I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 376
"Joan, what is a tachyon cannon, why can it hurt you?" the black aunt said in horror.

The black Manhattan waved his hands, looked at her softly, and said, "That's not important, you still remember the first time we met in a bar in 93, when—"

"They're going to kill you!" Aunt Angela interrupted him excitedly.

"That's right." The black man Manhattan nodded, and said affectionately: "My former friends often go to that brother Gong's restaurant on the corner of 14th and 17th avenues. I didn't expect to see you for the first time—"

"Joan!" The black aunt grabbed his shoulders and shouted: "That's not important, the Seventh Cavalry Regiment is going to kill you, and they have prepared some damn guns, wake up!"

"Angela, I'm very sober now. We are at the dinner table. I took the initiative to strike up a conversation with you, and you chatted with me."

The black Manhattan's expression is very subtle, and if you don't pay attention, it's hard to notice the tenderness on his face.

"It's not that time, it's now, at the end of 2013, we are facing the crisis at this time." The black aunt reminded.

"I know, but for me, the past is also happening at this time." Black Manhattan said.

Aunt Angela sighed and asked, "Since you are in the past, then my grandpa is also opposite you, right? Why did he come to Tulsa?"

"Well, I invited him over. Do you have anything to say to him?"

Aunt Angela stared, "Are you inviting him?"

The black Manhattan nodded slightly, "I'm at his home in Metropolis, the property left to him by Captain Washington."

"This is Manhattan where time is paramount? He used to talk like this when he was with you?"

Harry glanced at the dazed old silk soul, she seemed to be hit and immersed in depression.

"He talks like that too, but then he tends to talk about the future, he's more curious about the future, he's immersed in the future for a long time.

But now, he has been thinking about the past, a past without me. "Laurie said disappointedly.

——Only old people remember the past.

Harry sighed, and asked, "Who is Angela's grandfather? He knew Joan and was gifted by Captain Washington. He must also be a Watcher."

Laurie looked up at the cavalry around him and remained silent.

"The Watcher is a white elite organization, and there are no black people in it!" Joseph said excitedly.

Harry frowned and said, "Angela is pure black, her grandpa must be black, if the drag hero wears a hood and pretends to be white—"

Speaking of this, her heart moved, and she already thought of someone, "What an old Yinbi, he actually escaped by feigning death. He who has lived to this day is probably not a hundred years old?"

The conversation between Black Manhattan and his 'Big Mom' continues.

"Angela, do you have anything to say to your grandpa?" 'Blue Black Ink' asked.

Angela was anxious, but was troubled by a question all the time, and blurted out: "Ask him why he knows that Chief Jude is a member of the Seventh Cavalry Regiment.

Jude and I have been colleagues for more than ten years, and I didn't notice any abnormalities in him.

My grandfather is a foreigner. When he first came to Tulsa, he easily discovered his secrets. He even knew that there was a 3K uniform hidden in the back of his closet. "

In Metropolis in 93, a high-end apartment close to the bustling streets.

The old black man in his 80s asked blankly: "Who is Director Jude? This is the first time I have heard of this name. Is he 3K?"

In 2013, the town of Tulsa.

The black Manhattan frowned and said, "He doesn't know. No, he knows."

"Ah, it was me. I told him, and then he knew the true identity of Director Jude, and then, he killed him in October this year." The black aunt was shocked.

"Almost, at least one causal chain is complete." Black Manhattan nodded.

"But Director Jude's identity was told to me by him—"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The cavalry regiment outside didn't see Manhattan chasing them out for a long time, so they took the initiative to shoot.

In an instant, the glass and the furnishings in the living room were shattered.

Upstairs, there are still children crying and crying.

They are calling mom and dad.

"Falke, the enemy is outside, why are we chatting!" Aunt Angela looked out sideways, and vaguely glimpsed a small pickup truck with a special shape.

On the roof of the truck, a strange 'electromagnetic gun' thick as a bucket was installed - the brass wound coil was directly exposed and exposed.

"Joan, do something!" she yelled anxiously.

The black Manhattan looked up at the ceiling, and the children's voices disappeared instantly, "Rosie, Topher and the others have been sent away by me."

"What about the enemies outside? Hurry up and get rid of them too." Aunt Angela breathed a sigh of relief.

The black Manhattan shook his head slowly, "I can't do it, I can't stop them."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's easy for you. You just thought of sending away the three Roxie siblings and sending everyone outside to hell!" Aunt Angela said in disbelief.

The black man Manhattan looked at her affectionately, and shook his head slightly again, "I really can't do it, do you remember what I said to you at Brother Gong's restaurant that day?

I went up to your table and sat down and looked at you and said 'I love you'.

You laugh out loud, in complete disbelief, and just take me for a pick-up.

Later, you asked me many times, asking if I had told the truth at that time, and when I fell in love with you—”

"Shit!" Aunt Angela stomped her foot irritably, and shouted, "Joan, to be honest, I'm glad you even remember the love story when we first met decades ago, it was very romantic, but the timing is wrong now!

You swear to me - you're not lying, there's really nothing stopping them. "

"You know, I never lie to you. At the bar, after a few chats, when you asked me who I was, I directly identified myself and told you that I was Dr. Manhattan." The black man Manhattan said.

Alloy equipment processing plant, in the large warehouse in the backyard.

"What are these two chattering about?" Joseph frowned.

"Has Dr. Manhattan ever lied?" Giles looked at Laurie.

Laurie was in a trance, and answered irrelevant questions: "The first time they met, he fell in love with her. He fell in love with her for 20 years. The passion has not faded, and she is still so romantic. How can I be worse than her?"

She also followed Dr. Manhattan for 20 years, from the age of 15 to 35, giving him all the best years of her life.

As long as his love for her at that time can be half of what he loves for another woman now, no, even if it is only one-tenth, she will not be separated from him.

Joseph hesitated and said, "Harry, do you think Dr. Manhattan's brain is—"

"Stop talking!" Harry said with an unprecedentedly serious expression, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"There's really nothing we can do about it," sighed the black Manhattan.

Aunt Angela stared into his eyes for a moment, "We must be able to do something, at least I know what I should do now."

"Joan, I will protect you." Her expression was solemn, as if she was swearing.

"You can't do it."

"I must do it." Aunt Angela turned and walked to the wall of the living room, and took down a huge half-person-high oil painting, behind which was a metal safe.

After completing the fingerprint verification with the thumb, the cabinet door popped open to reveal a cabinet full of firearms.

Angela looked serious and moved swiftly. She quickly changed into a black leather nun robe—it had a certain bulletproof effect, and loaded clips for the pistol, one after another, into the holster at the back of her waist.

Seeing her husband looking at her in a daze, she turned around in doubt, "What's the matter?"

"This is the moment." He whispered softly, his face full of tenderness.

"What?" Aunt Angela was at a loss.

"Just now I said you can't save me, you believe I'm not lying, but you still want to try." The black Manhattan said softly: "I'm also in 93, in that bar, I tell you - I love you.

I'm still at our apartment two months after we met, and you're asking me if I lied when I said I loved you at the bar.

Ask again, when did I fall in love with you. "

"Angela, it's now, this moment."

"Hehehe" Aunt Angela was amused, "Joan, your love words are really romantic, but now is really not the time. Besides, we have been married for almost 20 years, how could you just fall in love with me now?"

"No, I've always loved you!"

The black Manhattan's tone became urgent, like a kid proving his love to his lover.

"From the moment we met until now, my love has never changed, it's just the way I feel time"

"OK, I understand." Angela was already fully armed, interrupted him perfunctorily, and then warned him solemnly: "Joan, listen to me, don't wait until I get rid of those people outside, before I destroy that cannon." go out."

After finishing speaking, she rushed out of the gate without hesitation, single-handedly, and faced dozens of heavily armed knights outside.

"I see!"

Harry suddenly realized, half of the seriousness on his face faded, and the rest was more of surprise and emotion.

"What did you find?" Joseph asked puzzled.

"I found the coolness of Dr. Manhattan as a reader and author.

At the same time, I also understand why he said that he could not prevent being killed by us. sighed Harry.

"What?" Laurie, Joseph and the others shouted in unison.

"Can we really kill Manhattan?"

"Joan is really going to be taken by them?"

"how can that be?"

Harry looked at the screen with an inexplicable expression, and said lightly: "See for yourself, Carl is dead, just tonight, just outside his house."

"Chi Chi—" Everyone looked at the screen, and saw Aunt Angela drew a gun and exploded the heads of two cavalrymen.

Instead of going through the main entrance, she made a detour from the side and suddenly attacked the waist and abdomen of the cavalry regiment's defense line.

Angela, who was wearing a black leather nun's suit, with a rosary hanging around her waist, held a gun in both hands, shooting repeatedly, headshot with the gun, like a black death from hell.

But she is alone.

Soon, the intense firefight caused her to quickly empty the magazine.

But her target—the pickup loaded with the tachyon cannon was in the middle of the cavalry regiment's convoy.

She got into her black Cadillac, slammed on the accelerator to speed up and slammed into it, like a lonely Cossack cavalry rushing towards the machine gun line, heroic and tragic.

"Da da da da." Countless bullets came, and the windshield of the car was smashed.

"Squeak—boom!" Cadillac swayed uncontrollably and hit the side of a Volvo.

Before Angela struggled to escape, four or five cavalry surrounded her.

They didn't hesitate, let alone sympathize, they just pulled it off—"Boom, boo!"

The blue light flickered, and they suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood.

The black Manhattan teleported to the front of the car door and stood in front of his wife. He pushed flat with his left hand to block the incoming bullets, and pointed out with one finger after another with his right hand. The cavalry turned into mist one by one.

Angela got a break, picked up the automatic rifle from the ground, and joined the fray again.

The husband and wife killed and killed in the encirclement, all the flying bullets were blocked by Manhattan, and the flying blue light arcs and bullets took away lives.

In just ten seconds, the cavalry regiment was emptied.

Even the old Kazapa on the pickup truck who was going to kill Dr. Manhattan with a tachyon bombardment was shot several times and collapsed.

(End of this chapter)