Chapter 4446

It can be said that ever since the mastermind behind the scenes arrived in this universe, everything has gone wrong. Whether it was open confrontation or secret maneuvering, or even when they had the advantage of planning against the unprepared, not a single plan has succeeded. It could be said that they have been completely played in the palm of someone else's hand.

However, looking at his current situation, he cannot afford to delay, because Batman is still out there in the multiverse tracking him down. If he cannot make progress as soon as possible, Batman will soon be knocking on his door.

Simply put, the mastermind behind the scenes is getting desperate.

Inertia is a terrifying thing. Not just for people, but for situations as well. Many people stumble precisely because of this.

The time when humans are most prone to making mistakes is when an old plan is doomed to fail and a new one hasn't been conceived yet, yet they continue to move forward following the inertia of the old plan. By the time they react, they find that the soil for implementing a new plan is gone. Thus, they can only choose the traditional human skill—taking a gamble.

Because they have fallen into a predicament with no way to break the deadlock, and resources are being constantly consumed, not betting big is as good as death. It is very easy to fall into a gambler's mindset, into the trap of believing in a quick victory, desperately trying to achieve everything in one final battle.

The mastermind's team is clearly like this now. The previous plan of emotional manipulation has already been declared a failure, and they can't think of any better conspiracies for the future. With the potential breakthrough point right before their eyes, they are naturally being pushed to the edge; they don't care about their personas anymore, and they aren't even pretending to be ordinary people. They are likely rushing toward Metropolis in a panic right now, wanting to deliver the finishing blow to Superman.

Clark shook his head. He had to marvel once again at the precision with which Schiller seized opportunities; he chose exactly the moment when the mastermind was between plans and likely feeling lost to offer him a perfect solution—directly kill and resurrect Superman.

This plan looks too good: it's so easy, the rewards for success are bountiful, and it's already more than halfway done; just one final push and it will be a complete success, and everything will return to the right track. Who could resist such a temptation?

Clark felt a chill in his heart. He reminded himself inwardly that he must take this as a warning. Sometimes, those paths that seem like shortcuts are precisely traps leading to death. If something comes too easily, it's not because you are favored by the heavens, but because someone has been plotting against you.

Thinking this, Clark also knew that the prison break of that group was likely tacitly approved by Schiller. So he waved his hand, letting the official leave, while he himself walked to the reception room next door.

"Friends, get ready. There's a big show coming."

Everyone turned to look at him.

In an underground base in Massachusetts, Damian sized up the man sitting next to Amanda. The other party was wearing a slightly flashy suit, with his hair meticulously combed back. His gray eyes were almost completely submerged in the shadows of his eyelashes, making it impossible to see his expression, and a smile hung on the corners of his mouth, making him seem very easy to get along with.

"Schiller," Damian called out, "you still haven't introduced us to that top-tier assassin you found."

Schiller turned back to look at him, smiled at him, and then said, "It seems you are very interested in him."

"Insiders always cherish each other," Damian said. "That shot of his was too incredible; I'm afraid only Batman could be that precise."

Schiller smiled again and said, "His marksmanship is indeed quite good."

"Where is he? Where is he?"

"Are you in such a hurry to see him?"

A trace of impatience appeared on Damian's face. He looked at Schiller and said, "You wouldn't be hiding him on purpose, would you? Is this the sincerity of the cooperation you spoke of?"

"I have already shown my sincerity long ago," Schiller turned his head back and said, "Without me, the President would still be alive and kicking, giving speeches. Aren't you all able to sit here and discuss how to thoroughly kill the President thanks to me?"

His gaze swept over everyone present: the Allens, Dr. Oude, Steve, Damian, and Amanda, who was sitting in the main seat.

Schiller's words sounded too much like mockery, as if he were saying they had achieved nothing. So Amanda was the first to be displeased; she slapped the table and said, "Don't forget, it was we who found the Kryptonite so your people could deliver the fatal blow to him. Without us, do you think you could have taken down Superman so easily?"

A trace of fear appeared on Amanda's face. Clearly, she understood the horror of Superman better than anyone else, because she was the one killed by him. Her body, sliced open by heat vision, still retained consciousness; she could even recall the scene of her own body's cross-section falling down in front of her.

Thinking of this, Amanda couldn't help but dry heave. She covered her mouth, her face pale, her lips trembling slightly. Damian stared at Schiller again and said, "You know we are short-handed right now..."

"I certainly know," Schiller interrupted him and said, "That's why I suggested getting your companions back first, instead of rushing headlong to Metropolis."

Schiller was naturally referring to the other resurrected people. Their group hadn't fully assembled yet; J'onn's wife and daughter, as well as Dr. Stone's wife—that is, Victor's mother—hadn't arrived yet. As for the El couple far away on Krypton, they were even further out of reach.

"No," Amanda flatly rejected, "this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Superman has already been beaten to a critical state; as long as we can hit him one more time, we will have perfectly solved all our problems."

"I've already said this isn't rational," Schiller said. "The President's hospital must be heavily guarded now, and there will definitely be checkpoints on the road. If you just charge in like this, you have no chance of winning..."

"Do you think we are ordinary people?" Damian said. "Just because ordinary people can't do it doesn't mean we can't. Didn't we also escape from that heavily guarded research base?"

Following that, he leaned his body forward, putting on an aggressive posture, and then said, "You have been unwilling to let that top-tier assassin join us; are you still planning to double-cross us?"

Amanda also looked at Schiller, narrowed her eyes, and said, "That's right, Schiller. Since you can find such a person, you should naturally introduce him to join us; he would be a good helper."

"If you can bring that top-tier assassin into the fold, I am confident we can kill Superman in one fell swoop," Amanda hammered the table and said. "With so many of us clearing the way, we can completely turn the situation into a mess, and then he can take a shot at Superman from a distance. One 'bang,' and everything will be solved."

"It's not that I'm unwilling to introduce him," Schiller shook his head, looking a bit helpless, "his identity is a bit awkward; he might not be ready to meet everyone yet..."

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Amanda said. "Identity is awkward? What's there to be awkward about? Even if he's a wanted criminal, I have ways to clear his name. Call him over quickly; we can't miss this great opportunity!"

Everyone looked at Schiller. Their eyes were dark and hollow, seemingly reflecting a strange kind of deathly aura, and when they looked at people, they carried a coldness that didn't match their expressions, making them look even more oppressive.

Schiller looked as if he were completely forced and compromised, shaking his head and saying, "Fine, it's you all who insist on him joining; don't blame me if something goes wrong."

After saying this, he picked up his phone and went outside the door. After a while, he returned and said, "He'll be here soon."

The group began discussing how to assassinate Superman again. In short, to break through the defense line, someone definitely had to charge in and attract attention, and then the gunman could seize the opportunity. Although Superman was already critically injured, the Justice League was still there, and charging in wouldn't be that easy.

After discussing for about an hour, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. Everyone turned to look, and as the door opened, everyone fell silent.

Standing outside the door was a tall, thin young man with black hair, very handsome. Those blue eyes were so pale under the light of the incandescent bulb that they were almost colorless. Most importantly, he looked very much like Batman.

Damian was the first to be stunned. The figure walked in, and Schiller walked over to greet him, first shaking his hand, then giving him a hug, and introduced him to everyone: "This is Mr. Nawei, the key figure in the assassination of the President, the assassin who successfully delivered the fatal blow to Mr. President."

"He..." Amanda was clearly shocked as well. She stared at this person named Nawei, almost without blinking.

"Who are you???" Damian stood up, staring at him and asking.

"Didn't I already say my name?" The other party put the bag in his hand on the table, found a seat, sat down, looked at them, and said, "I heard you invited me to join?"

"That's right!"

"No way!"

Two responses sounded almost simultaneously; the former came from Amanda, the latter from Damian.

Amanda looked at Damian first. Damian's expression had become very twisted. He looked at the young man in disbelief and said, "No wonder, no wonder he didn't care at all..."

"Damian!" Amanda raised her voice, called out to him, and then said, "Don't forget what our most important goal is right now. We need such an excellent assassin. Mr. Nawei, is it? Welcome to the team."

"You can't let him join!!!" Damian bypassed the table, looked at Amanda, and said, "He might be one of Batman's people!!! He definitely is!!!"

"Then why would I assassinate the President?" The other party asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms. "It couldn't have been Batman who sent me, could it?"

"You really do know Batman!" Damian gritted his teeth. "What is your relationship with him? You..."

"That has nothing to do with you." He didn't look at Damian again, but instead looked at Schiller and said, "Actually, I didn't want to join any organization at all. However, for Schiller's sake, it's not impossible for me to join."

Amanda's eyes immediately became eager; she didn't even pay attention to Damian, personally poured a glass of water for the other party, and said, "It just so happens we also want to talk to you about the follow-up plan. The key to this finishing blow plan lies with you; let's confirm the action route first..."

The young man remained calm on the surface. When Amanda turned around, he winked at Schiller, and Schiller also smiled at him.

That's right, this young man was not some Nawei, but precisely the Bruce from the universe where Pride resided. That incredibly precise shot earlier had come from his hand.

Schiller looked at Bruce, who was discussing the action route with Amanda, and revealed another smile. This was something they had actively invited him to join; he had never heard of such a strange request.

You have to know, Batman had made great efforts to kick Bruce out of the team. To think there were actually people in this world who would actively invite him to join the team. Why else would they say that smart people are smart in the same way, while stupid people are stupid in their own unique ways?

The matter still had to start from that Christmas night. As soon as the Christmas party ended, Schiller returned to his room to rest. However, he didn't go to sleep directly, but instead came to the Battleworld. To be precise, to Batman's domain.

This time was precisely when the Batmen were busy in their respective Wayne Manors, so there wasn't a single Batman here. When Schiller walked into the cave, Bruce greeted him. The two hugged.

"You finally came; I was almost bored to death." Bruce shook his head and said.

"How is the progress of the League's formation?"

"Not great. I'm serious. Most of the villains who have anything to do with darkness are stupid to the core, or their weaknesses are very obvious. There really isn't a single one I can use."