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

"Alien monsters, you will never achieve any of your goals."

Don't talk to yourself.

They arbitrarily assigned alien identities to others, and then made it seem like they were guarding against a conspiracy.

David sensed that this man might have some mental issues, so he stretched out a hand to absorb all the kinetic energy of the attack that caused him to crash into the mountain peak, slamming him heavily into the ground. John Coburn roared in resentment and tried to get up again.

boom!

"Do you suffer from persecution complex?"

A fist, like a meteorite falling from the sky, slammed down on his head, knocking him back to the bottom of the pit.

"Have you forgotten who caused all of this?!"

109. Chapter 108 What should I do with you?

The entire base shuddered, the crater caved in again, waves of earth rolled away, and a shockwave exploded, sweeping for dozens of meters, with no one able to get close.

Bang!

A tall figure radiating purple light, with eyes shooting out a compelling purple glow, David used his ability to manipulate energy, consuming cosmic energy to enhance his physical strength to an unprecedented degree.

Punches rained down one after another, like an earthquake, even knocking down houses near the base.

"Once this iron shell is removed, let's see if you still have the nerve to talk about ultimate weapons in front of me!"

Under his iron fist, powerful enough to sink an aircraft carrier, the silver-gray metal was no longer undamaged; fist marks and dents appeared on John Coburn's armor.

"Warning, armor damaged by five percent... eight percent..."

"How can it be?!"

John Coburn was incredulous as the blinding red light and warning sounds filled his ears.

Although the damage is not significant, even the slightest damage to the Zero Armor is unacceptable to him.

"Dr. Irons has evaluated this suit of armor and found it to be sufficient to allow a person to survive a nuclear blast, even if they are at the center."

"That's because this armor is designed for energy-based attacks!"

He threw a punch to retaliate, but was grabbed. David continued to pound him down, and the crater continued to extend downwards.

David's punch wasn't powerful enough to be comparable to a nuclear explosion, but the armor's defensive capabilities weren't that strong either.

"Prometheus metal comes in two types: consumable and volatile."

The steel-boned body is composed of consumable components; it is not only hard but, most importantly, highly malleable, one of its characteristics being its ability to absorb energy almost infinitely.

It's somewhat similar to his ability to manipulate energy, but he can only absorb it and cannot freely manipulate and release it again. Moreover, he cannot absorb the simplest kinetic energy, which is like a giant battery.

The reason why wearing this suit of armor can survive in the center of a nuclear explosion is because it can absorb the energy of the nuclear explosion.

"We cannot let him continue his attack."

With his armor continuing to be damaged, John Cohen felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. He pulled back his fist and wanted to escape from David.

laugh!

Flames erupted from the thrusters beneath his feet.

But just as he flew a body length ahead, David swiftly grabbed the armor's foot and slammed it heavily to the ground, followed by several punches.

Bang bang bang!

The chest plate of the Zero armor began to deform and shatter.

"No, stop him quickly."

We absolutely cannot let him destroy the Zero Armor!

Seeing the Zero armor begin to deform on its chest, Sam Lane's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the microphone and shouted urgently.

Bang bang bang!

They had already taken to the air to await the strafing fire of the combat helicopters.

The blows hit David like soft raindrops, having no effect whatsoever. He turned and unleashed a heat beam that swept across the sky, causing several planes to crash and explode. He then turned and delivered another punch.

Fear flickered in John Coburn's eyes; the powerful confidence that the armor had previously given him was gone.

He now felt that this suit of armor was like an iron can, and that the moment it was opened would be his death.

"No!"

John Coburn struggled angrily, throwing punches at David, but they felt like hitting a towering mountain, leaving David looking like a delicate little girl pinned to the ground, his counterattacks so laughable.

"Warning: 98 percent of the chest area of ​​the armor is damaged."

laugh!

A metallic tearing sound rang out.

The heavy breastplate was pierced, leaving a large hole. A shockwave, as if compressed into a tangible form, blasted into the armor. John Coburn's eyes bulged out, his sternum shattered and collapsed, and he was on the verge of death.

They lost the protection of their armor.

David died before his fist even landed.

"The mutable form of Prometheus metal has another ability: to cause genetic mutations that grant superpowers. However, only Steve Dayton has ever created a large number of superpowered individuals using it, so there must be a special method involved."

But it doesn't matter. Now that Prometheus metal has been invented, we can just pay a visit another day.

David straightened up, glanced at the destroyed armor, and looked at Clark.

Bang!

Just then, Clark was knocked to the ground by an RPG rocket. He flashed in front of Clark, and his energy laser swept across, engulfing a group of armed soldiers in purple light, evaporating them into the world, leaving behind pools of molten iron.

"Is it solved?"

Clark, dressed in tattered clothes and looking disheveled, stood up: "We'd better get out of here quickly."

"The mastermind behind this is still unharmed. You wait here for a moment."

David turned his head and said, then disappeared from the spot in a flash before Clark could say anything.

"Don't……"

Clark suggested leaving because he didn't want more people to die at the hands of his brother who came to rescue him, but his brother completely ignored him.

He could only watch helplessly as his younger brother left; his weakened body could do nothing.

If you want to know where the commander and person in charge of this base are, Clark, with his super hearing, would definitely know, but David doesn't think he would tell you, so he might as well use a clumsy method.

Three seconds later.

After quickly touring most of the base, a large steel gate was torn open.

The special forces soldiers were sweating profusely, their guns pointed at the door as if facing a formidable enemy.

A figure radiating intense purple light slowly walked in, ignoring the incoming bullets, and leisurely fired his gaze, causing soldiers to evaporate and disappear from the world.

In the end, only a group of fearful operators hiding in a corner and two other people remained in the room.

Ignoring the trembling men, David looked at the only two people standing in the room.

To his surprise, they were all acquaintances.

"Lex Luthor."

Given the events related to the Son of Krypton, it's not surprising that Luthor would appear here.

David suspects that Luther was the one who took advantage of Clark's kind nature to set him up, causing him to become exhausted, unconscious, and captured.

the other is……

"Sam Lane?"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man in a general's uniform, exuding a tough aura, and holding a pistol, the murderous intent surging within him froze for a moment.

"This alien gentleman?"

Do you know General Sam?

Luther was surprised.

The man spoke of his fame as if he were talking about a dead man, but he seemed somewhat surprised when he mentioned Sam Lane.

"You don't seem afraid?"

David flashed forward, grabbed Luther by the neck, lifted him up, and narrowed his eyes.

Luther is a paranoid, arrogant, selfish, and also a mad genius, but he is not a fearless person. On the contrary, he cherishes his life and often shows fear of death when faced with a crisis.

"what……"

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and Sam Lane instinctively raised his gun to fire, but the heat ray that followed instantly heated the pistol. A searing pain shot through him, and he cried out in agony, throwing the red-hot pistol away in a disheveled state.

“Stand there quietly. I haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”

He didn't feel anything when they were on screen, but when they were face to face, that cold and powerful aura hit him hard. Sam Lane felt a tightness in his chest, a little breathless, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his back. His whole body was stiff and cold, and he dared not move.

"I just happened to be here to talk some business with General Ryan."