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

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"This monument is to commemorate the innocent civilians who died in the Battle of Metropolis." "You must not destroy it."

Mystique turned around and said with a mocking expression.

"Don't you recognize me, Karl?"

Clark's face reflected disbelief and...

"It's you? How is that possible? Weren't you dead?"

"The old me is dead, now I am the Avenger!" Mystique spread her arms and hovered in the air. "Karl, traitor to Krypton, I have come to avenge you!"

A beam of high-temperature light burst forth. Clark was about to dodge when he suddenly noticed the citizens behind him. He forced himself to stop and raised his hands to shield himself.

The beam of light struck his arm and carried him back.

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The mysterious figure launched an attack, unleashing barbs.

"Pathetic traitor, you betrayed your own kind and chose to help outsiders. You love the Earth, but the Earth does not accept you. Look at the people behind you, look at how they see you: awe, panic, fear, worry, hatred."

"They fear your power, yet hate you in their hearts... You started this war... You caused the deaths of countless souls, enduring all suffering."

Carl, you're a jinx; Earth would be better off without you.

The heat rays intensified again, forcing Clark to take a step back. As he drew closer to the crowd, he let out a low growl, his eyes glowing red as he unleashed an even stronger beam of light.

The two energies collided, and the mysterious man, unable to withstand the impact, was sent flying.

..... .... ....

Clark's nose popped up, lifting him into the air.

"who are you?"

"If you want to know, please come with me."

Mystique threw a punch unexpectedly, sending Clark flying southwest, and he gave chase.

They traveled west, leaving Metropolis, flying over Gotham City, and arriving at a deserted, abandoned factory.

The mysterious man glanced back, dodged, and disappeared through the underground opening of the factory.

Clark frowned slightly. From everything that had happened, he realized that this person had deliberately brought him here, and there was definitely a trap downstairs.

The thought of leaving flashed through my mind, but it was quickly replaced by the desire to leave.

He had to realize what had happened, why General Zod's men had come back to life? He replied.

Clark clenched his fist and examined the scene below through the microscope: the underground room was not large, and it looked like an abandoned workshop. The mysterious person was in the deepest room, and there were no traces of explosives or anything like that around.

"What is he doing?"

Clark was somewhat puzzled. He carefully landed at the entrance of the dungeon, began to survey his surroundings, and cautiously walked in. When he reached the end, he did not encounter any attacks.

What is your purpose in bringing me here?

The mysterious man raised his head, his expression somewhat eerie, and said...

"You're wrong, Carl. Some people want to know Superman's weaknesses. Let's see if this man known as the God of Earth will bleed and beg for mercy."

"Okay, I'm coming," Yi said.

Chapter 1449 Luther, You Are Not Strong

"who are you?"

Mystique's words and actions were unlike those of the Kryptonian warriors he was familiar with; it was as if she were speaking to someone else.

"Alright, Carl, let's put aside the boring questions for now and deal with the old man's problem first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of green gas escaped from the pipes in the room.

These gases were clearly highly toxic. Before even coming into contact with Clark, he collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest, his face contorted in pain, his breathing becoming extremely rapid, and smoke billowing from his cheeks.

"No wonder Sade hates you so much. As a Kryptonian, you've adapted to Earth's environment but not to Krypton's. Unlike him, this body is unaffected, and you can move around normally even without superpowers."

The mysterious man grabbed Clark, who had lost consciousness from the pain, and began to beat him violently. The beating was filmed and transmitted to an office thousands of miles away.

　The “877” office was filled with six elderly men, including Anders, who held important positions in Congress and were opposed to President Joel Nash. Therefore, Lex Luthor worked with them.

The beating lasted for three minutes.

After the video ended, the old man couldn't help but say something.

"Superman is nothing special; he found a weakness and became just as vulnerable."

The old man next to him muttered, "We underestimated Lex Luthor before. He's worth working with."

"Anders, what do you think?"

Of the six, Anders was the youngest and lowest-ranking; he heard his superior's question, thought for a few seconds before speaking, and then said...

“Lex Luther is very intelligent, and like Xu Fu-Xiao, he possesses technology far beyond our current level. Cooperating with him could reverse the current passive situation, but…” He paused, then said seriously.

"He's dangerous and difficult to control."

Senator Evans, sitting in the main seat, waved his hand casually: "That's how geniuses are. If they can be easily controlled, they don't deserve the title of genius."

"He had no choice but to come to us, and that's enough."

Anders thought about it and realized that it made sense. Because of his relationship with Lex Luthor, a Kryptonian prisoner, his personality had become very sensitive. The White House and the military had both blacklisted him, and major corporations were reluctant to extend an olive branch because of his reputation. Now he was a stray dog, and he had lost all his former prestige.

On the other hand, the mysterious woman pushed Clark into a chair and took a stone from the refrigerator, which was shimmering with a green light.

"Do you know what this is?"

Clark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at him coldly.

"Fine, you can be angry. I thought you were some kind of god."

The mysterious man placed the green light stone in front of Clark, who began to tremble violently as if he had been poisoned.

"This is Kryptonite from your home planet Krypton. It came to this planet after the Battle of Metropolis, along with fragments of the spaceship. It took me a lot of effort to find it."

“True Kryptonians are not afraid of Kryptonite. You are different. You grew up on Earth and were forced to evolve to adapt to Earth’s environment. As a result, you adapted to Earth but not to Krypton.”

"This is so interesting!"

Clark clutched his chest and said in a weak voice.

"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much about Krypton? Who told you this?"

"I am Xu Fu-Xiao"

Clark remained silent, carefully feeling his body, searching for a way to overcome his weakness.

“It’s perfectly reasonable that you don’t believe me. Xu Fu-Xiao is your comrade-in-arms, how could he possibly hurt you?”

A rumbling sound of footsteps came from outside, and a young man in his thirties, wearing a black suit and with a large bald head, appeared in the room.

Clark's face fell.

"is it you?"

"That's right, that's me."

Lex Luthor lit a cigarette and took a long drag: "I thought you would guess my identity. There are only four people on Earth who know about the Kryptonian civilization: you, Linda Danvers, Xu Fu-Xiao, and me, who was once captured by them."

"I've given you enough hints, it's a shame you still haven't guessed."

Clark ignored his anger and asked with a stern face.

Why are you doing this? What do you need?

Luther sighed: "If Xu Fu-Xiao were here, he would never ask such a stupid question: Didn't you see the camera in the corner? It's always working properly."

"Use your brain and guess why I made these videos?"

Clark frowned, vaguely remembering something.

Luther grinned. "I knew it. You're not stupid. You just haven't experienced the kind of pain I've gone through. A teenager, innocent, kind, brave, compassionate, and with a strong sense of justice, thinking he could save the world, only to end up unable to even save his own mother..."

As he spoke the last sentence, a deep anger flashed in his eyes, but it quickly subsided.

"Okay, that's enough."

Luther opened his briefcase and took out a pre-prepared syringe.

"I need you to do some physical work; it might hurt a little."

After saying that, he picked up a syringe, plunged it into Clark's shoulder, and injected 200 milliliters of blood plasma.

Clark was furious. If he didn't understand the reason, he would be a fool: the Kryptonian warrior in front of him must be a clone that Lex Luthor had somehow controlled and turned into a weapon.

Kryptonians turned into weapons

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"Humans are the greatest race, with the greatest potential. We are capable of solving our own problems, and we do not need aliens as heroes."

Luther put the syringe into his briefcase, pulled out his gun, and aimed it at Clark's head.

"You're no hero, just a self-righteous fool. Your power comes from the sun; without it, you're nothing. Just like now, pulling the trigger could kill you."

"Power can make people think of many things they shouldn't think about, such as ruling the world, manipulating people's hearts, plundering wealth, making rules, or becoming a hero like you...."