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

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Then he couldn't help but laugh: "Look at you, how pathetic! You can't even compare to a woman now!"

He let out a long laugh and hurled the car backward with unprecedented force. Superman didn't even have the strength to dodge; he was struck head-on by the car, thrown across the sidewalk, and crashed into the wall along the street with the car. The enormous impact shattered the car, and the tires were thrown seven or eight meters into the air.

The metallic figure stepped forward and pulled Superman out of the giant crater in the wall with one hand. Superman was covered in wounds, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Green kryptonite burned Superman's skin like flames. In the past, he wouldn't have frowned at the severity of the blows, but now he was clearly not in his best condition.

"Fragile and untouchable," the metal man scoffed. "Look at what you'd be like without superpowers."

"At least he has a handsome face. You, Mr. No Face..."

Upon hearing the sound, the metal man whirled around, only to be met with the shadow of a fist striking him. The immense force, like a rushing river, slammed into his nose, and the metal man shattered into pieces with a "crack," collapsing headfirst onto the road.

Xu Fu punched the metal man aside, then turned and reached out to Superman: "Is everything alright?"

Superman took a few deep breaths, pulled him to his feet, and looked at him with some doubt: "Metalman's Kryptonian heart doesn't seem to have any effect on you."

“It seems so,” Xu Fu shrugged.

"But how could that be? We are all affected by Kryptonite."

"God knows"

At that moment, the metal man also stood up. He slammed his fist into his palm, the metal clanging together with a crisp sound.

“Ha, another Kryptonian,” he sighed. “Looks like today really is my lucky day.”

"Really? I have my doubts." Xu Fu stepped forward, turned around and punched Superman as well: "No offense intended, but you'd better step back."

The metal man charged towards them, his eyes brimming with confidence. Half of his face was torn off, and his mouth gaped open, emitting unusual machine-like sounds as he yelled and screamed. A green aura of kryptonite completely enveloped the new Kryptonian, and the metal man raised his fist high and spread it out as if holding a million pounds.

"Krona!"

It was as if metal had collided with another piece of metal, and the crisp clang echoed once more. Xu Fu stood there without changing his expression, not moving an inch, simply letting the metal man's fist strike his cheek without even tilting his neck.

The green aura of Kryptonite bathed the Kryptonian boy without reservation, as if framing him with a green border. Yet he stood there, seemingly unfazed, staring at the small stone as if it weren't a deadly piece of Kryptonite, but rather a meticulously crafted, glowing toy.

"This is...this is impossible!"

The metal man screamed, seemingly in disbelief, and threw another punch. His fists flew in alternating attacks, like cannonballs, striking Xu Fu's cheeks one after another. Xu Fu remained motionless, as the heavy alloy fists clanged and clattered against his face until the skin on the metal man's hands peeled off and cracked, revealing the dented metal knuckles.

Xu Fu raised his arm and easily wrested his wrist from the man's angry fist. With a slight pull, he ripped the entire arm off his shoulder, leaving a long trail of wires and sparks at the break. The metal man's second attack followed immediately, and Xu Fu again easily grabbed him and tore off his arm.

However, it must be said that the Iron Man harbored deep resentment towards the Kryptonians. Even with both arms severed, he did not give up and continued to hammer Xu Fu's forehead with his iron skull. With another crisp sound, he withdrew again, leaving a shallow dent on the thick alloy skull, while Xu Fu remained motionless.

To be honest, Metal Man was never a novice villain, but it was his Kryptonite heart that made him Superman's nemesis. However, once the effects of the Kryptonite radiation wear off, he'll be nothing more than a minor character.

The battle ended with Xu Fu tearing out the kryptonite heart. The metal man, his battery depleted, immediately collapsed to his knees like a computer that had stopped working.

At this moment, Superman also stood up, but still raised his hands to block the blinding light emitted by the stone. He said in bewilderment, "...This doesn't make sense. You clearly have Kryptonian genes, so why doesn't the Kryptonite work on you?"

“I don’t know,” Xu Fu said, melting the stone completely with his thermal vision. “I only know that once a wrinkled, ugly man tried to stab me with a kryptonite dagger, and I broke it with my hand. Later I found that I didn’t seem to be afraid of this substance. I had a full-body checkup at Lonely Fortress, but they found no possible cause. (The money)”

So Superman had to put the mystery aside for the time being. He turned to the metal man, who was paralyzed due to the loss of his power, and frowned, saying, "How did this guy get like this? I caught him; he should be in prison."

"Clearly, some high-ranking government official thought it was a waste not to use a walking robot powered by Kryptonite against you, so she kept it in a private collection... until this guy escaped last week."

“Her?” Superman frowned. “Looks like you’ve guessed who it is.”

"That's basically it. I also know that the government is doing some other research to deal with us. But that's all she told me. If you want to know more, you can ask her directly."

Superman turned his head to look in the direction he was aiming, and saw the black-shelled fighter jet slowly descending through thick smoke and dust, landing about ten meters above the ground. The lower hatch opened, and Huntress jumped out, unzipped her cape, and crouched down to land on the ground.

Chapter 1772 Anti-Superman Factory

The best place to store leaves is in the woods.

Amanda Waller was clearly aware of this, which is perhaps why she hid the Anti-Superman Center headquarters in the Metropolitan Industrial District. This neighborhood is dominated by industry and engineering: factories line both sides of the street, and the sounds of heavy machinery echo from the metal buildings.

The government-owned facilities are hidden deep within the complex, surrounded by candy factories, toy factories, and electronics factories that produce deadly weapons in dark corners.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Superman asked, frowning as he followed Helena's plane. "Because to me, this place seems... normal."

“Since Waller wants to hide his arsenal against you right under your nose, he has naturally prepared the best disguise.” Helena said weakly, “This is it, there’s no mistake.”

In fact, she didn't need to answer the facility's less-than-friendly greetings before quickly replying to Superman's question.

High-precision radar detected the arrival of these three uninvited guests, and the automatic defense system quickly decided to greet them with missiles spitting pale blue flames. The missile's warhead broke the sound barrier almost instantly, tearing through the air with a "whoosh" and shooting into the sky with intense friction, its target being the two figures and the fighter jet in the air.

Helena pulled the control stick, and the black fighter jet dodged to the side, while the two Supermen dodged to the left and right respectively. Suddenly, the warhead that flew between the three of them tore itself apart in an instant, and the cold metal shell exploded in a fraction of a second, releasing the people buried inside the shell under a blazing red halo.

The radiation warhead that imitates the Red Star... you should think of the 080.

In fact, Superman had already put on his spare lead radiation protection suit before he arrived, but this type of protective suit is usually only used for industrial purposes, not for combat, and it is not very shockproof.

Or more precisely, there aren't many materials on Earth suitable for making a radiation-resistant cloak for Superman, and they wouldn't withstand much testing.

As expected, the scorching, swirling fragments easily tore through the seams of his clothes, and the red aura pierced his body like a sword. Under the influence of the red radiation, the two Supermen in the air instantly weakened, and the blast wave scattered them in different directions. Clark flew diagonally towards the factory's open space, while Xu Fu spun in mid-air and collapsed into the water on the shore.

Although Helena's fighter jet evaded the missile attack, an even more brutal assault awaited her. As the jet penetrated several dozen meters deeper, the turrets and missile launchers, usually hidden away, sprang into action, all aimed at the black fighter jet and roared through the air. Seven or eight missiles were launched in succession, leaving trails of smoke, their trajectories intersecting with the black fighter jet's trajectory. Large-caliber armor-piercing rounds fired from the turrets sprayed into the sky, striking the black metal fuselage.

A missile pierced the left wing, causing the plane to skid and plummet to the ground, trailing a long plume of black smoke. A barrage of armor-piercing rounds then penetrated the wreckage, riddling it with holes in the air. The plane crashed to the ground like a broken-winged eagle, engulfed in flames in a corner of the factory.

Clark fell from a great height, his body creating a large crater in the concrete. He shook his slightly dazed head, stood up, and took a few seconds to catch his breath, finding his strength rapidly returning. Once out of the red sunlight, he quickly regained his senses.

However, what awaited him here was not just a Red Sun rocket. Another whooshing sound came from behind, seemingly the sound of a missile tearing through the air. He instinctively turned around, raising his hand to try and block the impact, but felt a strange energy explode in his palm. A sharp pain shot through his arm, completely destroying the rest of his protective suit, and he was forced to retreat rapidly.

The ultraviolet collision rocket is another special gift for Superman.

Clark knelt on the ground, one hand on his knee, his blue uniform shrouded in black smoke, breathing heavily. When he looked up, he saw several huge vehicles parked in front of him, the crisp sound of their metal legs hitting the ground echoing for a long time.

The machine leading the group took a step forward, its array of weapons pointing directly at Clark.

"Kryptonian target confirmed. Order: Destructive strike. Continue execution..."

Xu Fu twisted a few times in the air before suddenly falling into the water, splashing up water droplets and sinking to the bottom with long bubbles trailing behind.

Like Clark, he quickly regained his strength after being freed from the effects of the red radiation. After a slight adjustment of half a second, he stood up, ready to take off and leap out of the water again.

Just then, a slender object pierced the water at an extremely fast speed, catching him off guard and wrapping around his wrist. Xu Fu was startled, but as soon as he turned around, countless fibers shot out from all directions, wrapping around his arms and legs one after another, tightly binding him into a circle.

Several beams of blue light, like blades, shot out from the black water. From these beams, one after another, several drones, no more than half a person's height, appeared. From the heads of these drones, fibers, like spiders, shot out and wrapped around his arms and legs.

Almost simultaneously with the electrical current, red radiation lights illuminated, and several drones (each with a cannon protruding from its bottom) lit up Xu Fu with simulated red sunlight at a 360-degree angle. High-voltage electricity, like countless venomous pythons, crawled up his limbs along fine fibers; though not fatal, it temporarily halted the release.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth and frowned slightly.

Well, it might be a bit more complicated than that.

Factory interior

"Enemy aircraft confirmed destroyed," the communications officer in the command center reported. "Two Kryptonians were engaged in combat with our robot squadron and drone squadron respectively. Both are currently under suppression."

“Very good,” the person in charge said from behind him. “Continue to monitor the situation and inform Ms. Waller that she needs to know what’s happening here.”

They thought the invasion was under control, but they were wrong.

The black fighter jet may have been destroyed and turned into a pile of scrap metal, but its pilot unknowingly infiltrated the building.

Helena fired a localized emp-shot, disabling all sensors and defense systems at one of the exhaust vents, then slipped inside the factory through a ventilation shaft. She silently took down three patrolling guards from behind before stealthily infiltrating the factory like a ghost.

Before coming, she had put all the facility layout diagrams attached to the documents she had stolen from Waller into her cloak; these maps were now displayed as minimaps in the lower right corner of her field of vision. Following the map's directions, she quickly entered the facility, bypassing all the defenses along the way, and soon approached the command center.

Helena emerged from a ceiling vent and peered discreetly into the command center. The person in charge was on the phone with Waller. He briefed Waller on the intrusion and repeatedly assured him that the situation was completely under control, and that the two Kryptonians had been subdued by weapons. His tone was full of pride and confidence.

Helena discreetly scanned the room, making sure everyone was within her sight, counted the number of armed men, and then quickly chose an entry point and the best infiltration plan.

The next minute unfolded as if programmed into her mind, executing with impeccable precision. The Shadow Huntress leaped into the air the moment the lights in the command room went out, taking down two armed guards standing by the emergency exit escalator before anyone could react. Then, before the first gunshot revealed her presence, she reappeared in the darkness, and two seconds later, she appeared like a ghost behind another man, slamming his face into the control panel.

The sound of a head hitting the table instantly drew everyone's attention. Countless gun barrels flew into the air as the huntress, armed with a grappling hook and rope, soared to the ceiling. A grappling hook descended from the sky, lifting another man into the air. In a panic, he pulled the trigger, a bright spark shooting from the muzzle, scattering across the control panel before disappearing into the darkness.

Darkness has always been the hunter's ally, the best cover for her hunt. The room was filled with people, almost suffocating under immense pressure; their hands gripping their weapons trembled uncontrollably. It felt like being in a room with a demon, not knowing where it would appear from or what it might aim at one of them the next.

Strangely, that was exactly what they were thinking at the time: she had them all surrounded, with nowhere to escape.

A minute later, only this officer remained conscious in the vast command room. Helena had kept him conscious because she was waiting for him to answer a few questions.

The last guard was also knocked down by her elbow. She stopped hiding, stepped out of the darkness, and went straight to the officer in front of the control panel. The man, with his hands behind his back, appeared completely unfazed, but said weakly, "You know you've broken the rules, Agent Wayne."

“I’ve lost count of how many rules I’ve broken,” Helena shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe you should write them down in a notebook.”

"You'll regret all of this."

"What is it?" Helena took a step towards him and gave a soft hum. "As for who among us will be the first to regret it, I highly doubt it."

The officer simply grinned, seemingly unfazed. Helena noticed the strange expression in his eyes and vaguely sensed something was amiss. A whooshing sound came from behind her; her pupils contracted, and almost reflexively she raised her hand to block the invisible attack, but she still convulsed and staggered back a few steps, half-kneeling on the ground.

An invisible man, no wonder this guy is so confident... Looks like I need to put in some more effort.

Chapter 1773 Anger

By mimicking red sunlight and ultra-high voltage current, the designers of these drones seem to have put a lot of effort into developing tactics to counter the Kryptonians. The red radiation made Xu Fu feel increasingly weak, while the stimulating voltage caused an unpleasant stinging sensation.

Unfortunately, these designers still made some mistakes in their calculations.

Xu Fu raised his head, his eyes as red as blood. A thick thermal laser beam erupted from his eyes, piercing through the drone's outer shell in one fell swoop. But that wasn't all: as he tilted his head back, the red and scorching beam sliced ​​through the drone like two laser knives, the drone's outer shell instantly torn open by the heat, exposing the internal wiring, which had formed black clumps.

The red sunlight flickered a few times before extinguishing itself, and the electricity seemed to suddenly flow back into Xu Fu's body. He straightened up, jerked his arm, and the stiff conductive fibers snapped from his body. He quickly freed himself from the tangled wires covering his body, soaring into the sky, his legs trailing bubbling water as he flew.

Factory interior

An invisible superhuman, or someone wearing optical camouflage. Either way, Helena's situation is far from optimistic.

With her keen senses and excellent reflexes, she withstood the invisible circular attack, but the next strike was less successful. She was struck hard in the waist, behind the knees, and on the side, only managing to shield her face with her hands. An unseen opponent swung a leg, throwing her off balance, and then, as she fell, slammed another leg into her waist. Helena groaned and collapsed to the ground.

"They say you're the best agent," mocking voices seemed to surround them from all sides. "I think I am."