I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 60 I'm here to negotiate, why don't you listen

Clark didn't know how to read minds, so he didn't know Laurie's inner activities, but because of her words, his face became better.

"I don't want to have any intersection with the government, let alone become the second Dr. Manhattan.

In fact, for helping Nixon slaughter the Vietnamese, I disliked him very much and never considered him a hero. "

Sister Laurie sighed: "Joan doesn't care about the Vietnamese and Nixon at all, and even what people on earth think of him doesn't make any sense."

After a pause, she promised: "Don't worry, only a very few people know your secrets, not even President Bush knows you are there, but Clinton has seen your FBI files.

As long as you keep your bottom line and don't break the law, no one will interfere with you. "

The other party has super vision and super hearing. As long as he wants to, or as long as he has doubts about the US government and government, he can't hide any secrets.

That being the case, it is better to be honest.

Having dealt with Dr. Manhattan, the Pentagon seems to be very adept at dealing with the issue of Dachao.

"If I go to England to find the Tongue of Fire, you won't interfere?" Clark asked.

"This," Laurie hesitated, "I don't think you should take the risk. The Crusaders of the Holy Land are not pure cults, and Tongue of Fire is not the delusions of mad believers."

"I don't want to deal with them at all, but you can guarantee that the Crusaders will never harass me and my mother again?" Clark asked, staring into her eyes.

Thinking of the fragmented holy relics in the church, Laurie smiled wryly and shook his head, "I swear, I will do my best to protect your mother's safety, but I'm just a mortal with Fire Tongue's methods."

"My father has passed away, my mother is everything to me, and I cannot allow her personal safety to be threatened in any way."

Clark took a few steps back, squatted down, and said solemnly: "Britain, Glastonbury, I have heard the voice in the castle and locked its position. I will talk to Tongue of Fire in person."

"Oh!"

The violent air wave formed a white ring visible to the naked eye on the flat ground. Laurie was almost thrown off, but when he opened his eyes and looked again, Clark had lost his figure.

"God in Heaven vs. God in Earth, it seems very interesting?"

Laurie couldn't help smiling, picked up the intercom, and his expression became serious, "Leo, you are responsible for escorting Martha Kent to the hospital, and there can be no mistakes.

Nancy, reach out to the Crusaders of the Holy Land to find out why they came to Smallville.

Amanda, bring a team to church to clean up the mess.

Rowan, call the White House. Well, forget it, I'll talk to the president in person! "

At the order of Miss Laurie, the well-trained agents immediately divided into several groups and began their respective tasks.

She herself also returned to the door of the church, ready to communicate with the White House.

"Ding bell bell" didn't want her to dial, and the phone rang first.

Seeing the caller ID, she hesitated for a moment before answering: "Hello, Daniel, I'm in Kansas right now."

"Today, Sally won the championship at the National Junior Gymnastics Competition in Los Angeles. This is the first time in her life that she has reached the top. I hope you can come and share this glorious moment with her." On the other end of the phone, a soft male voice said.

"Honey, say sorry for me, this is really a big incident, and I'll have to contact the president after you hang up later." Laurie sighed.

The old man over there also sighed and said, "You are already quite old, so what are you struggling with. You know, now is not our time."

"Yes, the night owl and silk soul of the watchman are retired. Now you are the housewife, and I am a government and government employee. It's that simple. Bye, I will prepare a gift for Sally."

"Chief Black, the Crusaders will not allow us to touch the iron lumps on the ground." A capable black female agent in the church shouted.

"Okay, Mr. President, I'll give you a perfect explanation when I'm done."

Hanging up the phone, Laurie walked steadily back to church in her high-heeled boots.

"You dare to blaspheme God, are you not afraid of going to hell after death?" Fernando roared hysterically.

"Bang!" The old silk soul jumped in place, swinging his legs, kicking his legs, and the hard leather toes slammed into the monk's cheek, his teeth splashing with blood.

"British bastards, do you know how much trouble you have caused?" Laurie's old face was a little grim.

"I can't imagine what the world would be like if Martha Kent had an accident.

For ten years, we've been careful to keep his life undisturbed without letting him know that we already knew him.

Just to maintain a controllable stability.

It's better for you, just stab him in the heart, are you worried that he won't fall into blackness? "

The monks were oppressed by her arrogance, and they all looked at each other at a loss.

After a while, a paladin shouted: "The Holy Land Crusaders have diplomatic immunity!"

Laurie waved his hand and said impatiently, "Waller, stop talking nonsense with them, handcuff them all and take them away."

Seeing the agent put iron lumps in the storage box, the paladin began to struggle again, "The holy relic is ours, and no one is allowed to touch it."

"The holy relics of shit, now they are just scrap metal. Pack them up and take them back to the little black house for preservation."

Glastonbury in the south west of England may not be so famous in the world, but if you change it to a name, such as "Avalon", the ideal country far away from the world, or the final resting place of King Arthur, then it is famous and well known. .

Well, the last Utopia is in Glastonbury.

This is the holiest place in British Celtic mythology.

For thousands of years, the Crusaders of the Holy Land have been headquartered here in a secluded castle.

Maria, a girl as delicate and delicate as a flower, sat on a small mound on the edge of the castle, facing the cold winter wind, looking out at the world beyond the barbed wire fence.

Because she is here, this cold and desolate wilderness has a touch of softness and warmth.

She is a saint of the Holy Crusaders. She has received the "Seal of Mary" from heaven since her birth. She is the second Mary and will give birth to the second "Christ" in the future.

For 19 years, she never left the castle.

"What's it like outside?" There was longing and fear on her innocent face.

"Tongue of Fire, who is Tongue of Fire, come out ——————"

An angry roar like a hurricane ripped through the castle furiously.

It's not an illusion, there's really a gust of wind.

The birch forest under the hill fell down in one direction, and Mary felt like a little dragonfly that strayed into a tornado.

"Oops!" She was blown to somersaults on the withered yellow grass.

"Tongue of Fire, come out!"

She opened her small mouth and looked up at the sky in disbelief. It was a young man in a jacket.

He floated above the castle, and with each roar, a circle of white air spread in all directions.

Only the aftermath of the air wave lifted her whole body, this power.
"Is he a god?" Inexplicably, she thought of her own destiny - to combine with a god from heaven to give birth to a new savior.

Thinking of this, when she looked at the youth in the sky again, she blushed a little.

"Dangdang!" She was awakened by the alarm bell.

In the distant castle, the priests and monks shouted "enemy attack" in horror.

"Tongue of Fire, I want a promise to swear not to interfere in my life and my mother's life." The voice of the man in the jacket in the sky was low, but it spread clearly in all directions.

He didn't kill anyone, and Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the monks recited the Bible together, and the sound came like a wave.

As the Saint of the Crusaders of the Holy Land, Mary recited subconsciously and read a sentence, she was surprised.

This is a scripture that asks God to descend.

Is it
The high sky in the west was suddenly ignited by flames and filled with golden light.

Along with the holy sound, the silver boots first appeared in the sight of mortals, followed by the leg armor and skirt armor. He seemed to descend from another dimension and appeared little by little over the castle.

It was an angel holding a flaming sword, and the white wings fluttered gently, bringing a golden glow like a firefly in the sky.

"The angel is down again." Mary covered her mouth, shocked.

It was probably the first time that the man in the jacket saw the Holy Land. He was stunned for a while, before he pulled the back of his head and asked shyly, "Excuse me, are you an angel? I thought heaven was a legend."

"I am the tongue of fire, you are looking for me, I am here." The angel's voice was colder than the ice knife.

"This, I." The jacket man was at a loss. "My Lord Angel, I didn't mean to offend you. The Holy Land Crusaders kidnapped my mother and abused her. My mother is very religious and goes to church every week. I have no ill intentions. I'm here to negotiate."

The angel covered in silver armor is very indifferent, and doesn't care at all about the vague ingratitude and apology of the man in the jacket.

It held high the flaming sword and directly declared: "blasphemy, I sentence you to hell, you and your mother will be surrounded by hellfire and suffer eternal pain."

"Stab—" After speaking, without waiting for the man in the jacket to react, the angel slashed down with a sword, and the sky seemed to be split in half by flames.

"You're going to kill my mother?" The jacket man's voice returned to the rage he had first come.

"Accept God's punishment!" The angel flew towards the man in the jacket and swung the sharp sword in his hand.

"Shuh-" The man in the jacket disappeared from the angel's field of vision.

In the next instant, the man in the jacket appeared above the angel's head and slammed it down with a punch.

"BOOOOOOOOM!"

A white wave of air after a sonic boom appears in the sky.

"Ah!" Mary exclaimed in horror.

Along with the air waves, there are countless pure white feathers.
The angel was like a nail, pulling out a thin, howling line, and mercilessly inserted it into the square in front of the castle.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the ground shook gently.

"No one can hurt my mother!" The jacket man fell to the ground almost at the same time as the angel.

He landed in the pothole made by the angel and rode on the angel's chest, punching punch after punch.
"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"

The earth seemed to come to life, trembling with fear.

Mary saw blood flowers and feathers flying out of the pit, as if someone were killing chickens in the pit.
She was shocked by everything before, and her three views were all broken.

"No, God bless." She was weak and could only groan and groan softly.

I don't know how long it took—she felt that it was a long time ago, and the man in the jacket flew into the air while pinching the angel's neck, "I don't want to provoke you, and you have to swear that you will never interfere in my life."

The angel struggled, struggling, and spit out two bloody words, "blasphemous~~blasphemous~~~"

As a result, the man in the jacket exerted his force consistently, and the earth vibrated violently again.

"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"

He started again, punch after punch.

"No, it shouldn't be like this." Mary burst into tears, shook her head again and again, then turned around and ran out of the castle like crazy.

She doesn't know where to go, but she wants to get out of here.

　(ps: Regarding Superman's combat power, can he beat Angel.

　　There is absolutely no doubt about this.

　　As long as it is not a special rule-based magic, physical combat, energy attack, in the entire heaven, no one except God is a great opponent (Ghost and Michael are special cases, they have mastered part of God's power, more like God's projection) .

　　In fact, Dachao is not afraid of magic, but his magic resistance is a bit weak compared to his own physical resistance. Compared with ordinary people, even superheroes, his magic resistance is also very high.

　　In fact, he's so fast that magic can't hit him, but his fighting style is too merciful.

　　This is reflected most vividly in "Crime Syndicate".

　　The Crime Syndicate is the all-black Justice League.

　　Well, Super, Wonder Woman, Batman, Flash, Aquaman are all bullies among bullies.

　　They lost the "don't kill" concept of the Justice League, and they shot without any scruples, and just one person could destroy a normal superhero team-tested in actual combat.

　　Only a mere over one person can subdue the top magician in the entire earth.

　　Even some of the hell demons surrendered and became the servants of the Syndicate. )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)