Marvel’s Superman

Luke wasn't quite sure what happened in Midtown that made Batman send him an emergency text message to return to the team.

Sinestro did it?

But with a single lamp ring of will, can you get the Flash, Superman, and Batman?

This is a bit exaggerated.

With such doubts, Luke flew over Midtown.

He put on the fully charged green light ring, scanned the number of lives in the city, and then searched for the whereabouts of Barry and others.

"Doctor Wayne."

According to the target location given by the lamp ring, Luke first went to Barry's apartment and found Thomas Wayne in a coma.

Fragments of the vase were strewn on the ground, and there was a syringe that had been thrown away.

"If it was replaced by a clown, the eighteen forbidden scenes of tying up play and abuse and training have been staged long ago."

Luke complained, but fortunately, Batman was only injected with a large dose of narcotics, temporarily lost consciousness, and his life was not in danger.

The villains are always so gentle.

In their eyes, only each other's old enemies.

Like Sinestro did to Hal Jordan, the Reverse Lightning did to Barry Allen…

As for other superheroes?

Sorry, I'm not familiar with it, I'm not interested.

The light of will spewed from Luke's lamp ring and enveloped Batman.

It seems that a holy light spell that is completely unscientific will directly wake up the other party.

This is one of the benefits of a lamp ring.

With various auxiliary functions.

As long as there is enough willpower, it can be called an all-purpose machine.

"A red lightning?"

The sobered Thomas Wayne quickly recounted what had happened before. Luke was thoughtful after listening. Reverse Lightning and Sinesto allied?

So, Reverse Lightning settles Batman who might interfere with the plan, and Sinestro settles The Flash.

This wave of division of labor and cooperation is interesting.

What about Superman?

Although Karl-El is a weak state who has never been exposed to the sun since he was a child, there is no problem in hammering Sinestro into small cookies with one punch.

The only thing to worry about is that Superman's brain is not working well.

So before every big event.

He will be offline due to various accidents and traps.

"Doctor Wayne, you stay here and don't move around."

Luke turned on the lamp and the simulated light screen, tracked the location of Kal-El, and found that it was a nearby block not far away.

He dropped those words, knocked off the ceiling of Barry's apartment, and flew directly over.

"Can't you go through the front door?"

Thomas Wayne looked up at the huge hole and shook his head.

He wouldn't pay The Flash to patch the roof.

...

...

In just a split second, Luke came to where Kal-El was.

Then--

As soon as he landed, he saw Superman Ribs being beaten.

"Kryptonian?"

Luke spotted a tall man in a specially made battle uniform with an "S" on his chest.

Between the other's gestures, a violent force burst out.

The knots are entwined, and the muscles like steel wires are twisted into a ball.

Like a raised hill, shaking the air.

Compared to the skinny Superman with ribs, this man is more like the son of Krypton.

Bang!

He punched Cal-El's face heavily, bringing out a large smear of blood.

Rib Superman seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, staggering back a few steps.

The tall man, who seemed to be very good at fighting, was in hot pursuit, closing in again.

Crimson beams emanated from both eyes, and bombarded Kall-El's chest.

The latter's feet lifted off the ground, pulled into a straight line, and fell into the shop with a bang.

Like a baseball that was hit, he passed through the walls of shops and streets, and smashed into a car with all his might.

The metal door dented and the glass shattered.

Large swaths of smoke and dust rose up like waves.

"This is probably the military's secret weapon."

Luke watched silently, not intending to take action.

Anyway, his little cousin won't die in a while. If you want to learn how to fight with people, you must first learn to be beaten.

Speaking of which, Karl-El's strength is not lost to the military's secret weapon.

But he has been passively taking damage, acting as a thick sandbag.

"Human government, Sinesto, and Reverse Lightning..."

Luke put all these guys in a small notebook, ready to serve.

Through super vision, he found that the cells in the tall man's body were extremely close to those of Kryptonians, probably a replica of Superman similar to "Bizzaro".

This is also normal. Karl-El has been in the hands of the military for 30 years, and it is impossible for him to have no results at all.

If the scientists were replaced by Lex Luthor himself, with so much time to study Superman, perhaps a Kryptonian Legion would have been mass-produced long ago.

"it hurts."

The simple-minded Superman with Ribs felt the pain in his whole body, and a burst of anger rose in his heart.

He roared angrily and accelerated under his feet, like a low-altitude supersonic fighter jet, slamming into the tall man.

However, the latter just sneered, and the extremely excellent dynamic vision completely captured Cal-El's movement trajectory.

He dodged to the side, and the turbulent atmosphere slapped on him without causing any damage.

The powerful palms opened, and between the electric light and flint, they precisely grasped Superman's right leg and dragged the thin figure.

boom!

It's like shaking a sandbag!

Kal-El's body was in intimate contact with the hard ground.

The cobweb-like cracks opened immediately, sending up a cloud of dust.

"You're not even as good at fighting as kindergarten kids."

The tall man said so.

His real name Sinclair, the rank of lieutenant, was one of the first soldiers drafted into the Superman program.

Among the more than 400 candidates in the same period, he was the only one who survived, fully adapting to the transformation process of Krypton cells.

Although, General Ryan later recruited three batches of soldiers.

But the terrible failure rate of no one succeeded made the military reluctantly give up the idea of ​​replicating Superman.

Sinclair became a unique being, codenamed "Experiment 3".

As Luke had guessed, he was the military's secret weapon and its greatest support.

"Superhuman strength, it's a waste to put it on you."

Sinclair stepped on it with one foot, almost crushing Kal-El's sternum.

"If it were all mine, America would be the most powerful country in the world."

The lieutenant is a simple-minded soldier who only obeys orders.

My heart is full of how to let the light of freedom and democracy of the beacon country shine in every corner of the earth.

Bang! Bang!

Sinclair stepped on his feet again, kicking Superman to the point of vomiting blood.

In the past, he stayed in the secret base underground in the metropolis, and he didn't even have the chance to let it go.

Now, finally being able to come out to perform the task, the lieutenant was very excited.

Bloodthirsty, mania, impulsiveness... all kinds of emotions are surging in my heart.

"Hey, I'm a little unhappy that you beat my cousin like this."

Seeing that Krypton's little cousin was about to be killed, Luke finally stood up.

According to his observations, Sinclair is basically a weakened Superman.

That is to say, bullying Karl-El will not fight, otherwise, where would it be his turn to be so arrogant.

"Another... Kryptonian."

Sinclair stopped and looked at Luke coming across the street.

"It's you who threatened General Ryan and said you were going to start a cosmic war, right?"

Luke pouted and didn't answer.

The Kryptonian Fleet was just his nonsense, and he didn't expect the military to believe it.

"If you take you back to the general, he will definitely praise me greatly."

Sinclair, like a beast, stared at Luke as he approached, and grinned: "At that time, I will be the hero of the whole America, no, the world!"

Swish!

The lieutenant resolutely gave up Cal-El who was lying on the ground, unable to fight any more, and went straight to the opponent's eldest cousin.

rumbling—

I saw Sinclair brought up an afterimage, and the atmosphere made a continuous sound like an explosion.

Without even taking a breath, he approached Luke.

The latter's face was calm, and he didn't blink.

Extend your right hand, make a fist with five fingers, and strike straight.

Nothing fancy, just plain simple!

Sinclair, who came with lightning, seemed to take the initiative to send it to Luke's fist.

Click, click!

The punch pierced through the US lieutenant's body like a sharp blade stirring flesh and bone.

The tyrannical body as hard as steel is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this punch.

Boom!

The ground seemed to vibrate violently, and the aftermath radiated to the surrounding neighborhoods.

"This……"

Sinclair hung his head dully, seeing a huge void in his chest.

The flesh and blood, organs, were all shattered by that terrifying force.

"This punch is twenty years of skill."

Only then did Luke speak slowly.

With a smile on his lips, he walked past Sinclair, who was standing still.

After walking a distance, Sinclair's tall body suddenly exploded, turning into a sticky mass of flesh and blood.

ps: also~