Superman's Journey

Chapter 69 You can also call me a native of the motherland, or an ancestor
Fury fell into silence, and Lincoln didn't urge him. He just sat on a chair with his arms around his chest and looked at Fury playfully.

It is to 'save' a group of people who are destined to die, and pay an extra large sum of money and inestimable collection-level items for this, or ignore the life and death of these people and let Lincoln do his best.

At this point the pressure has completely come to Millikin's side.

The people in the headquarters were caught in a difficult decision, but it wasn't actually very difficult. After a little calculation of the compensation required to pay the hostages controlled by the big boss, they made a decisive choice.

"Items equivalent to the value of four collections, we will send someone to hand over to you later, now, let's get rid of him."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Lincoln's mouth, and he turned and walked out: "I suggest you cut off the monitoring, of course, this is just a suggestion."

At the beginning, they were still a little confused, until they remembered Lincoln's previous brilliant achievements, they were shocked, and hurried back to cut off the network communication of the entire Manhattan area.

"Look at you! How pitiful! Like a tiny bug!"

The big boss laughed wildly in the air, and he unscrupulously exerted his terrifying spiritual power to suppress everyone behind the bunker.

The vast number of hostages controlled by him wandered around like puppets, covering their sight while looking for more survivors.

The combination of Heart Grass and Super Soldier Serum has greatly affected the nature of the boss, continuously amplifying the Hulk's tyrannical factor that could have been suppressed by reason.

Use wits to deal with enemies?

no no no!He now possesses the strength enough to bend steel, and wisdom has been forgotten by the big boss to nowhere.

Telepathy allowed the boss to obtain countless memories from the minds of many hostages, but he himself was also suffering the consequences of accepting thousands of memories at one time.

Blood and corpses were reflected in his pupils, constantly stimulating his spirit to become more excited, the divine light flickered in the yellow-green pupils, and the powerful spiritual power almost rippled around him like real ripples.

Unrivaled pleasure was eroding his mind, killing and controlling made him even more tyrannical, manipulating everything he could see into painful shells and whizzing away, gamma rays crazily emitted from his palm.

The eyes of the big boss are full of wanton joy: "I am invincible! I am invincible"

boom!
Before the big boss finished speaking, the roar of the boulder shattering made him stop abruptly.

The broken stones scattered in all directions like bullets, the dust and mist dispersed, and Lincoln's figure appeared in front of the big boss.

He walked slowly towards the big boss, a layer of outlines was outlined on his body surface by golden threads, the matte black spread between the golden outlines, and finally turned into a black battle suit bordered by gold threads.

Lincoln's feet lightly tapped, as if breaking free from the comfort of gravity, his body rose out of thin air, and finally hung in front of the big boss: "Don't you remember me, Dr. Samuel?"

"Samuel? No! I'm not! I'm not!" Referring to the personality that should have been erased at the beginning of the transformation, the big boss roared crazily.

The anger of being poked at the pain point and the fear he once had of Lincoln were constantly intertwined in his heart, and finally made his thinking completely distorted and perverted.

From extreme movement to extreme silence, the clown-like boss who was originally crazy suddenly calmed down. The memories in the minds of the many hostages gathered at this moment, and he finally thought of the description of Lincoln from the outside world: "You are, Superman!"

Lincoln smiled softly: "Superman, you can call me that, but I."

"Superman! Superman! Hahahaha! Superman!" The boss's maniacal laughter interrupted Lincoln. He slammed one hand on the armrest of the throne, and the terrifying mental ripples whizzed down, completely enveloping the hostage he was sitting on.

"See it Superman, see it! Get on your knees if you don't want them to die! Get on your knees, Superman!"

"Threatening me with a hostage?"

Hearing the big boss' threat, Lincoln's eyes couldn't help but widen. The smile on his face gradually became presumptuous, and he even looked back at the temporary headquarters in the distance: "Did you hear that? He actually threatened with hostages!"

"This is the first time, I didn't expect that someone was really stupid enough to threaten me with a hostage, hahahaha!"

Seeing Lincoln, who was smiling more like a villain than himself, the big boss turned into anger. With a slight movement of his five fingers, the head of a hostage controlled by mental power exploded like a bomb with a bang.

A flower of blood bloomed under his feet, and the big boss sneered: "Did you see Superman, if you don't kneel down, I will kill them all! Kill them all!"

"No need, it's too troublesome." Lincoln glanced at the group of people who were doomed to be hopeless below, his face turned cold, and a red beam of light burst out of his pupils instantly.

Like a scalpel, the high-temperature laser swept across the crowd in an instant, and Lincoln cut off the neck of the zombie-like crowd in just a short breath.

The sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another. Fury and others who were watching from a distance were stunned as they watched the heads rolling on the ground.

"How is it possible that you are not Superman? Why."

"Superman?" The redness in Lincoln's eyes dissipated, and he tilted his head and moved his cervical spine: "Compared to the nickname Superman, people from the motherland or ancestors are very suitable for me, understand?"

"The people of the motherland and the ancestors." The big boss lowered his head and muttered to himself as if he was autistic.

But suddenly, he poked his head up again, and the ripples of mental power that had gradually dissipated instantly condensed in the air, rolling towards Lincoln like an iron wall: "I don't care who you are! Die to me!" ! Fuck me!"

The terrifying mental power swept past like a chariot, until the glass curtain walls on both sides shattered where it passed, and the swept air waves even lifted nearby bricks and stones.

Like an unstoppable torrent, the attack that condensed all the power of the big boss hit Lincoln firmly.

Rumble!
There was a roaring explosion, and the howling shock wave swept tens of meters away in an instant, and the dust was forcibly suppressed by the terrifying impact.

The sky was clear, and against the blue background, Lincoln looked calm as if the attack just now was just a gust of wind.

The cloak fluttered behind him, and Lincoln's figure leaped across the space in an instant, his five fingers clenched into fists and struck out like black lightning!
boom!
The air wave roared, and the mental power barrier condensed in front of the big boss was shattered and torn in an instant, and the terrifying power was transmitted to the limbs and bones in an instant.

Muscles were crushed, bones were compressed, and apart from that huge head, even the rest of his Iron Throne was torn apart.

The sharp pain was clear, and he fell from the air after losing control of his mental power. Yellow-green blood continued to overflow from his mouth and nose. He raised his head with difficulty, and saw Lincoln falling in front of him from mid-air: "Let me go!" ,Let me go"

(End of this chapter)