Marvel’s Superman

Boom!

Clark smashed through the roof and was nearly smashed under the floor.

At a critical juncture, he gritted his teeth and supported the falling jeep with both hands.

At the same time, the biological force field is opened to get rid of the involvement of the earth.

Reluctantly maintaining a floating posture, he carried the depressed car.

Below are Clark's adoptive parents, and Jonathan hides under the sofa, guarding a terrified Martha.

The broken beams, the broken ceiling, and the fragments of the exploding light bulbs poured down, instantly drowning the two figures.

"Dad, Mom, are you all right?"

Clark stabilized his body, thrust his shoulders hard, and threw the jeep out.

Boom!

Another muffled sound.

The heavy body was left alone in the yard, and it had become a pile of scrap metal.

"Cough cough...it's okay."

Adoptive father Jonathan pressed on his wife to ensure Martha's safety.

The debris was blocked by him, and a large piece of blood appeared on his back.

Clark's eyes turned red when he saw this, and a burst of anger came out spontaneously.

Like an angry bull, he went into a frenzy.

Without further ado, smashed the door.

boom!

Atmospheric explosion.

Krypton's female commander blinked, only to see the other party pounce on her.

She seemed a little careless and didn't dodge away.

The whole person was hugged by Clark, his body lost control and fell backwards.

Like unloaded bullets, they pulled out blurry afterimages and disappeared.

The two figures rushed into the cornfields of the Kent farm, the air swirling and the wind howling, tearing a clear "passage".

Along the way, anything that stood in their way was turned into dust.

"How dare you hurt my family!"

Clark, who fell into extreme anger, mercilessly waved his fist and smashed the Kryptonian female commander under him.

In the past, his attitude towards women was changed.

Certainly polite and gentlemanly.

Everyone knows that Superman is the good guy in the Justice League who never gets angry or angry.

For foes like Lex Luthor, principled and humanitarian.

Seeing that the adoptive parents almost died, the boundless anger filled Clark's chest, making him completely forget about those rules.

In his short and young seventeen years of life, Superman has never been afraid of losing anything.

But just now, he discovered that he might not be able to protect his family, and he was more likely to put his parents in danger.

Frightened, angry, irritable...

These negative emotions that should not have appeared in Clark, spewed out in an instant.

Boom! Boom! thump—

Punch after punch!

The Kryptonian female commander's breathing apparatus burst out with a series of sparks and became extremely damaged.

Her neck was strangled by Clark, and it was hard to resist for a while.

At this time, the female commander has not forgotten to say harsh words——

"You want to protect them? Kal-El, if you don't want to hand over the Birth Code and go against the will of General Zod, we will definitely let those two humans die in front of you, and you will hear their wails... "

Hearing such a threat, the anger in Clark's eyes was even greater, and he almost burned the opponent to ashes.

As we all know, never hurt two women in the DC world.

One is Lois Lane.

The second is Martha Kent.

The former is okay, it will only attract her superman boyfriend, and at most she will be put in prison.

The latter is even worse, because there is a possibility of a mixed doubles of Superman + Batman.

"I will stop you, I will stop you!"

Clark, who was flying at high speed, was blown away by the airflow.

He grabbed the Krypton female commander tightly and left Kansas in just a few dozen seconds.

The two rolled over and rushed into a gas station.

Violent explosions, fiery flames, powerful shock waves - knocked them to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Clark struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the Kryptonian female commander who was in a sea of ​​flames.

The latter didn't seem to be feeling well. After the helmet-like breathing apparatus was broken, her senses were in a terrible torture.

All kinds of noises, as if amplified countless times, squeezed into his mind.

Hearing, vision, breathing... all have undergone tremendous changes.

"what did you do to me?"

On the heroic face of the Krypton female commander, there was confusion and panic.

"It took me a long time to learn how to control my senses! Focus, only see what you want to see, only hear what you want to hear... You're in pain right now, right? It's like a message from the world All squeezed into the brain!"

Clark tore off his tattered plaid shirt and T-shirt, revealing his extremely strong upper body.

Before he could change into the Superman uniform, he was approached by the Kryptonians.

A series of battles almost made Superman into a streaking state.

Fortunately, the pants on the lower body are still tenacious enough.

"I, I'm getting weak..."

Krypton's female commander fell to her knees, completely incapacitated.

It took her a while to get used to the Earth's atmosphere, the composition of the air, and how to control her senses.

But Clark obviously won't give each other this chance. He learned a lot from his big cousin.

One of them is not to show mercy to the enemy.

"I will hand you over to the military for detention. Of course, I will not let your accomplices go."

Clark walked slowly to the front of the female commander, and before he started, he was bombarded by a laser cannon from the Kryptonian aircraft that arrived in time, and fell onto a car.

Two Kryptonian warriors stepped into the battlefield, billowing smoke obscuring half the sky, making the atmosphere instantly chill.

Pedestrians on the street ran screaming, only Clark stood there, confronting him.

"Come in, it's not safe outside!"

While evacuating the crowd, he walked towards each other.

"Kal-El, there will be no more safe places on this planet."

A dull voice sounded.

From one of the Kryptonian warriors as tall as a Titan.

The man was nearly three meters tall, his muscles bulging, like a hill and rock.

"Yes, we will kill everyone you want to protect."

Another Kryptonian warrior echoed Dao.

Clark was silent.

He gradually calmed the anger in his heart and clenched his fists hard.

Just as Superman was about to make his move, four fighter jets roared in a herringbone pattern.

The driver pushed the joystick while aiming the cannon at the three figures on the ground.

"The 'Vulture' is in position, has found the target, and is ready to shoot."

On the communication channel, the driver's voice sounded.

"One of them is Superman? Are you sure you want to make an indiscriminate attack?"

someone asked.

"General Swanwick's order is this."

The leading driver shrugged helplessly.

"Well then, hopefully people won't accuse us of trying to murder a superhero."

The man continued.

"Superheroes? Come on, Superman is no different from the other two targets, they're both aliens, and they don't have any good intentions."

The lead driver pouted.

The fighter quickly approached the target and took aim.

Da da! Da da da--

Thirty millimeters of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds poured out like raindrops.

The scorching breath like a giant dragon's breath, with astonishing lethality.

Clark reacted quickly, dodging the attack for the first time.

But the two Kryptonians didn't have such good luck, and the powerful armor-piercing bullets shot all the way, hitting the dark armor.

Although it does not directly smash it, causing damage.

But the strong kinetic energy still blasted them out and smashed into a shop behind them.

"Nice job! Ready to attack again!"

Next to the driver, the American soldier who controls the weapon said excitedly.

"Direction 212 degrees, the second strafing begins!"

The 30mm depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile hit the body with great force, and the two kryptonite warriors were a little dizzy as if they had taken medicine.

They looked at the fighter jet that flew in again, and their eyes were full of murderous light.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two of them stepped forward in unison, jumped, and crossed the distance of a street in an instant.

With this inhuman run-up, the Kryptonian warrior jumped into the air and rushed towards the soaring fighter jet.

The Kryptonian warrior grinned cruelly.

Then he dismantled the cockpit with his bare hands, crushing the heads of the two humans in the cockpit.

The turbid liquid mixed with red and white spilled into the sky, and the falling fighter jet took the headless corpse and turned into coke together.

Boom!

The continuous explosion sounded again!

After this round of counterattacks by the Kryptonian warriors, an A10 attack aircraft formation immediately lost two fighter jets and four pilots.

One of the guys tried to do it again, but was knocked out by Clark in mid-air.

They fell into a fast-food restaurant not far away, where several grenades exploded.

Tables and chairs were broken, doors and windows were damaged, and a lot of smoke was thrown up.

All in all, a mess!

Clark just stood up, and the Kryptonian warrior's fist smashed over.

But Superman is no longer the self who can't dodge and fight.

Unhurried, he folded his hands and took a powerful, heavy punch.

Then the knees are pushed forward, hitting the opponent's abdomen.

The jet-black armor that could withstand 30mm depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets immediately opened with a tiny crack.

"Compared to the big cousin, this guy is far worse."

Clark raised such a thought and pursued it while winning.

With all the teachings of the big cousin echoing in his mind, he punched straight along his midline.

The speed was extremely fast, and it made a dull sound like a sonic boom, hitting the kryptonian warrior who was stooping low.

The terrifying strength penetrated the thick armor outside and exploded in the opponent's body.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spit out.

The Kryptonian warrior, strong enough to be halfway to Clark, stared wide-eyed, his face twisted and painful.

After barely standing for a second or two, he collapsed suddenly, unable to get up again.

"This... what kind of trick?"

Kryptonian warriors couldn't believe it.

He could see that Clark didn't have any genetic templates.

Why can you defeat yourself so easily?

"Wing Chun, inch strength!"

Clark replied in less standard Chinese dialect.

Traditional martial arts, so far, he did not kill the killer.

The female commander has been dealt with, as well as a Kryptonian warrior.

As long as the last one is defeated, Clark and his parents are temporarily safe.

Zizi! sizzle-

The noisy sound of electric current suddenly came out, and the TV in the fast food restaurant was still intact.

The channel that originally broadcasted news became a snowflake.

"Clark Kent, your parents are in my hands. If you want to save them, give up your resistance."

General Zod's image appeared on the television.

This is the second threat he has issued.

"Dad, mom... despicable villain!"

Clark couldn't help clenching his fists. He only focused on fighting and forgot to protect his parents who were still on the Kent farm.

I didn't expect that General Zod would be so disrespectful and engage in kidnapping.

"What to do? What to do?"

Chaotic thoughts took over his brain for a moment, and Clark, who won the battle, was a little overwhelmed.

Did he submit to General Zod and give up resistance?

Or do you want to find another way to save your parents?

"Look for help from big cousin!"

Clark immediately thought of Luke who disappeared for many days.

But before he could contact the other party, the dark red cloak suddenly descended.

Big cousin is here!

"Looks like you're having some trouble, Clark."

Luke carried the Kryptonian female commander who was in a coma in agony and said with a smile.

He glanced at the Kryptonian warrior who fell to the ground, thinking to himself, the younger cousin's Wing Chun punch was not bad.