blogombal Chapter 132 The First Appearance of the Mechanical Superman: The Approaching Crisis.
Chapter 132 The First Appearance of the Mechanical Superman: The Approaching Crisis.
Chapter 132 The First Appearance of the Mechanical Superman: The Approaching Crisis.
The warm sunlight shone on the blue Earth and fell on the white shell of the International Space Station's Excalibur.
Four astronauts are carrying out repairs on the outer surface of the space station under the protection of tethers.
A wrench flew from the palm of Hank Henshaw, who was working on a satellite in a spacesuit, and hovered in the weightless space environment.
His wife, another crew member also wearing a spacesuit, reached out and caught it.
She handed the wrench back to Hank, and the azure glow of the Earth illuminated his beloved's beautiful face—the most beautiful sight Hank could see in the universe.
"What have you lost? As your tormented and deeply concerned wife, I've grown accustomed to your extravagant lifestyle at home. But Hank, you're setting a bad example for others."
"Yes, Commander," Hank heard his older colleague Stephen quip, "I'm starting to wonder if you're still the one sitting in the command seat."
Hank laughed, "Guys, I'd be happy to have Terry in charge, but I have to warn you, I'm thinking of picking on a few troublemakers."
"You're making it sound so real, hahaha."
The astronauts joked with each other, creating a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.
Another, younger astronaut, Jim, said, "Terry, call Houston headquarters. It seems their guess about hydrolytic pressure was right; the vibrations from the satellite launch probably loosened a few screws."
"'A few screws were loose' is a really professional term," Terri said.
"Okay, anyway, could you polish this explanation a bit, Chief Engineer?"
Terri snorted and answered the communicator on her arm: "Houston Headquarters, this is the Divine Sword... Houston, please respond..."
Hank turned his head and looked at the azure Earth.
"Come on, astronauts. One last check, and then we'll return to the capsule."
Stephen, holding a setup device, said, "This is the ninth time you've looked back at Earth, boss. You're still fascinated by it."
Hank chuckled. "I'm just hoping to catch a glimpse of the Red Cloak. You can see him; he sometimes appears above the atmosphere. He's come up twice already, and you know, once he even saved my life."
Stephen replied, "Yeah, man. You can always rely on Superman."
“That’s right,” Hank said. “Superman always comes to save us. He’s a god among men, our savior.”
He gazed at the azure planet, his face surprisingly showing a hint of piety.
But the cozy moment was quickly broken by Hank's wife Terry's somewhat anxious tone.
"Hank, they need you back online. They say it's important."
Hank pressed a button on the communicator on his arm: "This is Hank, what's up?"
Then he paused.
"Oh no, this is terrible."
He turned to his three other colleagues and said, "There's a meteorite approaching in our direction. Everyone, get back inside the ship immediately."
Stephen and Jim immediately activated their flamethrower backpacks. Terry tried to crouch down and reassemble the dismantled deck, but Hank pulled her away, saying, "Forget about that!"
"Where did the meteorite come from?"
The youngest, Jim, said somewhat panickedly, "Are they the two we talked about last time? But didn't headquarters in Houston say that these two meteorites would bypass Earth and wouldn't arrive for another two days?"
"A solar flare erupted," Hank said, his face grim. "This unexpected event caused the two meteorites to change their trajectories like billiard balls that had been thrown off course."
"Headquarters said the landing points would be Sydney and Seoul."
"But before that, they'll knock us flying!"
All four people had escaped back to their seats, and Hank was operating the space station spaceship.
Stephen said:
"The satellite is still docked with us, and the hatch is still open at an angle of 12 degrees."
"I don't care," Hank said. "Activate the main thrusters immediately!"
The engine started spewing fire, and soon they would be able to escape—
boom!
"Impact is imminent."
The spaceship began to shake violently. Hank looked up and saw two large holes in the outside of the space station.
"These are just some meteorite fragments!"
Jim yelled, "Those meteorites—they're coming this fast!!!"
"My God Hank, we're not going to survive this."
Hank heard his wife say that.
His gaze lingered on her beautiful face for a second.
Time has left its mark on his beautiful face.
They had been married for 10 years, and Hank knew he still loved her.
"Nonsense." He futilely pulled the control stick; the spaceship was completely out of control. "Superman will come to save us, just like before."
The spaceship was shattered into pieces by countless small meteorite fragments, like chocolate dissolved in milk.
Hank heard his good friend Stephen scream hysterically: "The hull is damaged!"
"We're done for!" Jim cried out in despair. "The main thrusters are damaged!"
"Stay calm, everyone." Hank abandoned the control panel, which was now completely useless.
He held his wife's hand.
"Superman is definitely on his way. I'm sure of it."
"Hank..."
He saw the tears in Terri's eyes, his beloved, tearful wife.
He had vowed never to let the one he loved cry.
"It's okay, Terry." He didn't realize his voice was trembling. "You can always trust Superman."
Stephen and Jim are screaming.
"Everything will be alright." Hank stared intently into Terry's eyes. "Everything will be alright!"
boom!!!
The spaceship was torn open with a huge hole, and Stephen and Jim screamed as they were swept away.
"Hank!"
Time seemed to slow down.
Shockwave, gravity, the gaze of a lover.
and also……
destroy.
Then it vanished.
"Terry! No!!!"
Hank struggled to turn his head and saw his Terry tumbling in the weightlessness, being swept away as well.
His life's love floated on the surface of a sea-blue planet, and then he and his two best friends were swept away into the distance.
Hank desperately tried to unbuckle his seatbelt, and then his pupils reflected the front of the spaceship, where a huge meteorite, larger than an island, was pressing down straight on.
Hank's eyes widened.
"Superman! I knew you'd come!"
"Superman!!!"
"Superman!!!!
boom!
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……
A ding sound.
The elevator doors opened.
Lex Luthor walked out with his hands behind his back, followed by his Asian female secretary, Jasmine.
This is the LexCorp base, located 50 meters underground... where all of Lex Luthor's experiments are conducted.
"Dr. Debney Donovan, where has all my hard-earned money gone?"
The hall was filled with rows of upright tanks, completely encased in sheet metal.
Dr. Donald was eating at the workbench, wiping the grease from the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong, Lex? It's all right in front of you. Every minute, every penny."
Dr. Donovan stood up. He was a middle-aged man with messy hair and wore thick glasses that made his eyes look almost like saucers.
His messy brown beard made him look like a beaver, and he looked like a crazy scientist from a children's cartoon who generates electricity and laughs strangely.
Okay, he really is a crazy scientist.
Dr. Donovan poured the leftovers into the trash can, a smile playing on his lips.
He pulled the lever on the control panel next to him, and as the steel shells of the cans opened with a mechanical sound, the lights inside the cans turned on, revealing the hideous faces of strange and terrifying monsters under the light.
"I'll stay here," Mosie said, taking a breath. She added tactfully, "I don't get along well with mad scientists."
Luther walked up to Dr. Donovan: "Still researching weapons of mass destruction?"
"Oh, that's right."
Dr. Donovan said.
He touched the strange, sleeping monsters through the glass.
Some of them barely retained human form, but had green skin and were covered in bumps; some were simply blue mosaics, with only a huge eyeball barely attached to their heads; and some were even more extreme, their entire bodies covered in tentacles...
"Actually, I was thinking that if my babies escaped, they might be... confused."
Donovan touched his adorable monsters through the tempered glass with a loving expression, looking fascinated.
Luther remained expressionless.
"Any progress?"
They walked past the failed products one by one, hands behind their backs.
"Whether I succeed or fail, I hope he will be more obedient to my orders."
"We need to do it as soon as possible."
Luther said, "I don't want test subjects, I want an army."
"Copying DNA is extremely difficult," Dr. Donovan said. "It has to be said that Superman's body is a true mystery; any method of in-depth analysis of him has failed. We need a more stable code."
"Did our previous idea work?"
"Of course, Lex." Professor Donovan nodded and led Luther to a culture tank.
A tiny baby is sleeping soundly in a nutrient solution, its body covered in tubes.
"Our prototype was a success, although it's not a pure-blooded Kryptonian—so I speculate it would be very weak. But compared to humans, it's still powerful enough."
Dr. Donald pushed up his glasses:
"He has half of your DNA, Lex, and it's very well integrated with Superman's DNA. In a way, this test subject is your and Superman's son, and he's thriving."
"Come on," Luther said. "Take me to see that purebred clone."
They walked up to another jar.
"I don't yet know if this experiment was successful. Although it's very unscientific to speculate, I suspect that even if it is successful, the subject won't be exactly like Superman."
Dr. Donovan stated, "Every test of this subject has exceeded our expectations; the actual performance always contradicts the predicted data."
"Sometimes I think this little guy likes to contradict so much, maybe he'll grow up to be the complete opposite of Superman? Superman has heat vision, he'll have ice vision or something, hahaha."
Then he met Luther's gaze.
"Uh... I was just kidding."
Dr. Donovan continued:
"But no matter what, this test subject will take at least another 5 years to fully develop. Bringing it out prematurely will definitely cause some side effects."
"Speed up as much as possible, Dr. Debney Donovan."
Luther turned and walked up the steps toward the elevator.
"The entire underground base has been coated with lead, and the military has sent the latest experimental personnel. There's no need to cherish these materials; even trial and error is fine. I only care about the results."
He said, "You are an expert in gene synthesis, so we can discuss any problems together."
He and his secretary, Jasmine, took the elevator to the upper floors of the Lake Group building.
Luther said:
"Mosie, how is Blake?"
"Our purple-haired mercenary has fully recovered, but he probably doesn't intend to stay with us anymore."
Secretary Mosie said, "He now calls himself a superhero, trying to act like Superman and right wrongs. I find it hard to judge his behavior."
"Stop joking, Black has never been the same kind of person as Superman."
Luther scoffed:
"Believe me, they'll be facing off soon. That's going to be very interesting."
"So, is there anything we need to do?"
“Of course,” Luther said. “Give Blake your full support; whatever he wants, we’ll give him.”
The bald man touched his head:
"Isn't he going to start the Alliance of Heroes? Lex Luthor always loves friends, we'll cover all the expenses—of course, we'll still owe him money."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn't that right?"
"But as things stand, Black's behavior is no different from Superman's; they should be on the same side," Mosie said.
The bald man shook his finger in front of her.
"Just keep in touch."
He said.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Lex Luthor and his secretary walked into the lobby on the ground floor, where countless scientists in white coats were operating all sorts of complex machines.
Luther walked past a man who was looking at a specimen:
"Don't bother looking at this specimen, it's clearly limestone. Go read a book, you idiot."
He then passed by another female researcher who was analyzing data:
"Finally, someone has figured out Euclid's fifth formula, but obviously, it's not you. If you dare to daydream at work again, I'll fire you."
He finally walked to the center: "I won't tolerate fools, folks. I'm getting fed up with idiots lately."
He said:
"Listen, there are too many idiots in this world. Ridiculous morons worship aliens, thinking they are the masters of justice, but I've seen through the aliens' true colors, and I know they are a threat."
"Let's redouble our efforts in this alien arms race! And destroy it while it's still in its infancy!"
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Chen Tao sat at his desk writing a plan.
1: Emergency plan for the death of Superman.
2: Lex Luthor's betrayal plan.
3...
Superman has now completely replaced Batman in his role. Gotham's criminals will soon learn what it means to have Superman...Batman come knocking on their door the moment they've scribbled a single word on a crime plan.
With Superman working such intense overtime that he even supervises whether you're stealing other people's toilet paper while wiping your butt, Gotham's crime rate has plummeted, just as Chen Tao predicted.
"Bruce, are you sure it's okay to leave Bane alone?"
Alfred walked over carrying a plate: "Before Superman completely wiped out Gotham, he and Shiva attacked Arkham and released a lot of Arkham prisoners that we had previously held there."
The old butler asked, "Are you sure this is alright?"
"And now Bane and all the Arkham prisoners he took with him have escaped Gotham, and Superman will beat them to a pulp the moment they show their faces, Alfred. Times have changed; this is the age of superpowers."
"Bane is no longer the most important threat."
Without turning his head, Chen Tao said, "Even if Bane appeared now, his knee would only smash into Iron Batman's spine. I can't be bothered to watch such a simple plot."
"Now, someone else is more important."
Chen Tao picked up his pen and continued writing in his notebook:
3: Regarding plans to prevent the telepathic Manchester Black from driving Superman insane.
(End of this chapter)