Metropolis.
The streets, which should have been blazing with nightlife late at night, were strangely deserted.
The few people who had ventured outside caught sight of American soldiers marching through the streets and tanks speeding past, and they all wished they had grown extra legs so they could run home faster.
The military.
A nation's war machine, built for conquest and slaughter.
Combined with the wanted order the president had issued against the Justice League and Jino not long ago, everyone could roughly guess why these troops had appeared in Metropolis.
But it was simply too baffling.
It was as absurd as a six-year-old brat carrying a hunting rifle and declaring that he was going to kill a Siberian wolf.
The military could indeed exert a terrifying deterrent against flesh and blood.
But that did not mean bullets were useful against the Man of Steel, much less Jino Luthor, the man worshipped online as a God among men, capable of blowing up the moon with a single punch.
And it was not just the public who had such strange thoughts.
Among the Sixth Unit tasked with surrounding and eliminating the Justice League, quite a few soldiers were trembling inside as well.
"Seriously, what are we supposed to use to capture the Justice League?"
"Our bullets?"
None of the soldiers had any faith in the operation to capture Jino, but military orders were absolute. An order was an order, and a soldier's duty was to carry it out.
Rumble...
Howling tanks rolled down the streets, their immense weight seeming to make the surrounding buildings tremble along with them.
Inside the communications command vehicle, the commander of this force sat before the radio with a grim expression, listening to the orders issued by his superiors. At the same time, his face carried