Time seemed to stand still as the kryptonite bullets flew towards Kara, her pupils contracted as ≧> she could feel the air gently flowing over her skin in the night, and the bullets were like waves pushing away the air inch by inch, slowly flying towards her.

But some invisible force bound her hands and feet, making her body a hundred times heavier and unable to move. She knew that this force was called "Krypton Radiation", and it was the only thing she was powerless to fight.

The bullet sank into the "S" mark on her chest, and she threw her head back into the dug grave, gasping for breath heavily, as if her body was on the verge of limit.

"Goodbye, Kryptonian girl." The metal man stood by the tomb, sneering.

Unaware, he flew like a bat in a black image that almost blended in with the eerie surroundings. He didn't notice until the high plastic explosives were stuck to his metal cheeks.

Approaching from behind the metal man, Roy grabbed a gel explosive in each hand and pressed it on one side of the metal man's face, and then borrowed the force of both hands on the metal man, and the whole person volleyed into the grave where Kara was.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion, the fire-enhanced version of the high explosive unleashed full firepower on the spot, and the shock wave rushed directly above the tomb. When the metal man collided, the entire body was blown to pieces, and all parts of the body were torn apart.

"Take it easy and take a deep breath." Roy spoke to Kara as he pulled out the emergency tweezers from his belt.

"Is it Roy?" Kara's eyes darkened, and she asked, a little uncertain.

"It's me."

"Hey, long time no see"

"Kryptonite is driven deeper." Roy tried to remove the kryptonite, saying, "Unfortunately, it may be closer to the heart. Krypton radiation greatly weakens your ability to heal yourself, which makes it possible to remove the kryptonite fragments before your wounds heal themselves."

Kara's pupils suddenly closed, and she warned in a weak voice: "Be careful"

But it was too late, and the metal man who had just been blown apart had been torn apart in a moment, and the basic skeleton of his body had been reorganized again. He stood at the edge of the tomb, one hand transforming into a giant digging shovel, filled with rain-soaked soil.

"Happy birthday to me!" The metal man sneered, and the black pressed dirt fell all over the sky. Shovel after shovel, and in a short time, the entire grave pit was filled in by him.

The metal man put away the digging shovel in satisfaction, turned back into his arms, and after moving the mechanical joints for a moment, he muttered to himself, "I think the only birthday present that can make me happier is to kill people." But this one is okay. ”

He hummed a little tune and turned to the black coffin he had just dropped. At this moment, the dust on the surface has been washed clean by the rain, and the surface is shiny and smooth.

He paused suddenly.

Just a few steps away from him, a man—a man by his size—was standing there, proudly watching his every move. The metal man could feel the hostility in the sight of the guy as if it was about to burn.

"Hey, dude." He put down the coffin again and clenched his metal fist, "Do you want to fight?" ”

Underground, under the tombs.

Being buried alive is definitely not an encounter that everyone has the opportunity to experience, and there are only a handful of people who can experience being buried alive and go out to show off this thrilling encounter. And today, Roy may be one of them.

The premise is to keep alive.

At this moment, the only reason he hadn't hung up was that at the last moment before they were buried alive, Kara pulled off her cloak and protected him with her own body. Being buried in the ground was terrible, but it helped her block the radiation from the huge kryptonite on the metal man's chest, and although the small fragment left in her chest still had a big impact, it was not a problem to carry the weight of the dirt on her back.

The two of them were so close together that Roy could smell the faint aroma from Kara's ragged and heavy breathing.

But now is not the time for cranky thinking, he needs to focus. The oxygen would soon run out, and it wouldn't be long before he would suffocate to death. Although Kara didn't need oxygen to survive, now that she was away from the radiation of the metal man's kryptonite, her body's self-healing ability began to improve, and the wound embedded in the kryptonite fragment had begun to heal. If it drags on a little longer, she won't last long.

"Are you in good shape?" Roy asked in a low voice.

"Well, for the time being, I can hold on."

"We don't have a choice right now." Roy pulls out a plastic bomb from his belt, which activates a blinding fiery red glow on the screen, and a countdown number to zero is displayed on the dial.

"Can you still take on the duty of a shield once?"

"I don't know." Kara said, smiling lightly, and she smiled very sweetly, "But as you said, we don't have a choice, right?" ”

"Yes."

Roy said, having timed the bomb to detonate ten seconds later, and reached under Kara's outstretched arms and pressed it against her back.

For ten seconds, the crisp countdown sound echoed in this narrow space, and at this moment it seemed that there was only one voice left in heaven and earth, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

"If we die here," Kara said apologetically, "it's all my fault." I'm really sorry, I thought I could handle things on my own like my cousin Carl, but I guess I was just too arrogant. ”

"Nope." Roy said lightly, "We're not going to die." ”

"Boom!"

Thousands of pounds of soil were lifted up nearly ten meters into the air by a huge impact, the tomb was violently blasted open from the inside out, and the tombstone with the name of "John Coben" standing on the side rose from the roots, fell heavily on the ground and broke into two.

Kara broke through the ground first, then dragged Roy out from underneath as well.

She was now gray from head to toe, and her pretty gold was covered with dirty mud. She was propped up on someone's tombstone and gasped for breath, feeling like she was overdrawn. For a Kryptonian, the feeling of "overdraft" is indeed quite new.

And Roy, the situation is not much better than her. Although Karadang's shield took most of the impact for him, it was certainly impossible for an explosion in such a narrow space to be completely unaffected. His armor was now badly damaged, the mobile computer on his left wrist was completely destroyed, and the screen shattered and left only a bunch of sparkling circuits.

He had a bit of a concussion, his mind was heavy, and the only thought his body fed back to him was to quickly collapse and rest.

But not yet.

He staggered to his feet and held out a hand to Kara.

Two people covered in colorful clothes supported each other forward.

"I'm guessing you're not going to have the strength to fly."

"Do you really need to ask?" "You'd better have a ride for me." ”

"Actually, there really is, just outside the cemetery"

At this point, he paused. At the same time, the two stopped in tacit understanding.

Because they saw the metal man, the one who was still alive and kicking, because he still had the coffin he was trying to take with him. Now, the metal man has been burned black, his hands and feet remain in a spasmodic position, and his eyes have lost their luster. Even the kryptonite heart on his chest was dug up by someone, leaving only a black hole in the groove. (To be continued.) )