American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 449 dazzling end

Batman is out of control.

Maybe it was because, in a sense, he just believed that he really killed someone, or maybe it was because of Schiller's question, the answer he gave himself in his heart, there was something he wanted to escape.

Or maybe it was because he was forcibly stopped in the process of controlling the Kuroshio, which made his spirit more stimulated, so that he could not control himself.

But in short, Batman and the Kuroshio outside the mayor's mansion are completely out of control.

Clark, who was lying on the ground, had closed his eyes. Schiller's question also stimulated him a lot. His thinking was in chaos, and perhaps he was also hiding his emotions of escape, and he was unwilling to watch the scene of flying limbs. .

But at this moment, the Kuroshio that was about to destroy the manor was suddenly blocked outside, a curtain of light descended, and the Kuroshio was condensed again.

A figure appeared beside the railing of the patio on the second floor, it was Schiller in a black suit.

Strangely, he was still carrying a paintbrush in his hand, which looked like he had just finished his work. He threw the paintbrush aside, clapped his hands and said, "The test in this room is almost done, we... …”

When Schiller just said this, a dark figure suddenly jumped down the patio on the second floor. Originally, he was crowded with the group of crying people, but at this time, the figure was agile and rolled. , bypassing the clown Jack, and came to Clark's side.

The knife fell, and the rope on Clark was cut. The man grabbed the kryptonite in his chest and threw it out. When the kryptonite hit the ground, Schiller, who was standing on the patio on the second floor, narrowed his eyes. Eye.

"Merkel." Schiller said in a low tone, he looked at the man beside Clark, that was Merkel, his former housekeeper.

The unshackled Superman flew directly, but Merkel coughed a little weakly, and the contact with kryptonite seemed to have caused some damage to him, he looked at Schiller and said: "Sorry, sir, I don't know What's the matter, but I think I have to save him, he's a good guy."

"You moved the bottle of wine I put on the shelf?"

Although Schiller said a question, but his tone was very certain, except that Merkel was drawn into a dream by being exposed to crazy wine, there would be no other possibility.

"It seems that you finally remembered your mission when I was not at the manor."

Schiller lowered his eyes and didn't look angry, but Merkel's expression gradually turned cold. He said in a somewhat cold tone: "When did you find out?"

"Are you referring to the fact that you were a Soviet spy? That might come sooner than you think."

Schiller sighed and said, "You hand the newsboy some food every day, and you take the newspaper from his hand, but you don't realize that it's actually a way to pass on intelligence?"

"A student of my colleague, after Gotham's 'King of Kids' was killed, took over his power and unified all Gotham's newsboys, tobacco boys and hawkers, and there is no better eyeliner than this group of children ."

"So, you found out when I first came to work at your manor?"

"Earlier than that, when you got off the train at Gotham Station, the Tobacco Boy had already discovered something was wrong with you..."

While the two of them were chatting, Clark's body, which was flying in mid-air, began to tremble gradually. Schiller looked up, and he saw that Clark's body began to emit light.

Schiller frowned. Obviously, this situation was beyond his expectations, but what shocked him even more was still to come.

Clark opened his arms, his body glowed brightly, and then he soared into the sky.

Whether it was the light curtain that Schiller had just set up, or the blizzard that seemed to have been around the manor before, they were all dispersed by the flying Clark.

The fierce cold wind and the almost airtight blizzard suddenly condensed. In an instant, an opening was opened in the gloomy sky, and a beam of incomparably bright light shone down on Clark.

"Wait..." Schiller frowned, as if he felt something was wrong, and he immediately said, "Get away immediately and get them out!"

But it was too late. When the light curtain was punched by Clark, the black tide controlled by Batman also took advantage of it, shattering the light curtain from the weak point, and the black huge wave destroyed the building of the manor in an instant.

The expected scene of devouring everything did not appear. A round of sun rose from the ground and turned into a halo, protecting everyone present. Clark fell from the light of the sun, and his eyes flashed with fiery brilliance.

At this time, Batman also emerged from the black tide, endless black waves surrounded him, and the deepest darkness in the world erupted from his eyes.

The two forces stood still for a moment, then moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then collided fiercely.

The moment light and darkness collided, everything shattered.

It includes not only the manor of the mayor's mansion, and all the furniture walls in the manor, but also the shadows of buildings in the distance, the invisible walls in the distance, and the entire room of the Hall of Thought.

Zooming out, the top of a tall tower, the tail of a giant snake hovering at the top of the tower, suddenly flashed a small spot of light.

The giant snake moved its head, opened its eyes from the sleepiness, and looked at its tail in confusion.

Then in an instant, he was blinded by the snake's eyes.

That small spot of light erupted violently in an instant, like the sun falling on the top of the tower.

When Yemengade didn't react at all, he was blown away by a mushroom cloud like a bullet.

The dream space is always extremely silent, but this time, an indescribable loud noise erupted from the top of the tower. In addition to blowing out the two rooms that Yemengard and him had just set up, the original high The twenty layers at the top of the tower were also directly turned into powder.

When the light circle accompanied by Mushroom Guyun swayed, everything calmed down, except for the tower that suddenly shrunk a bit, standing quietly in a vast white space.

Bruce sat up from the bed in shock. He closed his eyes again in confusion. When he opened it again, a slightly unfamiliar guest room appeared in front of him, but it was certain that it was indeed the inside of the mayor's mansion.

He touched his forehead, feeling a little groggy, unable to open his eyes, and blocked his nose, but when he got up from the bed, he suddenly found that the room was filled with a strong smell of wine.

He saw that there was a small table beside his bed with a wine glass on it, but there was no wine bottle, and there was no wine left in the wine glass. Bruce frowned and walked over, picked up the wine glass, and squinted. Eyes up.

If it was really a dream, when did you dream?

To determine this, you must know what the current situation in the manor is like.

He opened the door and found himself in a guest room on the second floor. When he looked into the corridor, he found that there were signs of fighting in the corridor. Bruce recalled that that was where they had clashed with the agents before.

In other words, he should have been dragged into a dream when he was about to take a break to recover his strength after fighting with the agents.

Bruce looked down at the wine glass in his hand again, he mused, and at this moment, he heard a sound at the end of the corridor, and he hurriedly closed the door.

If it was after wrestling with the agents, the group of agents were only thrown away by them, not defeated by them, and may now be searching for them all over the manor.

When the door was knocked, Bruce was sure it wasn't an agent, because the agent didn't knock on the door at all.

Sure enough, it was Clark who was standing outside the door. He covered his head, his hair was a little messy, and his eyes were half-squinted, looking a little sleepy and confused.

"Oh, it's you. Just now, I heard the movement next door, so I wanted to come over and have a look. I somehow passed out next door and had a very strange dream..."

Bruce frowned, he let Clark into the room, and after a while, Lex also came over, he and Bruce looked at each other and seemed to understand what the other party was confused about.

"Let's start from the beginning." Lex sat down and tapped the table, then said, "There is no doubt that we were somehow pulled into a strange dream by that Professor Schiller."

"The first question, what is the order in which we dream?"

"You should be the first to dream." Bruce said to Lex: "Remember what happened in the dream, in our memory, after defeating the agent?"

"A group of agents rushed into my room, knocked me out, and then you rescued me." Lex frowned, he said, "It seems that it may not be an agent who knocked me out."

"According to common sense, you are also the best one to deal with. He doesn't even need to use any special means, just use that umbrella to put you on it~www.novelbuddy.com~ Wait, what are you talking about? ?" Clark covered his forehead and said, "I know, we seem to have had a very similar dream, but what does it have to do with that professor? What are we speculating now?"

Bruce and Lex ignored Clark at all, and the two of them quickly figured out the truth of the matter.

For some reason, after Bruce, Clark, and Selena clashed with the agents, Schiller found Lex, Bruce, and Clark, respectively, and somehow dragged them into a dream.

As for what a certain means is, Bruce and Lex focused their eyes on the water glass in Bruce's hand.

"It's very abnormal. I don't think there is any normal alcohol in this world that can be drunk without leaving any marks on the glass, unless it is not alcohol at all, but some kind of drug." Lex Then say.

"No, that's wine, just a kind of wine with special functions." Obviously, Bruce thought of Schiller's way of throwing Constantine down.

"Then the only problem is..." Lex asked, staring at the glass:

"Why did the professor do this?"

Bruce looked at the glass silently, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, he probably thinks we're disturbing his sleep."

The expressions of Lex and Clark stiffened, and the two of them suddenly had an invisible tacit understanding. At this moment, they silently moved their chairs back a little, as if thinking of Bruce a little further away.

Clark swallowed and said:

"I think they're right..."

Lex continued fluently:

"Gotham people are all lunatics."