Super Detective in the Fictional World

Unfortunately, the authorities of various countries do not want this peace that has been given to them.

They may have hesitated in firing their weapons of peace, but it is unlikely that they were reluctant to let Superman die, but more likely they were afraid that he would not die.

The number of rich people who had died at the hands of super villains before Superman came along wasn't great anyway, not even close to as efficient as their internal dumping.

They'd much rather have an Earth without Superman than this small chance of bad luck.

That way they're still human beings, and they don't have to worry about being finished by Superman's wave anytime soon.

Those civilians who died at the hands of super villains? Those are all trivial matters.

In a country with a population of hundreds of millions, what's the big deal if millions of people at the bottom die, it might even save social resources and free up jobs.

The rich are still rich, and still have hundreds of millions of people as their leeks.

Conversely, it's certain officials who spend massive resources bailing out these civilians in the first place that are stupid in the eyes of US officials.

Why spend so much money for poor people? A few more deaths would still leave big social security, health care, and retirement expenses, and the blame could be placed on the super villains.

Just let the news media consciously bring a few beats, and the leeks who have been educated by Happy Education to be obedient cows and sheep will be foolish enough to put all their hatred on the super villain.

Luke analyzed the mindset of the US authorities, he didn't want to follow in Superman's footsteps one day and have a weapon of peace suddenly shoved up his ass.

Dead to the point of not dying, but the experience of turning into a radioactive barbecue he didn't want to taste either.

In the meantime, he began to check the equipment on his body.

The nano replenishment box is stuffed to the brim, the various gadgets have to be hung out in moderation, and the storage capacity remains a secret for now.

The remote-controlled prototypes were scattered around Gotham and Metropolis throwing down a batch, and could handle many unexpected situations.

For example, when this billet body is severely injured, it would be necessary to control the prototype to take itself away.

Wait, why would you think such a bad thing? That's a bad time to put up a flag. He muttered to himself in his mind and looked up at the sky.

There, a huge ball of fire was plummeting like a meteor, crashing into the island of Sussex, east of Metropolis.

"It's not Superman," Luke muttered, and he saw a bat-fighter not far away spin around and fly towards the landing of the fireball.

"Master Wayne ......" he smacked his lips, "Shouldn't be dead, right? DC's own son, after all."

That said, he flew with it.

Superman? That's DC's own father.

If weapons of peace could take out Superman, he'd be dead a hundred times over.

Sussex is a prison island, much like the one in the last "Island of the Rising Sun".

However, as society progressed, it was no longer suitable for use as a prison and had become a tourist attraction, allowing many people who had nothing better to do to experience a day trip to a vintage prison.

As a result, there is nothing in it worth coveting, not even a night watchman.

The staff also arrived every day along with the early morning cruise ships and tourists.

Right now, the place was in ruins.

In the huge pit, the deformed and ugly-looking Day of Destruction was trembling and shrieking under its breath.

The surface of the body was overflowing with orange-red patches of energy that began to swell outward.

It impatiently grabbed the skin at the back of its own head and tore with such force that its entire body emerged like a snake molting out of its initially rounded skin.

A hideous yellow bone spur sprouted from its chest, abdomen and back, its hands changed from humanoid palms to giant, sharp claws, and jagged, sharp teeth emerged from its mouth.

At this moment, the Day of Destruction was no longer in its newly born gorilla-like form, and had become a complete monster.

Its small microphone eyes lit up and turned into two red lights.

Roar!

With a giant roar, a circle of energy storms erupted from its body, sweeping across the entire island of Sussex and spitting out a huge orange pillar of light on its back, over a thousand meters tall.

Sussex Island was right in the middle of the strait between Metropolis and Gotham City, so the citizens of the two cities who were disturbed by the previous movement turned their heads.

They looked at the pillar of light in amazement, their hearts swelling with extreme unease, remembering the fear that had dominated the Superman War years ago.

Master Wei, who flew near the Day of Destruction, almost took another energy shockwave, but fortunately he had a keen perception and his hands were fast enough to deflect a little ahead of time, grazing the side to avoid the blow.

Looking at that huge light pillar, his face was ugly.

It was still a strike that Destruction Day had unconsciously delivered, and like some loud person casually saying something, the true limit only got worse.

"No, this monster was transformed from General Zod's corpse, and the only weakness of a Kryptonian creature is Kryptonite." He muttered, "The spear, the tip of that spear is made of high purity Kryptonite, it's the only thing that can kill this monster."

Figuring that out, he even sent a request for help to Butler Man, "Alfred, I need that Kryptonite spear, you remote control Bat Two to bring it here."

"No problem, it will reach the battlefield in two minutes." Butler Man replied as calmly as ever.

In fact, one minute was the amount of time he had to run to get the spear and load it onto Bat II, and the remaining minute was enough time for the fighter to fly a few round trips between Gotham and Sussex.

Master Webster's idea was a good one, but Doom Day was not a completely unintelligent beast.

The destructive energy rushing through its body after the roar kept it strong, but it was also uncomfortable, and it needed to vent.

The eyes that turned into two flashes of red light landed on the Gotham City port area not far away, where the sporadic lights stood out in the night.

Thinking so, it slammed its feet on the ground, and its huge body dipped into the sky with a loud bang, heading towards the port area of Gotham City.

Master Wei, who was operating the fighter plane hovering in the sky, looked pale, "Shxt, can't this Kryptonian dog be honest!"

At the same time as the words were spoken, the fighter turned around and quickly locked onto the butt of the destruction day flying in the air, the underbelly cannon turning.

Thud thud thud thud!

The red light in its eyes brightened as it turned its head and hissed at the annoying "mosquito".

Master Wei remembered the consequences of another Kryptonian's red eyes, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The plane rolled over and drifted sideways in an irregular arc.

Biu~~~~

An oil barrel thick orange-red light followed, chasing the fighter's trajectory as it swept through the air.

Master Wei maneuvered wildly, but the red light was unending, not meaning to stop for more than ten seconds.

Boom!

The bat fighter shook so violently that Master Vai screamed under his breath, and the whole thing spun and tumbled with the machine.

In Luke's vision, the bat fighter burst into flames and spiraled downward like a heavenly maiden throwing out a fragment of broken parts.

It was a good thing Master Wayne had money and the fighter jet was well protected from him, its sole pilot.

The fighter plane plummeted diagonally to the ground, pulling out a long line of sparks with lightning on the ground, finally hitting the roots of a broken building wall in a port area before stopping.

Day of Destruction broke through the air and landed a hundred meters away with a splash of smoke and dust, its eyes red and bright once again.