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He seemed to be in a daze there.
Behind.
A figure hidden in the invisible world kept a close eye on him.
It was precisely because this figure had already appeared.
All technological equipment was blocked.
This is why Bruce failed to notice the situation in time and did not answer Wonder Woman's call—in his world, angels appeared and time stopped.
"You can't get any answers from this biological information."
at last.
The angel couldn't help but speak.
"I know."
Bruce did not turn around.
He had, of course, already noticed the anomaly he couldn't see. And now, just as Bruce had guessed, the angel Amanadir emerged from the invisible realm.
It is majestic and awe-inspiring.
It looks like it's meant to scare people.
The pure white combat boots made no sound as they stepped on the metal floor of the bat cave, and the holy wings spread behind them, their sacred aura causing even the shadows of the bat cave to recede.
In response to Bruce.
Angel Amanadir laughed in exasperation. "So, you're using them to lure angels, is that it? Bruce Wayne, do you think an angel like me can't see through your tricks?"
The angel's voice echoed in the cave, carrying a majesty that transcended the mortal realm. Whether he noticed it or not, no one knew; in any case, there was no trace of warmth on his dark face.
"I'm going to correct you."
Bruce finally turned around. His mask was off, revealing his sharp blue eyes. The cold light from the Batcave cast hard shadows on his sharply defined face.
"This is not a trick."
Bruce stared directly into the angel's golden eyes.
"This is an open conspiracy."
He was right, and he did indeed win again—a true victory.
“Targeting angels? You have quite the nerve.” Amanadir leaned forward, his wings fully unfurled, and the divine pressure caused the instruments in the bat cave to flicker.
His face drew close to Bruce's until their noses almost touched.
"So, you just don't know how to give up?"
The angel's voice was deep and thunderous, questioning him in a stern tone. He was slightly taller than Bruce, so he appeared to be looking down at Bruce from a superior position.
only.
Facing such a powerful existence.
Bruce didn't even flinch.
"Until I find the answer. Yes, I will not give up." Bruce showed no fear of the gods; he still expressed his unwavering determination.
An eerie silence fell over the Bat Cave.
Golden light shimmered in the angel's eyes.
He launched a vicious threat.
"You know I can tell your mom anytime, right?"
The angel's threat was very powerful.
"..."
Batman finally fell silent.
"It's good that you're scared now. I told you not to offend angels, didn't you believe me?" Amanadir straightened up triumphantly, his wings gracefully folding behind him.
Hear the words.
Bruce took a deep breath.
"Are you the angel who accompanies Ian Kent?"
His tone carried a strange probing tone, and it wasn't surprising that Batman would have such thoughts, since he had already verified that the other party would appear whenever Ian was involved.
Faced with this kind of inquiry.
The angel Amanadir was silent for a moment.
Subsequently.
“I’m not just the angel who accompanies him; I’m also the one who sent him into the Kent family.” Clearly, the angel knew that Batman wouldn’t give up until he gave Batman an answer.
These words, spoken in a low voice, exploded in Bruce's ears like a thunderclap.
Batman's brow furrowed deeply.
"Is he an angel too?"
This conjecture made his eyes flicker slightly. If that were true, then Ian's almost "wish-granting" abilities would be explained—but could an angel have such a wicked personality? Batman's perception of Heaven might need to be reassessed.
The angel Amanadir didn't answer directly, but spoke in a low voice: "Listen, Bruce, this is the only thing you can know—fourteen years ago, the Lord asked me to give a baby to Superman, saying He made a deal."
Bruce's pupils suddenly contracted.
"That boy's name is Ian Kent."
Batman's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.
The angel ignored his reaction and continued, "If this is the Lord's choice, then neither you nor I have the right to question it. Stop trying to test my limits and patience."
His voice carried an undeniable authority, his golden eyes fixed on Bruce: "Perhaps you are important to the universe, but before the mission the Lord has given me, you are also a price that can be paid."
"Bury your curiosity in your heart."
As soon as he finished speaking, the angel's figure vanished like a phantom, leaving only a few pure white feathers that slowly drifted down and then turned into starlight, leaving no trace of its existence for Batman to detect.
The Bat Cave fell silent once more.
Bruce stood there silently for a moment, then walked to the lab table and casually threw three test tubes into the trash can—they didn't contain blood samples at all.
It was rainwater collected from the eaves of the Kent's house. The angel certainly didn't seem to understand Batman. Batman collects Superman's biological information, why would he wait for Superman's son to grow up?
That's really a bit of an international joke.
"Being near Ian can shield one from the angel's omniscience." Batman has gathered new information; perhaps, he is the one who truly masters the art of multiple wins.
"An incarnation of God...or a new Jesus?"
With doubts.
Bruce was about to take notes in the mental palace of his mind—however, just as he was about to begin, an alarm suddenly blared throughout the Batcave.
Red light flashing
All early warning systems have been fully activated.
All monitoring screens lit up simultaneously.
Bruce, who rushed to the instrument, finally received the belated signal from the Metropolitan Government.
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The supercomputer screen in the Batcave was flashing a blinding red light.
Alarms blared one after another.
The tolling echoed between the steel walls like a death knell.
"what happened?"
Bruce rushed to the display screen and received a message that was slightly delayed due to the influence of the angels—the sky over Metropolis was shrouded in a green energy storm.
A terrifying doomsday.
After many years.
It came into his view again. The energy gushing from Doomsday's eyes tore through the sky, the ground collapsed, and buildings crumbled, as if the entire city was being devoured by the wrath of some ancient god.
Ordinary satellites are already obsolete.
Therefore, Bruce is now using an unusual type of technological satellite.
Bruce may be considered an average inventor on Earth, but he did take advantage of the Justice League's free medical check-up to use some of Cyborg's Apokolips technology.
This is Bruce, who truly treats wealth as his superpower—not only does he possess extraordinary intelligence, but he also knows how to swindle and cheat, and he supports many brilliant scientists behind the scenes.
With his immense wealth, he could easily amass wealth across the globe, even crowdfunding with teammates along the way, making him akin to a god. If Tony Stark embodies the spirit of a craftsman, then Bruce Wayne truly embodies the mindset of a leader. He possesses a mind with an even greater talent for resource integration than Tony Stark.
"roar~"
in the screen.
The day of destruction is roaring.
Or perhaps it's a painful scream.
"Come again?"
Bruce was just startled.
There was no panic whatsoever.
His strongest emotion was actually confusion—he had only been offline for a short while, so why did his Justice League teammates suddenly become like headless flies?
They were all suspended in mid-air, looking like they were waiting to be wiped out. On the ground, there was only one strange thing from the Kent family, holding Doomsday and doing something puzzling.
That mouth.
Across the screen.
Bruce felt like the liquid was about to be sucked onto his face.
Bruce found it difficult to comment on this, but Ian's existence did reassure him a little—if Ian was truly the one worthy of God's use of the word "transaction," then this boy must be hiding unimaginable secrets, and the cosmic favor he possessed must certainly be considerable.