Barry looked left and right, changing the subject, meaning he would abstain and not get involved in this matter.
Batman could only give up helplessly.
But Shimizu guessed that this guy was probably still plotting something bad in his stomach.
“If things are over, then I'll go back and rest first.”
After a great battle, Shimizu was also very tired.
These Kryptonians were really not that easy to deal with.
While speaking, Shimizu also took out a small device from the White Knight's armor and pressed the button.
This was a small thing that Barry brought from Star Labs, made by Cisco, which could temporarily interfere with signal channels other than the specified frequency.
Mainly, Shimizu was worried that Luthor would take this opportunity to compete with him for the control of the White Knight and cause trouble.
With the latter's ability, he would definitely have a way to crack this signal jammer, but at least it would take some time.
Now that the battle was over, it could be turned off.
In less than a second, Lex Luthor sent a communication request.
“Hello, Luthor, the matter here has been resolved.”
“You're too optimistic, Walter. I won't bother with you for blocking my signal for now. I have something I need to tell you.”
On a helicopter more than twenty kilometers away from Metropolis, Luthor said into the walkie-talkie.
“Just as you were fighting, Congress passed a directive to launch a one-megaton strategic nuclear bomb towards Metropolis, estimated to arrive over Metropolis in one minute.”
“I know.”
Shimizu hung up the phone with a gloomy face, stopped Superman, Batman, and Flash, and told them about this matter.
“Are they crazy? Metropolis has tens of millions of people! If this nuclear bomb comes down, the number of deaths will be able to catch up with World War I!”
Barry exclaimed.
With his and Superman's speed, they could completely take a portion of the people out of the nuclear bomb's blast radius.
But Metropolis has tens of millions of people, and even they cannot transfer everyone in one minute.
“For them, maybe we and the aliens are the same, a huge threat. If we leave, the deaths of tens of millions of people will be used by those people as a weapon against us. If not…”
Batman's face was equally ugly.
Superman had already flown into the sky, searching for the location of the nuclear missile.
Batman's right hand quickly tapped on another touch screen on his left arm, using Wayne Enterprises' satellite to broadcast the captured images.
Red cape fluttering, Superman, flying in the sky, had found the location of the nuclear missile, flew below it, and carried the missile towards the outer atmosphere.
Until a certain moment, a bright and short-lived star appeared in the clear blue sky.
“Superman, is he… alright?”
“Phew…”
Barry breathed a sigh of relief, and then an embarrassing sound came from Barry's stomach.
“Interested in eating a meal together? War Knight, Flash, and… Mr. Wayne? I know a barbecue restaurant that's not bad.”
Superman landed on the ground with a smile on his face.
Batman's face darkened.
The face under the mask was seen through, and he, Bruce Wayne, was a celebrity who often appeared on television.
As a news media worker, Clark Kent couldn't possibly not recognize his identity.
The group disguised themselves in their own ways and came to the barbecue restaurant that Superman mentioned.
Actually, the main disguise was for Superman. He just put on glasses and became Clark Kent, the son of a farmer, a reporter for the Daily Planet.
Shimizu felt a little incredible because just putting on glasses, without any obvious changes in appearance, made him look different. Subconsciously, people would think that this and Superman were two different people!
So outrageous!
As for Shimizu, Batman, and Barry, they appeared in the barbecue restaurant in their normal identities.
Shimizu himself was the president of the Water Group, the big boss of TSL Company, so it was normal for him to appear in Metropolis.
Bruce Wayne had taken a plane to Metropolis last night to represent Wayne Enterprises and discuss business with Shimizu. Barry represented Star Labs—he was the honorary holder of Star Labs, and Star Labs was the designated technology partner of the Water Group, so it was also reasonable for him to appear here as Shimizu's consultant.
“Unbelievable, two billionaires actually ran to my shop to eat barbecue in such a dangerous situation!”
The Turkish owner was called to open the door, looking surprised.
“It's okay, we're all safe now, sir. Superman and the Flash from Central City, and Batman and War Knight from Gotham, defeated the aliens, so we dared to come to your shop to eat.”
Clark Kent said to the owner with a sunny and gentle smile on his face.
“Oh, thank goodness!”
The owner exclaimed.
“I'm Clark Kent, a reporter for the Daily Planet. Before the conflict with the aliens, I was interviewing two billionaires who had business cooperation and their consultant. However, the place where we were just interviewing was destroyed, so I wanted to borrow this place, after all, the environment here is very good, and I'll order a few servings of barbecue by the way.”
Clark Kent used his high affinity advantage to chat with the owner.
“Oh, can, of course, can, what do you want to order? Rotating lamb and rotating beef? Or grilled meat wraps? After eating, can I ask Mr. Wayne and Mr. Walter to take a photo with me? Then I can put the photo in the most conspicuous place in the store to tell everyone that more than one billionaire loves to eat our barbecue.”
The owner rubbed his hands and chuckled.
“Of course, bring three servings of those things you just mentioned.”
Shimizu also said with a smile.
His chakra was overdrawn, and he needed to replenish his nutrition and energy, and enjoy the food at the same time.
“No, five servings!”
Barry interjected.
His energy consumption was also very high.
The taste of the barbecue was not bad.
After all, Clark lived and worked in Metropolis, so he must know where the things are cheap and delicious.
After eating and drinking his fill, and parting ways with everyone, Shimizu came to a deserted corner, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
“Mr. Luthor.”
“Hmm?”
“I want to know, who exactly were the people in Congress who demanded the throwing of the nuclear bomb.”
At Metropolis Airport, Luthor, who had just received the news that the danger had been lifted and returned from the helicopter, answered the phone with a meaningful smile on his face.
