He recognized the face.
Next to the column in the Daily Planet, there was a picture of this woman.
" Metropolis... Celebrity Reporter..."
Hector opened his mouth with amusement and gently hooked his index finger into the air.
"Ugh!!"
An invisible force yanked Lois out of the carriage, then she crashed heavily onto the muddy ground.
"Cough cough..."
She had just struggled to sit up when Hector appeared before her like a ghost.
A withered hand grabbed his neck.
"Well--!!"
The strange force suddenly tightened.
Lois was lifted up by Hector with one hand.
Without any support, Lois's legs could only kick weakly in mid-air.
At this moment, Hector brought that distorted and terrifying face close to her eyes, a dark glint flashing in his eyes:
"That... green spaceship..."
"You've seen it... You smell like those green bugs on you."
"Tell me... where is it?!"
Clenching his knuckles, bluish-purple bruises gradually appeared on his neck.
Lois just stared at him, without saying a word.
Hector raised an eyebrow, his face twitching violently.
"Then you... die!!"
Hector let out a low growl, and with a sudden burst of force in his right palm, he tried to crush her neck with his monstrous strength.
Just then, the surrounding noise suddenly stopped.
One second, two seconds.
A tall, imposing figure stood behind Hector.
It was as if that person had always been there.
The next moment.
A hand slowly emerged from the shadows.
"Smack!"
A simple, unadorned slap landed squarely on the side of Hector's enormous, deformed head.
"Boom!!!!"
It's a sonic boom.
Under extreme violence, the air was forcibly drawn into a white, compressed mass before exploding.
Hector, suspended in mid-air, couldn't even make out his afterimage.
His slender body was like a dud bullet that had gone off the rails, flying backward against the gale.
"Bang!!"
The rear door of the overturned armored vehicle was smashed open, leaving a human-shaped gap.
Then came the bent utility pole, until it crashed through the brick wall of the entire grain silo.
"Boom!!"
Half of the wall was immediately blown apart.
The several-meter-high grain silo collapsed with a huge explosion, kicking up clouds of dust.
The deathly silence had barely subsided when a menacing bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and then—
The rain poured down.
"Splash!!!!"
Lois collapsed into the mud, utterly exhausted.
He braced himself against the cold, damp ground, and began to cough violently.
Tinnitus, double vision constantly piled up in my blurred senses.
Directions are a jumbled mess, impossible to discern north, south, east, or west.
a long time.
Lois had barely recovered from the intense palpitations when the haze cleared and her reason returned.
Then she realized that something else had suddenly appeared in the clear lower horizon.
Those were a pair of black boots, soaked in mud.
Lois struggled to lift her head.
John, dressed in overalls, stood in front of her, looking down at her with his hands behind his back in an old-fashioned manner.
The torrential rain seemed unable to harm the "mysterious" man in front of them.
A large amount of rainwater flowed over the transparent gas shield surrounding John's body, then split down in a semi-circular arc.
Not a drop got on me.
The protective aura quickly enveloped Lois completely.
John glanced at the collapsed ruins, bent down lazily, and said slowly:
"Great reporter... well written."
"It's these flies that have attracted them, and they're making a bit of a racket."
"Boom!!"
At that moment, a muffled, loud bang suddenly erupted from the collapsed grain silo.
Mud and water churned up!
Tons of broken bricks and logs were thrown into the air by an invisible, terrifying force, slamming into the surrounding wheat fields with a "crashing" sound, mixed with mud.
Amidst the ruins, the withered, deformed figure seemed unaffected, staggering as it slowly rose into the yellow light.
In the rolling dark clouds above, Hector stared grimly in the direction of John and Lois.
In a fit of rage, his withered, bony fingers clenched into a fist.
Thirty years have passed.
He endured thirty years in a dark basement.
Those hypotheses ridiculed by the academic community, those experimental results plagiarized and attributed to others at will...
Before encountering this dark yellow "miracle".
He was a rat crawling in the dark waterway.
Later, it evolved.
They thought they had finally shed their lowly human skin and gained a "new life" where they could control life and death.
But why...?
A lowly, despicable creature covered in engine oil...
How dare you do this?!
"Click click click--"
The dark, yellowish light intensified.
Hector's neck cracked.
The already enormous and deformed head, engorged with blood in its rage, actually grew an entire size larger!
Beneath the thin, translucent skull, countless thumb-sized blood vessels coiled and pulsated like maggots gnawing at a corpse.
Those deep-set eyes were filled with only two dark, viscous, fierce glints, fixed intently on John.
On the ground.
Sensing Hector's "malice," John tilted his head slightly upwards.
Looking at that churning, disgusting yellow light in the sky, and that ugly face even more distorted than Thailand freak show.
John frowned in disapproval.
"I knew it was some disgusting stuff..."
"So it was parasitized by that lump of mud in Antarctica..."
Judging from Hector's condition.
John could easily guess that the military had probably salvaged the wreckage of the aircraft in Antarctica and then conducted some kind of experiment.
And then this unlucky guy just happened to run into that thing.
But... John still felt that hitting this thing would get his hands dirty.
"Die!!"
Hector's eyes narrowed, and his withered, claw-like arms suddenly stretched outwards.
"Splash! Splash!!"
Immediately afterwards, all the guns scattered on the ground began to tremble violently at the same time.
Scattered in the blood were M4A1s, Beretta... and even heavy machine guns weighing hundreds of pounds.
They were all lifted from the mud by a condensed, dark yellow mental force and slowly suspended in the air.
"Click! Click! Click!"
The bolts were pulled back simultaneously, and the safety disengaged.
Dozens of dark gun barrels turned in mid-air in John's direction.
They then formed a tight circle around him, completely encircling him.
Immediately afterwards, the two withered fingers made a fierce grabbing motion towards the void.
"Da da da!!"
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump--"
The firing pin strikes.
A violent wave of bullets erupted instantly!
In an instant, the yellow-orange flames and the crackling sounds swept across the entire night sky.
Thousands of bullets spun into a dazzling net of fire, all hurtling toward the bullseye.
The mud boiled, and torrential rain poured down.
However.
John, at the eye of the Stormfront, had almost no expression on his face.
It simply shifted the Bioelectric Field away from the body surface, covering Lois's body alone.
Then.
He raised his hand somewhat helplessly and glanced at the wristwatch made of nano-camouflage clusters.
It's 7:30...
If I'm not home for dinner by 8 PM, I'm probably going to get yelled at again.
"Ta-da!!"
A series of rapid, Riot explosions erupted from John's body.
The hybrid bullets, capable of piercing steel plates, pelted John with a "crackling" sound, but he was completely unharmed.
In contrast, the bullet core shattered, and the copper sheet was held in place by a horrifyingly large body.
With nowhere to dissipate, the kinetic energy is forcibly squeezed out and then blown away.
The firing lasted for a full half minute.
They only stopped abruptly when all the guns made a clicking sound as they were being fired.
The lingering white smoke from the gunpowder dissipated amidst the dense raindrops.
John remained firmly in place.
Hands in pockets, unharmed.
He even tilted his head listlessly, opened his mouth, and let out a long yawn into the air.
"Finished?"