Chapter 3462 Research on Cats and Dogs (10)

Hal took a deep breath, as if he had used a lot of effort to suppress his anger. He grabbed his hair and said, "I'm going to re-combed the arrangements for external defense in the ground now. I need an assistant. Arthur, you stay. It's just right for the students of Atlantis, Rich at Mercury Base. I want to talk to you about it."

Diana stood up first, then Clark, and finally Bruce stood up and pushed the chair in.

Batman and Superman were at a loss in the chair, but when they saw everyone standing up and walking out, they had to stand up.

Even Lex left his office and told Hal inside before closing the door: "Next Monday morning, Luther Group has three satellites to launch. That's not an UFO, don't let your subordinates knock it down."

"I got it, I will tell them." Hal waved his hand.

After Lex went out, he answered a phone call and walked to his right while talking on the phone. It seemed like he was going to arrange a job.

The local Justice League Big Three and the foreign Superman stand in the corridor with Batman.

"So where are we going now?" Batman asked. "Do you have any other offices here?"

"What are you going to do in the office?" Diana asked soul questioning.

"I think we can discuss something, we can," Batman said. "Is it over today's work here?"

"You're right." Bruce nodded and said, "It's still late now, it's time to watch TV."

"Watch TV?" Superman couldn't help asking, "Are you going to watch TV?"

But what he wanted to ask is that when there is a pair of dangerous Superman and Batman running around in the city, and the Metropolis is likely to be invaded by aliens, your next work arrangement is to watch TV?

Diana glanced at Clark, Clark glanced at Bruce, and Bruce glanced at Diana.

Ten minutes later, the three of them sat on the sofa. Diana unpacked the bag of potato chips in the family, Clark stirred the ice inside the large glass of Coke, and Bruce pressed the TV remote control.

Batman and Superman sat behind them.

"Did you think of some youthful years?" Batman turned to Superman.

"I definitely didn't remember when we both went to the movies for the first time, you only bought a large bucket of popcorn." Superman replied without looking at him.

"That's because there's only one bucket left." Batman raised his tone slightly, but seemed not to want others to hear it, and then said, "I beat you with a stone scissors, so the bucket belongs to me, but you ate it in the end. Isn't this a good memory?"

"I didn't say it wasn't. Why are you excited?"

Batman turned his lips and turned his head back, his eyes on the TV.

When Batman saw the familiar face on the screen, he couldn't help but curse: "Oh, damn. Why do you have asshole Steven in this universe?!"

Appearing on the TV screen is a gentle middle-aged man with a slightly exaggerated colored glasses frame, talking about an antique vase.

"This guy has a mess of hosting ability and has no artistic taste. He often praises some bad antiques to heaven, but ignores real art." Batman commented.

"Just because his evaluation of an oil painting was 'looked like the tie that Bruce Wayne would choose', you completely hold a grudge against him?" Superman exposed him.

"Call me Batman." Batman said muffled.

Just as countless words were circling in his heart that were not very polite to the host on the TV screen, some even more rude words came from the sofa in front of him.

"Why is this damn shit still hosting the show?!" Blues' tone was filled with three-point anger and three-point real doubt. "He said that he used the most failed glasses frames in the color of this century, and he was even embarrassed to laugh at my tie?!"

"How long has it been, you still remember it." Clark said helplessly.

"I was impressed by his shamelessness." Bruce sharpened his tone, picked up the remote control, changed the channel suddenly, and said, "I won't contribute to him the number of views."

He changed several channels and couldn't find a good show. Then he had a sudden idea and entered a channel number.

A news channel appeared on the screen, but there was no host. The camera was facing a street with a red Chevrolet running along the street, followed by a large number of police cars.

Clark and Diana sighed together. Diana threw a piece of potato chips into her mouth and said, "You just love to watch this."

Clark leaned a little closer and looked at the specific situation below. As expected, "Source of the picture: Gotham Traffic News Channel".

Bruce also approached the TV, observed it carefully, and said, "The powerful guys from the Gotham Police Department have not come out. Today this kid's level is not very good."

"Old look." Diana pulled out the small ice bucket under the table and said, "He definitely can't escape."

"Then I'll bet he can run away." Clark put Coke aside and put his ice bucket on the table.

Bruce looked left and right and said, "You all rush? You're playing too much, right? If you lose, you'll only drink Coke at room temperature tonight."

Seeing that the two of them didn't reply, Bruce also put his ice bucket on the table and said, "Then I bet he can't run away. This guy is obviously not as good as he can."

Then the three of them stared at the screen. The red Chevrolet was obviously modified and accelerated very quickly in a straight line, and soon it threw the police car behind them out of sight.

Clark was about to clench his fist, but when he reached the corner ahead, the driver didn't know what he thought. Not only did he not slow down, he also planned to drift through the corner. As a result, he showed himself to death.

The car slipped and rushed out of the highway, fell into the green belt on the side, and smoke came out from the rear of the car. Subsequent police surrounded him, with a semi-automatic rifle in his hand. The driver in the driver's seat had to run out and lay down obediently.

Bruce and Diana off-screen immediately turned around and cheered. Clark sighed and poured all the ice cubes from his ice bucket into theirs.

He shook the few ice in the Coke Cup in his hand, showing a disgusting expression, and even the Coke dogs at room temperature were not drunk.

Clark's ears moved and glanced at Bruce and Diana who were discussing the show just now. While they were not paying attention, they quietly breathed at the Coke Cup.

But he forgot that there was another Superman in the room. Superman, who was sitting behind, immediately touched Batman with his elbow and said, "He cheated, he used frozen breath."

Batman looked at Coke, which had no ice on his hands, then looked at Superman with a smile on his face, and turned the corner of his mouth down.

Turning his eyes on the TV screen again, he suddenly realized a problem. So he turned to look at the blue sky and sunshine of the metropolis outdoors, and then looked at the watch on his arm.

13:23 pm.

Gotham is sunny and cloudless in the live screen.

Am I crazy or is this world crazy?

Soon, Gotham's Traffic News Channel began live broadcasting another car chase battle.

The protagonist this time is much better than the last time. He drove an American muscle car on the road, but he was not as aggressive as the previous one and had to drift. Instead, he was honestly racing and only accelerated in a straight line, and soon threw the police away. Only the helicopter could capture its position.

Compared to Batman, who always distracted himself to think about other issues, Superman is more focused on this show. Although this is not his first time watching a car chase show, this time it is indeed a match between experts and it is particularly exciting.

Chasing behind this muscle car is the most commonly available model of the Gotham Police Department - the Dodge War Horse. Three cars, one in front and two behind, galloping on the road with police lights on, and slowly catching up with the car in front.

Seeing the car in front approaching the rear of the escape vehicle, Superman clenched his fists nervously.

But the escape vehicle was also very cunning and discovered the intention of the police car behind. First, he turned left and avoided the PIT, and then accelerated straight and threw away the police car behind.

The three people sitting on the sofa sighed. The opportunity just now was very good, and there was no car on the opposite lane. If the collision was successful, I would have caught it. The driver was too cunning.

Afterwards, the police car tried to force the car to stop several times, but either was avoided or did not have much impact. And after getting closer, it was found that the car had also been renovated and was likely to be equipped with a large fuel tank that was far beyond common sense. It is not a solution to continue to consume this way.

The helicopter camera captured the police officer in the police car that was leading the way to pick up the intercom and say something. Not long after, a thin golden line appeared in the middle of the highway.

At first, Batman thought it was a live broadcast camera, and it was not until the camera on the TV station's helicopter gave a close-up shot. Batman realized that it was not, the thin golden thread was a golden light.

"Flash?" Batman called out his guessed name, and he felt speechless. Didn't he say that Flash is still in college? Why did he run over to chase the car if he has time?

Although he was a little confused about the appearance of the Flash, Batman didn't think this would be an effective way to block it. Because running faster than this car is useless, what is needed is to stop it, and he can't hurt the driver or the passing pedestrians inside. The Flash probably puts a tire breaker?

But things went far beyond Batman's expectations. Because from a few seconds ago, the end of the golden thin line began to turn black, as if some terrible curse was entangled, gradually swallowing the golden light.

The figure running ahead was circling around the car, and cracks seemed to appear in the space within the range of the golden thin line, and the indescribable black force burst out from the cracks.

As the police car slowly slowed down, the escaping vehicle that was wrapped in swaying in front suddenly stopped, as if the small piece of space was pressed. Then the car body was split into pieces, leaving only the driver standing in the autumn wind trembling.

The police quickly rushed up and held him down. The thin golden thread disappeared and never showed up from beginning to end. But the shot of the studio confirmed Batman's guess, and the host thanked the Flash for his contribution to Gotham policing.

Well, it's good. Batman thought, the Flash was fighting crime in Gotham, while Batman sat in front of the TV to watch.

When Batman turned his head, his eyes swept out the window. Luthor Group's drones were gathering into swarms, not knowing where they were flying.

Aliens are about to invade the metropolis, and the person who saves the world outside is called Lex Luther.

What? You ask Superman?
Chapter completed!