Chapter 3465

Bruce was a bit confused. Weren't the two of them talking just fine?

If they were going to fight, they should have fought long ago; why did they have to come in front of them to fight? Are you trying to kill the chicken to scare the monkey?

Clark seemed to suddenly realize something. He said to Diana, "Turn off the TV, or mute it!"

Diana turned to grab the remote, but the remote was clutched in Bruce's hand. Clark looked at Bruce again.

"No, why turn off the TV? I still want to watch the show! I promised him I would watch it!"

Clark rubbed his forehead with a headache. He realized that the Joker's laughter might have triggered Batman, but the problem was: if it was Batman who was triggered, why did it look like Superman was the one who wanted to kill someone now?

Fortunately, the laughter seemed to be just for the opening animation; it stopped after just two laughs. Injustice Superman also came to his senses and used laser vision to thaw Injustice Batman.

Injustice Batman shook the ice shards off his body, looking somewhat helpless. And Injustice Superman was clearly also a bit embarrassed. But Batman wasn't the only one in this universe who didn't know how to speak up; asking him to explain was still a bit too difficult.

Seeing the two of them about to walk into the reception hall and see the TV, Diana hurriedly went to grab the remote from Bruce's hand.

But clearly, she couldn't out-grab Bruce. Even when she took out her Lasso of Truth, Bruce flew behind the stove in a flash, leaving her without even a chance to make a move.

"Forget it," Clark said to Diana, "It's not like we forced them to come to our universe; whatever happens to them, they deserve it."

Bruce took out the remote and even deliberately turned up the volume. As a result, there was another burst of iconic laughter when the Joker opened the show. Bruce felt chills even standing next to the stove.

Looking at Injustice Superman, he started using freeze breath again.

Injustice Batman also noticed the program playing on the TV.

According to his many years of Batman experience, the guy standing in the center of the stage, wearing a red suit and Joker makeup, was not some comedy artist dressed as the Joker, but the Joker himself.

This scene was closer to making Batman laugh than any of the Joker's previous pranks.

An unknown alien creature was about to invade Earth, a riot had just broken out in Metropolis, and the big three of the Justice League were gathered together—sitting in front of the TV watching a TV show.

And the TV show was performed by the Joker.

This world had finally gone crazy.

Bruce clearly didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He sat directly in front of the TV, holding a bucket of popcorn, watching the Joker's performance on TV with rapt attention.

Clark and Diana also walked over and sat on either side of him, one holding potato chips, the other holding a cola.

"Don't you feel a bit cold?" Bruce turned to look at Clark.

Clark dragged a charcoal basket over from the side, added more charcoal to the stove, and said, "It's fine, it'll be better once the stove burns hotter."

Diana took a blanket from the side and threw it over Bruce, then said, "You're a bit too thin; if you have too little body fat, you'll easily feel cold."

Everyone tacitly ignored Injustice Superman, who was constantly spitting out white mist.

Injustice Batman suddenly felt that the members of the Justice League in this universe had low emotional intelligence.

Although he didn't open his mouth to speak, couldn't you guys just ask?

These three really didn't ask. Their butts were like they were glued to the sofa; they just sat there watching, eating snacks when hungry, drinking cola when thirsty, and putting on a blanket when cold; none of them wanted to solve the problem at the root.

Injustice Superman stood in place for a while, then turned and left. Injustice Batman hurriedly stepped forward to stop him—if he went out and vented his anger on the ordinary people of Metropolis, it would be troublesome.

As soon as they left the reception hall, they heard a commotion coming from the hall ahead. Injustice Batman became alert, only to see Pamela rushing over in a panic.

As soon as she rushed over, she turned her head and saw Injustice Superman, her eyes lighting up as if she had seen a savior.

"Superman? Help! Superman!!" Pamela shouted at him, "Exhale! Quick, exhale toward this side!!!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than she threw herself flat on the ground. Several black shadows "whooshed" through the corridor, heading straight for Injustice Superman's face.

"Whoosh—"

With a mouthful of freeze breath, the entire corridor was frozen. Pamela, covered in a layer of frost, finally stood up, shook off the ice shards on her body, and let out a long breath.

"Thank you so much, you're simply my savior!"

Injustice Batman finally had time to look at those black shadows—cacti about half a person tall, with a main stem divided into three sections, the thickest section having two small branches on either side that looked like human hands, still maintaining a punching motion while frozen in mid-air.

At this time, Barry and Harley finally chased over, and then Kara ran over last. All three of them had ice shards on them; clearly, someone's freeze breath hadn't been aimed very accurately just now.

Barry's eyebrows were white, and he was shivering from the cold, saying quite exasperatedly, "I told you to wait until we got to the lab to unpack them, you just wouldn't listen! Would it kill you to carry them a little further?!"

"How was I supposed to know they would run out," Pamela turned to Barry and said, "When I was testing them in the lab, they could walk normally. If you want to blame someone, blame the fact that the air composition in Metropolis is different from Cat Getan's!"

"You damn evil scientist..." Barry took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, while they're still frozen, hurry up and move them to the lab. I don't want to catch cacti again!"

"The Flash from other universes would have caught them in a second," Pamela said huffily while moving the cactus pots.

The first two pots were fine; with the help of vines, they were thrown directly to the other side. Just as Pamela wanted to walk forward to move the pot closest to Injustice Superman, a laser beam shot over.

Pamela was startled and dodged backward, but the laser hit the cactus pot in front of her directly.

"No!!!!"

She roared. Batman thought she was heartbroken over her research results, but the laser shattered the ice layer, and the moment the frozen cactus hit the ground, it jumped high and punched Injustice Superman in the face.

Of course, a mere cactus couldn't break a Kryptonian's defense. The problem was that this thing had splash damage.

With one punch, the arm made of cactus was smashed to pieces, but because of the huge impact, all the thorns on the palm flew out, looking just like a fragmentation grenade.

More than half of them hit Injustice Batman, who couldn't dodge in time, instantly turning him into a hedgehog.

Ten minutes later, Injustice Superman, sitting on the sofa, was pulling thorns out of Injustice Batman while watching Oliver scold Pamela.

"I swear, they are controllable, they just need a little time to adapt to the environment in Metropolis," Pamela swore, "They will be the most powerful weapons against aliens, believe me!"

Harley and Barry sighed in unison. Barry turned his head and saw Bruce about to walk out, so he hurriedly called out to him, "Where are you going, Bruce?"

"The lab, I have a good idea for making a phone that I haven't had time to implement yet." After Bruce left, Barry stared at his back for a while and shook his head.

Half of Injustice Batman's uniform had already been punctured. He simply took one arm out and carefully checked the damage to his clothes.

Looking at the dense little holes, Injustice Batman seemed to understand a bit why the other members of the Justice League in this universe were so united.

The Poison Ivy of his universe had been harming Cat Getan for decades, and the physical damage she had caused to Batman was not as much as what Pamela of this universe had caused in three seconds of meeting.

The technological level of Injustice Batman's uniform was quite high, and the fabric used was a special fiber. Let alone cactus thorns, even Superman's laser eyes could be resisted for a few seconds before burning.

This indicated two things: either this thing wasn't a cactus, or this thing wasn't a thorn.

Even more terrifying was that this thing was also poisonous. Ten seconds after being pricked, Injustice Batman felt like he had been choked; if it weren't for Pamela giving him the antidote in time, his grudge with Superman would have ended there.

The Poison Ivy of their universe relied on kissing to poison people, which was still a bit too uncreative. Who would have thought of researching a cactus like this?

Injustice Superman was also quite speechless. Although the cactus couldn't break his defense, if word got out that he had been beaten up by a cactus, how could he continue to be the ruler of Earth?

But it was precisely thanks to this incident that the atmosphere between him and Injustice Batman wasn't as stiff anymore. Because they could now join a new group together—the "Victims of Plant-Based Assault League."

There were more people in this league than the Justice League and the Injustice League combined, and not only was the average education level shockingly high, but the average strength was also quite considerable. Brand had once been punched by a punching cabbage; it was only because Lucifer could fly that he hadn't been caught either.

In the lab, Barry helped Pamela move the largest cactus to the lab bench, clapped his hands, and said, "You must, must keep an eye on them; if they run out again, I will absolutely not help you catch them..."

Just as he said this, his phone rang; he waved his hand at Pamela and went out to answer the call.

"Hello? Yes, we just arrived. Very unsurprisingly, Pamela's plants ran out again... Okay, Professor. I'll help you go over and take a look."

Barry didn't hang up the phone; with a flash of golden light, he appeared near the Luthor Group building and said, "Everything is fine now, Professor. It looks like they've all finished work. Is that so? Okay, I'll go get it now."

In the brightly lit restaurant, Schiller held a wine glass and walked toward the back door. The autumn night in Cat Getan was quite cool, and the breeze blew away the smell of alcohol.

The cigar was just lit, and the faint firelight and golden light shone at the same time. Seeing Barry come over, Schiller placed the cigar on the windowsill nearby and waved his hand to disperse the smoke.

"Good evening, Professor. Superman from another universe caused some trouble in Metropolis, but there was no big commotion."

Schiller nodded, then took an umbrella from the door behind him and handed it to Barry, saying, "The formula on the umbrella can indiscriminately control all intelligent creatures, including psychics and aliens. You give the umbrella to Lex; he will know what to do."

Barry nodded, took the umbrella from Schiller's hand, smiled at Schiller, and turned to leave.

?? Punching Cactus: OAO

? (End of chapter)