Chicago, on the elevated road across the canyon.
The shrill siren echoed in the carriage, and hundreds of passengers crowded in the out-of-control train burst into desperate cries as they looked at the broken viaduct approaching in front of them.
"The brakes have completely failed! Can't stop!" The train conductor pulled the brake lever tightly, his palms were bleeding, but he could only watch Bleach coming.
In the carriage, the mother hugged her child tightly, and the couple closed their eyes in despair. In the face of this disaster that was not planned by the script, the superhero Vought had no time to arrive, and would not come.
At the moment when the train was only two hundred meters away from the broken bridge, everyone thought they were certain to die.
"Boom--!!!"
A black afterimage tore through the clouds at a terrifying speed that exceeded the speed of sound. Like a divine soldier descending from the sky, it landed steadily on the rails directly in front of the train!
It was a burly man wearing a black tight-fitting suit.
Facing the roaring steel behemoth weighing hundreds of tons, he did not dodge, but calmly stretched out his hands and pressed them on the armor of the speeding car!
"Bang!!!"
The deafening sound of metal collision resounded throughout the sky! The huge impact pushed the man in black and plowed a long spark-deep trench on the railway track!
However, a scene that can be called a miracle of physics happened!
According to common sense, with such a terrifying relative speed impact, no matter how hard the man's body is, it will directly pierce the train like a nail, causing the entire train to twist and disintegrate.
But no!
The moment Clark's hands touched the front of the car, a layer of "Bio-Force Field" that was invisible to the naked eye spread like water waves, gently and evenly covering the entire train!
This force field perfectly offset the fatal kinetic energy tearing and stopped the train intact on the edge of the broken bridge!
The train stopped smoothly.
The passengers who had narrowly escaped death opened their eyes tremblingly, looking blankly at the figure in front of them who looked like an ancient Greek god of war through the car window.
Just before everyone recovered, the man in black slowly rose into the air and floated in front of the broken viaduct.
His eyes lit up with a fiery red light.
Two thin, high-temperature red lasers, like the highest-precision industrial welding guns, fired back and forth along the broken steel bars and rails.
In just ten seconds, the originally shaky and broken steel bridge was perfectly welded back together by Heat Vision! The bridge became indestructible again.
After doing all this, Clark slowly landed next to the train.
The carriage door was opened, and the passengers who had narrowly escaped death staggered out. Looking at this god-like man, their eyes were full of shock and gratitude for surviving the disaster.
"Thank you... thank you for saving us!" A mother who was rescued covered her mouth, her voice trembling, "Are you a new superhero?"
"Oh my god, how did he do it? Stop the train with his bare hands without smashing the car into pieces?!"
"It's incredible... Isn't he stronger than Homelander?!"
In the crowd, a stunned Ph. D. in physics murmured to himself, "He is simply...Superman!"
"So cool."
"You are our hero."
Listening to the praise and awe from all around, there was no trace of arrogance on Clark's sharp-edged face.
He looked at the conductor with blood blisters on his hands and the passengers who were still protecting their families in despair, and showed a warm smile.
"No."
Clark shook his head, his voice gentle but full of power. "You have been working hard to save yourself in desperate situations and have not given up hope. You are the real heroes."
After saying that, Clark bent his knees slightly, and with a "boom", it turned into an afterimage that broke through the sound barrier and disappeared into the sky.
Only a group of people with tears in their eyes were left, deeply remembering this black figure.
A few hours later.
Vought, luxury conference room on the 73rd floor.
The air seemed to have condensed into ice cubes, making it so oppressive that it was impossible to breathe.
The members of "The Seven" - the Deep, A-Train, Queen Maeve, Black Noir, all sat upright, not even daring to take a breath.
And at the front of the long conference table.
Homelander stared at the huge LCD screen on the wall, the false smile on his face had completely stiffened, and even twitched slightly due to the extreme distortion.
What is playing on the screen is the high-definition video of Clark stopping the train with bare hands at Chicago and welding the bridge with Heat Vision!
Video playback ends.
There was deathly silence in the conference room.
"This is impossible..."
Queen Maeve looked at the frozen picture on the screen, frowning tightly, and there was an unconcealable horror and fear in his voice. "How did he do it? That was a high-speed train of several hundred tons!"
"If it were us..." Queen Maeve glanced at Homelander subconsciously, "If we forcefully block it with our bodies without slowing down, the huge physical inertia will make us penetrate the train like a nail! The carriage will be completely torn apart, and the people inside will not survive at all!"
"But he... the moment he touched the front of the car, the power was evenly distributed throughout the train? Could he be able to control some kind of invisible force field that we can't understand?!"
Medb's analysis was like a loud slap on everyone's face.
They Metahuman, who rely on drugs to mutate, cannot understand "Bio-Force Field", a setting that transcends common biological knowledge!
What made them even more desperate was the meticulous micro-manipulation of this man in black using Heat Vision as a welding gun!
Compared with Homelander, which can cut people or objects in half at every turn, this kind of absolute control over the power can be easily achieved, one is in the sky and the other is in the mud!
"..."
Homelander's hand holding a glass of milk stopped in mid-air.
His originally blue eyes were flashing a dangerous red light uncontrollably, and the veins on his forehead were popping out one by one.
Queen Maeve's words just now, "If it were our situation, we would just be like nails piercing through cans", it hit his Achilles' heel precisely! Because he knew best in his heart that he could not achieve such a perfect rescue at all!
"The Deep."
Homelander's voice was so soft that it made people's hair stand on end. He slowly turned his head and looked at the trembling fish-man. "Do you think... this video is very realistic?"
"Yes... yes, Homelander!" The Deep stammered in fear and nodded crazily, "This is definitely synthesized by a certain film company using CG special effects! How could there be someone as great as you in reality! Right, it's definitely special effects!"
"Crack."
Homelander The tall glass in his hand was crushed into fine powder by him.
Milky white milk mixed with glass shards dripped from his fingers onto the expensive conference table.
Homelander's face twitched crazily.
He knew very well that it was not some CG special effects. The man's muscle power and flying air ripples that broke the sound barrier were definitely real superpowers!
In this world, there is a bastard who has the same ability as him and comes out to steal his limelight?!
He, the unique "hero" who was held up on the altar by Vought, was actually compared to a kid in black who didn't even have a cape?!
"Check it for me."
Homelander's face instantly became extremely gloomy, revealing an extremely cruel and ferocious face. He slapped the conference table with a sudden slap, causing half of the solid long table to collapse!
"Use all surveillance, all satellites!"
"Find me this black trash that came out of nowhere! I will wring his neck with my own hands and let him know who is the real hero in this sky!!!"