[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

"It's completely different from what I imagined."

After being rejected by Bruce, Tony simply ate alone. He said while throwing a pistachio in his mouth, "It's completely different."

"What?" Bruce asked.

"The fight scene between the samurai and Superman," Tony said, shrugging. "I've thought a long time ago that if these two aliens met, who would win the fight."

That said, Bruce thought, he looked like an otaku who was keen to discuss combat power, as if the fight between Superman and the samurai was a cricket fight.

Bruce didn't want to continue asking, but Tony didn't care whether he asked or not, and continued: "I thought the samurai would win, because once he made a shot, he rushed to send people into the coffin, and Superman—— I think you know him better than I do, and he's not very good at killing."

When Bruce heard it, he thought it made sense.

After all, nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

"That's why I said, it's not what I thought it would be," Tony said.

It's really not the same.

Rather, it's completely reversed.

Now it is Superman who wants to send the other party into the coffin.It is the samurai who are not willing to kill.

Ian was obviously at a disadvantage in the battle, and was punched several times by Clark.Even in the lifeboat, Tony and Bruce could see that his body had been deformed and sunken in many places, and his movements were becoming slower and slower, unable to keep up with Clark. speed.

If this continues, Ian may be beaten to death again.

However, neither Bruce nor Tony could intervene in the battle between them.

At this moment, Ian was grabbed by Clark's throat, and the hand holding the knife was also grabbed by Clark's other hand, and snapped off.

Ian frowned slightly. He lowered his eyes to Clark, whose eyes were once again red, and said, "Clark."

Yet the called one fell on deaf ears.

"...You reshaped this body." Ian continued, his tone calm, as if he was not the one who was facing a life-and-death crisis, "Don't destroy it."

[Character behavior deviation, pollution degree +0.92%]

Hawthorne: ... the deviation is the deviation, it's not too bad!

Clark finally reacted.

He seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then a painful and distorted expression appeared on his face, and he slightly loosened the hand that was holding Ian.

It was just such a dazed effort, Ian's other unbroken hand immediately stretched out like lightning, grabbed the tentacles wrapped around Clark's face without hesitation, and pulled hard——

"Tear--"

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing sticky touch, the tentacles protruding from the earholes were pulled out by the roots. Clark let out a miserable howl. The severe pain made his mind go blank, and the strength in his hands was completely relaxed. .

Ian regained his body's freedom, and his broken right hand snapped back automatically. Then he dodged behind Clark and hit him on the back of the neck with a hand knife.

Clark snorted, closed his eyes and remained still.

Ian confirmed that Clark had lost his mobility, so he put away the knife, picked up his heavy body, and floated to the door of the emergency hatch.

Tony: "...Although the process is different, the result is correct. Sure enough, the samurai won. We should have placed some bets just now."

After speaking, he threw the last pistachio into his mouth, showing a smug expression.

Bruce: "..." Who wants to bet on this with you!

The two took Superman from Ian's hands and checked his condition.

Obviously, Ian didn't hold back the knife just now, and dented the back of Clark's neck. At this time, Clark was fast asleep and could not be shaken.Other than that, there were no other wounds on his body, nor any mutations.

—ignore the words of the tentacle ripping out of his ear.

Ian glanced at Clark's current status bar.

[Clark Kent: sanity value 1/233, pollution degree 9.15%]

Hawthorne: ... Good fellow, it is true that Silk Blood has escaped.

Seeing that Clark was fine for the time being, Ian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next thing to do is very simple, as long as Clark wakes up again, he will immediately stun him and keep him in a deep sleep until his sanity returns to the safe line.

"Is he still crazy?" Tony ate a bit of pistachio, and took out a bottle of sparkling wine from the lifeboat's locker.

Bruce: "...if you put more weapons in the locker instead of champagne and cocktails, we might still be able to start to suppress Superman."

Then, they heard Ian's voice.

Ian said, "Don't let him...wake up."

There was a little imperceptible tremor in his voice, and Bruce and Tony, who were staring at Clark, remembered that he was seriously injured by Clark.

The two quickly looked at Ian. The latter was leaning against the wall at the moment, panting slightly, and the dent on his body was recovering at an extremely slow speed.

"You... are you okay?" Tony asked tentatively.

He knew that there was a high probability that nothing would happen to Ian, but the current situation still made him feel a little guilty.

If the samurai really died here, it would be a big deal.

Ian shook his head: "I'm fine, I need to rest for a while."

He threw the tentacle that had been pulled out of Clark's ear on the ground, and Tony quickly covered it with an energy shield.Afterwards, Ian slowly slid down against the wall, sat on the cold ground, and closed his eyes.

Bruce stepped forward and hugged Ian, who had fallen into a coma.He ran his arm across Ian's chest, clearly feeling the hollow and broken, unnatural bones in his chest.If calculated by human standards, it is a miracle that Shang Cheng can successfully fight against Superman like this.

"He didn't throw this kind of thing away." Tony fixed the box containing the dead tentacles dissatisfied, and took out a bunch of medicines from the locker: "He needs some Restorative spray?"

"It's not working on him," Bruce said. "He's just healing himself."

"I actually don't really understand how their cyborgs work." Tony touched his chin, and looked at Ian with his eyes closed in Bruce's arms with a little curiosity, "They don't eat, drink, or sleep. Where does the energy come from if you don’t bask in the sun?”

Bruce said: "Maybe Gestalt used some special technology to reverse the entropy in his body, which can explain why he is in the form of a child."

Tony shrugged. "So it's some kind of time technology? Maybe Dr. Pym would be happy to come in and study it."

While talking, the two carried Clark and Ian into the lounge, and then they closed the door of the lounge, allowing the two sleepy people to rest quietly inside.

"Okay." After closing the door, Tony took a deep breath and said, "What's the plan?"

Bruce looked at the holographic projection of the star map, and after pondering for a moment, he said firmly: "Go to the federal territory first and find Luther."

……

At this time, the Commonwealth Territory.

A cruiser marked "Tomorrow" has completed docking with the space station.

Luther entered the space station through the long corridor. The moment the door opened, he saw a familiar person waiting for him not far away.

Steve was standing in an inconspicuous place in the hall of the space station in his casual clothes. When he saw Luther walking in, he pressed down the brim of his hat, walked forward, and shook hands with Luther.

"I didn't expect our first meeting to be in this kind of place, Mr. Rogers." Luthor had a smile that couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Long time, Mr. Luther." Steve said a few words very politely.

The two of them didn't know each other at first, and they only stayed at the level of knowing each other's names. They could only meet because Steve had certain authority within the federal scope. He inadvertently found out about Tomorrow and learned of Luthor's existence.

Therefore, the two only chatted briefly for a few words before getting straight to the point.

"So, the only way is to make that 'samurai' you're talking about realize he's dreaming, and wake up? Kill him?" Luther frowned.

Steve shook his head: "No."

"It's too difficult." Luthor folded his hands on his chest, his bald head looked particularly shiny under the light of the space station, "Looking for a needle in a haystack."

"But it's not impossible." Steve smiled good-naturedly, "After all, we can all meet here."

Luther also smiled: "That's true."

The two chatted for a while, exchanged some information with each other, and when they were about to discuss how to proceed, the communicator hanging on Steve's ear suddenly rang.

Luther glanced at the communicator, and saw at a glance that it was the most advanced military model of the Federation at present. He felt a little itchy and wondered how he could get one for himself.

Listening to the voice from the communicator, Steve frowned after a moment and hung up the communicator.

"What?" Luther asked.

"Beyond the federal border, the sentinel array observed that there was an accident with a wanted merchant fleet." Steve said in a deep voice, and he projected the live holographic projection sent by the sentinel array in the air, "The wreckage of the fleet has been located In high-risk areas, transport ships of the highest specification are required to dispatch personnel to investigate."

In the holographic projection, the messyly cut wreckage is entangled with a fleshy mass that looks like some kind of creature, the broken and twisted tentacles stick out stiffly, and the fragments of countless limbs float in the cold and dark universe , and the broken bodies of some creatures of different races.

On the data instrument next to the projection, the nuclear radiation index has reached the most dangerous level.

"Looks like he's here for a mission?" Luther raised his eyebrows, "He's really busy."

His eyes flicked over the wreckage of the fleet, and suddenly stopped.

"Wait." Luthor took a step forward, reaching out to enlarge the holographic projection.

"Don't look closely." Steve said quickly, "These things will make people lose their minds."

"It's okay." Luthor's attention was not on the limbs and corpse fragments of those monsters. He carefully observed the incisions of the fleet fragments. After a while, he said with great certainty: "Superman did it."

Steve was a little surprised: "...Are you sure?"

Luther laughed at himself: "I wouldn't admit it even if it turned into ashes—this cut was definitely made by his hot gaze."

Steve was a little surprised and said: "The last time the sentry detected Superman's appearance in the territory of the Exterminator, but the signal was cut off soon, and there was no information afterwards. This is a surprise."

Luthor rubbed his chin, looked up at Steve and said, "I don't think your federation's military transport ship would mind adding one more person, right?"

Steve smiled.

"of course."