8mi Chapter 92 Extraterrestrial Visitors
Chapter 92 Extraterrestrial Visitors
Chapter 92 Extraterrestrial Visitors
When Xinghuo, having found her clothes, got lost inside the Watchtower Space Station, the sudden alarm made her wish she could immediately break through the wall and return to the third floor.
Fortunately, Steel Bone reconnected the communication in time, and Spark rushed to the cell floor following the navigation. From a distance, he could hear the voices of other people at the scene.
"Step back, or you'll be at a disadvantage! Hit her lower left rib area, yes, just like that...:::"
Batman is standing outside the cell door, pointing and gesturing:
"No, Superman, you really have no experience at all. Take your hand back... Oh no, you're finished now..."
Bruce had just settled Hawkgirl in and was preparing to use the laboratory inside the Watchtower to clone a new body for her.
But before he could even begin his work, he saw an alarm notification coming from the third-floor cell.
Thinking it was another "Superman" whose body had malfunctioned, he was terrified and grabbed the newly made kryptonite ray gun from his pocket and rushed over.
It turned out to be just two Kryptonians fighting in the Red Sun prison cell.
If it were Bruce Wayne from two weeks ago, and his Superman were in this situation, he probably would have rushed into the cell without hesitation, risking breaking a few bones to rescue him.
As for the current Batman, he personally killed Superman, and aside from Hawkgirl, who is theoretically not a "living person," he is the last survivor in their universe.
Strictly speaking, everything happening in this universe right now has nothing to do with him, unless it's a major crisis like the Earth exploding the next day. Otherwise, Batman really doesn't want to get involved in superhero affairs anymore.
Although the crisis facing Earth in this universe is quite imminent, the fact that its "Superman" is being pinned to the ground by another Kryptonian is clearly not a major issue that requires its intervention.
Kara's military training on Krypton was absolutely thorough, and it was more than enough to deal with a reckless young man like Joey who was holding back.
At this moment, she gripped Joey's arms with both hands and twisted them 180 degrees with her palms facing up. Her legs were tightly locked around Joey's head, creating a highly visually appealing armbar.
If Joey had seen this kind of judo technique in the stands or off-screen at a UFC fight, he would probably have applauded, cheered, or given it a thumbs up.
Unfortunately, he's currently inside the arena, still that unlucky guy who's locked up.
At this moment, all he could do was shout, "Fuck you, Bruce Wayne!"
When Kryptonians are exposed to the red sun, the weakening of their power levels is gradual and not as pronounced as that of Kryptonite.
Like other Kryptonians, Joey's physical abilities will gradually return to those of an ordinary Kryptonian as the duration of exposure to the red sun increases.
But this process will actually be quite lengthy, at least much longer than Kara is reduced to her original form.
When Joey gets serious, he can actually take down Kara, who has long been reduced to her original form by Kryptonite radiation and the Red Sun, in a second. But under the Red Sun's light, he needs to find the right amount of force so that he doesn't smash her head in the process.
Just now, Batman came over and gave Joey some advice on how to fight Kara, who was attacking him aggressively. Perhaps because of the red sunlight, Joey did as he was told without thinking.
The problem is that Batman is a martial arts master, and his methods may not be suitable for Joey now.
Moreover, Joey could hear these instructions, but Kara, who was present, was clearly not deaf either.
In the following rounds, Joey, who could have relied on his physical strength to withstand the attacks and wear down Kara, lost his composure and was countered by almost every move.
He was tripped by Kara and dragged to the ground, and then Kara immediately locked his wrists in an armbar.
"Sorry, I didn't expect your fighting skills to be so bad. A normal person shouldn't be able to control themselves with that kind of wrist joint technique that involves a full kick."
Seeing that Starfire had arrived, Batman secretly put the Kryptonite ray gun back into his belt, then turned and left.
"Maybe next time you should find a teacher and learn properly."
He could also see that while the "superman" of this world might not have any other merits, he was certainly thick-skinned.
Not only was the effect of kryptonite radiation on him extremely weak, but his body remained resilient even under the irradiation of the red sun.
An ordinary person's arm would be in excruciating pain and crying out for their parents if it were twisted like that, but Joey remained calm and even had the energy to curse, clearly indicating that she was still holding back.
Batman only hopes that in the future, Superman will show the same restraint and gentleness towards other ordinary people as he does towards his own blood relatives.
"Kara, this is the last warning! I just don't want to hurt you!"
Joey's other, uncontrolled hand kept slapping against the thighs that were locking his upper body and head. He really hadn't expected that even though she was locked up, she would still find an opportunity to have a pointless, unrestricted fight with him.
"Three seconds! If you don't let go, I'm going to use my heat vision!"
Don't even think about it!
Adhering to the principle that good people should be held at gunpoint, Kara tightened the grip between her legs and hands even more:
"Even if you use heat vision to cut off my leg, I don't care!"
"three!"
"two!"
"That's enough!"
Starfire, unable to bear it any longer, conjured a spear from her Green Lantern Ring and thrust it straight at Kara's heart.
Kara then immediately let go, nimbly rolling to the side to dodge the incoming blade:
"Orange skin, you're a Tamaran? Since when did the Green Lantern Corps start recruiting people like you? Your race is notoriously weak-willed throughout the universe..."
Now finally free, Joey had almost found his balance and with one punch, Kara, who was still trying to say something, fell into a peaceful, baby-like sleep.
"You might as well just shut up!"
Where does the emotionally rich Spark get his unwavering will? If this question continues to unfold, Joey fears that Spark might go crazy on the spot again.
Joey dusted off non-existent dust from his cloak, closed the cell door, and escaped.
Spark, who was standing nearby, was about to go in and change Kara with the clothes she had found when Joey suddenly reached out and stopped her:
"If you're really angry, I could understand if you killed her right here and now..."
"You're going to say 'but' next, right?"
Xinghuo turned her head to examine the bruises and wounds on Joey's face closely. Before she could even touch them, the wounds had already begun to heal rapidly.
She knew and understood Joey's thoughts; no one could so readily sever ties with their own blood relatives.
Xinghuo also has a sister named Li Sheng, Komandar, who is constantly at odds with him and even wishes she could kill him. (This is followed by a seemingly unrelated phrase: "Blackfire.")
However, that's all in the past now.
"She is, after all, your cousin. I know what it feels like to have a family member killed by someone else."
Yang Yi originally wanted to say that this bad Kara still had intelligence and strategic value, but Xinghuo's words left him speechless.
Cyborg projected his half-human, half-mechanical face onto the two of them:
[Superman, come to Alaska quickly! There's been an unexpected and extremely urgent situation at the point of contact with the enemy.]
Joey flew towards the Arctic Circle with a sigh of relief, while Cyborg somehow regained some of his human thinking.
Otherwise, the interruption would have been timed so perfectly.
Neither Xinghuo nor I should delve any further into this topic at this moment.
The threat from Krypton remains deadly. With such a formidable enemy at hand, it's best to refrain from saying anything that could undermine unity.
Of course, Joey remembered that just an hour earlier, he had gotten most of the people who orchestrated the whole plan to agree to move to the Alaskan ice field.
But with Kara's sudden appearance, the fate of that group was almost sealed, and Joey didn't think anyone could survive the aftermath of that battle.
Cyborg's feedback clearly gave Joey a different answer; there were not only survivors among that group, but many more.
Braving the cold winds along the Arctic Ocean coast, Joey quickly arrived above the site of the previous battle.
The F-22 fighter jets that had previously joined in the fun suddenly stopped daring to take off after the Steelbeak took over the electronic warfare command system.
As a result, all other military forces in North America fell silent.
At this moment, thousands of Cyborg robots are counting the survivors one by one in this pile of bunker ruins.
Among these survivors were junior and mid-level officers, high-ranking generals, and even key personnel and leaders in intelligence agencies.
The people in the white houses and pentagonal buildings can be replaced at any time, and as for the deeper parasites, crushing a few hundred of them would have no impact on the country.
But these people are different. It is no exaggeration to say that the entire violent machinery of North America operates through the division and execution of orders by these people.
Joey instinctively used his super vision to scan the area, intending to check the injuries of these people, but he discovered something extraordinary.
These people's bodies are too normal, so normal that it's quite abnormal.
The sturdy reinforced concrete structure was almost completely pulverized by the previous impact.
Despite the massive collapse, these people were buried in the rubble, yet they were unharmed when they were dug out.
They all looked disheveled on the outside, but were perfectly healthy on the inside, without even the slightest bruise. It would be one or two cases like that, and statistically there might be lucky ones, but when hundreds of people are like that, it can't be explained by probability.
Cyborg called him over because he had obviously noticed something strange; all the robots present were fully armed.
No matter how much people raised their hands to beg for mercy, Cyborg's weapons remained locked on everyone present, ready to fire at any moment.
thump~
Joey descended from the sky, his super vision sweeping over the hundreds of survivors once more, yielding the same result as before.
And whether it was Joey's imagination or not, although the hundreds of people present seemed to be arguing and begging for mercy in a chaotic manner, there was a subtle sense of tacit understanding between them.
No, this was definitely not an illusion. Joey observed again and again to confirm that this was not his own neuroticism.
Although their eyes, body language, and words seem chaotic, they are all inexplicably connected, so tacitly in sync that it's almost unsettling.
It's like stumbling into a voice-controlled toy store late at night, where all the dolls automatically play their pre-set music on a loop because of your arrival.
But amidst this noise, in every blind spot of your vision, the eyes of these dolls are quietly shifting.
They all silently and uniformly gaze at you, who are located in the center of the venue.
"What are you?!"
Joey's eyes shot out heat, igniting a wall of fire on the icy plain beneath the group's feet.
But unexpectedly, his demonstration had an unforeseen effect, instantly shattering the chilling sense of unity among the hundreds of people present.
The scene was no longer a feigned chaos, but had descended into genuine rioting.
The vast majority of people started screaming, even ignoring the fact that Cyborg's gun was pointed at their heads, and turned around to try to escape at all costs.
"Please extinguish the flames first! Most of my people cannot remain rational in the face of fire!"
Amidst the chaos, a North American general with four stars on his shoulder stepped forward and tipped his hat to Joey:
"Since it is you who has returned, it means that she has already lost. The agreement will not change. We will still be at the mercy of the Kryptonians, no matter which Kryptonian it is."
Far from the spot where the flames had just ignited, and to show his sincerity, this high-ranking official, who should have been at the very top of the North American military organization, floated in the air, his entire body's molecules rearranging and recombining in an instant, revealing his true form to Joey—
A creature with dark green skin, bright red eyes, long limbs with sharp joints and claws, resembling some kind of evolved, upright, cold-blooded reptile:
"My name is Ron Ronz. My people and I are at your service at any time, provided it does not harm us."
Joey's super vision allowed him to observe the entire process of the creature's transformation. The creature's entire body structure appeared to be composed of a peculiar macromolecule.
This molecule allows the other party to disguise themselves as anything almost seamlessly, just like in the previous human form, making it difficult for inexperienced Kryptonians to distinguish between the real and the fake.
It has green skin, can fly, is afraid of fire, and can transform.
One of the individuals on the other side is named Ron Jungz.
Joey now knew exactly what these eerie creatures were.
Martians.