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Chapter 64 - Chapter 64 Declaration

On Tuesday, in the square in the heart of the Metropolis.

There is no sunlight in today's metropolis, and gray clouds hang over the city, shedding delicate raindrops from the clouds. The high-rise buildings were silently soaked, and every inch of the air exuded a sense of urban moisture.

But the rain didn't stop the passionate crowd. People gathered in the center of the Metropolitan Square with umbrellas. The colorful umbrellas were stretched in a row, looking down from the air like a field full of flowers. It was in this plaza more than a month ago that the citizens of the Metropolis cheered for the arrival of the new Superman, and this time the theme was all about Superman.

The debate over the controversial changes to Superman peaked on Tuesday, especially within Metropolis, where Superman was born, and finally turned into a public debate today. The most clear-cut supporters and opponents of Superman's current practice were selected as representatives of both sides of today's discussion. The pros and cons formed a small team of more than a dozen people to prepare for a fierce debate on the Superman issue.

The debate was scheduled for nine in the morning, but before eight o'clock, the square was full of emotional crowds. Before the conference officially started, the citizens participating in the meeting were divided into two factions and quarreled fiercely. Many people held signs with anti-slogans written on them and held up their support for Superman. The debate between the two sides intensified, and the atmosphere was boiling before the bell at nine o'clock.

At 8:50, the representatives of both sides of the debate took to the stage, and the host gave a brief introduction. The vast square finally ushered in a brief moment of silence at this time, allowing the host to have the opportunity to say the opening remarks.

However, the debate never officially kicked off. Just when the host introduced the representatives of the two sides and was about to recite the prepared speech to guide the official start of the debate, the protagonist of the debate unexpectedly came to the scene in person.

That's right; it's Superman himself that people are arguing about. With strong wind and afterimages, he dragged two slender waterlines drawn by rain from the high sky and landed in the middle of the stage. Countless water droplets fluttered around the bright cloak, and transparent waves spread around him.

The host's head went blank for a moment, and all the speeches that had been memorized by heart suddenly disappeared from his mind, but this was no shame because hundreds of people in the square had the same reaction. Everyone froze in place, the debate delegates stood on the stage's wings like sculptures, and only the drizzle of rain still proved the passage of time.

Superman took a step forward, his red boots stepped on the standing water on the stage, and he naturally became the protagonist of the entire venue. Countless cameras were focused on him, the images were transmitted to multiple large video sites and news channels, and numerous people shared the scene through electronic data in front of the screen.

He glanced at everyone with cold and sharp eyes, and everyone who was swept by that gaze lowered their heads involuntarily. Superman retracted his watch and said aloud: "I know what you are here for today. Many of you feel that what I have done has crossed the bottom line, that what I have done is too extreme to be recognized. But What I'm trying to say here is that I don't do what I do for compliment and approval, it wasn't, and it never will be. I do it because it's necessary."

He paused, but no one dared to interject, and the square was so silent that a cough could not be heard.

"I know you have questions like why I made these changes." He continued, "Actually, I don't know either; I guess it's just the experience of coming back from the dead that made me see more. I have seen countless difficulties and tragedies on this planet and countless things that I can change but have not changed in the past due to various factors, making me regret it. But now, using this opportunity, I want to say that the world promises that I will not allow tragedy to happen again, even if it means having to get my hands dirty."

He was talking about this when a helicopter suddenly broke into the quiet venue, rolled into a hurricane, and landed not far from the stage with a roar. The logo of the Daily Planet was printed on the shell. While the hatch was still in the air, someone couldn't wait to pull it open, and Lois Lane jumped down before the plane was completely stable, hurried to the stage, and stopped at a position about five steps away from Superman.

She succeeded in attracting Superman's attention, and he turned his head to the side, looked at her from the air, and fell into a long, mysterious silence.

If Superman is really in the dark, and only one person is left to bring him back to the light, the first choice must be Lois Lane. They would have been married if it wasn't for the damn doomsday invasion six years ago.

Louise gasped in a low voice, adjusted her disordered breathing for a moment, and asked, "Where have you been?"

He didn't answer.

"What happened?" she continued reluctantly. "Tell me, and let me help you. No matter what happens, we can face it together."

"Sorry, Louise." He finally spoke, but his voice was as cold as a machine. "Can't ask questions today."

Louise was stunned.

He ignored Louise, turned his head again, faced everyone, and continued the previous topic as if nothing had happened: "I'm not done. Not just warlords and terrorists, but all the bloodshed in the world. Tragic, human-carrying villains, I warn you, your good days are over. All sins will be punished...starting with the worst."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say a word and shot straight into the sky like a rocket. Another wave of air mixed with rain exploded on the stage, and Louise was shocked to take two steps back, looking in disbelief at the direction in which the small dot in the air disappeared.

He didn't even look back at her again.

At this moment, Jay, who saw this scene in the dormitory through the webcast, went outside without saying a word and dialed the mobile phone number of Carla, who had returned to Casino to go to work: "Carla? Did you see those?"

"I see." Kara's tone sounded visibly restless. "Clark is not normal; we have to find him... I'm going to the Met now; he needs our help."

"Or there will be other people who need help," Jay said. It isn't good for them, and if this superman is allowed to do what he's doing, things will soon affect other superhumans, including them. Superman is declaring war on the world, and soon everyone with powers will have to take sides in the coming battle.

"Sword Comes"

And no matter which side you choose to take, that means that the balance of the present will be disrupted, and the peaceful life of each of them will be a thing of the past.

"Did you hear what he said last?" Jay frowned. "I have an ominous feeling that he's going to do something crazier than he is now."

At the same time, Gotham, Batcave.

"All sins will be punished...starting with the worst."

The picture on the super-large monitor of the bat computer was frozen at this moment, and Bruce Wayne stared at the face of Superman in the picture, his face ashen.

"That doesn't look good, sir." Alfred stood behind him, frowning at the Bat Computer's screen, "Do you think that's Master Clark?"

"I don't know, Alfred," Bruce said with his hands folded. After a moment, he jerked up from the seat: "But the worst happened, Alfred; I have to go out and bring the big guy."

"Big guy? Sir, you don't mean..."

Bruce looked him in the eye and said, "Yes, Alfred, that's it."

Alfred frowned, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but say, "I don't think things are that bad, sir."

"No," Bruce stood up stubbornly and walked towards some dark corner deep in the cave, "worse than that."