American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 224 Dio: This is my kingdom! Clark!

The convoy roared through the rain, finally coming to a screeching halt at the entrance to Pier 7.

The tires screeched as they scraped across the wet, slippery ground, splashing up murky water.

Gordon pushed open the car door, and before he could even put on his raincoat, the icy rain soaked him through.

Brock and the other officers quickly got out of the car and used the car door as cover, raising their guns and aiming.

But even these seasoned police officers couldn't help but gasp at the sight before them.

The dock area looked as if it had just experienced a natural disaster.

The once neatly stacked containers were now askew, like discarded building blocks. Some were even torn apart, with their contents scattered all over the ground, soaking in rainwater.

The wooden pier was broken, and the crane lay twisted and limp beside it, emitting an ominous creak.

In the heart of this devastation, a massive gray shadow, nearly three meters tall, is raging in the torrential rain.

Its muscles were abnormally bulging, and its deathly dark gray skin gleamed eerily under the rain, like a wet tombstone.

Bare-chested with only a tattered cloth around his waist, his movements appeared clumsy, but every punch he threw carried devastating power.

It simply grabbed a heavy iron crate.

With a deafening roar, they could break a large hole in the wall of the dock warehouse.

"What the hell is that?!" A young police officer's voice trembled, and his hand holding the gun shook uncontrollably.

"Whatever it is! Fire! Suppress it!" Gordon roared, rain dripping from his chin. "We can't let it leave the dock! The dockside residential area is right outside!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out!
A hail of bullets rained down on the gray giant, the muzzle flashes briefly in the rain.

But these seemingly indestructible bullets, when they struck Grandi's gray skin, only produced a few muffled thuds, as if they had been shot into soaking mud.

Occasionally, a few bullets seemed to embed themselves in its muscles, but they only made it sway slightly before the wounds began to heal at a visible speed, without a single drop of blood flowing out!
It ignored the harassment and continued to focus on destroying everything in its path.

"Damn it! It's useless!"

Brock cursed as he emptied the magazine.

Seeing the monster unharmed, he felt a wave of nausea and vomiting.

"Liam! You fucking do something! I gave you the best sniper rifle in our department!" He grabbed the pager from his collar and yelled, "Do something! You're the best soldier!"

"Damn it, stop yelling, you fat bastard!"

On top of a tall container at the dock, Liam was holding his breath in a perfect shooting position, his crosshairs firmly fixed on Grandi's seemingly defenseless, massive back of the head.

"Calm down...lock on..."

Liam cut off the tirade coming from the Brock pager, his breathing steady, his finger on the trigger.

After all, this was a large-caliber, specially made armor-piercing round that he had picked out from the armory; theoretically, it was even capable of penetrating light armor!
"Target locked, fire?" he asked habitually.

Hearing the report over the radio, Gordon gritted his teeth, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. "Clearance to fire! Repeat, clearance to fire!"

"boom--!"

A deep, muffled bang, unlike any ordinary rifle shot, pierced the rain!

The armor-piercing round spun out of the barrel at an extremely high initial velocity and struck Grandi precisely in the back of the head!
hit!

All the police officers who witnessed this scene were overjoyed.

Grandi's massive body staggered forward abruptly, his movements halting!

"Hit!"

Someone couldn't help but gasp.

But this hope was short-lived.

Grandi turned around with extreme stiffness.
There was indeed a dent on the back of its head, and the gray skin was cracked, but there was no blood, only a mud-like substance slowly seeping out.

It then recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It even seemed to enrage him, making its empty, lifeless eyes...
At this moment, an inhuman rage ignited!

He stared intently at Liam, the sniper atop the container in the distance!
"Roar--!!!"

"Grandi!"

A roar more ferocious than thunder exploded from the depths of its throat, briefly suppressing even the sound of the torrential rain.

Ignoring the ruins beneath its feet, its massive body charged toward Liam with a speed completely disproportionate to its size!

It casually tossed aside the container blocking its path, sending it flying with a deafening crash.

"Liam! Retreat! Retreat!"

Gordon yelled into the radio, but it was too late.
Grandi's goal was clear, and hatred was completely ignited!
As Liam watched the monster charge toward him with a devastating aura through the scope, his face turned deathly pale.

He tried to change position, but Grandi was faster than he could have imagined.

Conventional force appears so pale and ridiculous in the face of this supernatural terror.

As Gordon watched the unstoppable gray shadow loom, listening to the exclamations of his men and the rapid breathing of Liam on the radio, he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

He grabbed his phone abruptly and practically yelled:
"How long are you going to keep going?!"

"boom--!!!"

Gordon's words were abruptly interrupted by a deafening bang!
The sound wasn't an explosion; it was more like the muffled thud of an extremely heavy object impacting something at supersonic speed, enough to stop your heart!
Even the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, and ripples spread across the accumulated water.

Gordon's heart sank, and a cold, desolate feeling washed over him.

I almost dared not look ahead, the horrific image of Liam and the container being crushed flashing through my mind.

Blood mingled with rainwater flowed on the dock, like the city's wounds that would never heal.

"Gordon...Gordon...! Look...look ahead!"

Brock's voice trembled with disbelief as he tugged hard at his arm.

Suppressing his immense grief, Gordon looked with difficulty in the direction Brock was pointing—

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing stopped.

Directly beneath the beam of the searchlight that pierced the rain in the dock area.
A figure is silently suspended in mid-air.

He was dressed in a red and blue battle suit, the colors standing out vividly and purely against the pale beams of light and the dim, rainy night.
The large red cloak behind him fluttered in the wind and rain.

The golden 'S' on his chest shone brightly in the light, like the brightest star in the darkness.

The source of that loud noise just now...

Gordon shifted his gaze to a spot not far away.

The once arrogant gray monster was now deeply embedded in a pile of twisted container ruins!
It struggled to get up, covered in mud and rain, letting out angry and confused roars, but it was clear that it had just suffered an unimaginable blow!

It's that person floating in the light...

It was him, at the critical moment!
At a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, it intercepted Grandi's deadly charge at the sniper and sent the terrifying monster flying!
The rain continued to drizzle, and the gunfire had ceased at some point. An eerie silence fell over the entire dock area, leaving only Grandy's unwilling roar and the sound of the wind and rain.

All the officers stared in disbelief at the figure suspended in the beam of light, as if witnessing a myth descend to earth.

Gordon opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The phone was still pressed against his ear, and all that could be heard from it was the crackling of static.

Looking at that red and blue figure, looking at his upright posture in the rain, as if he could support the entire rainy night.

Gordon's nerves, which had been taut to the point of near breakage, miraculously relaxed a little at this moment.

In Gotham.
When you feel that the world has become so dark and hopeless that there is no more hope.

perhaps…

There really might be a glimmer of light, a miracle.

after all
Gotham itself is a mystery, isn't it?

Suspended in mid-air, rainwater slid down Clark's jawline.

He glanced at Liam, the sniper who was slumped on the ground atop the container behind him, still shaken, and confirmed that he was safe for the time being.

His gaze quickly swept across a certain spot high in the sky.
There, Mr. Blake was hidden behind the clouds, nodding slightly to indicate that he would handle it himself.

calm
Clark took a deep breath. This wasn't training; this was real combat.

His gaze returned to the monster struggling to its feet from the rubble of the shipping containers.

With his eyes slightly focused, he immediately pierced through the rain curtain, attempting to analyze its structure.
Well, apart from its skeleton, this guy's body contained no flesh or blood whatsoever; it was as if his entire body was just a lump of mud, filled with a chaotic flow of energy.
His thermal vision instinctively focused, but Clark managed to suppress the urge.

If we detonate what's inside, we're doomed.
Mr. Blake just said that extreme caution must be exercised in urban areas.
Especially when facing an unknown enemy.

Physical attacks have limited effectiveness, but its regenerative abilities are extremely strong…

Clark evaluated it for a while.
That means it can't be allowed near warehouses or crowds anymore.

We must distract it, or...

Let's find a more open space to relieve ourselves.

"Grandi! Roar—!"

With a deafening roar, Grandi's empty eyes were fixed on the new target in the air that had just knocked it away.

It's now!

Clark took a deep breath, suppressing the nervousness of facing such a monster for the first time.

He deliberately lowered his hovering height, landing in a relatively open loading and unloading area between Grandi and the dock warehouse area.

He raised one hand and beckoned to Grandi with his finger.

Despite his heart pounding like a drum, his voice deliberately carried a calm defiance, clearly piercing through the sound of rain and the monster's roar:
"Hey! Big guy! I'm your opponent."

He tilted his head slightly, raindrops dripping from the ends of his black hair. "Or are you just someone who bullies bricks and wood that won't fight back?" Grandi's movements froze.

Seemingly sensing the humiliation in the words, his empty eyes locked onto Clark.
A deeper, more dangerous gurgling sound came from his throat.

Like the rumble of thunder before a storm.

It abandoned its attempt to continue demolishing the nearby warehouse, turned its massive body completely around, and with each step it caused the ground to tremble slightly, focusing all its anger and attention on the red and blue figure that dared to provoke it.

Clark breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If the first step is successful and attention is drawn, it means that as long as the tactics are appropriate, greater damage and casualties can be avoided.

He assumed a defensive stance, his bio-force field rippled slightly around him, deflecting the cold rain.

Clark stretched his arms. The next step was to find the monster's weakness, or…

We need to find a way to get it away from here.

Mr. Blake watched from the air, while police officers and citizens watched from a distance.

This is his first battle as Superman.

He must win.

Moved.

From Gordon and the others' perspective below.

The figure blurred instantly, transforming into a red lightning bolt that tore through the rain.

It didn't strike in a straight line, but moved around Grandi at an extremely high speed, creating a violent whirlwind that splashed the surrounding water everywhere.

"Oh!"

Clark clenched his right fist, deliberately controlling most of his strength, and delivered a powerful punch straight to Grandi's ribs.

But all that came was a muffled thud, as if striking a thick, water-soaked leather.

Grandi's massive body merely swayed, the part that was hit caved in, but it didn't even cry out in pain. It just lashed out at the spot where Clark had been standing, only to hit the air and rain.

Use super speed to retreat quickly.

Hovering a short distance away, Clark narrowed his eyes, his super vision focusing on the spot where Grandi had just been hit and was rapidly recovering.

The dent was visibly wriggling and returning to its original state!

This guy has amazing physical resistance and regeneration speed...

Moreover, he was able to notice this during the recovery process.
Those gray muscle fibers seemed to writhe with life, like a bubbling, man-eating swamp.
It's even absorbing something from the air...

Cold energy?

Is it rainwater?
Or is it something inherent in Gotham itself?

But in short, Clark won't let it grow stronger so easily!

He appeared behind Grandi in a flash, this time not with his fists, but with both hands grabbing Grandi's incredibly strong arms, and with his feet pushing off, he twisted his core!

"rise!"

Clark let out a low shout, his muscles bulging, and his power exploding!
Grandi's heavy body was shaken, his feet left the ground, and he was swung up violently!
"boom!"

A standard over-the-shoulder throw!
Clark slammed this behemoth into the empty loading and unloading area!

"Quickly! Take action! Take action!"

Gordon suppressed his shock and roared into the radio.

He saw that the red and blue figure had successfully drawn the monster's full attention and seemed to be probing and shifting the battlefield in some way.

This is undoubtedly a golden opportunity!
"All units! Groups B and C! Immediately evacuate all personnel who may be stranded in the western area of ​​the dock! Inspect every warehouse, every corner!"

"Team D! Establish an outer perimeter cordon and block all entrances to Pier Seven. Do not allow anyone to enter! Team E! Ambulances, prepare to receive the wounded!"

His commands were clear and swift, and years of experience came into play at this moment.

The officers, having recovered from their initial shock, felt a sense of security as they saw the chief regain his composure and take command.

They quickly suppressed their curiosity and awe towards the aerial acrobat and began to act according to the plan.

Police cars with their lights on began setting up roadblocks and cordons in the outer areas.

Braving the rain, the team of officers carefully ventured into the dock area, knocking on warehouse doors one by one in search of dockworkers or homeless people who might be trapped.

Sniper Liam was also rescued from the top of the container by his comrades and quickly sent to the rear.

While directing the evacuation, Brock couldn't help but frequently look back at the dazzling battle in the center of the battlefield, muttering, "Where did this guy... come from?"

“I don’t know, just like you always say, Gotham is a mystery, Brock.” Gordon gave a wry smile, pulled down his hat brim, and casually lit a cigarette.

The orange-red sparks flickered in the gray rain, reflecting the lingering weariness between his brows.

He leaned against the police car, his eyes urgently following the red and blue figure that nimbly darted through the air, letting the rain drip down the brim of his hat and spread watermarks on his trench coat.

"boom!"

The deafening roar of punches tearing through the rain curtain, each impact causing the water droplets in the air to tremble.

The battle between Clark and Grandy has also reached a tense stalemate.

He possesses the advantages of speed and strength, yet he seems to be bound by invisible chains.

Every punch, every impact, required precise calculation of angle and force, lest the dissipated energy ripple through the surrounding crumbling warehouses.
His exceptional hearing allowed him to detect the suppressed, fearful breathing behind distant bunkers.
Many civilians seemed to be hiding in various areas of the dock, which prevented him from making a decisive move.

And what's worse is the rain falling from the sky.
It seems that it's not just rainwater that's affecting this monster.
They dripped onto its gray skin, as if attracted and absorbed by some invisible force.

Grandi's already terrifying power, coupled with the continuous rain, is growing slowly and steadily at a visible rate!

The enormous body swelled continuously in the rain.

现在
It looks like it's already four meters tall?!

"Roar--!"

The roar grew deeper, and the pounding of the ground became even more intense!

"boom!"

Grandy grabbed a half-damaged shipping container and hurled it at Clark like a boulder.

Just as Clark was about to dodge to the side, his super vision caught sight of three shivering dockworkers huddled in a small, seemingly empty tool shed behind him!
Don't hide!
His eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he gave up the best opportunity to dodge.

His body shifted to the side in an instant, and he took the heavy blow with his back!
"Boom!"

The container slammed into his biofield with a sickening metallic groan, and the immense impact caused him to stagger forward.

Although he was unharmed, the energy consumed by passive defense and the momentary stagnation still exposed his weakness.

Grandi seized the opportunity, his massive body swirling with a foul stench as he lunged forward, his arms clamping down like giant pincers, trying to grab and crush Clark!
Clark reacted quickly, instinctively grabbing Grandi's arm, pushing off with his feet, and twisting his waist and abdomen.
However.
This time, Grandi's power, amplified by the rain, exceeded his expectations!
Those green arms were like iron pillars rooted to the ground, completely still!

Instead, his other hand suddenly grabbed his red cloak, which was billowing up, and the huge pulling force made him lean backward!
In a contest of strength, he was actually at a disadvantage!
Oops!

Clark's alarm bells rang, and he hurled an elbow at Grandy's face!
But Grandi's other hand, accompanied by a fierce wind, reached for his head!

Judging from his posture, it seems he wants to crush me like a watermelon!
Clark's eyes reddened slightly, and his intense gaze was immediately palpable!

but.
"Om..."

Clark felt a moment of disorientation, as if time and space were being slightly distorted by some invisible force.

Next!

"boom--!!!!"

A deafening roar, far more muffled than any of the previous collisions, resounded!

That gray giant that was so close!

Its enormous body flew backward in an extremely exaggerated parabolic arc!
It pierced through the thick curtain of rain, crossed the chaotic dock area, and with splashing rain and a roar of resentment, crashed like a meteorite onto an abandoned ocean liner moored hundreds of meters away on the dark surface of Gotham Bay!
The enormous impact caused the rusty cargo ship to shake violently, groaning under the strain.

The center of the battlefield was deserted.

Only the patter of rain and Clark's soft breathing remained.

He stared in astonishment in the direction Grandi had disappeared, still not fully understanding what had happened.

But a voice filled with undisguised sarcasm suddenly rang out from the shadows of a pile of containers to the side and behind:

"Can't you even handle a rotting zombie that moves on curses and rain? Clark."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Clark turned his head sharply.

Dio had appeared there without anyone noticing.

He leaned lazily against a twisted shipping container, his hands in his pockets, as if he were just passing by.

His golden hair remained perfectly styled even in the rain, and his handsome face held a condescending scrutiny, his scarlet eyes filled with merciless contempt.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the somewhat disheveled Clark, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"It seems you've learned to fly, but your fighting mind, along with those ridiculous glasses, seems to have been left in the cornfield on the farm."

"Dio, what are you doing here?"

Dior snorted coldly, his eyes lazily glancing at Chief Gordon, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, his voice tinged with displeasure:

“This is Gotham, my kingdom, Clark,” Dio declared, as if asserting his dominance. “Know your place! I should be asking you the questions.”

"Who gave you the right to show up on my turf dressed like that, acting like a pervert and playing superhero?"
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PS:

I just saw the news that the latest issue of the comic is going to reboot the universe again.

In order to fight against Darkseid, the King of Omega, the Time Trapped have revived the reboot plan that they had abandoned.

Since we can't defeat Darkseid, let's reboot the universe and delete Darkseid.
It's too hard to hold.
And Barry's recent DC Universe Anecdotes, Volume 4, is even more important.

So I went to tidy up the settings again, and it's a bit late today.

(End of this chapter)