I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"He...he's in that room."

Chapter 60. Is Speed ​​the Same as Power?

"He...he's in that room."

Falcone pointed, his face stiff.

That was his original bedroom, but now it looked like it had been attacked.

He couldn't understand if the world had changed, if there were so many monsters now, yet gang headquarters that could stop a child's crying could be visited by people as if they were just strolling through an amusement park.

"Batman?"

Upon seeing the figure gliding down, David's eyes narrowed slightly, but his attention was immediately drawn to another figure.

Beside the shattered window, a shirtless figure with a gloomy face waved away the choking smoke in front of his eyes and looked down contemptuously at the fleeing figure, as if looking at an insect destined to be unable to escape his grasp.

It's Avery.

David glanced back at Falcone.

As expected, Batman was supposed to be looking for trouble with Falcone, but he ended up targeting the wrong person.

"Suddenly, he was not an old and frail gang leader, but a monster that even a batarang could not pierce."

Whoosh!

The wind whistled in my ears.

The cape made of memory material transformed into bat wings when electrified, allowing Bruce to glide down. Wearing a bat hood, Bruce looked back with a serious expression.

Gotham is rife with gangsters and villains, and he felt that he should pick a few of the most notorious ones to strike and eliminate, thus curbing the dark winds of Gotham.

So today he broke into the estate of Falcone, one of the biggest mob bosses, intending to beat him up, take him away, strip him down to his underwear, tie him to the Bat-Lamp, and show the Gotham villains their example.

"But why is there a stranger in Falcone's bedroom?"

Batman frowned, a sharp pain shooting through his throat.

He had just opened his mouth to ask a question when the young man appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground with a strength greater than that of an elephant.

"I chopped that guy in the neck with a knife, but it felt like I was hitting high-density rubber. My hand was jolted back and hurt terribly."

When the other person pressed him for his identity, he quickly sprayed the guy with the tear gas emitter from his bat belt before jumping out of the window and escaping.

He also swung a magnetic batarang loaded with gunpowder in the backhand.

The batarangs, originally intended to blast open buildings and clear a path, failed to cause the person the slightest harm.

As he was about to land, Bruce tried to find a scratch on the man, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, the arrogant figure with a bare upper body vanished from his sight, as if a frame of the world had been removed; it was there one moment, then disappeared the next microsecond later.

"Why is he gone?"

Bruce's heart tightened. He glided to the ground, rolled over to release the force, and was about to leave the place. There was important information here that he hadn't figured out yet, such as the identity of that young man.

But suddenly a figure appeared before him like a ghost, and a strong hand grabbed him and lifted him up from the ground. Avery's voice was disdainful.

"Where are you trying to run to, you weirdo?"

As the pressure from his hand gradually increased, Bruce struggled to breathe, his face turning red as he reached for his waist.

Avery snatched the tear gas device from his other hand with lightning speed, pinching him with one hand and playing with the spray nozzle-shaped tear gas disgust emitter with the other, a mocking smile on his face.

"You want to pull the same trick on me again?"

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

A figure plummeted from the fifth floor without any cushioning, like a thousand-pound weight falling from the sky, shattering stone slabs, sending shards of stone flying, and billowing dust.

Both of them looked in that direction.

"how come?"

Avery frowned immediately.

After he gained his ability, smoke could no longer obstruct his vision.

In sight, a tall, slender frame stood upright, its lean, powerful muscles clinging to its bones, seemingly unharmed after jumping from the fifth floor.

The manor already had streetlights, and after the earlier commotion, even searchlights, like those installed on watchtowers, were lit up on the rooftops, illuminating the manor as bright as day.

A figure stood in the smoke and dust, and Bruce felt as if he had seen this scene before.

"who are you?"

As the smoke and dust dissipated under the lights, David's figure appeared.

"It's really you."

Bruce felt that Gotham wouldn't be hiding so many terrifying birds of prey.

Avery and David were classmates in the same grade, and he should have known David, but David looked different now.

"how did you do it?"

Realizing that David's physical abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people, Avery's face darkened, and he casually tossed Bruce aside.

"My back..."

Bruce crashed into a corner of a flower bed, a look of pain appearing on his face. He clutched his aching back and staggered to his feet.

"Capture him."

Avery casually ordered the assembled gangsters to seize Batman, while he kept a close eye on David. He was now more interested in the man in front of him than the strange man dressed like a bat who had barged into his room, and asked in a deep voice.

"You and I both possess abilities that transcend ordinary people."

how did you do it? "

David scoffed at Avery's tone, which sounded arrogant and condescending yet betrayed his underlying unease.

"It wasn't created by being struck by lightning!"

"how do you know?"

For some reason, Avery felt a sense of familiarity about this stranger, and his expression changed drastically as he secretly looked him up and down.

This was his biggest secret; how could this stranger know it?

Could it be that more than one person gained power through lightning?

Woof woof...

Bang!

Batman, dressed in his battle suit, fought against a horde of gangster assassins and hounds. Although he was injured and in grave danger from the onslaught, he managed to find a familiar rhythm as he dodged and fought.

This is the normal Gotham he knows.

Those two guys over there seem to have wandered into another world.

"You stole someone else's ability and came here to run rampant."

Looking at Avery, who lived in an old castle, had a group of thugs at his beck and call, and seemed to be living a very comfortable life, David's voice was like the cold wind blowing down from the snow-capped mountains.

"I was forced to follow them here as well."

If you weren't still useful, I'd love to finish you off right here and now!

It's a pity we have to keep him alive and try to transfer his abilities back to Clark; otherwise, it would have been much easier to just eliminate him directly.

Crunch!

A tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound.

"what are you saying?"

The man treated David like a chicken or dog that he could kill at will. Enraged, Avery grabbed a lamppost from the side and threw it at David.

"This is my ability."

The streetlight, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, hurtled towards them, breaking through the sonic boom. David stood rooted to the spot, his hands remaining motionless.

laugh!

Two beams of highly concentrated energy shot from his eyes, melting half of a street lamp into molten iron in mid-air and causing it to fall. The other half spun past him, crashing down the ancient castle wall behind him.

As if a gentle breeze had merely brushed past him, he remained unfazed, his eyes narrowing as he suddenly unleashed another powerful laser beam that scorched the air, instantly appearing before Avery.

This laser beam was several times thicker than the one that had previously fused with steel, and it emitted terrifying energy fluctuations.

hum!

Avery's expression changed drastically. He crossed his arms to shield his eyes. Under the enormous impact, his legs seemed to be pushed by a bulldozer, kicking out two deep trenches.

Since gaining his abilities, he thought that nothing or no one on this planet could harm him except for meteorites, but now he has discovered that he was wrong.

The intense heat and high temperature caused the surrounding air to distort. After a few seconds, as the energy surged in waves, he began to feel a burning pain in his arms and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Ah ah ah..."