Chapter 1251: The Farm of Justice (Thirty-Three)

Standing in front of the huge Ark Reactor, Bruce thought that he had only shared part of the Ark Reactor technology with Lex Luthor, with the purpose of borrowing Luthor's genius wisdom to further improve Gotham's energy system and make the transformation project go more smoothly.

The purpose of Luthor's cooperation with him was to complete his university project, that is, to improve Gotham's weather, which was also beneficial to Bruce. At that time, Bruce's illness had improved a lot, and the two of them had a part of technical cooperation.

When Bruce and his friends came here, Hal took them through the portal. This means of movement could not be monitored by anything. They came in a hurry and did not notify anyone, so Lex Luthor should not know that he and Clark were here.

In other words, Lex sent this thing here simply to assist the New Democratic Army in Guadalajara.

When Bruce and Lex were cooperating on the technology of the Ark Reactor, Bruce emphasized to Lex that no technology or finished products should be disclosed.

Lex knew that Bruce was Batman, and he should be very clear about the consequences of leaking such important and dangerous technology, but he still did it.

This has gone beyond the scope of provoking international incidents to gain benefits. Most of the so-called aid transfusions are just some leftovers. It is impossible for capitalists to really cut open their own aorta for blood transfusions.

But Lex's current actions are not only really using key technologies and products to help Mexico, but more importantly, he has put himself under the gun of Batman.

Bruce's thoughts turned quickly and he grasped the key in an instant. Lex knew Schiller before him. At that time, Lex was still young. It was Schiller who saved him from the clutches of his father, and Schiller was a Bolshevik.

Could it be that Lex Luthor also...

Bruce's eyes rolled, but he said nothing. The rest of the people had already gathered around and began to observe this huge engine. Clark observed Bruce's expression and said, "It seems that you know this thing?"

Bruce nodded and said, "It's called the Ark Reactor. It is the most advanced engine in the world so far. I didn't invent it, but I improved it."

The confused people all widened their eyes. Diana looked at Bruce first and said, "Did you not sleep well last night, so you started talking in your sleep? Putting aside other things, how do you know it is the most advanced engine in the world?"

"Because another version of it is buried underground in Gotham, supplying electricity to half of the city, and it is only running at the lowest power."

Bruce walked up and touched the surface of the Ark Reactor. Diana opened her mouth in surprise. Even if she didn't know much about machinery, she knew that Gotham was a megacity, and something that could supply electricity to half of a megacity must be absolutely advanced beyond imagination.

"Wait a minute, Bruce, did you really put the plan you mentioned into practice?" Clark frowned and looked at Bruce and said, "When we discussed this before, didn't Lex disapprove of you making a super-large generator to power the entire city?"

"This is not a question of efficiency, but a question of safety!" Clark said worriedly, "Even if the quality of the things you make is guaranteed and they won't break down when running, what if they are destroyed or controlled by others? This thing is an engine, and it's also a big bomb!"

"Then do you know where this thing is?"

"Where is it?"

"Underground of Schiller's house."

Clark stared at Bruce in shock and said, "You put this thing underground in Professor Schiller's manor? Wait a minute...but shouldn't it be placed in a place like the Bat Cave?"

"I can't get into the Bat Cave." Bruce said calmly.

"But aren't you Batman?"

"But I can't get into the Batcave."

"Why can't you get in?"

"Because there's a password."

Clark shouted in a state of collapse: "Didn't you set the password?!"

"No."

Clark was stunned. He opened his mouth and blinked, as if he was doubting his ears. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth and repeated it again.

"You didn't set the password to the Batcave, so who did?"

"Schiller."

"Why did he set the password to the Batcave?"

"To get me to write my thesis."

Clark slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and stared into Bruce's eyes and said:

"You mean, you and your professor, you cut his back and almost took out his spine, he cut your neck and almost drained your blood, you two tortured each other for 4 years, and then you put a big bomb that could blow Gotham up under his house, and let him set the password to your Batcave?"

Bruce nodded expressionlessly, and Clark slapped his forehead.

A few hundred feet below the Rodriguez Manor, in the center of a huge underground space, there was a huge reactor that emitted bright light like a behemoth. Next to the reactor was a running wheel with a golden shadow flickering on it.

Lex folded his arms and looked at the readings on the instrument with a serious expression. Schiller glanced at Barry who was running hard on the running wheel and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Lex touched his chin and said: "There is no problem with the operation of the Ark reactor, and there is no problem with the operation of the external functional device, but the output power of the connection seems to be a bit insufficient, but I am not sure what is wrong."

"I can't help, I don't know much about this stuff, so is there any solution?" Schiller asked.

Lex stepped forward and pressed the button, and the running wheel stopped. Barry came down panting and said, "I ran fast enough, did I succeed?"

"Why do you seem to be enjoying it?" Schiller asked, looking at Barry.

Barry spread his hands and said, "As long as Batman agrees, I don't mind putting in some effort. Anyway, if you want to improve the weather in Gotham, it's just for the sake of the citizens of Gotham. It's a good deed. I'm happy to help."

Schiller glanced at Barry's slightly childish face, and then withdrew his gaze. At this time, Lex said:

"I think there may be a problem with the material. This part of the technology was completed in cooperation with Bruce. He was responsible for the material part, so I don't have detailed data, but I remember he said that the material used in the connection is the same as that of his batarang. Same..."

"So, you need Batarangs?" Schiller asked.

Lex nodded and said, "I may have to study the properties of this material to determine whether it is a conductivity problem."

"Then don't think about it." Barry came over and said, "Each of Batman's darts is marked and numbered. After the battle, he will recover all the weapons, even if they fall into the Mariana Trench. , he also has a way to fish them out and will never allow them to wander outside. "

Schiller walked to the side silently, reached out and opened a drawer, and with a "crash", a drawer of batarangs fell to the ground.

Barry's eyes almost popped out of his head. Schiller tilted his head and motioned for Luther to get it. He stood beside him and folded his arms and said, "Look at which version you want. I remember that different versions have different materials. "

"No, where did you get this...?

said Barry, his voice rising.

"Confiscated." Schiller replied calmly: "There are also a few that my housekeeper picked up from the ground next to him when he hung himself on a branch in the garden."

"Then he won't come to you to ask for it?!"

"Then I won't give it to him?"

Barry stared at Schiller with an incredulous look and said: "In Gotham, you actually dared to use this attitude towards Batman, how did you survive to this day??!

Schiller stared at the batarangs there and said: "Why don't you ask, in Gotham, Batman dared to treat me with this attitude, how did he survive to this day? Is it based on his academic performance?"

After a while, Lex shook his head and said: "No, the problem doesn't seem to be in this aspect. This Ark Reactor should have been improved in many versions. Bruce may have adjusted the interface during a certain revision, but the connection device But there was no adjustment.”

"Mismatching interfaces may also lead to poor conduction. To solve this problem, I may need his revised detailed design drawings."

Schiller sighed softly and whispered: "His design drawings are all in the Batcave... Forget it, I'll go there."

After saying that, he set his eyes on Barry and said, "Aren't you fast? Take me to the Batcave."

Just as Barry was about to speak, he noticed the impatience in Schiller's eyes. Barry had no choice but to put his hand on Schiller's shoulder, and the speed force instantly covered Schiller's body.

Schiller didn't even feel the movement of his sight. In a short period of time, the gate of Wayne Manor appeared in front of him. Barry took his hand back as if he was electrocuted, and swooped far away, his hands Put your hands together and whisper!

"Batman, I didn't come here. I was forced to do so. I definitely didn't want to break into your home. No matter what weird weapons you have, don't aim at me. Every wrongdoer has his own debt..."

"What are you doing?" Schiller said rather irritably: "You're going to the wrong place, not here, to the suburbs."

Barry looked at him a little blankly. Seeing Schiller's increasingly dangerous look, he had no choice but to walk up again and said, "Then the Batman in this world is quite special. The Batcave is actually in the suburbs? I don't know the road. Can you show me the way?"

Schiller showed the way, and Barry used the speed force to take Schiller to the Batcave in the suburbs. This time he went to the right place. In front of a somewhat deserted cave door, Barry saw a familiar gate.

"Okay, we're here, but how do you plan to get in?" Barry swooped out far away again, stood at the bottom of the hillside and shouted to Schiller: "The doors of the Batcave all have passwords. If you tell me wrong, It’s over!”

"Can you stand next to me?" Schiller frowned and looked at Barry, as if he was looking at a naughty child who didn't have ADHD but was running around on the floor.

Barry's feet tentatively took half a meter, and finally walked up to Schiller, muttering in a low voice: "If the automatic defense robot shoots later, don't blame me for running too fast."

Schiller pursed his lips and turned his head back. He reached out and knocked on the door. Bruce's recording sounded: "Password?"

Schiller said in an extremely impatient tone that would make every student in the world's hair stand on end:

"Go write your paper!"

"The password is correct."

After Bruce's voice sounded, there was no movement at the door. Barry looked around in confusion. He felt a little scared, so he instinctively took two steps back.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

Barry missed a step and fell into a shaft a few meters away from the gate. He got up from the ground, rubbed his dizzy head, and looked up to see Schiller standing at the wellhead looking at him.

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Schiller walked down the stairs step by step, without even looking at Barry, and said as he walked in: "I told you to stand next to me and don't move."

Barry covered his head and walked behind Schiller. He looked around and found that there was a passage here, but it did not lead to the gate, but to the opposite direction.

"So, that's a fake door above? It's worthy of being the resourceful Batman... Wait a minute, how did you know the password?!

!"

At this time, Schiller had already walked through the passage and came to the room. Barry found that this was a file room, surrounded by file cabinets.

Schiller started looking from the beginning. After opening the drawer, he reached in, held the edge of the file, and read it page by page. After reading a drawer, he closed it and turned to the next one.

Barry felt more and more guilty. He took a breath and said, "Aren't you going to be more careful? If Batman knew that you rushed into the Batcave and rummaged through his files, something terrible would happen!"

"It's okay. He can't get in."

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