Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

Leon saw every move of the terrorists clearly.

But he did not fight back immediately, but stood there quietly waiting.

Soon, a large number of explosive weapons such as grenades and rockets were fired.

Lyon remained as still as a mountain, and ended the round with just a sweep of the heat ray.

It wasn't until the vehicle-mounted missiles began to ignite that he took off.

"Jarvis, are there any satellites overhead right now?"

"Master Leon, there is a US military satellite operating over Afghanistan."

Jarvis responded immediately and began analyzing.

“As soon as there is a conflict of any size, it will immediately monitor it.”

"And seven hundred meters away, there was a local reporter secretly filming."

"Reporter? A war reporter?" Leon nodded, puffing out the golden S on his chest. "It looks like the audience is in place. How can Superman's first battle go unnoticed?"

He glanced around and immediately looked for the reporter.

The terrorist organization's base is sandwiched between several small hills, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The man was now lying in the bushes on the hillside of one of the hills.

They are wrapped tightly and their clothes have local ethnic characteristics.

Judging from his half-black and half-white beard, he was obviously not young and was a middle-aged local reporter.

Such people have experienced Afghanistan's peacetime, the most dangerous war after the country was invaded, and the most desolate displacement.

They tend to hate the Ten Rings more and are less afraid of sacrifice.

This is a group of people who only want to expose the atrocities of terrorist organizations at the cost of their own lives in exchange for peace in their country.

"Is that really...Superman?" The middle-aged reporter also saw the figure flying in the air in the distance.

The man had a bright red cape behind him, a tall figure, and a face as handsome as Superman in the movies. People didn't want to forget him, but when they tried to think about it, they couldn't remember him at all.

No matter how you look at it, this is Superman!

Is it possible that there really is a superman in this world? Is he here to deal with the terrorist organization below?

The reporter found it absurd.

But the scene that his device had just recorded, of Superman facing off against thousands of enemies alone, seemed so real.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not! If Superman can save this country, then I will use all my money for the rest of my life to support DC and Warner Bros."

(DC Comics was acquired by Warner Bros. in the 20th century.)

The middle-aged reporter gritted his teeth, and suddenly he saw a fire light up in the camp, followed by a blazing flame, and six two or three meter long vehicle-mounted missiles flew into the air.

"That, that's a missile! Not good!" The reporter looked at Leon with bloodshot eyes, "Superman, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

However, Lyon not only did not retreat, but instead went forward to meet the enemy.

He accelerated in the air, holding the phone in one hand and clenching the other hand into a fist in front, colliding with the missile like an arrow.

boom!

One missile exploded, and then several others followed suit.

Deafening explosions echoed across the hills, smoke quickly spread, and flames illuminated the branches of every tree.

The strong wind from the explosion bent the surrounding trees one by one.

The middle-aged reporter's headscarf was blown away, revealing a head of dry yellow hair that was blown upside down.

He stared blankly at the smoke in the sky, his blue eyes reflected red by the flames, and he felt uneasy.

Under the direct bombardment of six missiles, no one could survive, and even leaving a complete body was a luxury.

But that's Superman. The bullets below couldn't hurt him, but he still took the initiative to receive the missiles... What if?

It seemed to be responding to the expectations of the middle-aged reporter.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up in the clouds.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The strong wind was fierce but not fast. In a few seconds, it blew away the mushroom cloud that was about to rise, revealing an intact figure.

It's Superman!

Superman's cape is still fluttering behind him, and he is not hurt at all!

No, let alone hurting him, those missiles couldn't even leave him with a hint of gunpowder blackness!

"By Allah!! I knew it!! I knew he could!"

The middle-aged reporter jumped up, his face flushed with excitement. He jumped and punched excitedly, not caring that he had exposed his tracks.

He looked at Superman, and at this moment he seemed to see hope.

After so many days and nights of waiting, we didn’t see the intervention of international organizations, but we did see a miracle happen.

The terrorists in the camp were as excited as the middle-aged reporter at this time.

They were also jumping up and down and yelling, but they were yelling "Monster, that's a monster!"

After a while, gunshots rang out among the noisy terrorists, and another group of deserters or people who were unwilling to be cannon fodder were shot dead.

Leon waited in the air for a while, showing an interested expression.

"Oh? They finally brought out the Jericho missile. They're planning to die together."

The Jericho missile has a very wide fire coverage area. After the explosion, the area within two kilometers will be covered by flames.

These terrorists wanted to use Jericho at such a close distance, intending to drag Leon to die with them.

"That's great. I haven't seen the power of Tony's masterpiece yet. Now I can finally experience it for myself."

"Jarvis, don't forget to record this and send it to Tony, leaving a message asking him how he can sleep."

"Okay, Master Leon, I'm recording all the time." Jarvis is always so considerate.

After waiting for a few minutes, the terrorists finally figured out how to operate the Jericho missile, pushed it onto the open ground, and ignited it successfully.

Three Jericho missiles were launched simultaneously, clearing out all the stock in the base at once.

The three missiles accelerated in the air and disintegrated immediately after approaching the target. Dozens or hundreds of small missiles blocked all of Lyon's retreat routes.

This is a comprehensive bombing with no blind spots. Tony's invention is truly top-notch.

"It's worthy of being Tony's latest work." Leon also praised.

Suddenly he thought of something and glanced at the reporters on the hillside.

"But I have to leave for a while."

After saying this, Leon's figure instantly disappeared in the encirclement of missiles.

Time is tight.

He appeared beside the reporter like a flash, picked him up from the bushes, and then flew to another hill three kilometers away and put it down in the blink of an eye, and then returned to the center of the missile in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm back. It shouldn't be too late, right?" Lyon said to himself as he looked at the approaching missile.

The Jericho missile is extremely fast, and its strategic positioning is to carry out indiscriminate bombing in the shortest possible time.

Almost as soon as Lyon returned to his original position, the concentrated fire of the missile group was already approaching him.

However, Leon did not want his carefully woven uniform to be blackened by missiles, so he threw punches quickly and continuously.

Countless fist shadows appeared simultaneously in 360-degree directions, as if Leon had grown countless hands on his body.

In almost an instant, all the missiles were detonated at the same time.

boom!

The explosion began, more intense and violent than before.

The sound of tearing the sky, the flames rising into the sky, and the smoke covering the area for thousands of meters.

A strong shock wave spread at the moment of the explosion. The trees and mountains in the range first collapsed and then were engulfed by the explosion.

Three kilometers away, the reporter felt a flash before his eyes and found himself in a different place, then he was knocked to the ground by the shock wave.

He rolled on the ground for a few times, staggered to his feet, pulling his clothes in a tangled mess, and stared blankly at the mushroom cloud in the distance that seemed to be reaching straight into the sky.

Even though he was so far away, he could still feel the intense heat.

"What kind of missile is that? How could it be so terrifying?" the reporter repeated stupidly.

He still remembered the scene he had just seen, where the missile broke into dozens of small missiles in the air.

There is simply no way to counter a missile like that.

If it were used against the local defense forces, the tragic outcome would be unimaginable.

"Also, Superman, where is he? He just saved me!"

The reporter leaned against the tree weakly, looking at the mushroom cloud: "He knew I was hiding there, so he saved me. What a good man... Wait, could it be that he went back to deal with the missiles again!?"

The next second, a hurricane blew away the mushroom cloud, revealing the figure of Superman, once again confirming the reporter's speculation.

"My God, he's simply a god!" The reporter exclaimed as he looked at Superman who was still unharmed.