Superman

Boom!

Clark crashed through the roof and was almost smashed under the floor.

In the nick of time, he clenched his teeth and braced his hands against the falling jeep.

At the same time, he opened his bio force field to get rid of the earth's tug.

Barely maintaining a floating position, he carried the crushing car.

Below were Clark's foster parents, Jonathan shielding a panicked Martha, hiding under the couch.

The shattered beams, the broken ceiling, and the shards of exploding light bulbs poured down in a torrent, instantly drowning the two figures in them.

"Dad, Mom, are you guys okay?"

Clark steadied himself and threw his shoulder hard, directly lifting the Jeep out.

Dang!

There was another muffled thud.

The heavy body smashed alone in the yard, having become a pile of broken iron.

"Ahem ...... okay."

Jonathan, the adoptive father, pressed against his wife's body and ensured Martha's safety.

The debris were blocked by him, and his back seeped out a large trail of blood.

When Clark saw this, he couldn't help but see both eyes glowing red and a wave of anger.

He was like an angry bull, into a berserk state.

Without saying a word, he crashed through the door of the room.

Boom!

Atmospheric explosion.

The female commander of Krypton's eyes were blurred, only to see the other party pouncing on herself.

She seemed to be a little careless and did not dodge out of the way.

The whole person was held by Clark, and her body lost control and fell backwards.

They seemed like discharged bullets, pulling out a blurred residue and disappeared.

The two figures rushed into the cornfield of the Kent farm, the air currents rolled, the wind whistled, tearing a clear "channel".

Along the way, anything that stood in their way was reduced to pieces.

"How dare you hurt my family!"

The extremely angry Clark swung his fist relentlessly at the female Kryptonian commander who was pinned underneath him.

In the past, he treated women with the same attitude.

It must have been courteous and gentlemanly.

As we all know, Superman is the good old boy in the Justice League, never angry, angry.

For deadly rivals like Lex Luthor, are very principled and humanitarian.

But seeing his adoptive parents almost die, boundless anger filled Clark's chest, so that he left those rules completely behind.

Superman had never been afraid of losing anything in his short, young life of seventeen years.

But just now, he found himself in danger of failing to protect his family, and more likely to put his parents in danger.

Terrified, angry, cranky ......

These negative emotions, which should not have been present in Clark, spilled out in a flash.

Dang! Dang! Thud-

Punch after punch!

The Kryptonian female commander's breathing apparatus sprang up in a series of sparks and became broken.

Her neck was held in a death grip by Clark, making it difficult to resist for a while.

At this point in time, the female commander had not forgotten to speak harshly -

"You want to protect them? Kal-El, if you are not willing to hand over the fertility code and disobey the will of General Zod, we will definitely let those two humans die a horrible death in front of you, and you will hear their painful wails ......"

Hearing such a threat, the anger in Clark's eyes increased, almost to burn the other party to ashes.

As we all know, never hurt two women in the DC world.

One is Lois Lane.

The second is Martha Kent.

The former is okay, only to attract her Superman boyfriend, at most be put in jail.

The latter is much worse, because there is the possibility of a mixed double whammy from Superman + Batman.

"I will stop you, will stop you!"

Clark, flying at high speed, spoke in a voice all blown away by the air currents.

He tightened his chokehold on the female Kryptonian commander and was out of Kansas in just a few dozen seconds.

The two men tumbled and rushed into a gas station.

A violent explosion, a blazing fire, a powerful shockwave - toppled them to the ground.

"Ahem. ......"

Clark struggled to get up from the ground and looked over at the Kryptonian female commander who was in a sea of flames.

The latter didn't seem to be feeling too well, her senses in a terrible torment after the breathing apparatus shaped like a helmet had been knocked out.

All kinds of noise, as if amplified countless times, squeezed into her mind.

Hearing, vision, breathing ...... all undergo a sea change of great proportions.

"What have you done to me?"

Disbelief and panic passed over the heroic face of the Kryptonian female commander.

"It took someone a long time to teach me how to control my senses! Focus on seeing only what you want to see, hearing only what you want to hear ...... You're in pain now, aren't you? It's like all the information in the world is being squeezed inside your brain!"

Clark ripped off his tattered plaid shirt and T-shirt, finely naked the upper half of his incredibly strong body.

He hadn't had time to change into his Superman uniform before the Kryptonians came to his door.

A series of battles nearly sent Superman into a naked state.

Fortunately, the lower half of his pants were still stubborn enough.

"I... I'm getting weak ......"

The female commander of Krypton fell to her knees, completely incapacitated for battle.

It would take her a while to adjust to Earth's atmosphere, the air composition, and how to control her senses.

But Clark obviously wouldn't give his opponent that chance; he had learned many things from his older cousin.

One of them was to show no mercy to the enemy.

"I will turn you over to military custody, and of course, I will not spare those of your accomplices."

Clark walked slowly up to the female commander and before he could make a move was blasted away by a laser blast from a Kryptonian craft that arrived just in time to fall on a car.

Two Kryptonian warriors stepped into the fray, rolling smoke obscured half the sky, making the atmosphere suddenly stern and murderous.

Pedestrians on the street screamed and ran in all directions, only Clark stood his ground, confronting him.

"Get inside, it's not safe outside!"

He evacuated the crowd as he walked toward the other side.

"Kal-El, there will be no more safe places on this planet."

A dull voice rang out.

It came from one of the Kryptonian warriors who was as tall as a Titan.

The man was close to three meters tall, his muscles puffed up and bulged like the rock of a hill.

"That's right, we'll kill everyone you try to protect."

Another Kryptonian warrior chimed in.

Clark was silent.

He gradually calmed his inner rage and clenched his fists hard.

Just as Superman was about to strike, four fighters roared in in a herringbone formation.

The pilots pushed the operating sticks while aiming their cannons at the three figures on the ground.

"'Vultures' are in position, target spotted, prepare to fire."

Over the communication channel, the pilot's voice rang out.

"One of them is Superman? Sure you want to make an indiscriminate attack?"

Someone asked.

"General Swanwick's orders are such."

The pilot in charge, shrugged helplessly.

"Well, then, let's hope the people don't charge us with the attempted murder of a superhero."

The man continued.

"A superhero? Come on, Superman is no different than the other two targets, they're both aliens and they're both up to no good."

The pilot in charge bristled.

The fighter quickly approached the target, after taking aim.

Ta-da! Ta-da-da-da-da!

Thirty millimeter depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds poured out like rain.

Like the searing breath of a dragon, it carried a stunning killing power.

Clark reacted quickly and dodged the wave of attacks at the first opportunity.

But the two Kryptonians are not so lucky, the powerful armor-piercing bullets sweeping all the way, hitting the body of the black armor.

Although not directly shattered it, causing damage.

But the powerful kinetic energy still blasted them out and smashed them into a store behind them.

"Well done! Prepare for another attack!"

Next to the pilot, the American GI at the controls of the weapon said excitedly.

"Direction 212 degrees, second strafing start!"

The thirty millimeter depleted uranium armor piercing rounds hit hard and the two Kryptonian fighters were a little dizzy as if they were on drugs.

They looked toward the incoming fighter again with a fierce look in their eyes.

Dang! Boom! Boom!

In unison, the two men took a step and jumped, crossing a street's distance in an instant.

With this inhuman run, the Kryptonian warrior leapt into the air and swooped down on the soaring fighter.

The Kryptonian warrior grinned a cruel smile.

And then removed the cockpit with his bare hands and crushed the heads of the two humans in the cockpit.

The red and white mixture of murky liquid spilled into the air, the falling fighter with headless corpses, together with charred.

Boom!

The sound of continuous explosions rang out again!

After this round of counterattack by the Kryptonian fighters, a formation of A10 attack planes immediately lost two fighters and four pilots.

One of the guys tried to do it again, only to be knocked out by Clark in mid-air.

They fell into a fast food restaurant not far away, which looked like several grenades exploded.

Tables and chairs were broken, doors and windows were damaged, and a lot of smoke and dust was raised.

In short, it was a mess!

Clark just stood up, the Kryptonian warrior's fist smashed over.

But Superman is no longer that zero dodge, can not fight himself.

He didn't panic, crossed his arms, to stand a powerful punch.

And then knee forward, blasted in the opponent's abdomen.

The black armor that could withstand thirty millimeters of depleted uranium armor-piercing ammunition immediately opened a small crack.

"Compared to my older cousin, this guy is not even close."

Clark rose to such thoughts and pursued the attack while he could.

The first cousin's teachings echoed in his mind, and his fist struck straight along his own midline.

The speed was so fast that it made a dull sound like a sonic boom and struck the Kryptonian warrior who was bent low.

The terrifying force penetrated through the thick outer armor and exploded inside the opponent's body.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spit out.

The Kryptonian warrior who was strong enough to be 50/50 with Clark stared at him with wide eyes and a distorted and painful face.

After barely standing for a second or two, he collapsed with a crash, unable to rise again.

"What kind of ...... move is this?"

The Kryptonian warrior couldn't believe it.

He could see that Clark didn't have any genetic template.

What made it possible to defeat himself so easily?

"Wing Chun, Inch Power!"

Clark replied in less-than-standard Celestial Chinese.

Traditional martial arts, to the point, and he didn't hurt.

Already the female commander had been taken care of, along with a Kryptonian warrior.

Once the last one was defeated, Clark and his parents would be safe for now.

Zizi! Zizi-zizi-zizi!

The noisy sound of electricity suddenly emerged from the still intact television set in the fast food restaurant.

The channel that had been showing the news turned into a snowflake spot.

"Clark Kent, I have your parents, if you want to get them back, then give up the resistance."

General Zod's image appeared on the television set.

This was the second threat he issued.

"Dad, Mom ...... despicable villain!"

Clark couldn't help but clench his fists, he was so focused on fighting that he forgot to protect his parents who were still at the Kent farm.

I didn't expect General Zod to be so disrespectful and engage in the kidnapping routine.

"What should be done? What should I do?"

Confusing thoughts took over his brain for a moment, and Clark, who won the battle, was a bit overwhelmed.

Should he give in to General Zod and give up the resistance?

Or do he find another way to save his parents?

"Get help from my first cousin!"

Clark's first thought was of Luke, who had disappeared for many days.

But before he could contact the other side, the dark red cloak descended abruptly.

The first cousin was here!

"Looks like you're having some trouble, Clark."

Luke said with a smile as he carried the female Kryptonian commander, who was in pain and passed out.

He glanced at the fallen Kryptonian warrior and thought to himself that his younger cousin was not bad at Wing Chun.