Unfortunately, the bullets didn't achieve much.
Zod reacted incredibly fast, dodging the bullets at the cost of taking a direct punch from Superman.
"Looks like there's another bug, and not like the white one from before. That one's already out of juice, so what tricks does this one have?"
Zod's lips curled into a sneer.
But at the moment, Superman had him in a headlock.
In that sense, the Kryptonite bullet had served its purpose of distraction.
"Surrender, Zod! You've lost!"
Superman shouted at Zod.
"You're right, Kal, I've lost! All of Krypton has lost! Lost to these Earthlings and to you, the traitor! There will be no more Krypton! Everything I was given meaning for since birth is gone!"
Zod roared, a single eye glowing red as he fired heat vision at Batman.
Batman dropped the heavy launcher and ran to the side, pulling out his grapple gun. He swung through the air to dodge, but the heat vision burned a large hole in his Batcape.
Superman quickly tightened his hold on Zod's neck and jaw, trying to deflect the heat vision.
However, unfortunately, the grapple hook seemed to give out at that moment, snapping.
Without his Batcape, Batman couldn't glide, and so began to freefall.
"War Warrior!"
Superman cried out in surprise, but received no response. His super vision scanned the surroundings, but he couldn't find any trace of Qingshui.
Inside the Batplane, Qingshui thought for a second, then hooked a finger, unlatching the armor on his chest. He gathered Chakra and punched himself, then re-fastened his chest armor, and activated the Speed Force Dagger, ready to provide aid at any moment.
Seeing Batman, his combat partner, about to hit the ground and die, Superman looked distraught. He twisted his arm, snapping Zod's neck, then flew down to save Batman.
Qingshui watched the scene through the screen on the Batplane, then deactivated the Speed Force.
As expected of Batman, his acting is truly superb!
"Mr. Alfred? Can you hear me? I don't think I have permission to control this Batplane. Can you land it down there?"
Qingshui shouted into a hidden listening device in a corner.
The Batplane indeed slowly descended, landing on the ground.
The hatch opened, and Qingshui, clutching his chest, stepped out.
Superman was kneeling on the ground, holding Batman in a bridal carry.
The latter quickly hopped down.
"Sorry, buddy, I was injured earlier. I was just trying to find some bandages and medicine on your Batplane."
Qingshui said, putting on an act for Batman.
"It's fine. At least I'm not hurt."
Batman then turned to Superman and said, "Thanks."
"It's nothing, it's what I should do."
Superman stood up from the ground, glanced at Qingshui, then at the Batplane.
He could see Qingshui's injured shoulder with his X-ray vision, but he couldn't see what was inside the lead-lined rear compartment of the Batplane.
Thus, Superman, being inherently kind and good-natured, believed Qingshui's lies.
*Whoosh!*
A red lightning bolt flashed to the side.
Barry was leaning on his knees, panting heavily.
He had just rescued all the injured people in the city and taken them to Wayne Hospital in the neighboring Gotham City.
Meanwhile, outside the atmosphere.
Inside the Kryptonian mothership, Faora stared in disbelief at the image detected on the screen.
It was the moment Zod's neck was twisted.
"Deputy Commander, I recommend we immediately relocate and leave this planet."
The Kryptonian scientist Tor-An said to Faora.
The latter quickly turned and grabbed the former by the throat.
"You're not going to avenge the General?!"
"We... don't stand a chance, Deputy Commander. Kal... Kal-El's power is too great. Even our strongest General fell at his hands. He also has other allies powerful enough to contend with us. To preserve Krypton's last hope, we... cannot go to our deaths!"
Tor-An said with difficulty.
Faora threw Tor-An to the ground.
"All our energy is installed on the World Engine. We can't leave here now!"
Faora was ready to die.
Like Zod, she was genetically programmed from birth to be a warrior protecting Krypton.
From the moment they were born, the purpose of Kryptonian soldiers like them was to protect and save Krypton.
Now, with the hope of rebuilding Krypton shattered, and the ship lacking enough energy to leave immediately, they had lost their purpose.
For them, dying in battle seemed to be the last, and only, option.
"No! Your Excellency, Deputy Commander, the ship still has backup energy for one jump. We can still do as General Zod once did, and search for usable resources on Krypton's colonies. If we don't have energy, we'll plunder it from other planets. If we don't have a complete World Engine, we'll build a new one!"
Tor-An's words swayed Faora somewhat.
"General Zod fought for us until the very last moment. His greatest wish was to rebuild Krypton. But if we're gone, that's when we truly lose our last hope!"
"Give the order, have everyone return to their posts. We're leaving this star system immediately."
"Yes, Your Excellency, Deputy Commander!"
Tor-An was overjoyed.
He had finally convinced Faora!
Staying on Earth would surely mean death.
Zod and Faora were ready to die, but Tor-An wasn't.
"From now on, don't call me Deputy Commander."
"Huh?"
"Call me General. From this moment on, I am the last Kryptonian General after General Zod, and perhaps also the first General of New Krypton, Faora!"
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"What should we do with Zod's body? No matter what, we certainly can't leave it to the military, lest they experiment and create some kind of monster."
Qingshui looked at Zod's body lying on the ground and said.
"Leave it to me. I can ensure no one will ever find it."
Batman gave Qingshui a look, as if to say: I know what you've been up to, kid.
Qingshui immediately understood that this guy had guessed he had hidden Nam's body.
"Leave it to me. I have a place no one else will ever be able to access."
Superman spoke up.
He was referring to the Fortress of Solitude, which was originally an exploration ship launched to Earth by his biological father, Jor-El, and later converted.
"Then that's settled."
Qingshui decided.
He and Superman already accounted for two votes, putting them in an unassailable position.
Batman squinted at Qingshui, then looked at Barry.
"What's your opinion, The Flash?"
"Hmm... I ran too much just now. I'm a little hungry."
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