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

"Robo the Wolf, the number one bounty hunter in the universe, is one of the very few people who possess power no less than that of the Son of Krypton. In addition, his immortality is practically a bug. He can recover even if he only has a drop of blood left. His soul can also separate from his body and exist independently or possess other creatures while retaining his original abilities. In some ways, he is even more troublesome than the Son of Krypton."

"Of course he had no hostility, because killing and madness flowed in his blood; it was his instinct, as simple as eating and drinking."

David spoke, and what he said caused everyone's expressions to change drastically.

"He can hum a leisurely tune while slaughtering everyone on the planet."

"How do you know? Did he ever do that?" Arthur asked.

"That's right, that planet is still his home planet."

His next words drove the group even crazier, their eyes filled with horror and indignation.

How many heartless and insane people would raise their swords against their own kind and slaughter everyone on their home planet?

"The one who transcends is right."

This madman is the universe's number one mercenary; the files say there's no mission he can't complete.

Hal Jordan turned pale.

He searched the cosmic database contained in the lamp ring and found information about the Wolf, a mission log that was hundreds of pages long and reeked of nauseating blood, telling the story of this person's violence and horror!

"what is that?"

"That's so cool, a flying motorcycle?"

Which company developed this high-tech marvel?

"Such excellent taste! Look at the lines of this motorcycle, full of violent aesthetics. I'd order it right away!"

The arrival of the Wolfman caused a commotion in the metropolis, but then people started excitedly discussing it, thinking it was some kind of performance advertisement. After all, the rock-and-roll studded leather jacket, black smoky makeup, and heavy motorcycle were all unmistakable symbols of Earth's culture.

If I didn't completely not recognize him, I would have thought he was some wild rock star.

"A bunch of brainless idiots."

Looking at the people pointing and whispering about him below, Wolfy contemptuously took a puff of his cigar, pulled out a few seeds from his waist, and casually tossed them onto the street.

The green pea-like seeds burrowed into the soil as soon as they touched it, growing rapidly until they became monsters resembling man-eating flowers, dozens of meters tall. Their enormous heads cast large shadows that shrouded the streets. People gaped in terror, their legs trembling as they fled, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

"Help!"

Looking into those scarlet eyes, they instantly realized that this guy might not be from Earth, or at least not a good person.

"I'll stop him!"

A gust of wind blew through the Hall of Justice, and Clark hurriedly threw down a sentence before rushing into the city.

"And I."

A flash of yellow lightning, and Barry Allen vanished from his spot to save the people who were about to be eaten by the alien plants.

The remaining few people all looked serious and quickly packed their equipment, ready to set off.

This is likely to be a tough battle, after all, this is the number one mercenary in the universe. There are so many planets in the universe, the number is astronomical and dizzying to even think about. And this guy can become the number one in the entire universe in the mercenary industry, which is known for violence and killing. His strength is probably beyond doubt.

"Metropolis, is this a coincidence?"

With his super vision penetrating through layers of obstacles, David surveyed the wolves flying over the metropolis, rubbing his chin with two fingers, a glint of malice in his eyes.

It's probably not that coincidental.

What could possibly attract the universe's number one bounty hunter to this remote 'countryside planet,' or is he heading straight for the metropolis?

With pinpoint accuracy, it dropped its biological weapon and then made no further moves, seemingly leisurely smoking a cigar while enjoying the violence and chaos below.

"They're after me and Clark?"

177. Chapter 175 It's none of your business, Uncle Robert.

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A terrifying heat beam shot out from the horizon, cleanly severing several giant, man-eating plants that were ravaging the metropolis.

A flash of yellow lightning streaked across the ground as the Flash swiftly transported the people on the surrounding streets several miles away. With two skid marks, he stopped, revealing his body at lightning speed, and looked solemnly at the man on the heavy motorcycle in the sky.

"The universe's number one mercenary is likely to be the subject of a major battle."

"The last bloodline of Kryptonians, you have indeed appeared."

The Flash glanced at the ground, seemingly unconcerned, while Wolf, cigar in mouth, stared at Clark in the sky with the eyes of a cunning hunter eyeing his prey.

"It seems that Halleria wasn't lying when she gave me the mission guide."

"By causing some damage in this city, we can bring our target to light."

He sat on the motorcycle with his hand on his eyebrow, looking around carelessly, completely disregarding Clark.

"However, isn't one missing?"

My mission targets two people.

"You came here for me?"

Clark clenched his fist.

Is someone offering a bounty on me in space?

It's not hard to guess who this guy's other target is.

The first two people to be drawn by the attack on the Metropolis were, of course, David.

Rumble!

Dark clouds rolled and piled up, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, and lightning flashed like silver snakes among the clouds.

Accompanied by a dazzling bolt of lightning, Dai Xiu's powerful figure suddenly appeared in mid-air. His eyes were cold, and his deep voice seemed to contain a powerful force that caused the atmosphere to vibrate, and the wind to wail and growl.

"Wolf, don't think that just because you're immortal you can try anything."

"you know me?"

The target, living on a backward planet in the universe, actually called out his own nickname. The wolf pointed at himself and laughed disdainfully in the face of David's warning.

"If you knew me, you would understand that there is nothing in the universe that a wolf wouldn't dare to do!"

He twisted the throttle hard, the space motorcycle engine roared deafeningly, the violent speed and air friction created sparks, and he swung the chain in his hand, like a lawless violent motorcycle gang, like a fiery meteor crashing into the two of them.

A laser Gatling gun popped out from in front of the space motorcycle, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

shhhhhh!

Clark didn't intend to dodge at first, but he underestimated the slight pain that came from what felt like a small pebble hitting his body. He quickly raised his hand to shield his eyes and dodged.

"It's amazing that it wasn't blasted into pieces by my machine gun."

It seems the Kryptonians, who were exposed to the yellow sun, are indeed as powerful as the legends say.

As a man who fights whether he likes someone or not, Wolf was even more excited when he saw Clark's powerful counterattack. He blew hot air from his nostrils, swung out a long chain, and with a shrill sound, lashed it hard at Clark.

Snapped!

Clark reached out and grabbed the chain, his arm stinging as if it had been whipped.

Two figures passed each other, and he yanked hard, trying to pull Robert off the motorcycle.

"Kid, you're not even fully grown yet, and you want to compete with Grandpa Robert in strength!"

But unexpectedly, an even stronger force came from him. Rob actually dragged Clark towards David, and swung Clark on the other end, using him as a weapon to smash David.

Seeing the arrogant space mercenary, David frowned, and a gravity field as heavy as a mountain slammed down on Rob's space motorcycle, instantly slowing him down.

Clark seized the opportunity to break free of the chains and, somewhat disheveled, managed to stabilize his body as he flew backward in mid-air.

"You bastard, what did you do to my precious motorcycle?"

The motorcycle was moving at a snail's pace, like an old sheep pulling a cart. Rob, who loved speeding through the stars, was furious. He had just opened his mouth to question it when a torrent of purple cosmic energy directly in front of him engulfed him, knocked him off the motorcycle, and sent him flying toward a distant building.

"I guarantee you won't leave this planet unscathed, you wolf!"

After blasting away the foul-mouthed Rob, David slowly lowered his raised hand.

This guy is a complete madman. He's reckless from head to toe, acts without considering the consequences, and has the mind of a single-celled organism. Just like in the comics, he's irritable and insane.

Bang bang bang!

Robert crashed through several buildings, creating a huge crater in the ground. He stood up from the bottom of the crater, shook his dusty head, and tried to take a puff of his cigar, but found nothing in his mouth. He discovered that the cigar had already evaporated.

"That's my prized possession! I'm going to rip your lungs out, you ungrateful bastard!"

He whistled to summon the motorcycle, glaring angrily at David in the sky.

Wolf's many superpowers do not include flight; he can only fly by using his space motorcycle.

Bang!

The shockwave exploded, and Clark punched it away, sending it flying toward his space motorcycle.

But the motorcycle, made of some unknown material, was not smashed to pieces, not even leaving a dent. He clenched his fist in surprise, wondering if his strength had been weakened by the previous laser.

It couldn't even break a motorcycle.

As if possessing intelligence, the motorcycle, which was flying horizontally towards the sky, spewed flames to stabilize its backward flight and flew back towards its owner.