Superman's Journey

Chapter 215 Black Superman

After a long silence, someone finally spoke: "I remember, there should be a fast missile with a hundred-ton (equivalent) miniature nuclear warhead over there."

"Are you crazy?" Hearing this suggestion, someone immediately took over: "That's a metropolis! One of the most prosperous cities in the country! Using nuclear bombs there, crazy?!"

"It's just a [-]-ton satellite nuclear warhead. The impact range of the explosion will be controlled to a very small range, and it will not have any impact on the metropolis."

The effective killing radius of a hundred-ton miniature nuclear bomb is about 300 meters. The temperature and shock waves in the core area can destroy any material in this world to nothing.

They no longer have more powerful weapons, and using miniature nuclear warheads to wipe out Lincoln is the only way they can think of now.

From the standpoint and perspective of human beings, they don't think that there is any substance or creature in this world that can withstand the power of nuclear bombs, but the opposition insists on rejecting it.

"Have you thought about what would happen if this missile was hijacked by the target and dropped into Metropolis?"

"Nuclear weapons are the strongest power we have at our disposal today. They must not be used lightly. Once they fail, it means that we will lose all means of defense. This result is more serious than losing this war! "

In the Hexagon Building, arguing over whether to use nuclear bombs on the outskirts of the metropolis has already begun, and the massacre on Lincoln's side is also continuing.

In order to fully demonstrate the powerful firepower they have, Haggs brought a large number of steel creations and soldiers, but now, they are all gone.

Burning steel wreckage was scattered on the lawn, like weeping tombstones, and the blades of the helicopter were inserted obliquely into the soft soil, like crooked crosses.

In this hell of blood, steel, black soil, and flames, Lincoln in a black cloak perfectly fits the soldiers' perception of the Demon God.

Looking at Lincoln walking step by step, all their beliefs and wills have been defeated.

Suddenly, someone remembered Lincoln's words at the beginning. He fell to his knees and looked at Lincoln with pleading and fear in his eyes: "Please, don't kill me. I want to live, so don't kill me!"

Lincoln's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked at him with sarcasm and playfulness in his eyes: "Kneeling? It seems that your bones are not very hard."

For Lincoln's humiliation, the soldier didn't show the slightest anger on his face, but kept begging: "I still have family, I still have children, please, let me go!"

"Family? Children?" Lincoln's eyes narrowed slightly: "Since you want to live so much, why didn't you kneel down at the beginning? Instead, wait until now?"

Lincoln's words made the soldier's voice freeze, and the next moment, a red hot gaze pierced his head.

The charred corpse fell to the ground with a plop, and Lincoln turned to look at the remaining soldiers who were frightened: "You guys have three seconds to escape. Now, start the timer, 3"

The countdown in Lincoln's mouth was as cold as the sickle of death about to fall. All the soldiers were full of despair, but their desire for life still made them run crazily.

The metropolis, the dense forest in the distance, and even behind a certain bunker, all seemingly safe corners have become their targets.

But as the urging characters fell one after another, Lincoln in a black uniform slowly rose to the sky, and then in those pairs of terrified and desperate eyes, he burst out with a hot gaze that could melt steel.

After just a few seconds, the whole world was quiet.

Across the wreckage that was still burning with flames, Lincoln returned to his villa with a relaxed expression, and sat in front of Fiora and the others again: "Some annoying guys just came, now, there should be nothing that will affect you in a short time. It's our time."

Lincoln saves Fiora and the others.

Fiora, who had already completed the initial exposure to sunlight, penetrated the reinforced concrete structure of the villa, and clearly saw the mess outside, as well as Lincoln's merciless massacre and toy.

At this moment, she strengthened her impression and judgment of Lincoln even more—the guy in front of her was a Kryptonian with an extremely bad personality and extremely cruel methods.

She even wondered if there was a new profession called Executioner specially created for brutal killings on Krypton.

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine that there would be such a cruel Kryptonian like Lincoln.

Fiora didn't speak, but Lincoln spoke: "You guys, do you want to die?"

Looking at Lincoln with a smile on his face, Fiora knew that as long as she could say a word, what awaited her next moment might be the fate of being headshot by the hot gaze: "I don't want to."

"That's good." Lincoln nodded, and continued: "Be my subordinate, be loyal to me, and you will live."

"Dreaming!" Fiora didn't speak, another Kryptonian beside her spoke up: "Even if I die, I will never betray General Zod!"

"I know, I know." Lincoln nodded kindly: "It's just death, of course it's not worth your betrayal, but I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

While speaking, Lincoln walked up to the Kryptonian soldier: "Maybe you don't know that under the sun, your body is enhanced in all directions."

"Not only physical defense, but also internal organ strength, resilience, vitality, etc. This means that I can put a lot of my doubts about Kryptonians on you."

"The time between us is very long!"

While speaking, Lincoln dragged the Kryptonian soldier away. At the end of the day, he looked back at Fiora: "You are lucky, but you have enough time before he dies."

"Choose to surrender to me, or wait for your General Zod to save you, or, also become my experimental material."

After speaking, without giving her a chance to reply, Lincoln slammed the door behind him.

He had been interested in the existence of Kryptonians a long time ago, but he had never been able to experiment on himself. Now, an extremely pure Kryptonian just happened to come, and his chance came.

Hexagonal building.

In the end, these people did not use nuclear warheads on Lincoln, but watched him return to the villa after slaughtering the Iron Legion at the scene.

After a long silence, someone said, "We should give him a code name. It's like Clark Kent's Superman code name."

"Evil Superman? Unjust Superman? Or Dark Superman?"

(End of this chapter)