A faint smile played on David's lips.
The real world was different from comics. In comics, Batman, with his peak human physique, could fight and contend with supervillains possessing world-destroying power, even exchanging blows with Darkseid and dodging his inescapable Omega Beams with simple rolls.
But in the real world, without other assistance, Batman would only be able to take down some low-level grunts with a stolen laser gun when facing an invasion from Apokolips.
"Now, Batman only relies on his own honed body and weapons when dealing with Gotham's internal crime. At other times, when facing powerful enemies, he deploys the Fenrir Mech."
Considering the Fenrir Mech obtained through his wealth, Batman had top-tier combat power within the Justice League and was qualified to say this.
The three people David pointed out were actually quite capable, even good among street-level heroes, but they weren't enough for a world-ending crisis.
"To avoid trouble, and for their own good, it's better not to let them join the League," his eyes flickered.
Because of the changes he had instigated, the League was formed earlier and faced fierce and powerful enemies earlier. A single mistake could cost a member their life.
Finally, after much deliberation and selection, only three people remained on standby.
"Firestorm, Element Girl, Hawkgirl."
Just as the League members were about to discuss further screening, whether to eliminate one or two more, or to let these three superheroes, whose immense power made everyone's eyes widen, join, Cyborg's expression suddenly changed as he looked towards the sky.
"Unknown object entering Earth!"
As a god of the digital world, his brain could process many things simultaneously, and he had established a disaster early warning mechanism across the global network.
Just now, a satellite in near-Earth orbit had captured an unknown object arriving from outer space in the blink of an eye, entering the atmosphere.
"Its speed in the vacuum of space reached light speed. Upon entering the atmosphere, it slowed down to Mach 260 due to air resistance.
Calculating its trajectory, it will reach Metropolis in a few seconds."
The few people were instantly startled. Whether it was superpowers or space travel technology, reaching light speed was not something ordinary people could possess.
"Could it be Brainiac?"
Flash's voice was tense.
When threats came from space, people's first thought was that terrifying alien who had once bottled Metropolis. They remembered him saying he would return.
"No, it's not."
Within a few seconds, while the few people were speaking, the unknown object had already arrived.
Wolf, riding his cosmic motorcycle, executed a beautiful flame drift, stopping above Metropolis. He leisurely took off his sunglasses and looked around, not like a mercenary on a mission, but like someone looking for a bar to have a drink.
Through the city's cameras, Cyborg projected the captured footage.
"A rocker?"
Hal Jordan looked surprised.
If this guy's motorcycle wasn't hovering in the air, and if you ignored his strange skin color and eyes, he might have mistaken him for a violent biker who loved rock music, someone commonly seen on the streets.
"He doesn't seem hostile.
Maybe he's a friendly alien?"
Flash observed Wolf's expression, not seeing much brutality or ferocity, and whispered.
"Wolf!"
David's expression changed slightly as he immediately recognized the alien visiting Metropolis.
With his distinct skin color and unique fashion sense, it was hard not to recognize him.
"Wolf Rob, the number one bounty hunter in the universe, one of the very few who possess strength comparable to a Kryptonian, plus his almost bug-like immortality, allowing him to recover even from a single drop of blood. His soul can also exist separately from his body or possess other creatures while retaining his original abilities. In a way, he's more troublesome than a Kryptonian."
"Of course, he's not hostile because killing and madness flow in his blood; it's his instinct, as simple as eating and drinking."
David spoke, and his words made everyone's faces change drastically.
"He can slaughter an entire planet's population while humming a casual tune."
"How do you know? Did he do that before?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, that planet was his homeworld."
His next words made them feel insane, their eyes filled with horror and indignation.
How many insane people would raise a butcher's knife against their own kin, slaughtering their homeworld's people?
"Transcendent was right.
This madman is the universe's number one mercenary. The files say there's no mission he can't complete."
Hal Jordan's face turned pale.
He had searched for Wolf's information in the universe database contained within his Lantern Ring. The mission records, spanning hundreds of pages and exuding a nauseating smell of blood, spoke of this person's violence and terror!
"What is that?"
"So cool, a flying motorcycle!
What company developed this high-tech?"
"So stylish, look at the lines on that motorcycle, full of violent aesthetics. I'd order one right away!"
Wolf's arrival initially caused a commotion in Metropolis, but the crowd quickly became excited, assuming it was a publicity stunt by some company. After all, the rock-and-roll studded leather, heavy eyeliner, and powerful motorcycle were all quintessential Earth cultural markers.
If not for the fact that he was completely unrecognizable, one might have thought he was some wild rock star.
"A bunch of brainless idiots."
Watching the people pointing and talking below him, Wolf contemptuously took a puff of his cigar and pulled out a few seeds from his waist, casually tossing them onto the street.
The seeds, resembling green peas, burrowed into the ground as soon as they touched the soil. In moments, they grew into monsters dozens of meters tall, like man-eating plants. Their massive heads cast large shadows over the street, and the people gaped in terror, their legs trembling as they fled, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs.
"Help!"
Gazing at the scarlet eyes, they instantly realized this guy might not be from Earth, or at least, not a good person.
"I'll go stop him!"
A gust of wind swept through the Hall of Justice as Clark hastily dropped his words and rushed towards the city.
"And me."
A flash of yellow lightning flickered, and Barry Allen also vanished from his spot, heading off to save the citizens about to be eaten by alien plants.
The remaining few all looked serious and quickly began preparing their equipment for departure.
This was likely going to be a tough fight. After all, he was the number one mercenary in the universe. The sheer astronomical number of planets in the universe was enough to make one's head spin. To reach the top spot in the mercenary industry, renowned for its violence and slaughter, his power was undoubtedly unquestionable.
"Metropolis, is this a coincidence?"
David's super-vision pierced through layers of obstacles as he observed Wolf in the sky above Metropolis. He rubbed his chin with two fingers, a deep gleam flashing in his eyes.
It was probably not a coincidence.
What could attract the universe's number one bounty hunter to this remote 'countryside planet' in this universe, and to Metropolis specifically upon arrival?
His target was precise. After deploying his biological weapons, he hadn't made any further moves, seemingly enjoying the violence and chaos below while leisurely smoking his cigar, waiting for prey to come to him.
"Is he after me and Clark?"
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