Warm sunlight shines through the blue earth and shines on the white shell of the International Space Station "Excalibur".
Four astronauts are carrying out repairs on the outer surface of the space station under the protection of traction ropes.
A wrench flew out of the palm of Hank Henshaw, who was wearing a space suit and working on a satellite, suspended in the weightless space environment.
His wife, Terry Henshaw, another crew member also wearing a space suit, reached out and caught it.
She handed the wrench back to Hank. The sea-blue glow of the earth reflected her lover's beautiful face. This was the most beautiful sight that Hank could see in the universe.
"Did you lose anything? As your tortured wife who cares deeply about you, I am used to your lavish style of doing things at home. But Hank, you are setting a wrong example for others."
"Yeah, Commander," Hank heard his older colleague Stephen joke: "I'm starting to wonder if you are still the one sitting in the command seat."
Hank smiled and said, "Guys, I'd love to have Terry be your conductor, but I have to warn you, I'm considering finding a few thorns to do the surgery."
"It sounds like it's true, hahaha."
The astronauts joked with each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.
Another younger astronaut, Jim, said: "Terry, help call the Houston headquarters. It seems that their guess about the hydrolysis pressure is not wrong at all. It is estimated that several screws were knocked loose due to the vibration during the launch of the satellite. .”
"'A few screws were knocked loose' is a technical term," Terry said.
"Well, by all means, you can polish that explanation up a notch, Madam Chief Engineer."
Terri snorted and connected to the communicator on her arm: "Houston Headquarters, this is the Excalibur...Houston, please reply..."
Hank turned his head and looked at the sea-blue earth.
"Come on, astronauts. One last check before we head back inside."
Stephen held a debugging instrument: "This is the ninth time you have looked back at the earth, boss. You are still fascinated by it."
Hank smiled: "I'm just looking forward to seeing Red Cloak. You can see him, he sometimes appears above the atmosphere. He has come up twice. You know, he saved my life once." .”
Stephen responded: "Yeah, man. You can always count on Superman."
"That's right." Hank said: "Superman will always come to save us. He is the god on earth and our savior."
He looked at the sea-blue planet, and his face actually looked a little pious.
But the warm moment was quickly broken by the somewhat anxious tone of Hank's wife Terry.
"Hank, they need you to come back online and say there's something important."
Hank pressed the communicator on his arm: "I'm Hank, what's wrong?"
Then he paused.
"Oh, too bad."
He turned to his three other colleagues and said: "There is a meteorite approaching in our direction. Everyone should come back to the ship immediately."
Stephen and Jim immediately activated the fire-breathing backpacks on their backs. Terri wanted to squat down and restore the dismantled deck, but Hank pulled her away directly: "Don't worry about that anymore!"
"Where did the meteorite come from?"
The youngest Jim said in a panic: "Are they the two mentioned last time? But didn't the Houston headquarters say that these two meteorites will fly around the earth and arrive two days later?"
"A solar flare broke out," Hank said with an ugly face. "This unexpected situation caused the two meteorites to change their trajectories like billiard balls that were blown away."
"Headquarters said the locations will be Sydney and Seoul."
"But before that, they will knock us away!"
All four people had fled back to their seats, and Hank was operating the space station spacecraft.
Stephen said:
"The satellite is still docked with us, the hatch is still open, and the angle is 12 degrees."
"I don't care." Hank said: "Start the main thruster immediately!"
The engines began to spit fire, and soon they were able to escape—
boom!
"The impact is coming."
The spacecraft shook violently. Hank looked up and saw two large holes on the outside of the space station.
"It's just some meteorite fragments!"
Jim yelled: "Those meteorites - he's coming soon!!!"
"Oh my God Hank, we're not going to survive this time."
Hank heard his wife say.
His eyes stayed on the other person's beautiful face for a second.
Time has left its mark on his beautiful face.
They'd been married for 10 years, and Hank knew he still loved her.
"Nonsense." He pulled the control lever in vain, and the spacecraft was completely out of control: "Superman will come to save us, just like before."
The spacecraft was shattered under countless small meteorite fragments, like chocolate dissolved in milk.
Hank heard his good friend Stephen scream hysterically: "Cabin damaged!"
"We're doomed!" Jim wailed in despair: "The main thruster is damaged!"
"Keep calm, everyone." Hank gave up operating the completely useless console.
He took his wife's hand.
"Superman is definitely on his way. I can confirm that."
"Hank..."
He saw tears in the eyes of Terry, his beloved wife.
He had sworn never to make those he loved cry.
"It's okay, Terry." He didn't notice that his voice was trembling: "You can always trust Superman."
Stephen and Jim were screaming.
"Everything will be fine." Hank stared into Terry's eyes: "Everything will be fine!"
boom! ! !
A large hole was torn open in the spacecraft, and Stephen and Jim screamed and were swept out.
"Hank!"
Time seemed to slow down.
Shock waves, gravity, the gaze of a lover.
besides……
destroy.
Then disappear.
"Terry! No!!!"
Hank turned his head with all his strength and saw his Terri doing somersaults in weightlessness, and was also swept out.
The love of his life was suspended on the surface of the ocean-blue planet, and then swept away into the distance along with his two best friends.
Hank desperately tried to take off his seat belt, and then his pupils reflected the front of the spacecraft, where the huge meteorite, larger than the island, was pressing down straight down.
Hank's eyes widened.
"Superman! I knew you were coming!"
"Superman!!!"
"Superman!!!!"
boom!
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There was a ding.
The elevator door is opened.
Lex Luthor walked out of it with his hands behind his back, followed by his Asian female secretary Yu Xi.
This is the Lex Group's base located 50 meters underground...where all Lex Luthor's experiments are conducted.
"Dr. Debney Donovan, where is all my hard-earned money going?"
In the hall are rows of erected cans, tightly surrounded by iron shells.
Dr. Donovan was sitting next to the operating table eating, and he wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth.
"What's wrong? Lex. It's all in front of you. Every penny, every dime."
Dr. Donovan stood up. He was a middle-aged man with messy hair and wearing high-definition glasses, which almost magnified his eyes like bells.
His messy brown beard makes him look like a beaver, and he looks like the kind of mad scientist in children's cartoons who generates electricity while laughing strangely.
Well, he is indeed a mad scientist.
Dr. Donovan poured the leftover food into the trash can with a smile on his face.
He pulled the rocker on the operating table next to him, and as the steel shells of the cans were opened amidst the mechanical sound, the lights inside the cans turned on, and each of the strange and terrifying monsters revealed their ferocious faces in the light.
"I'll stay here." Moxi took a breath. She said somewhat wisely: "I don't get along well with mad scientists."
Luther walked up to Dr. Donovan: "Still researching mass murder weapons?"
"Oh, that's right."
Dr. Donovan said.
He touched the grotesque sleeping monsters through the glass.
Some of them are barely humanoid, but they have green skin and bumps all over their bodies; some are simply blue mosaics, with only a huge eyeball barely sticking to the top of their head; some even have tentacles all over their bodies...
"Actually, I was thinking that if my babies escaped, they might be...confused."
Donalda touched his cute monsters lovingly through the tempered glass, looking obsessed.
Luther's face was expressionless.
"Any progress?"
Together, with their hands behind their backs, they walked past the failed products one by one.
"Whether he succeeds or fails, I hope he will obey my orders more."
"As soon as possible."
"I don't want test subjects, I want an army," Luther said.
"Copying DNA is very difficult," said Dr. Donovan. "It has to be said that Superman's body is really a mystery, and any means of in-depth analysis of him have failed. We need a more stable code."
"Did our previous idea succeed?"
"Of course, Lex." Professor Donovan nodded, and he led Luther to a culture tank.
A tiny baby was sleeping in a nutrient solution, with tubes inserted all over his body.
"Our prototype was successful, although it was not a pure Kryptonian - so I speculated that he would be very weak. But compared to humans, still powerful enough."
Dr. Donovan pushed up his glasses:
"He has half of your DNA, Lex, and they combine well with Superman's DNA. In a way, this experimental subject is your son with Superman, and he is thriving."
"Come on," Luther said, "Take me to see that purebred clone."
They walked over to another jar.
"I don't know yet whether this experimental subject has succeeded. Although the speculation is very unscientific, I speculate that even if this experimental subject succeeds in the end, it will not be completely like Superman."
Dr. Donovan said: "Every test of this experimental subject has exceeded our expectations. The actual performance always contradicts the speculated data."
"Sometimes I think that this little guy likes to play devil's advocate. Maybe he will be the complete opposite of Superman when he grows up? Superman has heat vision, he has freezing vision and so on, hahaha."
Then he met Luther's gaze.
"Uh...I'm just kidding."
Dr. Donovan continued:
"But no matter what, this experimental subject will not fully develop for at least five years. Taking it out early will definitely cause some side effects."
"As fast as you can, Dr. Debney Donovan."
Luther turned and walked up the steps towards the elevator.
"This underground base has all been coated with lead, and the latest experimental personnel have been sent by the military. There is no need to cherish these materials, it doesn't matter even if it is trial and error, I only want the results."
He said: "You are an expert in gene synthesis. If we have any questions, we can discuss them together."
He and his female secretary Yu Xi took the elevator to the upper floor of Lake Group.
Luther said:
"Mossy, how is Blake's condition?"
"Our purple-haired mercenary has fully recovered, but I'm afraid he no longer intends to be with us."
Female secretary Moxi said: "He now calls himself a superhero and imitates Superman to act chivalrous and righteous. It is difficult for me to evaluate his behavior."
"Stop it, Black and Superman have never been the same kind of person."
Luther sneered:
"Believe me, it won't be long before they face each other. It will be very interesting then."
"So what do we need to do?"
"Of course." Luther said, "Support Black fiercely. We will give him whatever he wants."
The bald man touched his head:
"Isn't he going to found the Ultimate Alliance? Lex Luthor always likes friends, and we've covered all the expenses - of course we still have to owe the debt."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn't it?"
"But as of now, it seems that Blake's behavior is no different from Superman's. They should be on the same camp." Mosi said.
The bald man shook his finger in front of her.
"Just keep in touch."
he said.
With a ding, the elevator door opened, and Lex Luthor and his female secretary walked into the hall on the ground floor. Countless scientists in white coats were operating in front of various complex machines.
Luther walked past a person who was looking at specimens:
"You don't need to look at this specimen. It's clearly limestone. Read a book, you idiot."
He passed another female researcher who was analyzing data:
"Finally, someone can figure out Euclid's 5th formula, but obviously, it's not you. If you dare to go to work and stay idle again, I will fire you."
He finally came to the center and said, "I won't stand for fools, guys. I've been getting fed up with fools lately."
He said:
"Listen, there are already too many idiots in this world. Funny idiots worship the alien and think he is the bringer of justice. But I have seen the true face of the alien and I understand that he is a threat. .”
"Redouble your efforts to join this alien arms race! And destroy it while it's still in its infancy!"
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Chen Tao sat at his desk and wrote a plan.
1: Emergency plan for the death of Superman.
2: Lex Luthor’s betrayal plan.
3…
Superman can now completely replace Batman's job. Gotham's criminals will soon learn what it means to just write a word on a crime plan only to be visited by Superman...Batman.
Under such intense overtime work as Superman, who even wipes your butt and has to monitor whether you steal other people's paper, Gotham's crime rate has dropped to a freezing point, just as Chen Tao expected.
"Bruce, is it really okay to leave Bane alone?"
Alfred came over with a plate: "Before Superman completely wiped out Gotham, he and Siwa attacked Arkham and released many Arkham prisoners we had previously detained there."
The old housekeeper asked: "Does it really not matter?"
"And now Bane and the Arkham prisoners he took have all escaped Gotham, and Superman will beat them to pieces if they show up, Alfred. Times have changed, This is the age of superpowers.”
"——Bane is no longer the most important threat."
Chen Tao said without looking back: "Even if Bane appears now, his knee will only smash into Iron Batman's spine. I am too lazy to watch such a simple plot."
"Now, the other person is more important."
Chen Tao picked up his pen and continued to write in his notebook:
3: Plans to prevent the telepath Manchester Black from driving Superman crazy.
(End of chapter)
