Super Detective in the Fictional World

2173 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 14

It was just a pity that the government didn’t want this sort of peace given by others.

They might have hesitated when they launched the nuclear missile, but it probably wasn’t because they didn’t want Superman to die; it was more likely they were afraid that he wouldn’t die.

In any case, not many rich people had died at the hands of supervillains before Superman appeared; it was even less than what their own internal political conflicts caused.

Compared with the small chance of being out of luck, they wanted an Earth without Superman more.

That way, they would still be above everyone else, and wouldn’t have to worry about being implicated by Superman.

Civilians who died at the hands of supervillains? That was nothing.

In a country with hundreds of millions of people, the death of millions of people at the bottom wasn’t a big deal. If things went wrong, they could save on community resources, and empty positions could just be filled again.

Rich people would still be rich, and there were still hundreds of millions of the populace they could drain dry.

On the contrary, in the eyes of the government, it was foolish to spend a lot of resources on rescuing civilians.

Why spend so much money on poor people? If more of them died, they would leave behind the money in their social security, healthcare and retirement funds, and the supervillains could be blamed.

As long as the news media consciously guided the momentum, the masses who had been taught to be obedient would foolishly focus their hatred on supervillains.

Luke had already analyzed the government’s mentality, and didn’t want to follow in Superman’s footsteps one day and be suddenly hit with a nuclear missile.

He wouldn’t die, but he didn’t want to try being turned into roast meat that tasted like radiation.

At the same time, he began to examine his equipment.

His nanocartridges were fully charged, and he had all sorts of tools out, since some of his inventory’s functions were still sealed for the time being.

The remote-controlled androids were scattered throughout Gotham and Metropolis, and could deal with many unexpected situations.

For example, if this clone was heavily injured, it would be necessary to operate an android to take him away.

Wait, why am I thinking about something so bad? This wasn’t the time to set up a red flag for himself. Luke mocked himself as he looked up at the sky.

An enormous fireball fell like a meteor and hit Stryker’s Island, to the east of Metropolis.

“That’s not Superman.” As Luke murmured to himself, he saw the Batplane turn around and fly toward the fireball.

“Master Wayne…” He smacked his lips. “He probably won’t die, right? After all, he’s DC’s son.”

That being said, he flew over as well.

Superman? He was DC’s father.

If a nuclear missile could kill Superman, he would’ve died a hundred times over.

This was a prison island, a little like Alcatraz in his previous life.

As society developed, however, the small terrain no longer made it suitable as a prison. It turned into a sightseeing spot for many people, who took a day trip out to see what an old prison was like.

It was also for this reason that it didn’t contain anything valuable; there weren’t even night guards here.

Every day, the staff arrived on the morning cruise ship along with visitors.

At that moment, the place was in ruins.

In a huge pit, Doomsday shook and roared.

Orange-red energy patterns appeared on its body as it began to swell up.

Impatient, it grabbed the skin on the back of its head and tore it off, like a snake shedding its skin.

Fierce-looking yellow bone spurs appeared on its chest and back, and its hands turned into sharp claws as jagged fangs stuck out of its mouth.

At that moment, Doomsday no longer looked like a massive gorilla, but a complete monster.

Its eyes lit up and turned into two balls of red light.

Roar!

It gave a loud roar, and energy exploded from its body and swept through the entire island. It raised its head and shot out a huge orange light beam that was over 1,000 meters tall.

Stryker’s Island was in the middle of the strait between Metropolis and Gotham, so the residents of the two cities who were disturbed by the activity turned around.

They looked at the light beam in surprise and felt extremely uneasy, recalling the fear from Superman’s battle a few years ago.

Master Wayne, who had flown close to Doomsday, was almost hit by another energy shock wave. Thankfully, his senses were sharp and his hands were fast enough, and he dodged the attack.

He looked at the huge beam of light with an ugly expression.

This was an unintentional attack from Doomsday; it was like a passing remark from someone with a loud voice. What it was truly capable of would be even more terrifying.

“No, this monster was created from General Zod’s body. The biggest weakness for Kryptonian creatures is kryptonite,” he murmured. “The spear. The tip of the spear is made of high-purity kryptonite. Only that can kill this monster.”

With that understanding, he hurriedly sent the butler a request for help. “Alfred, I need that kryptonite spear. Have Bat 2 send it over.”

“Very well. It’ll reach the battlefield in two minutes,” the butler replied calmly.

In fact, he took one minute to get the spear and place it into Batplane No. 2. The remaining minute was enough for the fighter plane to fly from Gotham to Stryker’s Island.

Old Master Wayne’s plan was a good one, but Doomsday wasn’t a completely unintelligent creature.

The destructive energy in its body continued to make it stronger, but it also made it uncomfortable. It needed to vent.

Its eyes, which had turned red, fell on Gotham City’s port not far away. The lights there were especially eye-catching in the dark.

It stomped on the ground and charged through the sky toward Gotham City’s port.

In the fighter plane, Master Wayne had a dark expression on his face. “Sh*t, can’t this Kryptonian dog be a little more obedient?”

With that, the fighter plane turned around and quickly locked onto Doomsday’s butt in the air.

Thump thump thump thump!

A series of machine gun bullets hit Doomsday’s back. It turned its head angrily and roared at the annoying ‘mosquito,’ and its red eyes glowed.

Old Master Wayne recalled the consequences of the other ‘Kryptonian monster’s’ red eyes, and his heart turned cold.

He jerked suddenly and the plane rolled to the side.

Biu~

An orange light as thick as an oil barrel followed the plane as it swept through the air.

The plane moved like crazy, but the red light didn’t stop for more than ten seconds.

Boom!

The Batplane shook violently, and Master Wayne cursed inwardly as he spun and rolled along with the plane.

The moment the Batplane burst into flames, broken parts were sent flying as the plane spiraled downward.

Thankfully, Master Wayne was rich, and he was well-protected as the only pilot.

The plane crashed to the ground at an angle, trailing electric sparks. It didn’t stop until it hit the wall of a dilapidated building in the port.

Doomsday crash landed 100 meters away, kicking up dust. Its red eyes glowed again.