Little Thomas smiled and also took a sip. He hadn't drunk this in so long that he felt the taste had somehow changed from before.
Suddenly, a dizzy sensation rushed to his head. In the instant he passed out, Owlman knew that Batman had drugged him.
"Why..." He clearly didn't need to do this, Owlman said before collapsing onto the table.
Batman slowly finished the wine in his cup before grabbing Owlman and moving him to another location.
Owlman was too cunning; he didn't want him to be too conscious before transferring him to a new prison, even if he was currently showing a very cooperative attitude.
The Wayne Family in this World owned a privately operated prison, and Batman planned to transfer him there.
However, the environment there would certainly not be as comfortable as Wayne Manor. Wine? Owlman would soon learn that even a sip of soda would be a luxury.
In the sky, Ultraman gnashed his teeth, avoiding the Sun.
This was the second time, the second time!
He was actually beaten by a mortal for the second time!
He had to get more Kryptonite, more! Only Kryptonite could make him strong quickly, even if it was only a temporary enhancement, and even if consuming too much Kryptonite in a short period would cause side effects, he had had enough of this feeling of weakness.
And coincidentally, he knew that the confiscated Kryptonite had been hidden by Wilson, but the other party had hidden it so well that he had searched the entire World and hadn't found where it was hidden.
"Perfect, let's settle all old and new scores together!"
And so, Ultraman flew directly towards Washington.
No one would have expected Ultraman to appear in Washington in broad daylight, neither Wilson nor General Ross had anticipated it.
But Ultraman was now desperate to get the Kryptonite.
Although the Justice League and the Federal Government were in their 'honeymoon period' of cooperation, due to a series of 'idiotic' actions by the government, Justice League members had varying degrees of dislike for Wilson, so no one stayed behind to protect the President of the United States at this time.
This meant he had to face Ultraman directly today!
But Ultraman didn't choose to break in directly. He had just flown across half of the United States under the scorching Sun, and although he had made a simple attempt to conceal himself, he was still tormented to the point of wishing for death.
The small amount of Kryptonite powder he had just absorbed was already consumed, and now that he stopped, he immediately felt a stinging sensation all over his body, as if he was about to die.
So he broke into a secluded Villa, directly killing the Master of the house and taking over.
Immediately after, he quietly waited for night to fall.
He didn't wait long. When the last ray of Sun disappeared on the horizon, Ultraman opened his eyes.
He carefully took out the last bit of Kryptonite powder from his body. If he couldn't get more Kryptonite, he would find it difficult to recover his strength.
At that time, even in the darkness of night, he would lose his superpowers and become merely an alien who was relatively tough.
The last bit of Kryptonite powder was inhaled into his nasal cavity, and a surge of power flowed from his nasal cavity to his limbs, making him feel energetic once again.
"I'm coming, Slade!"
Night, White House.
Wilson felt a bit overwhelmed. Originally, his votes were far ahead of his competitors, but for some unknown reason, someone recently spread a message online saying that Ultraman had escaped from prison.
As soon as this news broke, it immediately caused widespread panic.
The period of the Syndicate's rule had only just passed, and the public still harbored fear of them.
They left messages under Wilson's official social media account, questioning this matter.
Of course, Wilson couldn't admit it, so he lied, claiming those were just rumors.
But then someone else took action, calling him out from afar, demanding that he prove the matter.
And the method of proof was simple: Wilson had recently become popular online for punching Ultraman, so why not do it again and let the public see if Ultraman was still safely in prison?
As soon as this comment appeared, it immediately garnered countless likes from netizens and was pinned at the top of the comment section.
It showed that the people of the United States were eagerly hoping to know the truth of this matter.
But the embarrassing part was that Wilson didn't have any video footage on hand. He couldn't help but regret it; he had actually beaten Ultraman more than once, but after the first time, he hadn't let anyone continue filming.
After all, he was the President. Occasionally attracting fans was fine, but always doing so, was he really treating himself as an internet celebrity?
As a head of state, he still needed some basic decorum.
But now that such a thing had happened, he deeply regretted not having filmed a few more videos at the time, otherwise he could have used them now.
Because he hadn't responded for a long time, there were already voices on the internet criticizing him, calling him a "Liar President," and saying that he concealed the truth of Ultraman's escape to illegally seek re-election for the next term.
As soon as this kind of rhetoric came out, Wilson immediately realized that his competitors were making a move. Although he was resentful in his heart, he was helpless.
And at the same time, as unfavorable remarks against Wilson continued to flow, his approval rating began a continuous decline. In just 72 hours, he had dropped to a level comparable to General Ross.
Although still higher than the other two competitors in terms of votes, he no longer held an absolute advantage.
What made him even more anxious was that he knew better than anyone that this matter was true!
Finally, his staff came up with a bad idea: they re-edited some unused footage from the previously released video and uploaded it to the internet.
This was a desperate measure.
Those in the know immediately spotted the problem, so Wilson's action not only failed to salvage his declining approval rating but instead triggered a collapse.
"Liar!"
"Liar, get out of the White House!"
"Wilson is the worst President ever!"
"Still want to be re-elected? Don't dream!"
Outside the gates of the White House, a group of citizens were loudly protesting. Some less refined individuals were even directly insulting Wilson's name.
Wilson stood by the window, looking out at the demonstrators.
It was already night, but the angry crowd was unwilling to leave.
Wilson was considering whether to use force to disperse these people... Just then, an ominous sonic boom came from the night sky. Wilson was all too familiar with that sound.
He immediately shouted to his surroundings, "Everyone, attention! He's here!"
Upon hearing this, the guards immediately turned on all the Sun lamps around the White House.
If Batman could install countless Sun lamps in his manor, Wilson, as the President of the United States, certainly could too; it wasn't a difficult technology.
But Ultraman had learned his lesson. He chose not to land at this time, but instead hid behind the clouds and attacked the ground with his heat vision.
His heat vision was like an over-the-horizon laser weapon, precisely destroying the power circuits inside the White House. To prevent accidents, he directly cut off all underground cables connected to the White House, physically isolating the White House from electricity.
After completing these tasks, the White House, as expected, plunged into complete darkness.
As for the protesting crowds, when they saw the two red rays falling from the sky, they knew that man had arrived. They all deeply regretted not having two more legs, fleeing desperately outwards.
Ultraman ignored those ants; his energy was not enough, and he couldn't consume it excessively.
He flew straight down, his body piercing through the dome of the White House, and appeared before Wilson.
"We meet again, Slade!"
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