Luke didn't know what happened in Midtown that would make Batman send him an urgent text message to return to the team.

Did Senisto do it?

But with just one Lamp Ring of Will, can you get the Flash, Superman, and Batman?

This is an exaggeration.

With this suspicion, Luke flew over Midtown.

He put on the charged green light ring, scanned the city's life, and then searched for the whereabouts of Barry and the others.

"Dr. Wayne."

Following the target location given by the Lantern Ring, Luke first went to Barry's apartment and found Thomas Wayne unconscious.

There were vase fragments strewn across the floor, as well as a discarded syringe.

"This is going to be replaced by a clown, and the eighteen forbidden scenes of tying up py and abusing and training have already been staged."

Luke complained, fortunately, Batman was only injected with a large dose of narcotic drugs, temporarily unconscious, and his life was not in danger.

Those villains are always so gentle.

In their eyes, there are only rivals to each other.

Just as Senesto vs. Hal Jordan, Reverse Lightning vs. Barry Allen......

As for the other superheroes?

Sorry, unfamiliar, not interested.

The light of will erupts from Luke's lamp ring and hangs over Batman.

It was as if a holy light technique that was completely unscientific directly woke up the other party.

This is one of the benefits of the light ring.

It has a wide range of accessibility functions.

With enough willpower, it can be called an all-purpose machine.

"A red bolt of lightning?"

Thomas Wayne, who came to his senses, quickly told him what had happened before, and Luke listened thoughtfully, and Reverse Lightning formed an alliance with Senisto?

So, Reverse Lightning settles Batman who may interfere with the plan, and Senisto solves The Flash.

This wave of division of labor and cooperation is interesting.

And what about Superman?

Although Carl El was said to have never been exposed to the sun since he was a child, he had no problem hammering Senisto into a small cookie with one punch.

The only thing to worry about is probably Superman's bad brain.

Therefore, every big event before it happens.

He will go offline early due to various accidents and traps.

"Dr. Wayne, you stay here and don't move around."

Luke clicked on the light screen that simulated the light ring, traced the location of Carl Air, and found that it was a nearby neighborhood not far away.

He dropped the words, slammed into the ceiling of Barry's apartment, and flew straight over.

"Can't you just go through the front door?"

Thomas Wayne looked up at the huge hole and shook his head.

He's not going to pay the Flash to fix the roof.

……

……

In an instant, Luke was at where Cal El was.

And then

As soon as he landed, he saw that Ribs Superman was being beaten.

"Kryptonite?"

Luke spotted a tall man in a custom-made battle uniform with an "S" on his chest.

When the other party made a move, a violent force burst out.

The knots are tangled, and the muscles are twisted together like a steel wire.

It was like a rising hill, shaking the air.

Compared to the skinny Ribs Superman, this man is more like a son of Krypton.

Boom!

The punch slammed into Karl El's face, sending out a large patch of blood.

Ribs Superman staggered back a few steps as if he had been hit with a hammer.

The tall man seemed to be good at fighting, and he was in hot pursuit, closing in again.

His eyes radiated a red beam of light, striking Cal Elle's chest.

The latter's feet lifted off the ground, pulled into a straight line, and fell into the shop with a "bang".

Like a baseball that has been struck out, he passed through the walls of shops and streets, and smashed into a car.

The metal door caved and the glass shattered.

Vast expanses of smoke and dust rose like ocean waves.

"This is probably the military's secret weapon."

Luke watched silently, not intending to make a move.

Anyway, his little cousin won't be able to die for a while, and if he wants to learn how to fight with people, he must first learn to be beaten.

Speaking of which, Karl Aire's strength is not lost to the military's secret weapon.

But he has been passively taking damage, acting as a thick punching bag.

"Human government, Senisto, and the Reverse Lightning ......"

Luke jotted them all down in a small notebook and prepared a pot to serve.

Through super vision, he discovered that the cells in the tall man's body were extremely close to the Kryptonians, probably a replica of Superman similar to "Bizarro".

This is also normal, Carl El has been in the hands of the military for thirty years, and it is impossible that there will be no results at all.

If the scientist had been replaced by Lex Luthor himself, he would have had so much time to study Superman, and he would have mass-produced a Kryptonian legion long ago.

"It hurts."

The simple-minded rib superman felt the pain all over his body, and a fire rose in his heart.

He roared in rage, his feet accelerating, like a low-flying supersonic fighter jet, slamming into the tall man.

However, the latter only sneered, and his excellent dynamic vision fully captured Cal Air's movements.

He dodged to the side, the turbulent atmosphere lapping against his body, causing little damage.

The powerful palm opened, and between the lightning and flint, he accurately grabbed the right leg of the rib superman, dragging the thin figure.

Rumble!

It's like shaking a sandbag!

Karl El's body came into close contact with the hard ground.

The cobweb-like cracks immediately burst open, raising a puff of dust.

"You're not even as good as a kindergarten kid in a fight."

The tall man commented.

His real name is Sinclair, with the rank of lieutenant, and he was one of the first soldiers to be drafted into the Superman program.

Of the more than 400 candidates in the same period, he was the only one who survived and fully adapted to the transformation process of Kryptonian cells.

Although, later General Lane recruited three groups of soldiers one after another.

But the terrible failure rate of no one succeeded, so that the military had no choice but to give up the idea of copying Superman.

Sinclair became a one-of-a-kind being, codenamed "Subject Three".

As Luke had guessed, he was the military's secret weapon and the biggest reliance.

"Superhuman strength, it's a waste to put it on you."

Sinclair stomped on it, nearly crushing Carl Elle's sternum.

"If it were all mine, the United States would be the most powerful country in the world."

Mr. Lieutenant is simple-minded and a soldier who will only obey orders.

I am full of thoughts on how to let the light of freedom and democracy in the lighthouse country shine in every corner of the earth.

Boom! Boom!

Sinclair stomped hard again, kicking Rib Superman to the point of vomiting blood.

In the past, he stayed in the secret base under the metropolis, and he didn't even have a chance to let off steam.

Now, finally able to come out on a mission, Mr. Lieutenant is extremely excited.

Bloodthirsty, manic, impulsive...... All kinds of emotions are surging inside.

"Hey, I'm a little upset that you're beating my cousin like this."

Seeing that Krypton's little cousin was about to be killed, Luke finally stood up.

According to his observations, Sinclair is basically a weakened Superman.

That is, bullying Carl El will not fight, otherwise where would it be his turn to be so arrogant.

"Another ...... Kryptonians. ”

Sinclair stopped and looked at Luke as he walked across the street.

"You threatened General Ryan with a cosmic war, right?"

Luke pursed his lips and did not answer.

The Kryptonian fleet was just his casual nonsense, but he didn't expect the military to believe it.

"If I bring you back to the general, he will definitely praise me."

Like a beast, Sinclair stared at Luke as she walked and grinned, "When the time comes, I will be the hero of all America, no, the whole world!" ”

Swish!

Mr. Lieutenant decisively gave up Cal El, who was lying on the ground and was unable to fight again, and went straight to the opponent's eldest cousin.

Thundered

I saw Sinclair bring up a trace of afterimage, and the atmosphere emitted a continuous sound like an explosion.

Without even a breath, he approached Luke's side.

The latter looked calm and didn't blink his eyes.

Stretch out your right hand, clench your fists with five fingers, and strike straight out.

It's easy to get fancy!

Sinclair, who was in a flash of lightning, seemed to take the initiative to send Luke's fist.

Click, click!

The fist pierced through the American lieutenant's body, like a sharp blade stirring flesh and bones.

The flesh, which was as hard as steel, was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of this punch.

Boom!

The ground shook violently, and the aftermath radiated to the surrounding neighborhoods.

"This ......"

Sinclair looked down sluggishly and saw the huge hole emerging from his chest.

The flesh and bones, the organs, were all shattered by that terrifying force.

"This punch is twenty years of skill."

It was only then that Luke spoke slowly.

With a smile on his lips, he walked straight past Sinclair, who was still in his place.

After walking some distance, Sinclair's tall body burst open, turning into a viscous mass of flesh.