A well-armed force of over 100 people, each well-trained and determined devout warrior, confronts two young Kryptonians who are alone in the enemy line.
A completely unequal battle.
The whole process is so monotonous and straightforward that you can't even call it a battle. The various artillery pieces on both sides of the formation of the Independent Army to cover the output were all scrapped under the first round of thermal vision of the two Kryptonian goblins, and they burned roaringly in the rising flames. The phalanx of tanks hardly played any role, and the two afterimages smashed into the copper wall made of heavy military armor in an irresistible rampage, and one left, One right rushed out of the tank array along opposite paths. When the two afterimages intersected, their flight trajectories formed two large circles, and there was not even a fully functioning tank in the square.
Those soldiers who kept shouting to dedicate themselves to the noble cause retreated subconsciously, looking at the two figures like gods of war through the flames of war; the emotion called fear irresistibly controlled their nerves - this is also the reason. Inevitably, this is a creature's instinctive reaction when faced with an enemy far more potent than itself.
They tried firing their rifles in vain at the invincible enemy, but each shot turned into a deflated scrap iron bullet and fell to the ground without incident. Jay casually grabbed the barrel of a tank that had fallen to the ground beside him, and the firm grip squeezed the walls of the two sides of the tank together. With force on his arm, the turret on the upper body of the tank was lifted by him as if waving a mace.
The soldiers were stunned. Valadon trained them to charge on the battlefield and face the armed armies of various significant powers, but he did not teach them how to fight monsters of this level. Jay flew into the air, the tank turret was thrown out of his hands, and he swirled and smashed the soldiers in the face.
The soldiers who were busy delivering firepower hurriedly pounced on their own; the turret smashed to the ground with unparalleled kinetic energy and swept away with the impact of heavy smoke. It didn't cause casualties, but it ripped apart their team's formation. Jay and Kara took the opportunity to fly simultaneously, dragging the afterimages through the crowd like two butterflies wearing flowers. In the blink of an eye, most of the soldiers had collapsed, and the firearms that had been crushed to pieces with their bare hands were everywhere.
The battle was doomed before it started, and the soldiers of Moldova had no chance of winning.
"Enough!"
The amplified sound traversed the entire battlefield as if someone suddenly pressed the stop button for the boiling battlefield. All the soldiers stopped for a moment and respectfully retreated to the sides to make way for a passage. Zeto Varadon walked out from the last stride of the queue, and he was quite an aura.
He stopped in front of the two Kryptonians suspended in mid-air, looked up at them, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Look, the great god has noticed this forgotten corner of us," he said sarcastically. "It's flattering."
Jay descended, landed in front of Varadon, and said coldly: "You hurt people who shouldn't be hurt and touched the bottom line that shouldn't be touched."
Varadon snorted: "I just did what I had to do to win back the power we deserved. The world forced us to have no choice."
"There are always other options." Kara also fell with an angry face. "Twenty-three people died, including children. Is this how you achieved your goal?"
"If it wasn't like this, would you be here? In the face of a group of people like us who have been forgotten in the cracks, eh?" Varadon retorted sharply; his momentum was not lost at all. It has to be said that this person who can become the leader of the independent army is not without reason; not everyone can maintain such momentum in the face of the coercion of two Kryptonians.
He snorted coldly and continued: "No, of course not. You are the shining stars of this world, you will always be high above, and the media can brag about you for saving a cat trapped in a tree, but you don't have that spare time. We were concerned about the lives of people like us. We have watched the land where we grew up being ravaged by barbaric fire and even driven out of our homeland. Our homeland was torn apart by a group of starving people in shiny skins, Divided by wolves; where were you at that time? You are omnipotent; why didn't you show up when we encountered misfortune?"
His pitch increased, and he almost roared at the end. The soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit seemed to resonate with his words again, and Jay saw the fever rekindle in their eyes, and he faintly felt as if he had lost the guy somehow.
He pondered for a while and said, "I sympathize with your experience. But you know, just like the previous Superman, I will not be involved in international disputes."
Varadon sneered: "Really? Then I ask you, New Superman, what position did you take to appear here? The US government, huh? Or is it just your personal opinion?"
"It's not about politics when you're blackmailing innocent people," Jay argued, "I can't interfere or judge your country's affairs, but you involve innocent people in your battles. This doesn't seem right."
"Then what do you expect me to do? Waving a small flag in front of the United Nations building?" Varadon asked, "Do you think that would work, New Superman? Can speech and appeal be used as a weapon for rights? Bullshit! That is a Big lie for profit politicians. Maybe the next day, I would disappear from the world without a sound if I did that, and people wouldn't even remember my hard work."
No, that's not right. Jay felt he was wrong but didn't know how to refute it.
Varadden continued: "Or let's talk about something more practical, let's say now. If you take me back now, you ask them to put me in a cell, but I said I'll change in twenty-four hours. Back to the free man swaggering out, do you believe it?"
"Why?"
Varadon laughed: "This is where it gets interesting - those big Eastern European powers fighting over the land of Moldova need my presence. My independent army and I play a pivotal role in this dispute; My disappearance would create a chain reaction that neither of them wanted. So in the end, they would come forward and make a deal to get me a ticket out of jail."
After a pause, he wore a triumphant smile and said, "So although I'm sorry to trouble you to run all the way, New Superman, I won; you can't do anything."
He's not bluffing. All superheroes, including Superman, have a rule—never participate in the political affairs of any country. Any issues involving politics on this planet will always be highly complicated. If Varadon and his Independence Army played such an essential middle ground in the strife of Eastern European countries, Jay's unilateral killing of him would have made every politician in the world nervous.
Killing him is not only about this independent incident but also about an attitude shown by the new superman, which is very likely to cause a violent backlash worldwide. The new superman can unilaterally this time The decision to intervene in the national disputes in Eastern Europe; who knows who he will turn the blame next time?
"Let's go," Kara said softly. She tugged Jay's hand lightly, but he didn't intend to leave.
He couldn't kill the terrorist, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything he could do.
Jay took a step forward, his eyes seemed to be flaming with red flames, and he threatened Valadon viciously: "Yes, you are right, I will not kill you, but there is one thing you are wrong, kill You're not the only thing I can do. Now, you'd better go back and dismantle all those voice-activated blasting gadgets you made, and then be honest and don't get into trouble again. Otherwise, I'll find you next time, whatever. Where do you get some more guns, tanks, and stuff? I can turn them all back into scrap in a minute. So unless you want your independent army to fight your so-called holy war with spittle stars, I highly recommend You should quickly cancel your follow-up demolition plan."
For the first time since Varadon appeared, his face changed slightly, and he couldn't keep his calm. The slight change in expression proved that the threat worked for him. Jay slowly lifted off and seemed to be about to leave. Before leaving, he added as if he had remembered something: "Oh yes, of course, you can also move somewhere and find a way to hide. But you have to. Now that you've got my attention, I've got your eye on you. So unless you can hide your troops like turtles in lead-encased bases 24/7, better be the real point."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Varadon's hideous expression, and Jay turned around and wanted to leave with Kara.
However, at this moment, a thunderous roar cut through the sky, attracting the attention of everyone present. Everyone raised their heads one after another, only to see that in the sky, covered by the black smoke of the artillery fire, behind a black dot, a milky white air wave fell at high speed and straight towards here.
The blue afterimage fell heavily, and the hot black smoke wrapped the yellow dust and exploded with the drop point as the center. The steel body in a tight-fitting dark blue uniform descended solemnly, and the red cloak fell gently behind him. He raised his head slightly, his steel blue eyes sharp as knives.
He is also wearing the striking "S" on his chest.
The air seemed to freeze, and everyone was careful to breathe. Kara covered her mouth, widened her eyes in disbelief, and asked tremblingly, "Kara...Superman?"