American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 405 The Black Death Emperor, the Black Lantern Legion

John walked weakly out of the Continental Hotel, looking blankly at the scene full of corpses.

He had only bandaged his wounds when he came out to find that most of the assassins and hotel staff were dead.

Sensing that he could not stay there any longer, he quickly disappeared into the darkness and fled.

Allen, who witnessed everything from the rooftop, couldn't help but ask in bewilderment, "Uncle Punishment, why did you let the top assassin go? You should treat everyone equally."

"With him alive, I can avoid a lot of trouble."

Everything was under Frank's control.

In his eyes, John was certainly not a good person, and was also included among those who deserved to die.

However, he had studied the other party's information in detail and had already devised a complete plan to kill him with a borrowed knife.

Frank acted decisively this time because he anticipated that John might die at the Continental Hotel, so he created chaos to help John escape smoothly.

Moreover, John's abilities are undoubtedly top-notch in every aspect.

In a direct confrontation, he might not gain much advantage.

"Those who play tactics are really dirty," Allen said disdainfully.

If Allen hadn't watched John Wick, he wouldn't have been able to see through Frank's plan.

Put away the sniper rifle and retreat home.

We boarded a classic Dodge and drove out of the city under the cover of night, heading straight for the cemetery in the suburbs.

In America, wealthy people are buried in the ground.

After all, poor people can't even afford to rent a house, so how could they possibly have extra money to buy a burial plot?

If you can't even afford to live, who cares whether the dead are comfortable?

"Uncle Fa, coming to the cemetery to mourn your family in the middle of the night, you know how to create an atmosphere."

Allen looked around and asked, "Is the gravedigger the old man on horseback?"

The old man on horseback is naturally a member of the older generation of Ghost Riders.

I'm just curious whether there are any similar characters in that world.

"I am the gravedigger."

When Frank arrived at the mausoleum, which resembled a miniature Western-style building, he casually pulled open the iron gate.

In the very center stands an angel statue, below which is a metal plate engraved with the tomb owner's information.

With Alan completely bewildered, Frank twisted the torch on the wall.

clack clack...

The next second, the angel statue moved, revealing a passageway entrance at its base.

"Isn't this a little unfair?"

Allen said awkwardly, "You even want to rob the homes of the dead."

Who would have thought that the dignified anti-hero Punisher would settle down in a cemetery?

"It's just a fake tomb."

Frank had countless enemies and didn't want to endanger others.

Sometimes, even staying in a hotel can lead to encounters with assassins. You might survive, but there's no guarantee that innocent ordinary people won't die.

Therefore, as a precaution, numerous outposts were established to facilitate rest and regrouping before launching another operation.

Walk along the passage for about ten meters.

Turn on the light source switch.

Suddenly, a spacious outpost came into view.

The underground shelter, facing the center, is surrounded by metal plates and contains numerous weapons and a shelf of canned goods with a long shelf life.

"That's wonderful! I can experience the peace of being laid to rest in advance."

Allen, acting all familiar, jumped onto the sofa and lay down.

Frank patiently disassembled the sniper rifle, then marked an X on a clue board.

It clearly displays the words "Mainland Hotel".

Clearly, his current target is the High Table Parliament.

"Uncle Punishment, what happened in your world?"

Allen asked listlessly, "When I first arrived, I heard a lot of people mentioning that superheroes have fallen."

Upon hearing this, Frank stopped what he was doing and looked at Allen with a strange expression.

He wondered if the other person was pretending not to know and asking insincerely.

This is not news anywhere in the world.

……

In the vast universe.

A person who looks exactly like Superman and is wearing a similar uniform gazes toward the human world.

"You failed."

A cold, ruthless voice echoed in the vacuum.

Suddenly, a man sitting in a black chair appeared out of nowhere.

"It's not quite normal." Clark said calmly, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Clark Kent, but he is not the human superhuman Superman, but the Superman Supreme from the Origin Universe.

From a hero who firmly believed in justice, he gradually degenerated into a villain.

He is one of the culprits responsible for the deaths of many heroes in this universe.

The newcomer was even more terrifying; he was the creator god of the sixth dimension, the Anti-Monitor Möbius.

Beneath his buttocks was the famous Möbius Chair, which was said to grant omniscience to those who sat upon it.

Clark confidently stated, "I have more than one plan."

"Tell me about it," Möbius asked with great interest.

"You are not omniscient; do I need to explain?"

"..."

Mobiuston felt annoyed and provoked by the teasing from Superman.

With the help of the Möbius chair, he could only know what had already happened, and could not predict what would happen in the future.

Otherwise, how could the invasion of the human world have failed?

puff…

Suddenly, a scythe struck silently, its blade piercing through Möbius's chest.

He turned his head in fear and was shocked to see the Black Death Emperor, who looked like skin and bones, smiling cruelly at him.

Before Möbius could activate the time-space teleportation, the chair had already been pulled off and lifted high into the air.

"Sorry, I need you to make a sacrifice," Superman said with a wicked grin.

The Black Death Emperor chimed in, "Unable to find a suitable energy source for the Black Lamp, I had no choice but to turn to myself."

"I will not die, I will definitely take revenge on you."

Although he cannot escape the control of the Black Death Emperor, Möbius remains fearless, as he can resurrect in the sixth dimension without limit.

If he can return to the sixth dimension, he will unleash his boundless rage upon all the traitors.

However, the reality was not what he had imagined.

The Black Death Emperor swept his finger across the void, opening a temporary spatial passage, and then descended upon Sector 666, holding the Anti-Monitor aloft.

This is a desolate planet.

A huge black furnace was placed in the center.

"Lights out!"

Upon seeing the black lamp furnace, Möbius instantly understood, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you treating me like a lamp beast?"

"That's right."

The Black Death Emperor stated bluntly, "Only one higher-dimensional life form can drive the Black Lamp Furnace to continuously produce Black Lamp Rings."

"Do you really think you can conquer the world with just a barrage of artillery fire?"

Superman Supreme scoffed, "It's just about sacrificing some heroes to become members of the Black Lantern Corps."

"Stop! My two brothers will not let you get away with this!" Möbius roared anxiously.

Imprisoned in the black furnace, their power was endlessly extracted, making life worse than death. They were constantly in a weakened state with no chance of escape.

Amidst Möbius's unwilling roar, the Black Death Emperor tossed him into the Black Lamp Furnace like trash.

The long-dormant black stove seemed to come back to life.

A moment later, a black light ring was spat out.

(End of this chapter)