My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

"Are you alright?" Nightwing retracted his bat claws and steadied Damian's body.

"fine!"

Damian shook his head, took out a new bat dagger from his waist, but his hands holding the dagger were trembling slightly.

Nightwing sighed softly. Facing such a powerful enemy and such an intense battle, Damian Wayne's still-developing body was far too much for him.

Deathstroke said, "You two are really bad. Is this all the successor Batman has trained?"

Upon hearing this, both the second Robin, Nightwing, and Damian Wayne looked grim.

"This is what they call the new generation?" Deathstroke shook his head. "They're so different from the kid I met eight years ago."

"Who are you talking about?" Nightwing frowned.

“I don’t know who he is either, but he wasn’t much older than you back then.” Deathstroke smiled nostalgically. “He also said he wanted to hire me as his bodyguard.”

To have Deathstroke...as a bodyguard?

Nightwing and Damian Wayne couldn't understand why they were already terrified just by facing Deathstroke.

“Boys, your generation has been too complacent. All you’ve faced so far are human superhuman criminals. In the past five years, have you ever directly confronted a battle between superhuman superpowers, an alien invasion, or a dimensional collapse?”

Deathstroke gave a cold laugh.

Only these old guys understand how terrible the old era was five years ago, and the great power that divided the era in two!

There was once a person who stood above that era and became the only god!

……

New York City, a kilometer above the ground.

"The target's aura is right here."

A red figure appeared amidst eerie flames. It was a demonic man with dark red skin, dressed in a well-fitting gentleman's uniform, and with a fiery red demon tail on his back.

He looked down at the New York city under the night sky, his figure flashed, and he disappeared again in the firelight!

Chapter 449, Mysterious Youth, Superman Genes?

Like a red devil wandering in the cracks of the void, the red devil Azazel's figure flickered and appeared in a five-star hotel in New York the next moment.

In the magnificent main hall on the first floor, the waiters and guests were clearly startled when they saw Azazel appear eerily accompanied by crimson flames.

When they finally saw each other's faces clearly, they turned pale, and many waiters dropped their plates, making a loud noise.

"who?"

"His skin is red, and he has a tail...a monster!"

Accustomed to the terrified looks of others, Azazel, the Red Devil, coldly swayed his ferocious red tail as he rolled up his suit sleeves and hoarsely said, "This is none of your business, so get out of my way!"

Screams and cries of terror erupted everywhere, the main hall descended into chaos, and many people fled in panic towards the hotel exit.

Less than ten seconds.

In the huge, luxurious lobby of the hotel on the first floor, only a few staff members were hiding under the service counter, as well as a black-haired young man and a blonde girl who remained on the sofa in the lounge area.

The blonde girl lay curled up on her side on the sofa, covered with a dark red trench coat. Her weak little face was turned towards the inside of the sofa, and she was still sleeping, making even breathing sounds.

Red Devil Azazel immediately recognized that the other party was the target he was looking for.

He left a spatial mark on the other person from a distance, and no matter where the other person was, he could continuously teleport to them through his aura.

It can be said.

Once the Red Devil has its eye on you, there's no escape! Hiding in police stations, military bases, or even high-security prisons won't help!

Red Devil Azazel's eyes flickered slightly as he saw a very young, dark-haired man sitting next to the girl.

The unidentified black-haired youth, dressed in a well-tailored and expensive handmade shirt uniform, leaned back against the soft back of the sofa, his hands casually resting on the back as he closed his eyes to rest, seemingly oblivious to what was happening in the main hall.

Or perhaps, they simply don't care?

“No matter who you are, she is a target of our Hellfire Club,” Red Devil Azazel said hoarsely.

The mysterious young man didn't react at all, not even lifting his eyelids.

Red Devil Azazel's eyes turned cold. He had a temper too, but considering how important tonight's target was, he still focused his gaze on the blonde girl.

Bringing the target back is of paramount importance.

The figure of Azazel, the Red Devil, flickered and disappeared from the spot amidst crimson flames. In the next instant, he crossed a distance of more than twenty meters and appeared out of thin air near the sofa.

"Successful!"

Red Devil Azazel had been observing the mysterious youth, and noticing that the other party did not react at all, he reached out his right hand towards the blonde girl without hesitation.

Splash!

The Red Devil Azazel opened his eyes in astonishment, only to find that the dark red trench coat covering the girl had suddenly lifted up a corner on its own, barely blocking his red right hand!

What kind of trench coat is this? Is it smart?

Before the Red Devil Azazel could react, a tiny silver streak of light caught his eye!

The silver-haired figure, originally the size of a thumb, instantly reverted to its original form as a young girl.

The silver-haired girl flew off the sofa, her black and white maid dress billowing in the air. Her perfectly slender, silver-plated hands moved with lightning speed, grabbing the red devil Azazel by the throat.

"Uh?"

Red Devil Azazel was filled with doubt and surprise. He could not feel any living temperature from that hand, but a huge inhuman power came from the palm.

Bang! !

Red Devil Azazel's body flew backward, his back slamming hard against the floor. With the silver-haired girl pressing down on his throat, he plowed a track more than ten meters long into the floor!

The floorboards cracked, and dust flew everywhere!

Tread!

Only when they were close to one of the walls of the main hall did the silver-haired girl release the other's neck and land lightly on the ground.

And at this time.

Azazel the Red Devil had lost consciousness. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he lay limp on the ground, his disheveled body twitching slightly.

"Master, it's been resolved."

The cold white lightning in the silver-haired girl's eyes faded. She brushed the dust off her small, fair hands, which had returned to their original whiteness, and turned around, her sweet and charming voice returning as she spoke.

The mysterious young man opened his eyes, looked at the red devil lying on the ground in front of him, shrugged and said, "I gave them a chance. It would be a shame if we couldn't catch one."

Alice glanced at the Red Devil on the ground: "He is the Red Devil, also known as Azazel, a member of the Hellfire Club. Due to a genetic mutation, he has the ability to teleport."

"Hellfire Club?" hope Nian raised an eyebrow.

Alice replied, "Master. The Hellfire Club was formerly known as the Alliance of Destruction."

"Destroy the Alliance..."

As Xinian listened, some long-forgotten memories were stirred within him.

Eight years have passed, which is quite a long time.

The Alliance of Destruction was founded by Lex Luthor, and it was the Alliance of Destruction that orchestrated the Great Age incident.

of course.

The real mastermind behind the Destruction Alliance was Blackark, an alien, who was later killed by Xinian's Super Body Mode.

The League of Destruction should have disbanded long ago after Lex Luthor's death, but it has unexpectedly rebuilt into the Hellfire Club, which even has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds and cooperates with the military...

"Who is currently in charge of the Hellfire Club?"

hope Nian finally became a little interested.

Alice responded slowly:

"Emma Grace Frost. Former White Queen, now the Black and White Queens."

……

At this moment, at the headquarters of the Youth League.

The raging fire burned the sky red!

The exterior of the building.

The turbulent waters and the unconventional youths continuously unleash whirlwinds and flames to block the approach of Superman's son.

The whirlwind and flames formed a fire dragon, blasting five-year-old Jonathan Kent away time and time again.

But Jonathan Kent Jr. is like an unkillable cockroach, getting up again and again and charging forward recklessly!

"This is the Kryptonian bloodline."

The turbulent and unconventional youths were pale-faced, their physical strength almost depleted, yet they dared not let Jonathan get close, and could only continuously use their abilities to suppress him from a distance.

Their physical strength is only that of ordinary people. If they faced Jonathan Jr., the son of Superman, they would be defeated in less than a round of close combat!

"You two wicked fellows can't defeat the truth!"

Ignoring the flames, Jonathan charged out against the hurricane, clenching his little fists as he looked at the two.

Just then.

tread!

A young white man in a black jacket fell from the sky and landed in front of the rapids, crushing the ground!

"You are... number 13?"

Jiliu opened his eyes wide, a hint of fear instinctively appearing in them, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that the other party's arrival meant that everything was over!

“I’m not number 13, I’m Connor Kent,” the young man in black replied coldly.

"Shut up! You bastard, you're not allowed to take our family name!"

When Jonathan Kent saw the other person, his eyes instantly turned red with anger!

The other party is nothing more than an artificial human who stole his father's genes!