Running wildly is not running around.
Running wildly is not a blind sprint.
It's about running with direction, rhythm, and purpose.
It requires both a deep insight into the current running situation and strategic calibration of the running path ahead. It is also necessary to understand the dialectical relationship between "running wildly" and "running wildly".
Anyway, from the perspective of Ian, who no longer needs to take the public exam, it is not easy to control his running rhythm. The main reason is that Speed Force External Legs runs too fast.
Ian's reaction speed simply couldn't keep up with the running speed of Speed Force's legs. So he had to rely on prediction several times and use teleportation to forcefully steer to avoid obstacles.
Everything around seemed to have stopped.
Without Speedster's eyeballs, Ian's eyes were not easy to use. The buildings on both sides were blurred into blocks of color in his eyes, and the high beams of oncoming cars connected into a dazzling river of light.
Just a little dazed.
An intersection filled with drunk men and drunk ladies suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Contempt Warp!"
Fortunately, Ian's reaction ability was not weak, but it was not as good as Speedster's. He immediately used the teleportation skill to jump in front of the obstacle.
Drunkards and drunken ladies escaped a disaster and did not become minced meat on the floor - Ian also escaped a disaster and did not let himself become A-Train who killed the male protagonist's girlfriend in the <The Boys> world.
"This speed is somewhat beyond expectations."
Ian continued to rush forward driven by Speed Force's legs.
"Pfft~"
behind.
When he activated teleportation, an afterimage was left behind.
Fart violently at the group of drunken guys and girls who are having fun in the middle of the road.
This is one of the uses of [Tyrant Afterimage] newly researched by Ian. It can convert the energy left in place into an explosion... or not just an explosion in conventional understanding.
Shit and piss.
You can choose one of three.
How can this not be considered a good deed?
The drunken men and drunken ladies who suffered the "biochemical attack" were dodging around, vomiting crazily, and were mostly sober from drinking. There will obviously be a few less [Aimeiyou] infected tonight in Metropolis.
"Dudu~"
There is a large truck in the rear whose driver is dozing off, and it also avoids Destiny who needs to exert force to stay alive.
Of course.
Ian doesn't know all this.
Because the second sharp bend had already followed in front of my eyes. This time it was an alley full of Trash Can, and Ian turned sideways to dodge at the critical moment.
His back brushed against the rusty iron sheet Trash Can.
The discarded lunch box in Trash Can was overturned by the air current, and the fried chicken pieces in it drew a parabola in the air and fell right into the mouth of the homeless man sleeping on the ground nearby.
The aroma of the food made the homeless man subconsciously praise him.
"Oh, it's my favorite fried chicken. It's much better than donuts."
The tramp murmured softly in his sleep.
"My beautiful daddy's stuff is great. This must be a gift from God." The homeless man was awakened by the smell of food and the strong wind. He found fried chicken in his mouth and started chewing like crazy.
He didn't notice at all that it was something splashed out of Trash Can. In fact, he didn't even see the figure of Ian. When the homeless man woke up, Ian ran for several blocks.
There were several thrills along the way.
However, they were all easily handled by Ian.
"Thanks to Asgard's Shared Brain...Thor's brain was unexpectedly useful." Ian uses his followers' brains as biological computers.
This made it possible for him to ensure that even though his body's nerve reflexes were unable to respond promptly and effectively in the Zoom state, he would not hit anything.
Thor Perhaps he didn't realize that his divine brain could have such computing power. Ian didn't expect it either, and he also didn't expect Speed Force's legs to be so unruly.
Ian is in the debugging direction.
But it just wants to carry Ian around the city - the two Time Wraith calves are like wild horses that have been imprisoned for many years, dragging Ian and using Speed Force crazily in the Metropolis night.
What they want to do cannot be hidden from Ian's eyes, because Ian has seen the gradually formed Speed Force passage, and these two legs obviously want to return to Speed Force.
"Zizzizi--"
The vortex in the Speed Force passage was rotating unsteadily. However, before Ian could see the scene clearly, the cracks collapsed as if they had been "snapped" closed by an invisible hand.
It is closed to traffic.
The unwilling legs continued to sprint with Ian, trying to open the passage again and again, but each time they failed. Gradually, even the crack vortex no longer appeared.
[Berserker Experience+2]
[Berserker Experience+1]
[Berserker Experience+1]
Ian suffered lacerations on his legs as a result, but this was actually a reward for him. He gradually tried to use his body twist to control the running direction of the exoskeleton calf.
The exoskeleton calf has no brain after all.
And Ian has more than one brain.
He also has the brains of believers.
Because of this.
Of course, the two Speed Force legs couldn't beat the cheating Ian - Gradually, Ian was able to completely control the direction of running, and he seemed to turn into a red lightning on the city highway.
Under the night sky of Metropolis.
The red Speedster set off a strong wind in the rain.
Perhaps due to certain characteristics of Time Wraith, the red arc jumped on the asphalt road like a living creature, and the transformers on the telephone poles where it passed continuously erupted with dazzling sparks.
Amidst the "bang bang bang" explosion.
The lights on the entire street went out one after another.
Almost all the night shops on the roadside suffered to varying degrees.
"Look! It's Flash!" A drunk man pointed at the trace of electric light remaining in the sky and shouted, "Flash is coming to Metropolis! I read that right! That must be Flash on TV!"
On the dark street.
Several flashlight beams flickered around.
Urban elites in suits and ties pushed open the glass door.
His face was gloomy.
"Coming to Metropolis at night, Flash must have bad intentions!" This urban elite seemed to have seen through everything. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and continued to speak with a very firm tone.
"Metropolis and Central City are competing for the title of advanced city, so Central City sent Flash to destroy Metropolis's image, trying to turn us into the kind of city that can't even afford electricity."
The urban elites are indeed elites and have withstood the darkest baptism of society. His words made many people feel suddenly awake, as if they had gained insight into the unknown side of superheroes.
"I didn't expect urban struggle to be as plain and simple as business war... or even more vicious! I can't even drink coffee and work overtime!" The female white-collar worker holding the document bag took a breath.
She felt like she had found an excuse to take off tomorrow.
The blame lies with Flash.
Many people have similar thoughts to this female white-collar worker, and agree with the speculation of urban elites - human nature is just like this, and they are more willing to believe in conspiracy theories that superheroes collude with bureaucrats.
At this moment.
Convenience store entrance.
A reporter with a stubble on his face walked out with a hot dog sausage in his mouth - he received a special bonus from the editor for his last report on the incident of [Batman night attack on Metropolis widow].
So you can eat four or five portions of hot dog sausages at one time.
"It's not necessarily a struggle between cities. It's hard for this kind of topic to gain traction in the news." At this moment, the reporter squinted his eyes, and his professional instinct allowed him to smell bigger news.
"Have you ever thought about it? Flash is discharging electricity wherever he goes. Where does his electricity come from?" This is indeed a tricky angle. The reporter's soul questioning immediately shocked the crowd watching the excitement on the side of the road.
For Speed Force.
Of course ordinary people won't understand.
They prefer to believe in modern science that they have learned, or just heard about.
"Could it be that the electricity was stolen?"
A young man wearing a peaked cap opened his eyes in shock.
The reporter was stunned at first.
Immediately.
"Although I think according to Flash's position, the government will definitely pay for this part of his electricity bill, but your argument is also valid, and your argument is definitely more popular."
The reporter took out his notebook and started editing the news.
[Shocking! The mystery of Flash! Superhero or electricity bill thief?]
He is really good at naming names.
It just fills up the topic.
"Just like Batman must have been bitten by Batman, Flash must have been bitten by high-voltage electricity - he is an electrician of Asan descent!" After finding the origin of Batman last time.
The reporter felt that he had found Origin Story belonging to Flash.
Or even have a real identity.
And just when this reporter was already excited, he was convinced that his news could win another award and that the hot dog sausages for his late-night snack could be upgraded from five to ten.
"Zizzizi~"
Flash, who has four legs, has already run to the edge of the city. Ian has almost mastered his exoskeleton calf. His target is of course Luthor's several factories outside the city.
outside the city.
There are no street lights.
But there are a few car lights.
"My power is not only to protect myself, but also to protect the people I love and this city." The grassroots superhero Black Lightning is stepping on the gang boss to tell his own story.
He was surrounded by crackling electricity.
Three trucks loaded with munitions were frozen in the air by his electromagnetic force field.
Like a beetle nailed in a specimen box.
As a black man born and raised in Metropolis "Suicide Slum", Black Lightning's life experience is very traditional. His father was shot and killed in an accident.
So Black Lightning has been going through hardships with his mother, and has never felt his father's love since he was very young - of course, he is different from most single-parent Little Black people who can sing and dance rap.
Black Lightning chose to become a teacher, and was driven by Destiny to become a superhero. He can release and manipulate electrical energy, and also has the potential to control electromagnetic properties like Magneto.
Today.
Black Lightning is already a veteran 18th-tier superhero, and he specializes in solving problems that Superman has no time to solve, such as this extremely heinous smuggling case.
"How many trucks of smuggled weapons are you planning to transport to Mexico?" Black Lightning tapped the front cargo box with the toe of his boot, and the metal shell cracked like peeling a banana peel under the influence of electromagnetism.
"This is enough to put you in jail for a lifetime - or maybe several lifetimes." Black Lightning tried to use his broken voice to imitate Batman's deep voice to intimidate others.
Nothing more.
"Heh."
The gang boss he stepped on also looked like a tough guy. Facing the threat of Black Lightning, his expression was still cold, and there was no trace of despair or panic at all.
The whole person was extremely calm.
The same goes for other gang members.
Of course.
The calm mood and tough-guy image of these people did not last long - red lightning rushed from a distance and directly crashed through three large cargo boxes at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
"You're welcome."
Ian was just passing by.
By the way, he helped the wild 18th-line superhero destroy those dangerous goods. After all, these firearms did not look like genuine goods at first glance, and they would definitely harm his Metropolis after being transported into the city.
"Boom~"
The metal container twisted and exploded like a can crushed by a giant.
Hundreds of gun parts sprayed into the night sky like flowers.
Draw a shining parabola in the moonlight.
Then all the golden lightning that Ian pretended to throw was destroyed - it was actually Heat Vision, but when Ian touched his eyes, it naturally became Flash's ability to throw lightning.
Anyway, as long as there is throwing action.
Everyone will believe that Ian is the real Flash. Look, Black Lightning, as a superhero close to the 19th level, obviously did not find anything wrong.
"Flash!"
Black Lightning shouted angrily in the direction where Ian disappeared, "This is my case! It's my thing! Go back to your Central City! Did you come to Metropolis to ask Superman?"
"Flash who invaded rashly! Have you paid the [Hero Registration Fee] to Superman's agent?!" His questioning voice was very angry, with a feeling of being offended.
"????"
Ian, who had already run three kilometers, suddenly staggered.
"Hero entry fee?"
Ian feels like someone has stolen his ideas for the future from the past again.
He was really confused.
Black Lightning's words made him look back frequently.
But the speed does not slow down.
The two heavy artillery pieces that I picked up casually from the warehouse looked like discarded items from the US military and could not be used to brake. Of course, the problem of not being able to brake the car was not a big deal.
Ian also has a plan to teleport to the sky and then remove the brakes from the external legs.
"No, I swear, this really has nothing to do with me." Since Ian had already run too far, his reply to protect his reputation could not be heard by Black Lightning, who was already far behind him.
Black Lightning is still frantically greeting Flash - the vocabulary of black people is indeed somewhat rich. However, there are people who have greater emotional ups and downs than him.
The previous tough guy gang boss was obviously more defensive.
"No!!!"
The gang boss looked at the wreckage and screamed hysterically, and their team members were also exclaiming what to do. There was an unusual panic in their voices.
"Huh?"
Black Lightning is very puzzled by this.
"Someone helped you destroy the evidence, why are you still so unhappy?" Black Lightning frowned, suppressing his dissatisfaction with Flash.
The gang boss struggled to remove the belt used to bind himself.
"Aren't you happy? I'm just unhappy because I'm riding a horse?" The gang boss and a group of young men rushed towards the wreckage on the ground, and all the parts had been turned into blackened ashes.
"I'm about to be fired! Damn Flash! Look what he has done!" The gang boss was wailing, and rolled directly in front of the ashes on the ground with an angry look on his face.
"Dismissed? What do you mean? Are you still online?"
Black Lightning sensed something was wrong, and the electricity in his hand began to surge. He was ready to threaten the gang boss, thereby destroying the larger criminal group that he had not discovered.
Maybe.
Will you enter Justice League because of this?
Thinking about it so freely.
Black Lightning was soon shattered.
"Online? I am the CIA! We are all employees of CIA! Jefferson Pierce! You are as dead as me if you step on the horse! This batch of goods is ordered by the president to be shipped to Mexico!"
The gangster's angry response directly burned Black Lightning's brain CUP.
"????"
His face was dull, and the current in his hand was a little unstable.
"No! According to my information, you are clearly the people Mexican Drug Cartel placed in our America!" Black Lightning questioned with his eyes shaking violently.
The gang boss just cursed wildly.
"You have information about a hammer! You are a fool! Think about it with your pig brain, we are the CIA, so of course the giant drug group will just be a group of wolf cubs raised by our CIA outside!"
"This is national strategy--Jefferson Pierce!"
"If you can't return my weapon, you will be the one who goes to jail. I guarantee that you won't have as long as a lifetime after being imprisoned."
The gang boss threatened Black Lightning backhand.
He didn't look like he was lying.
Because he was really panicked and angry.
"..."
Black Lightning found it difficult to accept this absurd reality. He thought that the crime he stopped was behind a large criminal group, but who would have thought that he would actually be exposed to a state machine.
America official smuggled weapons.
So is this still a sin?
All of a sudden.
Black Lightning fell into a brief confusion about his career.
"But... the person who destroyed your weapons is Flash..." He knew that he would not be able to think of the answer for a while, but he felt that he should emphasize some questions.
Black Lightning, who was very cold and ruthless before, now seems to be a little cowardly. There is no way, who made the other party even call out his real name.
He also has two daughters.
I don't want my daughter to be legally sent back to the homeland where her ancestors once lived.
"Huh? You were the one who caught us, and you were the one who put the things there. Who else could be the culprit if not you?" Black Lightning was deeply shocked by the truth of the gang boss's fallacies.
Of course he understands.
This is about throwing the blame on someone who is easy to mess with. The CIA may not be able to deal with Flash, but the CIA can definitely deal with him Black Lightning. There is indeed a difference between the eighteenth-line and first-line superheroes.
"..."
Black Lightning fell into silence for a while.
He felt that his career had encountered unprecedented challenges.
Is it the fault of Flash?
Ha.
If the CIA can't offend people, can you offend yourself? Flash comes from Justice League. According to Superman's agent, Justice League is a corporate organization.
"By the way! I paid the money! They have to help me with this!" In fact, Black Lightning is not a timid character, but facing the state machinery, he really doesn't know how to deal with it.
"I paid the settlement fee! I am a member of the reserve force! If anything happens, you must contact the organization!" After a sudden flash of inspiration in his mind, Black Flash quickly took out a Encrypted Phone and walked to the corner.
He turned around and threatened the CIA agents before dialing a number. The phone rang a full dozen times before it was answered, and a hoarse whisper came from the other end.
"Say, what's the matter?"
The other person's voice was concise and clear.
"That's it..."
Black Lightning also talked about the difficult situation he encountered. He tried to find a solution to the [agent] on the other end of the phone, but the other person fell into a long silence after hearing what he said.
"Huh?"
Black Lightning felt something bad in his heart.
"Did you promise me that you would join the reserve force, obtain a license, and enjoy a series of help!" He lowered his voice, but his tone still sounded a bit questioning.
"Well... but my brother's comics are not. I mean, my brother who is responsible for formulating the details in this area has never mentioned how to deal with this kind of thing."
The voice on the other end of the phone was very helpless, as if he had touched a blind spot in knowledge.
"If you can't handle it, refund the money! Damn! Refund the money!" Black Lightning was so angry that electric currents ran through his body, as if he was about to awaken a new ability. He was really furious and felt that he had been defrauded.
As soon as I heard about the refund.
The person on the other end of the phone suddenly panicked.
After all, the money has been used, and the things I bought have exploded.
"I didn't say I wouldn't help you find a solution. Oh, let's do this. When our Management Department military advisor comes back, he will definitely be able to come up with a perfect solution for you."
"You have to believe in his wisdom. He is the smartest person in our family... our department." The voice on the other end of the phone was no longer hoarse, and he looked like he was anxious to explain.
He also lowered his voice, as if he was hiding in a corner.
"Can it really be solved? I don't think your organization is a serious organization." Black Lightning actually doesn't believe the half-grown boy, but he believes in the Heat Vision that comes out of the half-grown boy's eyes.
"Of course it's a serious organization, don't doubt the background of our organization - in fact, if you can pay enough money, I can even get you Superman's underwear."
"If it's not washed, you'll need to pay extra."
When the other person mentioned selling goods, he seemed to become very energetic instantly.
Nothing more.
Black Lightning was a little silent.
I don't want that thing, I just want to solve the current trouble." He said helplessly, feeling more and more that the other party was very unreliable, but he really couldn't find any other connections in the upper-class hero circle.
"Understood!"
The other person suddenly lowered his voice.
"Hang up now. I have to go and serve Flash. He is too difficult to serve." After saying that, the mysterious man hung up the phone, leaving Black Lightning alone, confused, holding the phone with a blind tone.
"Flash is indeed here to Metropolis! And he must be attending a high-end superhero party!" Thinking like this, Black Lightning looked enviously in the direction where Flash left before.
He wanted to use this to analyze the location of the party - of course, no matter whether Black Lightning is smart or not, there will definitely be no results in the end. After all, the Flash he saw was actually someone else.
far away.
Suburbs.
[Savage Tyrant experience value +13]
[Savage Tyrant experience value +12]
[Savage Tyrant experience value +14]
Genuine and genuine Flash searched for three Luthor factories. His luck was a little unlucky, but he was not without gain. He grabbed some selected drinks from the Luthor factory and started to drink hard.
Along the way.
On the way to the next factory.
[Savage Tyrant experience value +11]
[Savage Tyrant experience value +14]
[Savage Tyrant experience value +11]
A few minutes away.
Ian just poured it into his stomach.
[Savage Tyrant lv7 [22/640]]
[Strength:62---76]
[Physique: 80---90]
[Intelligence:4.8---5.1]
[Spirit:36---39]
[Upgrade reward: professional skill point +1]
Ian was already familiar with his exoskeleton calf, so he continued to rush towards another suburban factory of Luthor at an unparalleled speed.
In fact, this is not a waste of time.
After all, there are Speed Force blessings on the exoskeleton calf.
Everything happens.
It can all be described as an electric light and flint room.
Moreover, the increased strength gained gave Ian a little more confidence. In fact, he still hasn't figured out what Reverse-Flash said was the beginning of Justice League's destruction.
"Also, the pain of losing loved ones will make us grow... Is it the Death of Superman again? No, that's not the case, because Reverse-Flash said that today is just the beginning of Justice League's destruction." Ian, who had always maintained the Shared Brain state, had amazing computing power, and his expression suddenly changed as if he suddenly thought of something.
A terrifying thought flashed through the boy's mind, which caused him to suddenly jump off the spot, turn 360 degrees, and fly towards the center of the city without hesitation.
It's raining heavily.
Ian's figure looks full of anxiety.
At this moment.
His original destination factory.
In fact, it was already very close behind him.
That's a Sewage Treatment Plant.
It's quiet inside.
There are no employees.
Just two superheroes in a basement.
The light in the basement is dim.
The air is filled with the smell of metal mixed with chemical reagents.
"No wonder I couldn't find this place before." Superman stroked the thick wall. The inside of the wall was filled with a thick layer of lead plates, which could block his super vision that could allow him to see through.
As for the innermost layer.
It is inlaid with some unknown rare metal. Superman and Wonder Woman have been tested, and this unknown metal can even shield his hearing.
"It seems that Luthor really knows how to guard against you." Lasso of Truth of Wonder Woman shimmered in the darkness. She looked at the surrounding environment and had a bad feeling in her heart.
"No matter what Luthor wants you to find out, it must not be a good thing." Diana said firmly, after all, Luthor's reputation is obvious to all superheroes on the planet.
"Yes, that is Luthor."
Superman is also very sure of Diana's judgment.
The two continued to descend along the steel staircase, and the sound of their footsteps was extremely clear in the confined space. As they went deeper, the air began to be filled with a stronger and more pungent chemical smell.
Mixed with a faint smell of blood.
"That's the smell of Kryptonian's blood. Strictly speaking, it's the smell of my blood... but there's something else." Superman's sense of smell is also far superior to many people whose superpower is their sense of smell.
He wrinkled his nose.
His eyes became more solemn.
"Your clone must have been hidden in this place by Luthor." Diana's nose is far less sensitive than Superman, but she did feel that this underground base was unusual.
Such a huge amount of money was invested in construction.
It will definitely not be an ordinary research base.
The two continued walking down a narrow staircase, their footsteps echoing in the empty passage. The air became more oppressive as they went down. At the end of the stairs was a heavy metal door with the LexCorp logo printed on it. Just as Wonder Woman was about to step forward, Superman had already melted the door lock with Heat Vision.
"Zizzizi~"
Heat Vision dissolves all metals.
Revealing the room hidden behind the metal door.
Only seen.
That's a secret room.
In the center of the secret room stood a huge the Cross, with a dying man tied to it with chains.
When they saw this person's face clearly, both Superman and Wonder Woman's expressions suddenly froze - that was another Clark! Under the messy black hair was a face exactly like Clark!
Of course, there are also subtle differences. The skin of the tied Clark is a sickly gray-white color, with purple blood vessels on it, and dark green things flowing in the blood vessels.
The "S" logo on the chest of Superman was corroded to pieces by some kind of acidic substance.
It's completely blurred.
"Is this the clone you're talking about? It's scary enough." Wonder Woman took a half step back unconsciously, and Lasso of Truth's light illuminated her tight jawline.
This is really stressful.
After all, most of the members in Justice League were beaten up by Superman.
Diana Of course the same is true.
She really knows how painful it is to be beaten by Superman.
"Luthor... What is he doing?"
Superman did not respond to Wonder Woman's inquiry.
His eyes were fixed on the seemingly ordinary wall behind the Cross, and his pupils shrank violently, as if he saw something terrible through that wall.
"Clark?"
Wonder Woman is a little worried about his teammates being mind controlled.
She took a few steps back again.
In this regard, Superman did not complain. Clark's expression was unprecedentedly shocked. He slowly walked forward and bypassed himself who was tied to the Cross.
"Here."
Clark pressed his trembling palm against the cold wall. With a groan of metal twisting, the entire wall was torn open by him, and a strong forehead light suddenly poured out from the inside.
The space in front of you is extremely wide.
Like a huge underground hall, countless automated machines are running and making low humming sounds. In the center of the hall are rows of dark green cultivation cabins neatly arranged.
Inside.
These are the things that make Superman break out in cold sweat, make his voice hoarse, and stir up turmoil in his heart - there is a life entity that is being cultivated in all the cultivation chambers.
It's all him!
All Superman Clark!
Yes!
This underground space, which is the size of a football field, is lined with hundreds of three-meter-high dark green cultivation cabins, and each cabin is connected to intricate pipelines. The bodies suspended in the nutrient solution filled with Fel Energy belong to one Superman Clone after another! Each one bears traces of being eroded and strengthened by Fel Energy!
"I knew he was crazy, but I didn't expect that he was crazy to this extent." Clark looked around at all "himself", and he couldn't help but take a breath.
One thing to say.
Superman's mood is still relatively stable.
When Wonder Woman walked forward and saw this scene, her pretty face turned white several degrees, her eyes almost popped out, and her whole person looked extremely stiff.
"Tell me this isn't true."
Diana swallowed, and the hand holding the weapon was shaking.
And at this moment.
"Bang bang bang~"
Maybe someone is manipulating it.
All Superman in the culture cabins opened their eyes, and they waved their fists at the same time. The glass of hundreds of culture cabins burst simultaneously, and the light blue nutrient solution spewed out like a tsunami.
"Zizzizi~"
Like a buzzing sound.
The clones all slowly floated out.
They stood in the middle of the room.
Hundreds of pairs of glowing red eyes lit up under the light.
The movements are so neat and tidy.
"Diana, go catch Luthor."
Clark's voice is unusually calm.
"Leave this to me."
He doesn't seem to be afraid of the large number of clones.
"Okay!"
Wonder Woman's fingertips pinched into the palm of his hand.
She knew that if these clones had the same power as Superman, the help she could provide by staying here would be meaningless. Catching the culprit quickly would be the greatest help to Clark.
So.
Diana took action immediately.
And when she couldn't help but look back at Clark who rushed into the laboratory, grabbed several clones and smashed them together, suddenly, a hand suddenly lifted up and grabbed her wrist.
Very strong.
Even a demigod can't break free.
"Damn it!"
Wonder Woman was just about to chop at the clone that suddenly woke up on the Cross.
Only to see the clone raise its head.
"Luthor... what I want is Superman... Destruction this... world." These words immediately shocked Wonder Woman. The moment he slashed the sword in his hand, he stopped abruptly. Wonder Woman realized that the other party might be able to communicate.
"What?"
Wonder Woman's pupils shrank suddenly.
"What good does Luthor do to himself by doing this? If Superman destroys the world, Luthor himself won't be able to survive. What does he want?"
She was greatly puzzled by this weak Superman's words.
Under inquiry.
Only seen.
The chained "Zombie Superman" weakly raised his head.
The chapped lips squirmed.
"He... is not yours...Luthor..." The zombie-like Superman suddenly roared, and his fingers suddenly tightened with such force that Wonder Woman's wrist armor was overwhelmed and groaned.
However.
Wonder Woman can no longer care about his own equipment.
Just listen.
"None of them... are..."
Zombie Superman fell into coma again after exploding his last strength.
However.
These words struck Diana like a bolt of lightning.
them?
Which them?!
Just when Wonder Woman's brain was buzzing, as if he realized something terrible - Metropolis, on the other side, in a newspaper office occupying a building alone, Lois was petting a cat while working overtime to write articles.
"What does it mean to prepare to go back and be beaten? Ian Do you really want to be beaten?"
She is writing news about [Stocking Superman] under pressure from her boss.
Extreme headache.
"Meow~"
suddenly.
Orange Cat, who was still snoring, suddenly sat up from Lois's knees, with hair all over his body. He raised his eyes and looked at the elevator entrance in the distance.
"Ding dong~"
The elevator door is slowly opening.
A beautifully dressed "Diana" walked out of it.