"Attention all police officers! Attention all police officers! A terrorist has appeared on Twelfth Street. All units are to proceed immediately and provide support!"
The fat police officer stared blankly at the cyan light on his pager as his boss's urgent orders rang out.
He looked up, his gaze locking on the scene less than a hundred meters away—a towering figure carrying a truck in one hand and smashing everything in sight. It was Jor-Lar the Destroyer. Tears welled up in the fat policeman's eyes.
"Support? Are you kidding me?! They said this city was peaceful!" he muttered, despair etched on his face.
The entire street was in chaos. Cars were jammed in gridlock, and many people had abandoned their vehicles, desperately trying to flee with their families.
Screams, cries for help, and the deafening sounds of destruction filled the air, drowning the area in a cacophony of fear.
Several police cars arrived on the scene, and armed officers in riot gear poured out, their weapons at the ready.
"Team A, evacuate the civilians! Teams B and C, follow me and take out this threat! Wait... What is that thing?!" the squad leader barked.
The officers stared in disbelief at Jor-Lar the Destroyer, who was now throwing trucks like toys.
"A zombie? No... What kind of zombie throws trucks like sticks? Has the world gone insane?"
The police presence caught Jor-Lar's attention. With a guttural roar, he raised the truck above his head and hurled it toward the officers.
The massive five-ton vehicle arced through the air before crashing down with catastrophic force, shattering cars and crushing everything in its path.
"Scatter! Move, move, MOVE!"
The impact sent debris flying and cars tumbling like dominoes. Several officers and unlucky pedestrians were caught in the destruction.
"Goddamn it! Open fire! Take that monster down!" the squad leader shouted, his voice trembling with rage and desperation.
The officers opened fire, their weapons spewing bullets in a futile attempt to harm Jor-Lar. The rounds, even enhanced plutonium bullets, bounced harmlessly off his impenetrable skin, scattering uselessly to the ground.
"ROAR!"
Provoked by the assault, Jor-Lar let out an earth-shaking roar. He leaped into the air, soaring over thirty meters high, and came crashing down like a meteor into the midst of the police force.
The ground quaked violently, cracks spidering outwards as Jor-Lar's landing obliterated the vehicles beneath him. He charged forward, swatting one officer aside like a ragdoll and sending him flying dozens of meters away.
The fat policeman stood frozen less than twenty meters away. He had fired his small pistol earlier, but the bullets had done nothing—except draw Jor-Lar's attention.
The destroyer turned his gaze toward the trembling officer, licking his lips as if savoring the thought of an easy meal.
"Oh no, he's looking at me!" the officer yelped, his knees giving way. In sheer terror, he wet himself but somehow mustered the strength to run—his speed rivaling that of an Olympic sprinter.
"I'm done! I quit! I'm handing in my badge! I'd rather jump off a building than stay in this job another second!" he screamed as he fled into the chaos.
The fat policeman ran out of desperation, but his speed couldn't match that of Jor-Lar the Destroyer.
THE Destroyer leaped into the air, raised his fist, and smashed it toward the fat policeman.
If this punch lands, the fat policeman will likely end up as a pile of meatloaf.
"God, Jesus, Lord Buddha, help!!!"
The fat policeman crawled away and hid behind a taxi, but could the taxi stop that monster?
The next moment, a loud sound echoed from the distance, followed by the crash of glass shattering on both sides of the street.
As Jor-Lar the Destroyer's punch came down, a black figure appeared in front of him and countered with a punch of his own.
Boom!
The two fists collided mid-air, creating an invisible shockwave that rippled outward.
The fat policeman's body trembled, but he realized he was unharmed. Venturing a peek, he saw a man in black tights with a cloak billowing in the wind. Although his outfit was different, his face was unmistakable.
It was him—the Avenger!
The town's protector, the powerful Avenger!
"Thank God, thank Jesus, thank Buddha! Thank the Avengers!" The fat policeman wept with relief, looking at Kaius as though he were his savior.
With a battle cry, another figure descended. Diana, dressed as Wonder Woman, wielded the Sword of Vulcan and struck Jor-Lar the Destroyer's back with a devastating slash.
The blow left a deep wound, and Jor-Lar roared in rage. Turning around, he swung his fist toward Diana.
Her expression was calm yet focused. She raised her shield to block the blow.
Boom!
The impact sent Diana flying, but she twisted mid-air and landed gracefully.
Kaius stepped forward, grabbing Jor-Lar's arm with one hand and clenching his other fist. He unleashed a flurry of powerful punches to Jor-Lar's face.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each strike shook the earth. After five or six punches, Jor-Lar's face was barely recognizable. Yet, his body began to regenerate rapidly, his cells splitting and multiplying. His already grotesque visage now resembled a scene from a car crash.
Meanwhile, from the wound on his back, small spines began to sprout, growing larger with each passing second.
"This guy… why does he look so much like Doomsday? Is this his original form?" Kaius muttered, confused.
In many iterations, Doomsday is depicted as a super-creature engineered during the ancient expansion era of Krypton. Used as the ultimate biological weapon, Doomsday was designed to adapt and grow stronger with each death.
There's even a theory that Kryptonian soldiers, like General Zod, were genetically enhanced with traces of Doomsday's DNA. This could explain versions where Zod transformed into Doomsday (as seen in Batman v Superman).
Doomsday wasn't initially strong but would always return stronger after each defeat. In the mainstream storylines, he was even responsible for killing Superman.
"Damn it… Don't tell me this guy is Jor-Lar, one of Zod's underlings, created with the same warrior gene!" Kaius thought aloud, his expression grim.