American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 405: Black Death Emperor, Black Lantern Corps
John walked out of the Continental Hotel weakly, looking at the scene full of corpses with a look of confusion on his face.

I was just bandaging the wound, and when I came out, the killer and the hotel staff were almost dead.

Feeling that it was not advisable to stay here for long, he quickly fled into the darkness.

Allen, who witnessed everything on the rooftop, couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Uncle Fa, why did you let the golden killer go? You should treat everyone equally."

"With him alive, I can save myself a lot of trouble."

Frank has everything under control.

In his eyes, John was certainly not a good person and was also listed as a target worthy of death.

However, he had studied the other party's information in detail and had already come up with a complete plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

This time, Frank took decisive action because he estimated that John might die in the Continental Hotel, so he created chaos to help him escape smoothly.

Moreover, John's abilities are undoubtedly top-notch in every aspect.

In a head-on confrontation, he might not be able to gain much advantage.

"What a dirty tactic." Allen said with disdain.

If Alan hadn't watched John Wick: Chapter 6, he wouldn't have been able to see through Frank's plan.

Put away the sniper rifle and retreat home.

Get on a classic Dodge car, drive out of the city at night, and head straight to the cemetery in the suburbs.

In America the rich are buried.

After all, poor people can't even afford to rent a house, so how can they have extra money to buy a cemetery?

If you can't even afford to live yourself, who cares whether the dead live comfortably or not?

"Uncle Fa, you know how to create an atmosphere by coming to the cemetery in the middle of the night to mourn your family."

Alan looked around and asked, "Is the gravekeeper an old man on a horse?"

The old man on horseback is naturally the Ghost Rider of the older generation.

Just curious, is there a corresponding character in that world?

“I am the gravekeeper.”

Walking to the mausoleum that looked like a miniature western-style building, Frank casually opened the iron fence.

There is an angel statue in the middle, and a metal plate below it is engraved with the information of the tomb owner.

While Alan was confused, Frank twisted the torch on the wall.

clack clack...

The next second, the angel statue shifted, revealing a passage entrance at the bottom.

“Isn’t this a little unkind?”

Alan said awkwardly: "You even want to rob the dead's house."

Who could have imagined that the anti-hero Punisher would make his home in a cemetery?

"It's just a fake tomb."

Frank has countless enemies outside and he doesn't want to bring danger to others.

Sometimes you may encounter a killer when staying in a hotel. You may not die, but there is no guarantee for ordinary innocent people.

Therefore, to be cautious, we arranged many strongholds to facilitate repairs and deployment again.

Walk forward about ten meters along the passage.

Turn on the light switch.

Suddenly, a spacious stronghold appeared.

The underground shelter in the positive direction is separated by metal plates on all four sides, with numerous weapons lined up and a shelf of canned food with a long shelf life.

"Great! I can experience the peace of being buried in peace in advance."

Alan acted very familiar and jumped onto the sofa and lay down.

Frank patiently disassembled the sniper rifle and marked a cross on a clue board.

It was clearly marked as Continental Hotel.

Obviously, his current target is the High Table.

"Uncle Fa, what happened in your world?"

Alan asked boredly, "When I first came here, I heard a lot of people mention the fall of superheroes."

Hearing this, Frank stopped what he was doing and looked at Allen with a strange expression.

He was wondering if the other party was pretending to be ignorant and asking insincerely. This matter was not news anywhere in the world.

……

In the vast universe.

A man who looks exactly like Superman and is wearing a similar uniform is looking towards the human world.

"you failed."

A cold and ruthless voice echoed in the vacuum environment.

Out of nowhere, a man sitting in a dark chair appeared.

"It's not very normal." Clark looked calm, as if he was narrating a trivial matter.

Clark Kent, but he is not the God of Man, but the Supreme Superman from the Origin Universe.

From a hero who firmly believed in justice, he gradually degenerated into a villain.

He is one of the main culprits responsible for the deaths of many heroes in this universe.

The name of the visitor is even more terrifying, he is the creator god of the sixth dimension, the anti-monitor Mobius.

Under his butt is the famous Mobius chair, which is said to give one omniscience when sitting on it.

Clark said confidently: "I have more than one plan."

"Tell me about it." Mobius asked with interest.

"You are not an omniscient being. Do you need me to tell you?"

"..."

Faced with Superboy-Prime's teasing, Mobius felt angry and provocative.

Relying on the Möbius chair, he can only know what has happened, but cannot predict what will happen in the future.

Otherwise, how could the invasion of the human world fail?

puff…

Suddenly, a sickle attacked silently, and the sharp blade pierced through Mobius' chest.

He turned his head in horror and suddenly saw the skinny Black Death Emperor looking at him with a cruel smile on his face.

Before Mobius could activate the time-space teleportation, the chair had been pulled down and lifted high.

"Sorry, I need you to make a sacrifice." Superboy-Prime said with a smirk.

The Black Death Emperor echoed, "I can't find a suitable energy source for the black light, so I can only focus on myself."

"I will not die. I will definitely take revenge on you."

Although he cannot escape the control of the Dark Emperor, Mobius remains unafraid. He can be resurrected in the sixth dimension without limits.

As long as he can return to the sixth dimension, he will bring endless anger and vent it on all the betrayers.

However, the reality was not as he imagined.

The Black Death Emperor drew a finger in the air, opening a temporary space channel, and then descended into Sector 666 holding the Anti-Monitor high in the air.

This is a dead planet.

In the center stood a huge black lamp stove.

"Black light!"

The moment he saw the black lantern furnace, Mobius understood instantly, and asked with a trembling voice: "Do you think I'm a lantern beast?"

"Yes."

The Black Death Emperor said bluntly: "There is only one high-dimensional life that can drive the Black Lantern Furnace to continuously produce Black Lantern Rings."

"Do you think you can take over the world with just a bunch of artillery fire?"

Superboy-Prime said disdainfully: "It's just that some heroes sacrifice themselves and become members of the Black Lantern Corps."

"Stop, my two brothers will not let you go." Mobius roared anxiously.

Being imprisoned in a dark furnace and having one's strength drained endlessly is simply a life worse than death. One is even in a state of weakness all the time, with no possibility of escape at all.

Amid Mobius's unwilling roar, the Dark Emperor threw him into the Black Lantern Furnace like garbage.

The dark stove, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to start working again.

After a moment, a black light ring spewed out.

(End of this chapter)