I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 1282 An appointment with Superman
There are certainly more supervillains than superheroes.

A superhero needs to "raise" a dozen or even dozens of super fans.

The more famous a superhero is, the more fans he has.

"Powerful" like Batman, with more than 200 fans, can be called the most DC hero, and the name of a giant is worthy of the name.

Considering the intensity of the battle, Harley only summoned superpowers with hard power A-level and above, and the number of heroes was even smaller.

Therefore, their situation looks a bit uneasy right now. Hundreds of people are surrounded by more than 1000 grotesque "demons and ghosts", and there are two crazy supermen beside them.

"Hey, look who I am!" Harry put his hands on his hips, with a sullen face, stepped forward a few steps, and yelled at the area with the most densely populated villains: "Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, you want life to be worse than death!" , or die in peace?"

"crash"

More than half of the super villains took a few steps back in unison, with expressions of surprise and panic on their faces.

"It's Harley Quinn, why is she here?"

"Fuck, didn't you say you only deal with superheroes? She's not a superhero."

"Luther, what's going on? Aren't you 100% sure that she will never participate in the conflict between the secret society and the superheroes?"

Plenty of villains directly asked out loud.

"Harry, this is a war between us and the Justice League, you don't need to intervene." Luthor persuaded in a gentle voice.

Harry stared at him for a long time before deciding, "You're not Luthor."

Luther froze for a moment, then smiled wryly: "I know you don't understand, but I have reasons for doing so.

The Justice League twists our wills and modifies our memories.

Tianyan will plant bombs in our heads and force us to be cannon fodder and do black work for the government.

The U.S. government and the Pentagon are even darker, stealing our wealth and technology, and using us for superpower experiments
Those of us who are scornfully called 'supervillains' are oppressed, bullied, humiliated, robbed, and deprived of the most basic human dignity and rights. "

His tone gradually became passionate, "God cannot save us, and people who hold popular votes and pretend to be state managers will not change our situation. Superheroes are our eternal enemies.

No fairy emperor savior can be trusted.

To change all this, we can only rely on ourselves.

We must take back our power, let our minds break out of the cage, and unite forever, and our justice must be realized. "

This guy almost sang the international song, and Harley seemed to hear "Arise, hungry and cold slaves, Arise, suffering people all over the world".

The effect is very good, the eyes of those super villains who were shaken by her appearance became firm again, full of anger and aggression.

"You're not Luthor." Harry shook his head and said, "You look just like Luthor, and I can't even find a flaw in your mental fluctuations, but you're definitely not Luthor."

Luther shook his head and said, "The me now is no longer the me who pretended to be the real me in the past. If you can't accept it, it doesn't mean I'm fake."

Harry said: "Luthor won't be someone's younger brother honestly, especially as a pawn manipulated by the mastermind behind the scenes, one of whom is Alexander Kent, whom he dislikes very much.

Secondly, no matter how cowardly Luthor's actions were in the past, he had a grand and even arrogant goal.

He'll use the supervillain's rage against the superheroes to accomplish a project of his own, but he'll never really stand in the supervillain's shoes for the benefit of suffering villains all over the world.

Because he never felt like a villain.

No matter how vicious the means are, he firmly believes that he is the "hope of mankind" greater than Superman, and has been working hard to prove it.

In the end, Luthor has been watched by 'inexplicable eyes' since last year.

Where there is an effect, there must be a cause, and I guess you are the cause.

Before, I suspected that you were being controlled by someone's mind, but looking carefully at your eyes, you are clear and wise, and there is no sign of being controlled at all. "

"If he is not Luther, then who is he?" Da Chao wondered.

Harry shrugged, "A person can pretend to be flawless, but the soul can't pretend. Kill him, extract the soul and torture him, and the truth will naturally come to light."

"Hahaha, Harley, I understand you. You want to use words to disturb our minds, so that the secret society's morale will be unstable and its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, but I will not be fooled, and neither will my partners." Luther laughed loudly. road.

"Do you still need to disturb the morale of your army?" Harry scowled again, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding super villains one by one, "Do you think you are stronger than Darkseid?

Even Darkseid can't kill me, can you guys?
Hmph, if you can't kill me today, tomorrow I will teach you that being cannon fodder in the suicide squad is a kind of happiness. "

The supervillain treated by Dr. Harley began to feel his scalp tingle and his brow sweat.

The fear once dominated by "Dr. Halle's Game" returned to their hearts again.

Then Harry took out his phone again, turned on the camera function, and said: "Get out of my sight now, immediately, immediately, I will treat you as a fart.

If I count to ten and you stay here, even if I can't remember how many of you there are, my mobile phone will record all of you.

When I kill Alexander Kent and this fake Luthor, none of you will run away.

Even if you die on the spot, your souls will be retrieved from hell by me.

My means, you know.

In addition, I put my words here, and it is meaningless for you to stay here.

Even if I risk my life and kill one or two superheroes, I will take their souls to heaven and live a better life than the world.

By killing them, you are fulfilling them.

Don't doubt it, you haven't seen Ralph the Telescoping Man lately, have you?
The guy is enjoying the good life of early retirement in heaven.

But if I were not there at another time, the future after the death of the hero would not be guaranteed.

How to choose should be very clear, right?

OK, what should be said has been said, the countdown begins, 10, 9, 8"

Some of the supervillains began to look around in panic, moving their legs back in disobedience.

"Don't be afraid, the advantage lies with us, she lacks confidence, so she scares us with words, let us collapse without fighting." Luther said in a deep voice.

"But, she doesn't seem to be bluffing!"

"Yes, I can guarantee that she can do what she says now."

"6, 5, 4, 3"

"Oh my god, the countdown is speeding up and it's almost reaching zero. Run - Batman isn't here anyway, so there's no point in us staying."

The shout came from dozens of "Arkham Heroes" in Gotham. I don't know who called it, but after the shout, they all ran out collectively.

Like toppling dominoes, hundreds of villains follow them.

"I'll kill whoever escapes first!" Luthor gave a look, and Supreme Chaos took off in a rage, turning into a beam of red light, and rushed straight to the Penguin and Riddler who were running in the front.

But Dachao was not a piece of wood, he also entered the sub-light speed flight, and had a "car accident" in the middle of the flight.

"BOOOM!" The two supermen collided and detonated the air wave, forming a hurricane that spread several kilometers away. Those villains without superpowers howled and were swept away, like a leaf in the storm, missing.

So far, the war has officially kicked off.

"Dachao, you go to deal with old Superman, and Xiaochao is handed over to me...and Superboy. Superboy, help me sweep the formation, I will attack, and you will guard on the side, mainly responsible for preventing him from running away."

"Harry, go and deal with the old Superman, he will probably be merciful, but the little Superman is vicious." Da Chao said.

"It's because the old Superman can't kill, but the little Superman can, so I arranged this way. Soldier against soldier, general against general, you are more merciful than old Superman at the moment, but I am more ruthless than that vicious brat hot.

If you are going to worry, you should also worry about him. "Harry said quickly.

"Don't beat Little Superman to death, he's still just a child." Sure enough, Da Chao began to worry about Little Superman.

"Fuck kid, he's almost 30 this year, about my age."

The two communicated mentally at an extremely fast speed. Before the Superman could withdraw to face the Superman, Harley had already pulled out the bloody killing stick, entered the overclocking state, and flew in front of the Little Superman with a "swish".

He was hit hard by Da Chao just now, his head was a little dizzy, and he was getting up from the snow shaking his head.

"Little Superman, don't run if you are a man, fight with me."

"Boom!" Harry slammed his stick, but he raised his hand like lightning and grabbed it.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, you hurt me so much!"

The blood killing stick was not a purely physical attack, but the magic effect "Gabriel's Howl" that came with it was the point. Superman blocked the attack, but let out a heart-piercing howl.

However, his reaction was a bit more intense, his mouth kept screaming in pain, and his eyes were filled with tears, which made Harry stunned for a moment.

It was the first time she saw "Superman" who was clearly crying out for pain.

Da Chao endured the pain no matter how painful it was, and even kept his face.

"It hurts so much, I'm going to kill you."

The pain also strongly stimulated Little Superman. His expression was distorted, and the muscles that rose up almost cracked Superman's uniform. His fist was faster than lightning and heavier than the collapsed Mount Tarzan. "BOOOM!"

Harry was sent flying like a meteor, the speed was so fast that his body even rubbed a circle of flames in the air, but Superman reacted more violently.

"Aww~~~~" He seemed to have never been in contact with a chili child, and suddenly swallowed half a bowl of devil pepper chili oil, holding his head and jumping on the spot, screaming, "It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts Ah! My head is going to burst."

This is Harley's natal spell, the black vortex of thorns.

No matter how much physical damage Harley receives, 10% of it will be transformed into a mental power attack, acting on the opponent's soul.

"Ah, I'll kill you, kill you." However, Superman is Superman after all, even though his head was so painful that he was about to explode, he still didn't lose his fighting power, instead he was aroused with savage ferocity, chasing after Haha like a madman Li thumps and shoots—thermonuclear rays.

"Gudong Gudong." The total experience of Little Superman was unexpectedly large, and the experience jar was almost filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, it was almost level 1!

Superman's speed was too fast, and his fists were even faster. Harley didn't think about how to counterattack or dodge at all, but only propped up the defensive golden membrane to protect his vitals for him to hit.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

Because it was too painful, and because the mental wounds of the thorns and black vortex continued to traumatize his soul and spirit, and even made his seven orifices bleed. Gradually, Superman's speed slowed down, and his fists were not as powerful as before.

With the help of food defense expertise to quickly recover from injuries, and his own defense has passed 100, reaching the peak of the material world, Harley, the person who was beaten, is in better condition than him.

"You are a coward, and you cried bitterly. Calling you 'Little Superman' is discrediting 'Superman', you should be called a slug and a wimp." In order to prevent him from running away, Harley sneered from time to time.

"Ahhh, I'll kill you, kill you—cough cough."

The thorny black vortex that triggered the quantum crit hundreds of times in a row finally accumulated the injuries to a certain limit. Superman was dizzy for a while, spit out a mouthful of blood, and lost most of his strength.

He staggered and almost fell from the sky.

Seeing this, Harry immediately turned from defense to offense.

"Ah, I'll kill you, I'll kill you." That's what she was calling.

Hitting with the head, hitting with a stick, punching with the fist, kicking with the foot, every move and style leaves no room for it.

"Bobobo!" The attacks that landed on Superman's head kept triggering quantum critical strikes, and he began to bleed, his face dripping.

"Ahhh, it hurts so much, it hurts to death." He waved his hands wildly, completely losing his composure, but even if he hit Harley, the thorns and black vortex would hurt his own soul.

He was more seriously injured.

"BOOOM!"

Just when Superman was about to be tortured to death by Harry, a strong white light exploded from the direction of the tuning fork.

The sky was like a car windshield hit ten times with a baseball bat.

The glass didn't shatter, but the surface was covered with cracks.

Through some of the dark cracks, they saw blue planets one after another, the earth, the earth in the parallel universe.

"Fuck, which bastard crashed the tuning fork? The universe just restarted halfway, and now it's a pot of raw rice." Harry cursed angrily.

　(ps: Little Superman does cry out in pain. In the comics, he is often beaten to the point of screaming. As long as he feels pain, he will not bear it and will directly hand it out loudly.

　　The editing was done on purpose to emphasize his "child" status.

　　Well, this is disgusting. Every time Superman commits a heinous crime, the comic editor will directly express in words: This is still a child.

　　In fact, when the crisis on infinite earth came out, Superman was already an adult, and he had lived for countless years when he arrived at the infinite crisis and the final crisis-in Hero Paradise, their time was counted from the origin of the universe.

　　At least Superman is far from being a child.

　　But in order to give "Superman" a chance to clean up, the editor insisted that he was a child.
　　However, don't think that Little Superman is a weak chicken when he cries for pain.

　　On the contrary, he cried out in pain like a child, and at the same time he struck ruthlessly, exploding an earth, a star system, and even a parallel universe, killing one hero after another, ruthlessly. )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)