I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"However, according to the planned schedule, it will take at least six more months of testing before the Iron Warrior can be safely completed."

"If the general activates the armor so rashly, Sergeant Koben could potentially die from brain overload during the neural connection process."

He snapped out of his daze and said hurriedly and quickly.

He has been preparing and training for this plan for five years.

A qualified soldier is never afraid of battle or death; I've already called John over.

Sam Ryan shouted in an unyielding tone.

On the base's monitoring screen, a tank aimed at the two men and fired a shell. The huge warhead whistled through the air and was detonated in mid-air by a laser beam pointed at by David.

He and Clark were unharmed, but the missile exploded, leaving a group of soldiers dismembered and dead.

Amidst the billowing smoke, severely wounded and mangled soldiers lay on the ground, howling and screaming in agony.

The armed men looked at the figure that finally emerged from the base room, their bodies trembling like leaves, their hearts filled with fear.

"Monster, help!"

"Save me, I don't want to die!"

Some soldiers with weak wills shouted that they hated their parents for not giving them two more legs, and turned to run away into the distance.

"This is a monster that no human can defeat!"

It seemed as if death followed wherever the enemy went; in a short time, nearly a hundred people died at his hands, and their guns and cannons could not even temporarily stop his advance.

Fear and despair spread through everyone's hearts.

In the control room, Luther raised an eyebrow after listening to the conversation between Sam Lane and the doctor.

"Iron Warrior?"

"Lex Luthor, what you just heard was all top military secret. I'll have you sign a confidentiality agreement in a bit."

If what happened today is leaked, you will be arrested on charges of treason and leaking state secrets.

Sam Lane gave him a cold look.

"General, I understand the advantages and disadvantages."

However, this guy's physical body seems to be no weaker than Superman's, and his energy release ability is clearly stronger than Superman's.

Luther raised his hands as if to surrender, and smiled slowly.

"Can your steel soldiers' individual combat capabilities match those of heavy tanks?"

On the screen, a heavy tank weighing over 100 tons, with steel armor 200 millimeters thick, was just shattered by a single energy laser cannon shot, reduced to scrap metal flowing with molten iron.

"Just wait and see."

Neither he nor Superman can escape!

As soldiers fell one by one, Sam Lane's eyes burned with fury that seemed to materialize as he stared intently at the figure emitting purple light on the screen.

The Zero armor is made entirely of expensive and top-secret Prometheus metal, which is unknown to the outside world and is the hardest metal in the world. The Prometheus Project was designed as the first line of defense against possible alien invaders.

It also shoulders the important task of preserving the flame of human civilization in the face of an irresistible alien invasion, making it the ultimate weapon that the White House and the military have high hopes for!

Chapter 107. Metal Armor Capable of Withstanding David's Attacks (Chapter 106)

"Sergeant Koben, neural access can be painful."

In the room with the red alarm light flashing, Irons, a bead of sweat on his forehead, hurriedly gave a warning.

On the experimental table, John Coburn was helped by the lab staff to put on a powerful-looking mech suit, entirely made of silver-gray metal, with only his head sticking out.

He exuded the aura of an elite soldier, though there was a hint of arrogance between his brows. He was a soldier handpicked and trained by General Ryan, the elite of the elite among special forces.

Do you know how I've spent the last five years?

PhD."

A crazy smile spread across his face.

"Of course I know." The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead. In fact, he had also participated in the formulation of that hellish training plan.

Besides honing the body, the most important thing is to temper the will, so that under all kinds of brutal training, the will becomes as tough as steel and can bear the armor.

"Then let's go, Doctor."

As nerve devices were inserted into the back of his head, John Coburn groaned twice, his face contorting with eager anticipation and excitement.

"I have been preparing for this moment for five years, and I can't wait to experience the power of the Zero Armor."

"I heard that Lois is very interested in that Superman and has been following him around Metropolis trying to interview him. After today, Superman will be a shooting star that briefly streaks across the sky, and no one will remember him."

John Coburn, who had been Louise Lane's childhood friend and had always harbored feelings for her, made no attempt to conceal his ruthlessness.

"Now, connect to the power."

Almost all the electricity stored in the base was poured into the mech. John Coburn seemed to become one with the mech, and his eyes even flashed with electricity. He roared in pain as if he were being tortured by electric shocks.

"Oh my god, his heart rate... 150, 200..."

The researchers gripped the tablet that was monitoring human data frantically, their hearts racing.

"His heart is about to explode!"

"Quickly, save them!" Several researchers rushed forward.

"No need, I can feel it..."

But John Coburn stood up with a hint of madness on his face, clenching his hands, which seemed to possess infinite power. His armor seemed to become an extension of his body, and he could feel this power.

"I've never felt this good!"

He now felt incredibly powerful.

Prometheus? He remembered the internal name of this grand plan.

"If I were Prometheus from mythology, I wouldn't choose to steal; I would choose to kill Zeus and seize the fire from the heavens for humankind."

Hahaha!

John Coburn threw his head back and laughed wildly. He put on his helmet and leaped through the thick concrete ceiling, like breaking through a fragile eggshell. With the help of the thrusters, he soared into the air to a height of 100 meters.

The wind whistled in my ears.

He looked at the display projection inside his armor helmet, locking onto an unstoppable figure in the base, radiating purple light. The thrusters beneath his feet spewed out energy flames, shooting out like a missile. Muscle bundles made of metal bulged high as he raised his fist.

"A monster whose nature is unknown."

"I'll make you the first alien scum to fall to the Zero Armor!"

"careful.

Something is flying towards us at incredible speed.

Clark, with his eyes closed, twitched his ears and hurriedly reminded his brother that they were faster than the Blackbird fighter jet.

"High-tech battle armor capable of being used in combat?"

To alleviate the suffering of some soldiers severely wounded by missiles, and to send them to another world, David looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The armor was not bulky at all; it was agile and swift, and its technological sophistication seemed to be at least on par with Iron Man's Mark II.

call out!

The powerful armor easily broke the sound barrier, arriving in an instant with an invincible and powerful aura.

In an instant, a bright purple light shone from David's fist, and energy gathered into a sphere. He stood on the ground with his slender body and calmly threw a punch, which collided fiercely with the steel fist.

Bang!

Soldiers on the concrete ground of the base were blown away like straw, and armored vehicles weighing several tons were lifted up like matchboxes by the surging air currents.

The earth cracked under the collision of unimaginable and terrifying forces.

Fragments of cement were blasted into the air, and waves of exposed soil surged and crashed outwards, as if a meteorite had struck, creating a crater several meters in diameter.

The entire base was trembling.

Dust fell from the ceiling. Staring at the gaping hole in the Zero armor, Irons crouched on the ground, clutching his head, a bad feeling creeping over him.

It seems John Coburn survived the neural access, but there's a feeling that five years of brutal training have made Coburn mentally unstable.

Bang!

With a muffled groan and his ears ringing, Clark was thrown back by the blast wave, crashing into a forklift that was unloading goods, leaving him in a sorry state.

David turned his head and glanced at him. There was no need to worry about Clark. No matter how weak he was, his physical strength remained unchanged. He then looked back at the armor in front of him.

Apart from the helmet, chest, and armor on the feet and hands, the rest of the armor consisted of high, bulging steel muscle bundles that gleamed with metallic luster. The silver-gray armor exuded a powerful sense of oppression, like an unshakeable mountain.

"Upon closer inspection, it looks completely different from the Mark 2, and its strength is worlds apart."

He glanced at the steel gauntlet that had collided with his fist, and it hadn't shattered or even left a dent.

David raised an eyebrow and unleashed a powerful kick with lightning speed.

The nearly two-meter-tall Zero armor flew backward, and he gripped the ground with his five fingers, roughly carving deep marks on the ground to stop its momentum.