Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 631 Passing by Dachao in confusion

The smugglers did not know that they had been targeted. They were still busy carrying the smuggled goods. However, they did not know that death had quietly arrived.

Luther moved, his movements as swift and graceful as a cheetah. He walked through the dark corridors, avoiding surveillance cameras one after another, and quietly approached the smugglers.

Every step he took seemed to be precisely calculated, without any hesitation or hesitation.

Finally, he came to the smugglers. His appearance was like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, leaving everyone stunned.

They tried to resist, but Luther was faster than them. He easily snatched the gun from his hand and smashed a smuggler's body with one punch.

The flesh and blood body seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of Luther. He seems to be a god of death from hell, harvesting these sinful lives.

The smugglers fled in terror, but Luther did not let them go.

He hovered in the sky like a falcon, looking for his next target. Every shot he made was precise and deadly, making everyone feel despair and fear.

When the last smuggler fell, Luther stopped.

He stood there, looking down at the corpses and messy goods on the ground. There was no mercy or sympathy in his eyes, only disgust and hatred for sin.

Clark looked at the Terminator's devastating carnage in disbelief.

He felt as if he was not seeing a superhero, but the God of Death, the Slayer.

Clark witnessed the entire process from a tall building.

He saw the Terminator rushing into the enemy group like a tiger descending a mountain, and his figure looked extremely tall in the light. He withstood the enemy's firearms and bullets and walked towards the opponent's leader step by step.

Those bullets hit him as if they had hit an iron wall, unable to cause any harm to him at all.

When the Terminator got in front of the boss, he punched out hard.

That punch seemed to contain the power of cannonballs and explosives, directly blowing the leader's body apart.

Blood and minced meat were splashed everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The Terminator's power has exceeded the limits of human beings. His body seems to be made of steel and concrete, making it indestructible.

His eyes were full of mixed emotions.

He looked at the Terminator, filled with doubts and uneasiness.

This was completely different from the scene he had imagined. He originally thought he would see a heroic battle and a messenger of justice, but the reality gave him a heavy blow.

"Who?"

At this moment, Luther looked up at Clark. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate all hypocrisy and lies. Clark's heart tightened, he knew he had been discovered. He was a little panicked and didn't know if he should get closer, but the next moment, he saw Luther rushing towards him.

Luther was very fast, and his figure quickly enlarged in Clark's sight. Clark could clearly see the determination and coldness on Luther's face, as if nothing could stop him.

Clark's heartbeat quickened, and he felt an unprecedented pressure.

The speed was very fast. It only took one second to cover 100 meters, but in Clark's eyes it was still very slow. He could clearly capture the opponent's figure. In almost a few breaths, Luther had already appeared in front of Clark.

"Terminator..."

Clark looked closely at this tall, strong man who was dressed in jet black tights and had the circuit pattern of a dark gold circuit board.

Luther was still a little surprised who it was, but when he saw Clark, Luther was even more surprised.

Dachao?

Why did Da Chao appear in Gotham City?
Luther immediately saw through Clark's inner thoughts and knew that he wanted to come to Gotham City to find him.

He was attracted to himself.

It turns out that this is the Superman who is in a period of confusion, traveling around the world, and even going to the polar regions to work in oil extraction. Luther didn't expect that he could distort the plot to this extent.

Isn't he just having a great time in Gotham City? Why did Superman come?
"who are you?"

Luther pretends not to know Clark.

Clark Kent stood opposite him, wearing ordinary casual clothes, but his deep eyes revealed a light that transcended ordinary people. He tried to stay calm, but his heart was filled with tension and anticipation.

He raised his head, met Luther's gaze, and said, "My name is Clark Kent, and I am a traveler."

He wanted to ask Luther if he was one of his own kind, that is, an alien, but he felt that such a statement would be too rude and unlikely.

"What are you doing here?"

Luther continued to ask.

Clark paused, and then said: "I...I was attracted."

"Attracted?"

Luther frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Clark took a deep breath and said, "I don't know how to explain it, but your power... I think you are special, so I want to come and see it."

There was a hint of uncertainty and confusion in his words.

"Are you...like me?"

Clark asked suddenly, a hint of tremor and anticipation in his voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you're a tourist, welcome to Gotham, but don't leave out too late."

Luther said calmly.

There was a hint of warning in his words, as if telling Clark that this place was not as safe as he thought.

Clark couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing Luther's words.

He continued with some reluctance: "I, I have the same power as you."

There was a hint of eagerness and desire in his words, as if he wanted to prove his identity.

As he spoke, Clark broke off the iron railing next to him. The steel in his hands was no different than a soft one wrapped around his fingers. It was like mud for him to play with, making a creepy metal friction sound.

"Stop!"

Luther felt stung.

Clark seemed to realize his gaffe. He quickly put away his strength and looked at Luther with some embarrassment.

"Sorry, I...I just wanted to prove it to you."

He whispered, a hint of apology and uneasiness in his voice.

Luther was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't know who you are or your purpose. But if you really have power, then you should learn how to control it instead of showing it at will."

"It's my natural talent."

Clark paused, and then continued: "You know, I have always felt that I am a monster because I have this power. I dare not tell others, and I dare not show it easily. But now, I meet you, I Finally no longer alone.”

(End of this chapter)