American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Helena ignored his taunts, stood up, looked at him calmly for a second, then turned around coldly and threw the ball behind her.

The metal sphere exploded, releasing a deep purple gas that quickly filled the air. The man laughed through the thick smoke: "Ha! A smoke bomb? Is that all you've got? You're finished...!"

Instinctively, when he saw the huntress's cloak pierce through the thick smoke and rush toward him, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Can she see me?

He subconsciously looked down and saw his body, which was covered by high-tech combat suit, being hit by purple particles in the smoke screen. His body, which had been treated with optical camouflage, was dyed a deep purplish-black from head to toe, as if he had just been pulled out of a paint bath.

Damn

Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly raised his arm to try and block the blow, but to no avail. In a one-on-one duel, he was no match for the huntress; Helena broke his arm in just three twists and then struck him again, rendering him unconscious.

Problem solved. Helena had just turned around when she saw another person quietly standing behind her. He was wearing a specially made black combat suit, a full-face mask, and round red lenses over his eyes.

She was stunned, instinctively taking a step back while leaping high into the air, kicking at her opponent. Her opponent grabbed her ankle, and in that instant, a blinding arc of electricity erupted from the palm of his black glove. The high-voltage current instantly traveled down Helena's long, graceful legs, numbing her entire body and causing her to involuntarily go limp.

The man in black released her, watching her kneel on the ground, a black mist of electricity rising from her body. She tried to stand up, but her numb nerves refused to obey her brain's commands; she could barely feel her fingers.

“Theoretically, your Kevlar armor can withstand 80,000 volts of electricity, but I just put 100,000 volts on you,” the man in black said coldly. “It won’t be fatal, but it will leave you unable to move for a long time. Stop trying to play tricks, Huntress. You’ve violated enough secret agent rules that you could almost write a new manual. I’m arresting you, and you will be court-martialed.”

Helena was unable to move. She wanted to at least say a few words to distract him, but her tongue was slurred and she couldn't utter a complete word for a moment.

But the female hunters were clearly not the only problem they needed to worry about.

Just when the officers and black-uniformed agents behind the command center thought the matter was over, the wall collapsed. A large, unidentifiable mass of metal fragments flew at incredible speed through the wall, across the entire command center, and crashed into the massive monitor hanging on the wall.

Sunlight streamed into the room from behind the collapsed wall, where Superman's enormous figure slowly drifted by. His crimson cape billowed smoothly, and from within the flowing cape, a beam of golden light pierced the room, as dazzling as the blue figure.

Superman casually tossed the robot's head back, crumpled it into a ball, and said sullenly, "UV collision missile, red sun radiation Gatling gun... good design, but if you want me dead, you'll have to go all out."

“Good suggestion, we can consider it next time.” The black-clad agent raised his hand towards Superman, and the micro-bullets hissed as they shot directly at the target “S” on Superman’s chest.

Superman dodged, but unexpectedly, a burst of green gas erupted from the rocket's tail, hurtling towards his cheek with a "whoosh." His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, but he still inhaled a large amount of kryptonite dust, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

If the radiation protection suit were still intact, it wouldn't be in such a sorry state, but unfortunately, it was torn to shreds a few minutes ago during a battle with a group of robot warriors outside.

The agent in black rushed forward, a green kryptonite dagger gripping his right hand. The blade gleamed with a bright, deadly green light. Superman blocked the attack with a punch, but his opponent merely dodged it. Instead, a knife struck him, leaving a deep gash on his powerful arm. Then, the agent kicked him in the back and then in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. Superman lay on his back, the radiation from the dagger burning his skin, barely able to rise.

The officer waved his hand, and the black-uniformed agent took a step back, holding a Kryptonian dagger, coldly staring at him. The officer took a few steps in front of Clark, stopped, sat down, and said, "You shouldn't be here, Superman. Maybe you can fly a little longer in this blue sky that isn't yours."

Clark rolled over, slammed his fist on the ground, and tried to stand up, but gritted his teeth in the process: "All these weapons, all these resources, are just for killing me... Why?"

Faced with his question, the officer couldn't help but chuckle softly, a chuckle filled with contempt, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Why?" he murmured. "You want to know why? Then let's explain it like this..." He then turned to the black-clad agent standing beside him and asked, "What's your name, soldier?"

“Banks-Jonathan, sir,” the agent replied.

"Feng?"

"American Navy/Air Force War College".

"Where are you from?"

"Gotham City, Commander"

Before asking the next question, the officer glanced at Superman, who was squatting on the ground: "What prompted you to participate in Superman training?"

Banks lowered his head, stared at Superman for a long time, and then said in a deep voice, "Because of those caped guys... they killed my wife."

Clark looked up at him in surprise, not even noticing the kryptonite dagger in his hand gleaming with a scorching green light.

"Today was supposed to be a perfect day, Superman. I invited her to have dinner with me at a restaurant after get off work... until three tiny people like you showed up in downtown Gotham and threw an office building at her."

0.....0

Clark realizes that it's all connected to the Superman clone incident. The League of Assassins, the clone Superman, the new Superman, and Supergirl have launched a terrible battle in Gotham, indirectly affecting and killing several citizens.

Innocent civilians, such as Banks Jonathan's wife.

Clark remained silent.

“Look, Superman, do you want to know why we built these facilities? Because you and many others like you brought us war. And we’re just preparing weapons of war.” The officer continued, “Look at how many massacres like yours have occurred in Gotham City since newcomers like you arrived. Do you want to know why we’re so tense? Here’s the reason.”

Then he stood up and clapped his hands: "Give up the fight, Superman. Honestly, I think this is the real deal. So many people have died because of you, and we're only arresting you for trespassing. I think you're lucky enough."

Kneeling on the ground, Helena took all of this for granted. She gritted her teeth, trying to do something, but her paralyzed neurons wouldn't obey her. She saw that Superman's condition was almost as bad as hers: the inhaled kryptonite gas and continuous exposure to the radiation from the kryptonite dagger had given him no chance to recover his strength.

Therefore, they placed all their hopes on the last person.

Just then, a thunderous roar shook everyone in the room. The entire building shook violently, and dust and debris rained down from the ceiling.

Everyone was stunned, instinctively looking around, trying to figure out what had happened... or what exactly had happened.

Like an earthquake, a deafening roar echoed at the base of the massive building. The roof was ripped off by an exaggeratedly powerful force, like a giant pot lid. Thick dust billowed up, engulfing the entire command center, while the midday sun pierced through the thick layer of dust, casting golden rays that bathed the interior amidst the fallen rocks.

Xu Fu swung his bare hands off the rooftop and hung high in the smoke-filled sky, his scarlet eyes looking down, reminiscent of divine wrath, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Don’t make me say it a second time,” he said in a low voice, but he had already said half of what he wanted to say, “Let my friends go.”

Chapter 1774 The Destruction of the Factory

"Don't make me say it a second time... let my friend go."

Perhaps it was because he looked too domineering, or perhaps it was because everyone was still reeling from the shock of him tearing the roof apart with his bare hands. In any case, everyone in the command room unconsciously stopped what they were doing, as if everything had frozen, with only the rolling dust proving that time was still flowing.

Xu Fu was actually a mild-mannered person. He tended to avoid killing and disliked conflict. If possible, he always preferred to avoid conflict.

However, avoiding trouble doesn't mean being afraid of trouble. If something causes him to fly into a rage, the person responsible will definitely regret it.

The government's proposed "Superman Project" clearly touches on the government's bottom line.

The officer cautiously took a half-step back, concealing his hand behind his back, and pressed a button hidden at the bottom of the control panel. He assumed Xu Fu hadn't noticed anything, but in fact, from this vantage point, his subtle "080" movements were incredibly conspicuous. It was like a teacher standing on the podium scanning the entire classroom; to those sitting in the back, the students' small actions seemed to reveal how well they were being concealed, even though the teacher had already seen them, sometimes simply too lazy to point them out.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t try any more tricks.” Xu Fu crossed his arms and landed through the dust. “All the robots, drones, tanks and other gadgets in your base were smashed to scrap metal by me a few seconds ago. So, save your energy and don’t press any buttons.”

The officer's expression became unreadable. He silently moved his hand away and turned his gaze to Banks Jonathan, who was wearing a specially made combat uniform, as if indicating that he should intervene and resolve the matter.

From the moment Xu Fu appeared, the soldier behind the glasses stared intently at him, his eyes filled with hatred and rage, seemingly unable to suppress his urge to kill. The officer's order seemed to loosen the shackles binding his hatred; he took two steps forward, his murderous rage becoming uncontrollable.

“Kid, do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?” He stared at Xu Fu, clenching his fists. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of strangling you and watching you die in my hands since I joined this project?”

Xu Fu narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Ignore it."

Banks activated a button on the side of his suit, and a green light instantly climbed up the suit, enveloping his body. The Kryptonian radiation level in the room immediately increased several times over. His suit was created by the government at great expense, designed to be the perfect armor against the Kryptonians. The Kryptonian energy core channeled energy to every part of the suit, as if the suit was covered with flashing green LEDs; a single glance could strip a Kryptonian of most of their mobility.

He held a green kryptonite dagger that could pierce through Kryptonian skin as hard as tofu, making it the preferred weapon for close combat.

I almost forgot, there's also the Kryptonite gas grenade. As Banks charged, he released a Kryptonite gas grenade from the back of his suit. The grenade exploded in Xu Fu's chest, releasing thick green smoke. Xu Fu had no time to dodge. The green Kryptonite dust mixed with the yellow dust in the sky, instantly blurring the air.

A green arc of light pierced through the yellowish-green smoke, sweeping towards Xu Fu with a cold and deadly howl. Banks had anticipated his opponent's reaction before taking this step and had quickly devised various ways to counter it, but he had overlooked the possibility that his opponent might stand still and allow the green kryptonite dagger to pierce his body.

"Damn it!"

With a sharp metallic clang, the sharp blade sliced ​​through Xu Fu's cheek without any resistance, but it felt as if it had struck a steel plate.

Banks was stunned for a moment, unable to react to what was happening.

No, this must be just a coincidence, this must just be... a mistake. Almost without thinking, he changed his angle and launched a second attack. The second attack landed on Xu Fu again, making a crisp "clang." But the result was the same: the boy was unharmed.

Banks was completely stunned. He had been specially selected for the Superman program and was trained day after day on how to fight Superman. During the training, dozens, even hundreds, of scenarios unique to Superman were simulated, none of which were based on the assumption that Kryptonite was ineffective against Superman.

Or to be more precise, training under this premise is completely meaningless. If Superman is no longer afraid of Kryptonite, is there any need to train against Kryptonite?

If the soldiers' shock wasn't enough, Xu Fu's next move was even more audacious. He opened his mouth and began to inhale forcefully, drawing the yellowish-green smoke filling the room towards him with an irresistible pull. He inhaled this murky air, his mouth acting like a powerful exhaust fan, instantly sucking in all the dust and kryptonite particles swirling in the vast room.

Banks took a few steps back, staring directly at the childhood Superman, his face behind the mask shifting several times. He had fantasized about this scene countless times, each time ending with him bleeding to death, personally killing this hateful Kryptonian. But only today, facing the enemy of his imagination, did he realize how far he was from revenge.

But he didn't seem to want to die from this. He roared and lit up a pair of rings that mimicked red sunlight, putting them on. His fist flashed a fiery red light when it touched the rings. But before the fist in the rings could even emit a dazzling light, the complex electronic devices were destroyed by Xu Fu's thermal vision, turning into a bunch of crackling, energized wires. The red light burned for only half a second before going out.

“I feel sorry for what happened to your wife, so I’m authorizing you to make three moves if it helps you vent your anger.” Xu Fu looked at the soldier kneeling on the ground, distraught, and said softly, “But as for what happened to you… I won’t apologize, nor do I think it’s something I should apologize for. In the battle in Gotham, Supergirl and I did our best. We did our utmost to save everyone we could.”

I wear this uniform to help those I can help, because I cannot stand idly by while I can do what I clearly have the ability to do. But for those I cannot help, those I cannot save, all I can say is: I did my best. I am not God, I cannot save everyone, but I have a clear conscience in everything I do. So don't try to blame me for your wife's death, Mr. Jonathan. I am sorry for what happened to you, but I will not blame myself for it.”

Banks Jonathan didn't even look up at him, his face ashen beneath the mask, as if he had lost his soul. Deep down, he probably knew that Xu Fu wasn't entirely responsible for his wife's death, but he just needed someone to take responsibility. Sometimes people are like that: after experiencing everything, they need a clear goal to keep living, even if that goal is an object of hatred.

Xu Fu used his thermal vision to melt the kryptonite dagger and shut down the kryptonite power source of the suit. Superman and Huntress also quickly regained consciousness.

Xu Fu destroyed all the weapons in the facility used to fight the Kryptonians, and then they destroyed all the necessary data in the central computer. Before they flew away, Xu Fu said one last thing to the officer: "Do me a favor, send a message to Waller, tell her this isn't over, this is just the beginning. I'll fill her little factory as much as possible, and if she still doesn't stop this stupid plan, we might have to visit her in person, and it won't be a very pleasant conversation."

Chapter 1775 Doubt

Superman Reserve Military Base outside Kansas.

A few minutes ago, headquarters sent an urgent message stating that the facility had entered a state of high alert. Every red sun generator and every krypton turret was activated, and ultraviolet anti-aircraft missiles were pointed directly at the blue sky. Heavy krypton-powered robots were lined up in square formations, divided into four groups on the open ground. The entire base was on high alert, as if preparing for the advance of a massive army.

"Attention all units, attention all units, the target has appeared in the radar surveillance range, and it is moving very fast..."

The moment the voice on the radio channel faded, the "target" streaked into their airspace, leaving a long red and blue trail. Automatic defense missiles were launched, exploding in mid-air in fiery red, lotus-like bursts. The Kryptonian energy turrets also reacted automatically, their green lights flashing in the sky.

But this did nothing to stop the rampaging tree stump. The pressure of the wind transformed into sharp blades, slicing through the sea of ​​fire, ignoring the whistling Kryptonian missiles. It was so fast that no one had time to notice its trajectory. Two hissing lasers swept parallel to the ground, destroying all the turrets and launch pads like slicing vegetables. The red solar generator was remotely triggered, its radiation not even touching his body.

A massive army of four robots surged forward, completely surrounding the unstoppable enemy. Each robot emanated a green Kryptonian energy aura and was equipped with a portable red solar reactor on its chest, forming a powerful encirclement. The shadowy figure didn't even engage them directly: outside the red light's range, he maintained an invisible, super-fast speed, lifted a storage container from the ground, and hurled it forcefully at the robot squad.

The machines were loaded with anti-Superman weapons from top to bottom, but none of them helped them survive in the shattered building. Thus, amidst thick dust and deafening noise, all four sets of anti-Superman machines on the open ground were reduced to scrap metal.

One minute was exactly the time it took Xu Fu to defeat another superhuman training facility. After the battle, he didn't rest for a moment, leaping into the air with his headset in hand: "Kansas is ready!"

Helena's voice came through the earpiece: "Alright, you have three seats left."

In a single day, they destroyed almost all of the "Superman Project" bases across the country, leaving only three. This naturally caused immense tension within governments—not just the United States, but the entire world. Meetings were held day and night, with political leaders anxiously discussing whether Superman was angry and how they should respond. While they debated endlessly in their meeting rooms, one object after another was being destroyed.

They were right; Xu Fu was genuinely furious. He didn't know what Clark was thinking, or whether he could accept the existence of the Superman project, but he felt it was intolerable. From what they'd seen, the project wasn't just about "preventing Kryptonians from going out of control"; the government planned to kill them. They were secretly manufacturing weapons capable of arming the entire nation, all marked with an "S."