Superman of the American Comics

The feeling of flying is not wonderful.

There is no free and comfortable experience.

On the contrary, as the speed gets faster and faster, the air is squeezed into a dense and extremely high "essence", like viscous glue, which makes people unable to use their hands and feet.

"It seems that we have to get used to it slowly in the future."

Luke felt the surging air outside and thought silently.

In the state of high-speed flight, if he had not opened the biological force field, he would probably emit fire all over, like a meteorite falling into the atmosphere.

"Faster!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a continuous explosion in the clouds.

If Luke is compared to a fighter, he is probably in the full sprint stage of Mach 1.2.

The biological force field can isolate the high-temperature friction of the outside world, but it can not prevent the surging air flow from tightly wrapping the whole body.

Every time you accelerate, the resistance is like an iron wall in front of you.

The seemingly weightless gas becomes particularly strong when it is continuously compressed.

"If only there were speed power."

Luxvi, who remembers Superman running against flash.

Considering the unscientific and wonderful existence of divine speed force, it is a powerful plug-in that can rub the physical rules on the ground repeatedly. Superman has a high probability that he can't run flash.

There have been several such competitions in the cartoon. Except for two draws, the lightning man basically won.

Unfortunately, God's speed force is only useful to flash, such as being sacrificed to heaven, restarting the universe, pushing people and saving people. It rarely plays a role in frontal combat.

So often ridiculed by people, flash's fighting method is to go crazy in circles, halo the enemy, and then push him down.

"I wonder if the conscience of the Justice League will climb over the wall and string doors?"

Luke smiled and had to admit that the existence of Barry Allen, the flash, diluted the dark painting style of the next set.

Together with Gotham, Midtown is like a city of two worlds.

"Berlin, I'm coming."

To end the nonsense, Luke broke through the sound barrier like a humanoid supersonic aircraft.

Above the clouds, cone-shaped clouds flashed continuously.

It's about 800 kilometers from Paris to Berlin.

It takes twelve days to walk.

It takes a day and a half by car.

The train is six hours.

And Luke, it only takes a moment to get there.

Dong!

A loud noise.

Like a bomber dropping a shell.

The underground Institute in Berlin shook suddenly.

A tall figure passed through the thick concrete floor and smashed in heavily.

The steel armor like battle clothes, the fluttering dark red cloak, and the way of coming down from the sky are shocking.

"You are..."

"Allied Superman!"

"My God!"

“……”

Luke's photos have been published in national newspapers, and his appearance has long been known to all.

However, this is the first time to officially appear in the image of Superman.

"The third empire is over! Either leave or resist. You are free to choose."

Luke scanned with his super vision, and the structural layout of the underground research institute was recorded in his mind.

The concrete brick wall could not block Superman's eyes, and the position of the saint general was determined in less than a few seconds.

Suddenly hearing the news of the death of the third empire, the researchers in white coats were at a loss. They didn't know whether to believe it or remain skeptical.

However, they all made a way out of the way. No matter whether the news was true or false, no one in the audience could stop Luke.

Rather than being killed by the Allied Superman, it's better to keep a useful body and strive to continue to be loyal to the third empire.

This is definitely not cowardly behavior, but obedience to the will of the heart.

The researchers looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding.

"Allied miscellaneous..."

During this period, a fanatic stood up and bravely stood in front of Luke.

Before he finished his words of reprimand, he was vaporized by the hot sight and turned into a charred skeleton.

"Courage is commendable. Who else?"

Luke looked around in a gentle tone, completely devoid of ferocity.

But just now, everyone saw him take the life of a compatriot.

A moment later, there was silence and no answer.

Luke walked forward without expression. He had no "no killing principle" and would not have compassion for the enemy.

Uncle Frank has said countless times in the years when he painted his house in Brooklyn what the consequences of maintaining ridiculous compassion on the battlefield would be.

So even if zieglind was a woman, Luke didn't keep his hand.

She is not an innocent person without blood on her hands. There is no need to waste too much emotion.

Boom!

Luke kicked open the door of the war room.

The saint general, who had been the new leader of the third empire for less than a month, sat in his chair.

In front of him were many war area maps, and many places were marked with red pens.

It can be seen that the general is bent on saving the decline of the Empire.

Unfortunately, it failed after all.

"I thought the Empire could last a little longer, at least until the next batch of Aryan Superman were made."

The saint general looked calm and was not surprised by Luke's sudden visit.

"Baron Strack assured me that they would take me away if I wanted to join the Hydra - but you came too soon, brigadier general."

Luke smiled and asked, "will you really run away, Saint general? Leave the third empire and hide where no one can find you, waiting for the day of your comeback."

When he entered the door, he had already scanned the war room with super vision to make sure there was no problem.

After all, in so many film and television works, desperate villains will always make some crazy moves in the end.

"In the second drawer on your right, there is a Luger P08 pistol and four bullets."

Luke said calmly.

"Saint general, it seems that you are going to bury the dead third empire?"

The new leader who forcibly renewed Berlin's life nodded and said seriously, "how can a qualified captain abandon his ship, even if it is going to sink."

"I respect your enthusiasm for the country, but you should also know that the allies want to put you on trial in a military court. It's best to be executed in public in front of the world - as a butcher, executioner and conspirator."

Luke said faintly.

Who told the head of state to go early, leaving only the holy general as an object for the masses to vent their anger and hatred.

"I can give you the transformation plan of the Bruder Zerg, the original document that has not been completely decoded."

The saint general's interest was waning. After learning from Baron Strack that the "warship class" was probably not Luke's opponent, he lost interest in the "perfect Aryan".

Aryan Superman, who can't even be defeated by super soldiers, can't be called "perfect"!

"Let me end my life with dignity, brigadier general."

Luke thought for a moment and gladly accepted the deal.

Anyway, there is no point in catching the saint general and handing him over to the allies.

The military court trial is just a process.

The Allied leaders are more looking forward to sharing the cake and distributing benefits.

As for the post-war liquidation, it was just a dessert to show the winner's posture.

In the original historical timeline, after committing suicide, the head of state asked his men to burn his body into a mass of coke.

Many people once doubted whether this was a trick to escape by pretending to die, but they didn't see anyone wantonly tracking down and looking for their whereabouts.

A few minutes later, there was a gunshot in the combat room.

Then Luke came out, broke the roof without saying a word and rushed into the air.

He looked down at the devastated Berlin, as if he had seen the collapse of an empire, the end of a war and the end of an era.

"Then who will be the master of the new era?"

Luke's mouth rose and stood quietly above the clouds.