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

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The next instant, the fighter jet turned into a pile of scrap metal and fell from the sky.

It's like a signal.

The attack began.

In addition to conventional weapons such as tank shells, bullets, and sniper rounds, there were also a small number of laser weapons and a dense barrage of rockets, as well as the Purification series weapons hidden in these shells to strike Charles and Eric.

It made a "meow" sound.

Suddenly, Charles laughed and said to Eric, "Eric, they're trying to push your limits when dealing with numbers. There's something hidden in there."

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As for Eric's abilities, the White House certainly knew how sophisticated their weapons would be, but they believed that Eric's abilities had limits, and that so many attacks were enough to challenge the limits of his control.

Furthermore, these weapons are merely a decoy; the real weapons are the purification weapons hidden within these ordinary weapons.

Charles and Eric became completely empty-headed after inhaling the gas.

"The ultimate?"

Eric raised an eyebrow.

"coming!"

Clark reminded himself.

What first appeared before them was a hail of bullets.

.... ... ....

But Eric had already controlled the bullets when they were still dozens of meters away from him.

Seeing this, the generals and dignitaries watching from behind the White House curtain looked at each other blankly. When they saw that the ordinary bullets fired by the purified bullets were blocked by Eric's force field, they couldn't help but curse.

How could it be a struggle?

"Don't worry, there are enough missiles here to clear ten times over. I don't believe he can stop it!"

Hearing the general's words, Ross, though unsure if these people truly believed it, perked up and felt a surge of luck and hope.

After all, the number is indeed frightening.

Hope it will work.

Even if that's impossible, I hope to extract most of Magneto's energy...

He made the worst-case scenario plan in his mind.

But what happened next completely shattered Ross's confidence, and a sense of fear and panic rose in the hearts of everyone present.

These missiles, which seemed to occupy the entire sky and were capable of being used in combat, suddenly stopped firing when they were still some distance away from the three of them, and then flew calmly through the air.

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Apart from a few special missiles designed specifically for Eric's ability users, all other missiles were kept in the air.

Seeing this, everyone swallowed hard, but looking at those dozens of unguided missiles, they still held a glimmer of hope.

However, Clark appeared in the air, opened his mouth and inhaled, a cold breath spewing out from his mouth, freezing more than a dozen missiles. These missiles instantly shattered into powder and flew downwards, tumbling and rolling.

The crystal-clear ocean of fragments was exceptionally spectacular, dazzling and eye-catching to those in the White House.

What terrified them even more were the rockets controlled by Eric, which moved slowly through the air in response to his movements.

The rockets transformed into patterns in the air, just like obedient children.

The raised middle finger

Upon seeing that enormous middle finger, everyone's expression turned extremely grim.

Ross sighed, walked heavily out of the White House, and headed towards the exit.

It's time for the guardians.

With their combined strength, they should be able to hold off those three people!

A determined glint flashed in Ross's eyes.

Clark, who was lying in mid-air, couldn't help but grin when he saw Eric raising his middle finger.

"You're still as irritable as ever."

Naughty?

Only Clark could say that.

Charles rolled his eyes: "Stop fiddling with these things."

He tapped his forehead lightly, while groping around the battlefield, and said, "The tanks at the edge of the battlefield are preparing to spray purifying poison mist."

"I understand."

Eric replied, grinning, and with a wave of his hand, rockets rained down on the White House under his command.

Upon seeing this, the people in the White House screamed in fright.

Some people screamed and ran outside in fright, while others hid under the table...

"Where is the president? Protect him quickly..."

He's been gone for a long time.

"Fake!"

"Stop attacking!"

"Help!"

Chaos erupted on the stage.

"Boom, boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, their faces turned pale, as if they had already foreseen their own death, and everyone even felt their bodies become light as a feather.

But... despite the constant explosions, they survived.

here it is...

They looked around suspiciously, then looked around in surprise.

"It still has a deterrent effect; the missiles only exploded around us and did not fall directly down."

The gray-haired general said bitterly, barely suppressing a sigh as he looked at his colleagues who advocated for radical measures against mutants.

He disagreed with doing this from the beginning, but now that it's happened, it's too late to say anything.

As for why these missiles didn't destroy them directly...

Only those who have witnessed their power and know their terror can make more rational choices about their future actions.

If they are eliminated, it will instead unite the people, enrage their own citizens who view the entire mutant community as a terrorist organization, and trigger a large-scale war.

Their lives are more valuable.

"boom!"

With the final blow.

Eric smiled at the two Clarks and said, "How about it? This is the most expensive firework in the world, isn't it?"

"Enough with the nonsense, let's get down to business." Charles retorted, "It's time to wrap this up; dragging it out is just a waste of time."

Eric nodded, made a "please" gesture, and greeted Charles first.

Charles's lips narrowed slightly, and his eyes gradually brightened.

In an instant, the soldiers on the battlefield were all under Charles's control, either putting down their weapons or abandoning their vehicles.

A few seconds later, Charles nodded to Eric, who let out a soft hum, clenched his fist, and all the weapons on the battlefield, whether cannons or armored vehicles, were reduced to scrap metal.

They fought and advanced, and when the battle ended, the three found themselves not far from the White House.

"The Imperial Guard is here."

Clark turned around and shouted.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a roaring red figure descended from the sky, charging angrily toward them. At the same time, a burning figure left a trail of flames in the air as it rushed toward them.

Eric and Charles glanced at Clark and slightly raised their chins.

Clark laughed and scolded the two of them: "You two just want to find easy jobs."

After saying that, Clark vanished into thin air.

He charged at the falling red and green giant, punching him hard in the stomach. As the giant was launched into the air, he followed closely behind, grabbed the giant's leg, spun him around halfway through the air, and then threw him to the ground, where no one was.

With a loud "boom!"

The Hulk was blocked by an invisible wall. Mr. Fantastic and the Invisible Woman used their invisibility field to get close to Charles and Eric, who left the room with helpless expressions.

Clark didn't even glance at his prize as he flew through the air, silently moving half a meter.

The stone man emerged from invisibility and gripped Clark's body tightly as he descended.

These little tricks...