(p.s. Because many readers asked, here is a brief introduction to the anti-surveillance people.) Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anti-Monitor,It is a supervillain under the American DC Comics,The Anti-Monitor was once considered to be the counterpart of the Monitor in the antimatter universe.,He caused the Infinite Earth Crisis.,With the terrifying power of destroying the planet.,His real name is Morbius.,The source of its terrifying power is the ultimate weapon of the DC universe that Darkseid is looking for--Anti-Life Equation。 ）

The weather was rather gloomy on this day, as if the whole world was shrouded in rain, and even the metropolis was shrouded in a dense curtain of rain. The Planet Daily Building, the symbol of the metropolis, seems to have a waterfall hanging down the outer wall, and the rain hits the planet-shaped sign on the top floor, and it flows down with a clatter.

Originally, today, as a journalist, Clark Kent had a whole bunch of trivial things to do. Many people may not understand why the world's greatest creature spends so much time and energy on such small things as going to work and dealing with bosses, but those who know Superman will know that these "little things" mean a lot to him. Perhaps he felt that paying attention to these would bring him closer to the average person, which was one of his greatest desires.

So he quit the Justice League's investigation of the crime scene. Anyway, there are winged knights and Batman, and there is no need for a layman like him to intervene in such a thing as on-site investigation. If there is a table of the division of labor in the Justice League, then Superman should be placed in the position of thug and not surveyor.

But now, it's a different story.

A few minutes ago, Batman sent a contact to tell him that things were out of control. A mysterious woman travels into this world using the Flash's body as a medium and instantly brings down almost everyone. The Mother Box in the Winged Knight's armor responded to the mysterious visitor, opening a blast channel in the sky to unleash a god-like Destroyer and bring with it an army of black humanoid monsters. The Winged Knight himself disappeared into the glare released by the Mother Box.

From the woman's mouth, it was learned that the giant that emerged from the spatial rift was called the "Anti-Monitor".

"Hold on, I'll be there right away."

In an emergency, the matter of saving the world is still greater than the trivial matter of being Clark Kent, and Clark has to release the boss with a pigeon first. While no one was looking, he quickly flashed into the storage room and closed the door with his backhand, ready to unbutton his shirt. Hidden inside was the uniform with the word "S" printed on it.

Suddenly, he paused, turned his head sharply, and saw a young photographer with pockmarked faces standing behind him at some point.

"Jimmy?" "What are you doing here?" ”

Jimmy Olson, one of Clark's best friends at the newspaper, is a young photographer and a staunch admirer of Superman. Normally, he feels simple, but today Clark clearly felt different. Jimmy looks a little ...... today Ghastly?

Jimmy didn't speak, his expression was blank, as if he had been stricken. Clark realized something was wrong, but before that, Jimmy had already revealed the cuboid box with his mechanical arm.

The lines like green tendons surround the center of the dark red circle, and they look at the world coldly like a bloodshot eye.

Clark was taken aback: "Mother box!?" You are...... Where ...... from? ”

"For Darkseid." Jimmy mechanically meditated.

"For Darkseid." The mother box responds, like a partner in a chorus.

Bright light shone in the utility room, and a violent storm blew paper flying. The popping channel opened with a roar, and the boundless gravitational pull was like a black hole, pulling Clark into it without saying anything.

Another place.

The sharp sword light swept unreasonably, and the bishop leaped backwards with ease, dodging the chilling light.

It was a long knife in Canto's hand, two meters long. According to common sense, melee combat with a weapon of this length cannot be used at all, but in Cantor's hands, the long knife is like a long silver snake, wielding it freely, and the moves are like flowing water, without any hindrance.

He is so fast that it is impossible for a human being. When a knife grazed the bishop's fluttering cloak through the pillars of the basement, it easily cut it into two pieces along with the steel bars inside, as if it were cutting tofu.

Not to mention the extreme sharpness of the knife in Cantor's hand, his own arm strength was also obvious, which was very amazing.

The Bishop, on the other hand, was still lightweight, easily coping with Cantor's stormy onslaught, while still maintaining his graceful demeanor. If Cantor's attack is compared to a twelve-level tornado, then the bishop's response is more like a fluttering white cloud, leisurely and unpredictable.

"Drink!"

Cantor didn't dare to underestimate this opponent at all. He clenched the long knife in his right hand, and with a shake of his left hand, a bright dagger appeared in his hand, in stark contrast to the long knife of more than two meters. No matter how any sword master on the earth came, he couldn't imagine how the two knives with such a huge difference could be combined.

And the dagger wasn't just a knife, it was a mother box shaped into a dagger!

The light expanded in an instant, and it was the burst energy released by the mother box. Canto's whole person seemed to have turned into a part of the light, and two silver rays of light were cut out of his hands, and half of them had turned into golden flashes!

The bishop smiled meaninglessly, as if he had expected it.

His figure flashed, and he suddenly approached, and his inky cloak fluttered in the wind against the storm of light.

I couldn't see the process clearly, it was as if two meteors that turned into golden light collided with each other, and fiery flashes burst out in the air. For a moment, Cantor seemed to see a phantom in front of him, and then something that he couldn't see collided violently almost a few centimeters from the tip of his nose.

The light dissipated, the blast energy faded, and when Canto landed, he was stunned to find that his two-meter broadsword, which was as sharp as clay, had already turned into several pieces.

"Finally, I can't help but intervene?" The Bishop chuckled, fiddling with a severed knife in his hand, apparently one taken from Cantor's broadsword.

Rabona, who had been watching the battle between the two on the sidelines, did intervene just now, and if she hadn't blocked Cantor with a ribbon razor at a critical moment, Cantor's head would have been moved by her own razor.

"How...... Probably ......," Cantor shocked.

Rabona stared at the bishop vigilantly, and said in a deep voice: "It's the burst channel, he used the energy of the mother box to tear the space at the moment of the fight, and used the spatial rift as a blade to cut off your weapon. ”

"How is that possible!?" Cantor was even more shocked, "This kind of thing...... Use the pop channel as a weapon!? ”

"Yes, theoretically, it requires a high degree of integration with the mother box...... Almost to the point where the mother box itself is part of that person. "This man can't even be considered human anymore......"

"Don't be so gloomy." The bishop said briskly, pausing slightly, "But forget it, I've got what I want, and I'm not going to bother with you anymore." ”

He lifted one hand up slightly, palm facing the sky.

"I've stolen the coordinates you entered into your mother box. Then I'll have to keep going to Mirina Black. ”

The golden swirl opened, and as soon as he turned, the inky cloak vanished into the blast channel.

Neither Cantor nor Rabona pursued again, because they both understood at this moment, and the pursuit had no chance of winning...... (To be continued.) )