Two blinding bolts of lightning tore through the night in the Metropolis, streaking towards the edge of Times Square with sparks and flashes.
The air was instantly filled with a high concentration of ozone and the acrid smell of tires scraping against asphalt.
The skyscrapers on both sides should have been a dazzling sight at night.
But at this moment, all the outdoor giant screens and shop window screens are flashing the same gray face violently.
That chilling phrase, "You are not alone," echoed like a midnight horror story throughout the city.
The pedestrians on the street went completely mad.
Someone holding Starbucks paper cup knelt down on the spot and kowtowed frantically to General Zod on the screen.
"An alien savior has arrived! Divine punishment! This is God's will!"
"Brothers, let's go! It's the end of the world, who cares about going to work? Let's head to the Apple store next door and get some free stuff!"
Several thugs wearing black hoods kicked and shattered the tempered glass of the luxury store.
The sirens wailed and converged from all directions, and the patrol car was blocked at the intersection by the rushing crowd, unable to move an inch.
The smell of tear gas mixed with the smoke from burning trash cans, spreading through the streets of the Metropolis.
The entire international metropolis instantly degenerated into a massive atavistic carnival.
Barry had barely touched the ground when he was so shocked by the sight before him that he gasped in astonishment.
"My God... Even a chemical plant explosion in Central City hasn't been this outrageous."
Flash grabbed the headgear and spun around three and a half times in a panic.
"What are these people thinking? There's an alien fleet hovering in the sky, and they're already robbing Rolex on the ground?"
"Dude, this is called a capitalist-style doomsday stress response."
Chen Mo put his hands in his pockets and slowly exhaled a breath of warm air carrying a faint arc of electricity.
"After all, an alien attack would only be fatal, but free shopping can make you rich if you're fast enough."
Just then, a woman's scream came from a street corner not far away.
A motorcyclist snatched a young woman's handbag and shoved her violently against a roadside iron fence.
The red lightning on Barry's body immediately crackled and popped like a cat with its fur standing on end.
He turned to look at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with a sense of responsibility and panic.
"Dude! I can't just stand here and watch! I have to go help!"
"The alien search... can you think about it for two minutes first? I'll be right back!"
As Barry spoke rapidly, a ring of golden-red sparks flew from beneath his feet.
Chen Mo disdainfully dodged the flying pebbles and lazily waved his hand.
"Go ahead, little angel of justice, just remember not to knock someone's underwear off while you're catching them."
"Thanks, bro! Give me five minutes!"
"Didn't you just say two minutes?"
With a loud bang.
The red afterimage shot out like a gust of wind, crashing into the chaotic depths of the street in the blink of an eye.
The next second, shouts of "Holy crap, what flew by?" echoed from the street among the thugs.
The police streetlights at the street corner were instantly covered with masked robbers hanging upside down by belts.
Chen Mo stood in the shadow of the towering streetlights, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
Alright, the working class is off to work overtime to maintain world peace.
Now it's his turn, as an outsourced employee of the demolition office, to get down to business.
Here's the problem.
Where's Superman?
According to the normal timeline, with General Zod posting missing person notices across the internet, Clark Kent should be in Metropolis by now.
Chen Mo scanned the entire street, but apart from the unlucky souls running for their lives and the excited thugs, he couldn't even find a trace of the red Cloak.
Is this guy still driving a tractor on some farm?
No, given Big Super's compassionate nature, he would have already run to the scene of the incident the moment the TV came on.
As for why he didn't show up...
Chen Mo exhaled a smoke ring, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
It's most likely a flare-up of puberty syndrome.
He was taught by his father from a young age to hide his superpowers, but suddenly he discovered that he was not from Earth, and a group of vicious Krypton came from the sky to force all of humanity to hand over their people.
Who wouldn't feel confused in that situation?
I bet he's huddled in some dark corner right now, questioning his existence, wondering whether he should save someone or pack himself up and send him to aliens.
Chen Mo rubbed his temples; he felt a slight ache in his testicles.
In the Marvel or the Boys universe, his immense psychic power could be spread out and filter an entire planet like a sieve in half a second.
However, in order to exploit a bug and sneak in, this clone's abilities have been stripped away, leaving it with only basic melee combat skills.
Aside from being able to withstand heavy blows and possessing the stolen Speed Force, their long-range detection capabilities are virtually nonexistent.
"Tsk, that's the downside of a whiteboard; besides displaying numerical values, it doesn't even have a built-in Wi-Fi radar."
Chen Mo muttered something to himself.
However, the most unreasonable thing about Doomsday is that it never needs to be reasonable.
If something is missing, just grow one on the spot.
Chen Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The Blacklight Virus within his body resonated wildly with the Doomsday gene at this moment, like a biochemical reactor operating at overload.
What is Superman?
That's a walking, yellow solar-powered nuclear reactor, with radiation energy stored inside that's ten thousand times more concentrated than that of a nuclear power plant.
Since it is a high-energy reactor, it will produce bio-force fields and radiation wavelengths that are invisible to the naked eye.
Sizzle--
Several tiny cracks instantly appeared on the skin behind Chen Mo's ears.
Several clusters of dark red nerve fibers rapidly intertwined and hardened like mycelium, subsequently constructing two entirely new mutated biosensor organs under the skin.
The visual nerve behind the retina is also forcibly reconstructed by Blacklight in the same second.
The frequency band of the visual system was instantly broadened by several thousand times.
When Chen Mo opened his eyes again, the whole world in his mind had completely changed.
The once chaotic city neon lights, streetlights, and even the red and blue flashing lights of police cars were all faded into a deathly gray-white in his field of vision.
Instead, there are countless energy waves flowing in the air.
The faint infrared heat source of ordinary humans is like fireflies on the ground, while the chemical combustion of a car engine produces grayish-green smoke.
Chen Mo turned his neck, his gaze piercing through the layers of skyscrapers and reinforced concrete.
The scanning lines spread rampantly to every corner of the city at an alarming speed.
No... not... too weak...
Just as his senses were about to scan the outer boundary of the Metropolis.
In the pitch-black shadows of the city's northwestern suburbs, a burst of golden sunlight suddenly pierced through, causing a slight burning sensation in the sensory organs.
That energy was immense and pure, yet it was tightly suppressed in an extremely cramped space, like a sleeping behemoth curling up its claws.
Chen Mo carefully examined the coordinates of the bio-force field.
It was an old Gothic chapel with a pointed roof in a desolate suburb.
Behind the stained glass window, one could vaguely sense a tall man in an ordinary plaid shirt sitting on a bench in the confessional, his head bowed in pain.
Good grief, he's hiding here discussing philosophy with the priest.
Chen Mo casually stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth in a grin.
"Found you, you lost big guy."