Luke didn’t know much about what happened in Central City that made Batman send him an urgent message.
‘Was it Sinestro?’
‘But, could the Flash, Superman, and Batman be taken care of with just one ring with the power of will?’
‘That was a bit exaggerated.’
Luke flew over Central City with such doubts.
He wore the Green Lantern Ring, which was fully charged. He scanned the whole city for the number of lifeforms while searching for Barry and the others.
“Doctor Wayne.”
According to the target location given by the lantern ring, Luke first went to Barry’s apartment and found Thomas Wayne, who was unconscious.
Fragments of a vase were scattered on the floor and a syringe that had been thrown away.
“Was it the clown? Were they in some kind of forbidden game? “
Luke spat out. Fortunately, Batman was only injected with a large dose of the tranquilliser, temporarily lost consciousness, and wasn’t in any real danger.
Those villains were always so ‘gentle.’
They only had their own arch-enemies in their eyes.
Just like Sinestro vs Hal Jordan, Reverse-Flash vs Barry …
As for the other superheroes?
Sorry, not familiar, not interested.
The light of will gushed out from Luke’s lantern ring and enveloped Batman.
It was as if a completely unscientific holy light spell had awakened the other party.
This was one of the advantages of the lantern ring.
Having all kinds of auxiliary functions.
With enough willpower, it could be called an all-purpose tool.
“A red bolt of lightning?”
Thomas Wayne, who was awake, quickly told Luke what had happened. Luke listened thoughtfully, ‘Reverse-Flash and Sinestro formed an alliance?’
‘So, Reverse-Flash pacified Batman, who could potentially interfere with the plan, and Sinestro tackled the Flash.’
‘This division of labour was interesting.’
‘What about Superman?’
Although Kal-El was in a weak state, with no sunshine since childhood, smashing Sinestro to bits wouldn’t be a problem for him.
The only thing to worry about was probably Superman’s poor mental capacity.
Therefore, every time before a big event occurs…
He will go offline early due to various accidents and traps.
“Dr Wayne, you stay here and don’t move around.”
Luke tapped on the lantern ring’s simulated light screen and traced Kal-El’s location, and found that it was in the nearby block, not far away.
With those words, he crashed through the ceiling of Barry’s apartment and flew straight through.
“Can’t you go through the front door?”
Thomas Wayne looked up at the huge hole, shook his head and said so.
He wasn’t going to reimburse the Flash for the roof.
…
…
In a matter of moments, Luke arrived at the location where Kal-El was.
And then —
As soon as he landed, he saw skinny Superman being beaten.
“Kryptonian?”
Luke found a tall man wearing a special combat suit with an ‘S’ on his chest.
With each of the opponent’s moves, it generated a surge of violent power.
Muscles twisted together like steel wires.
It was like a raised mountain, shaking the air.
Compared with the thin skinny Superman, this man was more like the son of Krypton.
Boom!
A heavy punch slammed into Kal-El’s face, causing a large trail of blood.
Skinny Superman seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer and staggered back a few steps.
The tall man, who seemed to be very good at fighting, chased after him, closing in again.
Both eyes emitted a crimson beam of light that struck Kal-El in the chest.
The latter’s feet left the ground, pulled a straight line, and fell into a store with a “Bang!”.
He was like a baseball that had been knocked out, passing through the walls of shops and streets. The remaining momentum didn’t stop until he smashed into a car.
The metal door dented, and the glass shattered.
Large areas of smoke and dust, like the waves of the sea, swelled and rose up.
‘It’s probably the secret weapon of the military. ‘
Luke stood by silently, having no intentions of fighting.
Anyway, his little cousin wouldn’t die for a while. If he wanted to learn how to fight with others, he had to start somewhere.
Speaking of which, Kal-El’s strength wasn’t inferior to the military’s secret weapon.
However, he had been passively suffering injuries, acting as a thick sandbag.
“The government, Sinestro, and Reverse-Flash …”
Luke noted their names in his heart and was ready to end them all.
Through Super Vision, he found that the cells in the tall man’s body were very close to those of a Kryptonian, probably a replica of Superman, similar to Bizarro.
This was normal. Kal-El had been in the hands of the military for 30 years, and it was impossible for them not to have any results.
If Lex Luthor, the scientist, had that much time to study Superman, he might have produced a Kryptonian legion.
“That hurts.”
The simple thinking skinny Superman felt the pain all over his body and felt a mass of anger inside.
He shouted angrily and accelerated like a supersonic fighter jet travelling at low altitude, ramming hard into the tall man.
However, the latter just sneered. His excellent dynamic vision captured the full trajectory of Kal-El’s movement.
He dodged aside. The turbulent air smashed on him without causing any harm.
The powerful palm opened. Between the crackles, he accurately grasped skinny Superman’s right leg, pulling the thin figure away.
Boom!
Like a sandbag!
Kal-El’s body was in direct contact with the cold hard ground.
Spider web-like cracks instantly blossomed and raised a cloud of dust.
“You’re not even as good at fighting as a kindergartener.”
The tall man commented.
His real name was Sinclair. He was a lieutenant and one of the first soldiers to be drafted into Project Superman.
Out of over 400 candidates in the same period, he was the only one who survived and thoroughly adapted to the transformation process from the Krypton cells.
Although General Lane later recruited three groups of soldiers, one after another.
But the horrible failure rate of nobody succeeding made the military abandon the idea of replicating Superman.
Sinclair became a unique existence, codenamed ‘Subject Zero’.
As Luke suspected, he was the military’s secret weapon and its greatest asset.
“The superhuman power is a waste on you.”
Sinclair’s foot almost crushed Kal-El’s sternum.
“If I could have all of it, the United States would be the most powerful nation in the world.”
The Lieutenant had a simple mind and was a soldier who only obeyed orders.
His heart was filled with how to make the light of freedom and democracy of America shine on every corner of the Earth.
Boom! Boom!
Sinclair stomped his foot again, kicking the skinny Superman into vomiting blood.
In the past, he stayed in the secret base underground in Metropolis and never even had the chance to let off steam.
Now, he could finally come out to perform a mission, so the Lieutenant was very excited.
Bloodlust, mania, impulsiveness … All kinds of emotions surged inside.
“Hey, I’m a little upset that you’re beating up my cousin like that.”
Seeing that his Kryptonian’s younger cousin was about to be killed, Luke finally stood up.
According to his observation, Sinclair was basically a weaker form of Superman.
He was also a bully that Karl-El couldn’t fight; otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to be so arrogant.
“It’s another Kryptonian …”
Sinclair stopped and looked at Luke, approaching from the other side of the street.
“You’re the one who threatened General Lane with an intergalactic war, right?”
Luke curled his lips but didn’t answer.
The Kryptonian fleet was just his nonsense. He didn’t expect the military to believe it.
“If I bring you back to the general, he would praise me.”
Sinclair, like a beast, stared at Luke as he approached, grinning, “I’ll be an American hero! No, hero of the world!”
Swish!
The Lieutenant decisively gave up on Karl-El, who was lying on the ground, unable to fight any more, and went straight for his opponent’s cousin.
Rumble —
Seeing Sinclair leaving an afterimage and the atmosphere continuously snapping with sonic booms…
Before a single breath, he approached Luke.
The latter looked calm and didn’t bat an eye.
He stretched out his right hand, made a fist, and swung out.
Nothing fancy. It was very simple!
Sinclair, who flashed by, as if on his own accord, sent himself to Luke’s fist.
Crack! Crack!
The fist pierced through the Lieutenant’s torso, striking flesh and bone like a sharp blade.
The strong flesh, hard as steel, was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this blow.
Bang!
The Earth seemed to shake so hard that the aftershock radiated to the surrounding neighbourhoods.
“I’m …”
Sinclair lowered his head and saw a huge hole in his chest.
The flesh, blood, and organs, organs, were all crushed by the terrifying force.
“This punch is 20 years’ worth of power.”
It was only then that Luke slowly opened his mouth.
He smiled at the corners of his mouth and walked right past Sinclair, who was standing still.
After walking some distance away, Sinclair’s tall body burst open and exploded into a sticky mass of flesh and blood.
