Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 592 Just thinking about what's going to happen makes me want to laugh.
At this very moment, the three most powerful superhumans created by Vought International using Compound V, three supreme masterpieces, have finally converged at the same location and are about to wage a battle that will determine the fate of Vought, and indeed, the entire United States.

Of course, this is only Edgar, Homelander, and their perspective.

If Ma Zhaodi were here, he might suggest the three of them play a game of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), since the outcome is unlikely to be any different. They could simply put down their fists and superpowers, pick up the cards, and maybe they'd have a chance of winning.

At least with cards, there's a greater element of luck involved.

Unfortunately, he wasn't there, so the Water Company lost one of its nursing homes.

Boom!

The figure wearing a Stars and Stripes cape crashed through the wall and flew out from the second floor. He looked at Superman, who was completely enveloped in white light, and couldn't help but show a hint of joy in his eyes—he had been suppressed by Superman for far too long, and now that he saw his greatest enemy about to lose his superpowers, he couldn't help but feel excited.

But when his gaze turned to the soldier boy, it revealed a deep sense of apprehension and murderous intent.

“Edgar said that the white light can completely erase a superhuman’s abilities permanently.”

His eyes gleamed with a dazzling red light: "This dangerous character absolutely cannot continue to live in the world. If he lives on, my status and my superpowers will become very dangerous—let's team up with Superman to take him down first!"

zizi——

A heat beam powerful enough to instantly slice a building in two shot from the roof of the car onto the unsuspecting soldier boy inside. He was struggling against Superman with all his might (he thought he was struggling, but Superman wasn't actually using any force), when suddenly he was hit hard and sent flying by the two heat beams.

Boom! Bang! Crack!
The teetering car was completely destroyed by the heat vision, and the flying soldier boy crashed through several walls and broke a towering old tree before finally landing on the ground.

"So, even you have people you can't handle?"

Homelander sneered at Superman: "So? Have you decided which supermarket you want to work as a cashier after you retire?"

"Being a cashier is at least a legitimate job."

Superman, his clothes slightly dirty but his expression unchanged, replied, "He's way better than the tools Vought uses to deceive and brainwash the masses."

The man's expression froze for a moment, then he gritted his teeth in resentment.

“You can keep being stubborn, anyway, your superpowers won’t last much longer—cooperate with me now, and we still have a chance to kill this guy before your superpowers disappear. If you refuse, we’ll all die here today.”

"I don't kill people."

"Damn it! He's a bad guy! He's going to kill us!"

"I don't kill people."

Superman sighed and repeated, “I am Superman. I am a superhero with the influence of tens of millions of people. My words and actions will influence countless people. In other words, I have the ability to influence many things—so I must never kill anyone.”

At this moment, the words Ma Zhaodi had told him came to mind: a symbol can indeed help many people understand a belief, but unfortunately, the consequences of the collapse of a symbol are also extremely serious.

He was a little envious of Ma Zhaodi. Whether as Clark or Superman, there were some things he couldn't do. Ma Zhaodi, on the other hand, had neither the identity of a professional media person nor the identity of a hero adored by the masses. Instead, he could do things freely and unscrupulously, without having to worry about corrupting children or teenagers.

Well, probably not. At least the orphans from the slums that he saw in Gotham City, like Jason and his friends, seemed quite healthy, both physically and mentally. That must be thanks to Old Ma.

"Alright, alright, whatever—stop talking nonsense!" Homelander flew angrily toward the soldier boy who had just gotten up: "Even if you don't kill him, you can cripple him! Just like what you did to me—while your heat vision hasn't faded yet, quickly make a few holes in his hands and feet, my heat vision can't penetrate his skin!"

"You don't actually need to work so hard."

Superman reached out to stop him, but Homelander ignored him and rushed forward to start fighting with the soldier boy.

He could only turn back and glance at Edgar, the Invisible Man, and the Aero Engine one last time.

Neither of them intended to make a move at this moment.

"They really won't give up."

He sighed and turned back to join the battle.

boom! boom! boom!
A deafening roar accompanied by bursts of shockwaves caused the entire earth to shake. Two monstrous superhumans were engaged in the most primitive, non-superpowered hand-to-hand combat. However, this simple brawl was enough to cause a small earthquake.

Every punch exceeds the speed of sound, every punch explodes into a shockwave in the air, and once the values ​​reach a certain level, even the simplest moves can have an absurd visual impact.

"Kid, you're still too green!"

Boom!
A headbutt sent Homelander reeling, and the soldier boy pinned him to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the face.

"Walter didn't teach you how to fight, did he? As long as you dressed decently and stood in front of the camera like human beings, you trash had completed your mission—but when I was landing in Normandy and fighting in the meat grinder battlefield, trashy superpowered beings like you weren't even born yet!"

Homelander took three or four heavy punches from the soldier boy, and blood began to flow down his face—in the past, he would have felt extreme fear, because he had never been threatened by anyone before.

However, now he was surprisingly calm, because after Superman beat him up and sent him to the hospital, he actually did a lot of counseling with him—at least now he could accept the fact that there were people stronger than him.

Okay, actually it still doesn't work. He can only accept Superman being stronger than himself, not Soldier Boy.

"stop fighting."

Superman arrived in an instant, incredibly fast. He locked the soldier boy's fists in his hands, and no matter how much the boy struggled, he couldn't break free: "That's enough. There's no need to fight anymore."

"I don't think so!"

A blinding white light shone from the chest of the soldier boy whose hands were restrained: "After I kill this piece of trash, I'll kill you!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Homelander's eyes immediately focused, the blinding heat gaze shooting straight into the soldier boy's eyes, causing him to scream.

Edgar clenched his fists tightly, turned sharply to the locomotive and the invisible man, and said, "Quick! Go help those two!"

In fact, according to his plan, Superman and Homelander should have been the ones dominating Soldier Boy at this point, and A-Train and the Invisible Man were left behind to help Soldier Boy at crucial moments.

He still wasn't telling the truth. In fact, coming to find Superman was his last plan. If it resulted in a lose-lose situation, he would win today no matter who among the three survived.

(End of this chapter)