Chapter 769 Batman's rhetoric

Chapter 769 Batman's rhetoric

On a spaceship outside the earth.

Zod looked at the screen in front of him angrily, on which was Clark's life picture taken by satellite.

"Traitor! Damn traitor!!"

Compared to the failure of the last operation, he could not accept the fact that his own people were unwilling to admit his identity.

"He must be punished!"

The Kryptonian warrior sitting on the chair said: "We want to rebuild our homeland, and the genetic code is a must, but before that, maybe we can transform this planet into the environment of Krypton."

"You are right."

General Zod didn't want to wait any longer: "Let's start the action, put the world engine, and start cleaning the bugs on this planet."

"Yes, General!"

What is coming will come sooner or later, and it is not determined by human will.

Metropolis.

Amber solved Martha's crisis, had a meal there, and then went back to the bar directly.

He has many abilities now, and space travel is just a small matter. If necessary, he can even create a small black hole and throw some guys he doesn't like into it.

If it is just about ability, Amber has already stood at the top.

Plus, he is not a hero out of interest, so.

"Damn it, Jerry, do you dare to compete with me with only one hand! I will definitely beat you!"

In the room on the second floor of the bar, two figures, one fat and one thin, are sitting in front of the latest version of PS5, and the TV screen is a very classic fighting game.

"Amber, even if I only use one hand, you can't beat me, this is talent."

Jerry flicked his hair very coquettishly: "You know, if I wanted to, I could have won the national championship of Street Fighter last year."

"I'm just not familiar with it."

Amber certainly won't admit that she is weak: "Come again!"

"Okay, as you wish, a gentleman never refuses a friend's request."

Jerry smiled modestly, but his eyes were full of loneliness without an opponent.

Twenty minutes later.

Crack!

Because of excessive force, the newly bought handle groaned under the heavy load, and then split directly in half from the middle.

Amber lowered her head and stared blankly at the exposed wires.

"Accepting your own shortcomings is also a kind of ability. My friend, it's not that you are too weak, but that I am too strong."

Jerry patted his shoulder with his hand, "Let's stop here today. I have to go back to make dinner for my mother."

"Do you want to bring some red wine back? I remember you said she likes this very much."

Amber threw the handle and lay on the ground like a salted fish.

"No, the doctor said that my mother can only drink 500 ml of wine per week. If it exceeds this amount, it will cause some complications. I don't want her to leave me so soon."

Jerry shook his head and staggered towards the stairs.

In the eyes of others, he is a complete loser, addicted to games, undisciplined, obese, extremely poor work ability, and always has some inexplicable weird requirements.

But on the other hand.

Jerry is also harmless, real, sincere, kind, and enthusiastic.

He will never hurt others.

This is also the reason why Amber became friends with him.

It is said that the more people lack something, the more they will crave it.

Bad guys always hope that their friends are good guys.

"Boss, someone is looking for you!"

Catherine shouted at the stairs, her sharp voice was totally inconsistent with her piano.

Not gentle at all!

"Let him go!"

Amber said bluntly.

Apart from Superman, his only friend is still in Mexico, a very enthusiastic and funny black guy, who is said to have given birth to his third child.

Apart from that, the others are strangers.

"Maybe you should come down and take a look, for our business."

Catherine did not leave, but continued.

This is a very abnormal behavior.

Amber got up from the ground and decided to take a look.

Then I saw this chick took a stack of twenty dollars from Bruce Wayne, and it was estimated that there were at least hundreds of dollars.

No wonder this money-minded little thing was willing to stand up from the damn piano.

"Mr. Amber, I want to talk to you."

Bruce Wayne smiled kindly when he noticed his gaze.

"If it's about Clark, then there's no need to talk about it."

Amber said with empty eyes: "I don't like to talk about friends behind their backs."

"One million!"

Bruce Wayne took out what he was best at: "In addition, there is an unreleased game console as a gift."

"Oh, my friend, you are really good at persuading people."

Amber smiled and walked down from the second floor: "Joseph, go and get my bottle of 1982 Lafite."

"Uh, boss, I'm not a magician"

Joseph was embarrassed: "You know, as a believer, I can't accept lying."

Amber's eyes glared, and she was almost pissed off by this straightforward guy.

"No need to do that, I brought wine."

Bruce Wayne snapped his fingers, and immediately someone brought a very beautifully packaged bottle of wine, the liquid inside was like amber, "Louis XIII Cognac, you should like it."

"As expected of a rich man."

Amber whistled: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Some concerns."

Bruce Wayne never hides himself.

There is a private room in the bar, but it is rarely used. It just comes in handy at this moment.

"For the sake of the wine and the game machine, I will give you five minutes."

Amber turned and walked in. "If you can't convince me, end this topic."

"Enough."

Bruce Wayne laughed and followed into the private room.

Joseph and Katherine looked at each other and were a little surprised.

They have recognized this guy who has come to visit twice in a row. He is the richest man in Gotham and a rich man in the whole United States.

But such a person was ordered around by Amber. Not only was he not angry at all, but he looked happy.

What is the origin of this stingy boss?

Just when they were puzzled, the conversation in the private room had officially begun.

"The timer has started. It doesn't matter if you don't say anything."

Amber opened the cork of the wine roughly. The rich aroma made him close his eyes comfortably: "Not bad."

"Have you seen the destructive power of the Kryptonians?"

Bruce Wayne said softly: "According to the information I received, the number of soldiers and civilians who died directly or indirectly at their hands has exceeded four digits, and is still increasing."

"Then what? What does it have to do with me?"

Amber took a sip of the wine. The rich taste on her tongue was completely incomparable to ordinary wine.

"You have abilities far beyond ordinary people, but you are willing to be a bar owner here quietly. This is very unreasonable."

Bruce Wayne did not answer, but said: "I have done a comprehensive character analysis of you. In fact, Superman doesn't take you as seriously as you say, right?"