Superman

Luke didn't know exactly what accident happened in Midtown that made Batman send himself an emergency message to return to the team.

Senistor did it?

But can the Flash, Superman and Batman be dealt with with just a light ring of will?

This is too exaggerated.

Luke flew over Midtown with such suspicion.

He put on the 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 Lantern Ring, Luke first went to Barry's apartment and found Thomas Wayne who had passed out in a coma.

Fragments of vases were scattered on the ground, as well as a syringe that was thrown away.

"This is to be replaced by a clown. It has long been staged in the 18 forbidden scenes of binding Play and abusive training."

Luke murmured. Fortunately, Batman was only injected with a large dose of narcotic drugs, temporarily losing consciousness and not life-threatening.

The villains are always so gentle when they start.

In their eyes, only each other's enemies.

Just like Senistor vs. Hal Jordan, Reverse Lightning vs. Barry Allen...

As for other superheroes?

Sorry, not familiar, not interested.

The light of will gushes out of Luke's lamp ring and envelopes Batman.

It seemed to awaken the opponent directly with a light technique that didn't speak science at all.

This is one of the benefits of the lamp ring.

It has various auxiliary functions.

As long as the willpower is enough, it can be called a universal machine.

"A red lightning?"

Thomas Wayne, who was awake, quickly told what had happened before. Luke thoughtfully after hearing it, did Reverse Lightning form an alliance with Senisto?

Therefore, the anti-lightning balance may interfere with the plan of Batman, Senistor solves the Flash.

This wave of division of labor is really interesting.

What about Superman?

Although Karl-El was in a state of weakness that hadn't been exposed to the sun since childhood, there was no problem in hammering Senistor into small biscuits with one punch.

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

Therefore, before every major event.

He will go offline early due to various accidents and traps.

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

Luke turned on the light or simulated light screen, traced to the location of Karl-El, and found that it was in the nearby block not far away.

He dropped these words, smashed the ceiling of Barry's apartment, and flew directly over.

"Can't you go to the main entrance?"

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

He wouldn't pay the Flash to repair the roof.

...

...

Only in a moment, Luke came to Karl El's location.

then--

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

"Kryptonian?"

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

Between the opponent's gestures, a wave of violent force burst out.

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

It was like a raised hill, shaking the air.

Compared to the thin superman with ribs, this man is more like the son of Krypton.

Bang!

A heavy fist hit Karl El's face, bringing out a large amount of blood.

Superman ribs seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and staggered back a few steps.

The tall man seemed to be very good at fighting, and he was chasing after him and approaching again.

Crimson beams radiated from both eyes, bombarding Karl El's chest.

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

He is like a baseball that has been hit, passing through the walls and streets of shops, and smashing into a car unabated.

The metal car door sank and the glass shattered into pieces.

Large swaths of smoke and dust surging up like ocean waves.

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

Luke watched silently, without any intention of making a move.

Anyway, his little cousin won't die for a while. If he wants to learn how to fight with people, he must first learn to be beaten.

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

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

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

Luke kept these guys in a small book, ready to serve them in one pot.

Through super vision, he found that the cells in the tall man's body were extremely close to the Kryptonian, and it was probably a superman replica similar to "Bizaro."

This is also normal. Karl-El has been in the hands of the military for thirty years, and it is impossible to achieve nothing at all.

If the scientist were replaced by Lex Luther himself, who had so much time to study Superman, a Krypton Legion would have been mass-produced early.

"it hurts."

The simple-thinking superman ribs felt the pain in his whole body, and a fire rose in his heart.

He shouted angrily and accelerated under his feet, like a supersonic fighter flying at low altitude, slamming into the tall man.

However, the latter just sneered, and his excellent dynamic vision completely captured the movement trajectory of Karl-El.

He dodged aside, the turbulent atmosphere slapped on him, causing no harm.

With his powerful palms open, between the sparks and sparks, he accurately grasped Superman's right leg and dragged the thin figure.

boom!

It's like shaking a sandbag!

Karl-El’s body was in close contact with the hard ground.

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

"You are not even as good as a kindergarten kid who can fight."

The tall man commented so.

His real name is Sinclair, the rank of lieutenant, and he was among the first soldiers conscripted into the Superman Project.

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

Although, General Ryan later recruited three groups of soldiers.

But the terrible failure rate of no one succeeded, so that the military had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​copying Superman.

Sinclair became a unique existence, code-named "Experiment III."

As Luke guessed, he is the military's secret weapon and the greatest support.

"It's a waste of superhuman power on you."

Sinclair stepped on it, almost crushing Karl El's breastbone.

"If it can all belong to me, the United States will become the most powerful country in the world."

Mr. Lieutenant has a simple mind and is a soldier who only obeys orders.

I am full of how to let the light of freedom and democracy in the lighthouse nation shine on every corner of the earth.

Bang!Bang!

Sinclair stomped his feet hard again, kicking Superman ribs and vomiting blood.

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

Now that he can finally come out to perform the mission, Mr. Lieutenant is extremely excited.

Bloodthirsty, mania, impulsivity... all kinds of emotions surge in my heart.

"Hello, you beat my cousin like this, making me a little unhappy."

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

According to his observation, Sinclair is basically a weakened superman.

That is, to bully Karl-El will not fight, otherwise he will be so arrogant in the round.

"It's another...Kryptonian."

Sinclair stopped and looked at Luke, who was walking across the street.

"It's you who threatened General Ryan to start a space war, right?"

Luke curled his lips without answering.

The Krypton Fleet was just nonsense by him, but he didn't expect the military to believe it.

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

Sinclair stared at the coming Luke like a beast, grinning and said: "At that time, I will be the hero of the whole America, no, the whole world!"

Huh!

Mr. Lieutenant resolutely gave up on Karl El, who was lying on the ground, unable to fight anymore, and went straight to the opponent's big cousin.

Rumbling--

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

Without even a breath, he approached Luke.

The latter had a calm face without blinking his eyes.

Extend his right hand, make a fist with five fingers, and hit straight out.

No fancy, extremely simple!

Sinclair, who flashed over, seemed to take the initiative to Luke's fist.

Click, click!

The fist pierced through the body of the American lieutenant, like a sharp blade stirring the flesh and bones.

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

Boom!

The earth seemed to vibrate fiercely, and the aftermath radiated to the surrounding neighborhoods.

"This……"

Sinclair lowered his head dullly and saw the huge hole popping out of his chest.

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

"This punch is twenty years of skill."

Only then did Luke speak slowly.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he went straight over Sinclair, who was standing still.

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