The dome collapsed.
The air pressure roared and burst forth from the oxygen-depleted environment.
The near-orbital vacuum, like an abyss, greedily devoured the thick toxic fog inside the cabin.
Zod roared.
The battle armor twisted, and the two release valves behind him roared and pushed.
He lowered his waist and stamped his foot.
The main deck sank down, creating a pit a foot deep.
Zod lunged forward, his right arm lever suddenly locking in place, his five fingers together, meeting the pressure, and thrusting straight towards John's throat!
[ Insight ]
John stood with his hands behind his back in the eye of the chaotic Stormfront.
His suit billowed and swelled under the pressure.
He slightly lifted his eyelids, and the dark circles under his eyes slowly began to boil.
No avoidance.
His left arm shot out, the edge of his palm slicing fiercely against the iron wall, then swiftly gripping Zod's right wrist.
Immediately afterwards, his right hand shot out from his waist with a whoosh.
It slammed right into Zod's mask!
"When----!!"
The sound waves created visible cracks, and the tens-of-meters-thick bulkhead bulged outwards like thin tin foil.
That's not enough.
Under this terrifying pressure, the load-bearing beams on the lower part of the mothership began to break inch by inch.
The two bodies, propelled by the impact, crashed through three decks, fell out of the ship's hull, and then plummeted into the air with a sonic boom.
The camera zooms out.
A panoramic view of the near-Earth orbit came into view for the two of them.
However, compared to the eternal void above.
Below, the Earth's azure curved surface, and the glow rising at the terminator.
It appears even more sacred, as if guided by destiny.
However, this beautiful time and scenery...
It seems the two of them are not fortunate enough to enjoy it.
The telephoto lens followed the two figures downwards, switching between lenses in real time to track them.
Beneath the lens's curved reflection.
Two intertwined black shadows, enveloped in tens of thousands of tons of coolant gushing from Black Zero, pierced the outer atmosphere with an initial velocity of Mach 30.
friction!
ionization!
Extremely rare gases collapsed into dazzling flames on the surfaces of the two bodies, leaving behind streaks of light and shadow.
Amidst the raging flames, Zod's eyes were wide open, his left arm restrained.
In the swirling wind of the falling wind, his right elbow suddenly snapped backward, relying on acceleration to twist the elbow tip!
The next second, the blade that the exoskeleton ejected slammed into John's right ribs!
"When!"
The sound of metal clashing.
John grinned wickedly with a hint of excitement, a nervous, fake smile playing on his lips.
He had long heard Jor- El tell him how awesome the Krypton race was, even to the point that their future professions were predetermined in their genes.
So, in that case, the burly, bearded man with hypertrophy... must be the so-called general.
General?
Let's try the so-called weighting first...
How many pounds and ounces exactly?
Thinking of this, he twisted his legs violently in the gale, like a trap, tightly gripping Zod's lumbar spine.
At the same time, he grabbed Zod's head with both hands, twisted his body, and threw him down!
"Boom--!!"
The next second, the two transformed into a streaking meteor, piercing straight through the entire ionosphere.
Then it crashed through the towering cumulus clouds in the stratosphere, hurtling straight down onto the sheer, precipitous skyscrapers along the Metropolis's waterfront.
Under Hitchcock's zoom, the horizon appears to increase exponentially in their field of vision.
Zoom in, zoom in--
A forest of reinforced concrete and reflective glass buildings rushed towards the two of them.
"Thump!!"
Zod's boots spewed flames as he forcefully twisted his body at a low altitude of nearly a thousand meters.
He took the initiative, gripping John's shoulders from below with both hands, using the terrifying force of the fall.
They were preparing to smash John's head into the back of a 100-meter-tall skyscraper in front of them.
The city landmark stands right on the edge of a blue coastline, its entire structure covered in reflective glass walls.
In this environment.
Perhaps someone else would have been scared to death on the spot, or simply closed their eyes and resigned themselves to their fate, waiting for Jesus to come.
But for John, who was both highly skilled and daring...
This is nothing.
Instead, he cared more about something else—
[ Insight ]
He always keeps it on.
Even before he was close to the building, a glint of brilliance flashed in John's deep eyes.
In his eyes, the entire building was quickly deconstructed into a transparent, clearly defined three-dimensional model.
From the rooftop helipad to the five-story underground parking garage.
An eighty-story building...
It extends to every single office, fire stairwell, and elevator car.
All of this was transformed into the most precise readings in John's mind.
Total heart rate: 48
[Total number of people in the first half: 15]
Thirty minutes earlier, the people in the building had begun evacuating on their own due to the alarm.
Even the security guards on duty had successfully retreated into the underground air-raid shelter five minutes earlier.
The entire modern building, which cost hundreds of millions of dollars to construct, was empty except for a few NPCs still frantically running away on the ground floor.
It's just a beautiful empty shell.
John was overjoyed.
You know, back in his previous life when he was Homelander... those hypocritical journalists and politicians.
He fucking loves pointing at the names of innocent casualties caused by heated battles and whispering them in his ear.
Like a fucking fly.
Using those who were crushed to death to mess with his mentality and lower his approval rating...
This experience made him feel disgusted for several years in his early years...
So much so that he had already subconsciously assessed casualties before even taking action...
If there are living people, then shoot them from the side.
Since there isn't a single living person --
Then beat him to death.
Thinking of this, John's arm muscles suddenly tensed like steel cables, tightening in one go!
Instead of slamming into the outer wall with the force of Zod's thrust, he used the momentum of his fall to violently contract his abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, the Bioelectric Field around his body swelled up sharply, and he quickly completed a half-turn in the void, turning the tables on his opponent.
"Black Eight, get the hell in there!!"
John used one arm to grab Zod by the throat.
He swung his hand back and used it as a headbutt, smashing it hard against the forty-story glass wall!
"Splash----!!!!"
The glass curtain wall, spanning thousands of square meters, was blasted apart.
Reflected in the fragmented mirror of scattered shards.
The two transformed into terrifying shadows, piercing straight in from the west side of the building and then sweeping across the center of the entire structure.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
John laughed as he pressed Zod's head down.
In less than thirty seconds, his head was pushed through sixty concrete walls!
The desks, servers, filing cabinets... were all crushed by the violent blast wave.
From west to east... until it runs through the entire building!
An eighty-story skyscraper lies beneath this horizontal piercing.
The two men completely hollowed out the load-bearing capacity of the middle 30 to 50 floors.
Without its support, the entire building collapsed with a dull, thunderous thud, amidst a cloud of black ash!
But under John's terrifying control, the collapses were merely simple inward sinkings.
Only a very small number will overflow the floors.
"Thump!!!"
Amidst the broken bricks and rubble.
A powerful punch burst forth from the ruins!
"Scum!!"
Zod roared, his mask already mostly torn off by John's "easy" impact.
But it was also when his blood-stained face was exposed to the earth's air.
Under the illumination of the yellow star.
His brain suddenly went blank.