Chapter 141: Hank Loses Control! Luthor Steps In and Forcefully Takes Him Away!
Floating in the air, Jon saw Hank Henshaw, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He leaned forward, about to charge down.
Clark grabbed his shoulder and forcefully pulled him back.
"Calm down," Clark said in a low voice.
Down in the construction site, Hank Henshaw slammed an elbow fiercely into the body of the red dinosaur-man behind him.
The dinosaur-man was forced to release its grip, its entire body flying backward.
Hank Henshaw quickly turned around, grabbed its tail, and forcefully dragged it back.
The flesh on his face where the dinosaur-man had bitten him was torn open, exposing the silver-white metal skeleton beneath.
Hank Henshaw turned his head to look at a glass window beside the construction site that wasn't completely shattered, which reflected his half-human, half-machine face.
He slowly turned his head back, stared at the green dinosaur-men surrounding him with low growls, and said in a deep voice, "You monsters should obediently go to Hell."
As his voice fell, the surrounding green dinosaur-men lunged forward simultaneously.
Hank Henshaw swung the red dinosaur-man, sweeping it out as a weapon.
The green dinosaur-men were knocked flying one after another, some crashing into buildings outside the construction site, and others flying toward pedestrians on the roadside who couldn't dodge in time.
"Go save people first!" Clark shouted to Jon, then flew out.
At the same time, Kara and Marcus also flew out from the other side.
The two of them went left and right, catching several flying green dinosaur-men.
Jon saw another green dinosaur-man hurtling toward a mother and daughter.
He gritted his teeth and finally rushed over, steadily catching the dinosaur-man.
Then Jon threw the dinosaur-man aside and turned to look at the mother and daughter.
The little girl shrank into her mother's arms, tears streaming nonstop.
Jon squatted down and softened his voice, "Don't be afraid, it's okay now."
Bang!
A loud crash came from the street.
Jon turned his head sharply; the red dinosaur-man had been thrown onto the road, and Hank Henshaw rushed out from the construction site.
He stepped on the dinosaur-man, his double fists smashing down like raindrops.
Every single blow was accompanied by flying flesh and blood, and the dinosaur-man's body collapsed inward at a visible speed.
The woman quickly turned the little girl's head away.
The surrounding pedestrians were frightened and screamed at the bloody scene, and some even squatted on the ground and vomited.
Jon couldn't bear to watch any longer and was about to charge forward.
Clark had already taken the lead, punching Hank Henshawfrom the side.
Hank Henshaw's body flew straight out, rolling a few times in the air.
His legs plunged into the ground, plowing two long trenches before he barely managed to steady his figure.
Clark landed in front of him, extended a hand, and said in a deep voice, "Stop this."
Hank Henshaw abruptly raised his head.
His half-mechanical face was completely exposed to the public's eyes.
Hank Henshaw stared at Clark, his eyes filled with hatred, "I knew it, you aliens are in cahoots with these monsters!"
He raised one hand, his palm splitting open to reveal a laser cannon, his voice hoarse, "You all deserve to die!"
Just then, several black aircraft descended from high above, surrounding him on all sides while firing lasers simultaneously.
The lasers intertwined with each other, forming a circle of translucent energy barriers that tightly enclosed Hank Henshaw within.
Hank Henshaw looked at the aircraft surrounding him, then lowered his head to glance at his palm, which had already retracted the laser cannon.
He fell silent for a moment, then canceled the lasers and lowered his arms.
The aircraft slowly ascended, with Hank protected within the energy barrier, flying away into the distance alongside them.
Chapter 142: Planning to Get Rid of Hank Henshaw Under the Cover of Night! Jimmy Is Actually Dating a Dinosaur Man
Jon watched Hank Henshaw fly away and turned back to Clark's side.
His tone was both urgent and angry: "Dad, you should have seen it. He's just an unreasonable lunatic. We have to stop him in advance."
At this time, Marcus and Kara also flew back.
Marcus landed beside Jon and spoke in a calm tone: "I think Jon is quite right."
Kara nodded along, standing on Jon's side.
Clark was still hesitant. He looked in the direction where Hank had disappeared, his tone carrying hesitation: "Hankjust has a bit of prejudice against us. As long as we talk it through properly, everything will definitely be fine."
Jon's brows furrowed tightly.
Marcus reached out and patted his shoulder, speaking in a calm tone: "Your father is just this kind."
He paused for a moment and continued: "Aunt Kara and I are not the same as your father. Tonight, the three of us can quietly go and deal with Hank Henshaw."
"Marcus, don't corrupt the child!" Clark immediately spoke up.
Jon opened his mouth and was just about to say something when a heartbreaking scream suddenly came from the construction site: "Brother!"
Marcus and the others turned their heads to look at the same time.
A grayish-white Dinosaur Man ran out of the construction site.
It rushed all the way to the Red Dinosaur Man's side, threw itself onto it, and said with an anxious voice: "Brother! Who beat you up like this!"
A person was still sitting on its shoulder.
That person raised his head and waved at Clark and the others with some embarrassment.
"Uncle Jimmy?" Jon was stunned.
Clark also frowned: "Jimmy, what is this?"
Jimmy climbed down from the grayish-white Dinosaur Man's body and patted the dust off his clothes.
He squeezed out an awkward smile toward Clark: "Can we send it to the hospital first?"
The grayish-white Dinosaur Man also raised its head, its voice carrying a plea: "That's right, can you save my brother first."
Without hesitation, Clark was about to squat down and pick up the Red Dinosaur Man.
"There's no need to be so troublesome." Marcus spoke.
As his voice fell, the Aether Particle surged out from his palm, burrowing into the Red Dinosaur Man's body to heal it.
While healing the Red Dinosaur Man, Marcus tilted his head to look at Jimmy: "You can talk now. Why are you here?"
Jimmy scratched his head, the expression on his face being both awkward and fearful.
He gathered his thoughts and explained concisely: "I originally came to meet my date. As a result, I didn't expect that the date would be an underground Dinosaur Man."
At this time, the Red Dinosaur Man lying on the ground fluttered its eyelids and slowly opened its eyes, letting out a vague sound from its throat: "Uh..."
The grayish-white Dinosaur Man had been guarding by the side all along, and seeing this, it immediately leaped forward, its voice full of surprise: "Brother, you're fine! That's great!"
Everyone's gazes fell over.
The Red Dinosaur Man turned its head to look at its younger sister, just letting out a sigh of relief.
The next second, it caught a glimpse of the four people standing to the side—capable of flying, wearing battle suits, just like the ground bugs that beat it up just now.
It shivered all over, abruptly crawled up from the ground, and grabbed its sister's hand, its voice carrying an uncontrollable panic: "Sister, why are you here! Let's go quickly! The flying ground bugs are too terrifying!"
The grayish-white Dinosaur Man didn't have as much strength as its brother, and being dragged by him, it staggered a few steps and could only follow along running toward the construction site.
Right before entering the crevice, it turned its head back, looking at Jimmy lingeringly, its voice carrying a bit of solemnity: "Darling, I will come back to find you."
Jimmy didn't say anything, just stood in place and shivered.
Chapter 143: Arrogant Hank Rebels; Luthor Displays Absolute Control!
After the dinosaur siblings disappeared, Clark looked at Jimmy and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"
Jimmy shook his head, still looking lingeringly terrified. "I'm not hurt. My legs just feel a little weak."
Jon stepped closer and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Jimmy, didn't you notice anything strange about your date before?"
Jimmy gave a bitter smile. "When we chatted online, she said she liked staying in Underground Rooms. I thought she just meant she was an indoor person."
Clark sighed, reached out to pat Jimmy on the shoulder, and said reassuringly, "Next time you meet an online friend, remember to meet in a crowded place."
Jimmy's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say something, hurried footsteps echoed from around the corner. Lois ran over out of breath, her forehead covered in sweat. She rushed in front of everyone, bent over with her hands resting on her knees, and caught her breath before asking stammeringly, "Are you... all right?"
Clark stepped forward to support her, his voice gentle. "We're fine."
Lois looked up, her gaze falling on the disheveled Jimmy, then at the fissure behind him, her brow furrowing. "What on earth happened?"
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Inside Lex Luthor's private laboratory.
A massive projection screen hung in the center of the laboratory, playing on a loop the footage of Hank Henshawbloodily suppressing the dinosaur people at the construction site. The video paused on the most glaring frame: Hank's fist raised high, and the Dinosaur-man's face beaten beyond recognition.
At that moment, the laboratory doors opened, and Hank Henshaw strode inside. His suit was still stained with the green blood of the Dinosaur-man, and half of his mechanical face flickered under the light of the projection.
Luthor turned to look at Hank Henshaw, his voice laced with clear dissatisfaction. "Actions like this will make people afraid of you, Hank."
Hank Henshaw shifted his gaze from the screen to Luthor's face, his tone nonchalant. "They have no reason to be afraid. I am a hero."
Luthor shook his head at his arrogant display. "A hero knows restraint. If the public turns against you, we will never be able to replace Superman."
"Hmph, who cares what the public thinks?" Hank Henshawstrode toward Luthor, his steps growing heavier. "I possess supreme power. I can do whatever I want."
Luthor didn't step back. The bodyguards behind him were already moving. Four burly men in black stepped forward simultaneously, standing between Luthor and Hank. One of them raised a hand, his palm almost pressing against Hank's chest. "Stop."
Hank Henshaw looked down at the hand and let out a contemptuous snort. "I don't take orders from you."
As soon as he spoke, he swung his hand forcefully a few times. After several dull thuds, the four bodyguards flew backward like marionettes with severed strings—some slamming into the walls, others crashing beside the lab tables, shattering glassware across the floor.
Hank walked up to one of the bodyguards lying on the floor. Supporting himself on his arms, the bodyguard tried to crawl up, half of his face covered in blood. Hank raised his foot.
Click.
A faint sound of a mechanical switch clicked.
Hank Henshaw's body froze instantly. Dazzling blue electric arcs burst out from inside his body, surging across his entire frame. Trembling violently in the current, he lowered his raised leg, his knees buckling as he collapsed to his knees.
Luthor stood a few paces away, holding a palm-sized remote control. His thumb was pressed down on the red button, his face cold and expressionless.
"You possess power?" Luthor walked up to Hank, looking down at him kneeling on the floor, his entire body convulsing. "No, Hank. I possess the power. And I can take yours away at any moment."
Hank twitched all over, a broken voice squeezing out of his throat, "You... you..."
Luthor adjusted his collar and said to the stunned assistants nearby, "Take him to the maintenance pod."
Chapter 144: Casual Chat on the Way Back to the Farm, Two Unfamiliar Super Figures Suddenly Descend!
After listening to everyone's accounts, Lois crossed her arms, her tone complicated: "Hank used to be a very good person. I didn't expect him to turn out like this now."
Jon took over the conversation: "So we have to deal with him before he makes a move."
"Absolutely not." Lois crossed her hands in front of her chest to form an X, her tone very decisive, "Although Hankhas indeed changed, after all, he hasn't truly harmed anyone yet."
Jon became anxious: "But!"
Lois pressed her hands on Jon's shoulders, interrupting him with a serious expression: "If you're really worried, we can go find Lex Luthor. We just need to have him modify Hankback."
Jon opened his mouth, looking at Lois's serious expression, and slowly lowered his head. He knew that the future events couldn't entirely be blamed on the Hank here, but whenever he thought of that figure destroying everything, his hands still clenched tightly.
Clark stepped forward and gently patted Jon on the back: "We can try the method Lois mentioned first. Before Hanktruly crosses the line, we still have leeway."
Marcus had been silent all along and only spoke upon hearing this: "Lex Luthor won't listen to you guys."
Kara tilted her head: "Worst comes to worst, I'll fly over and make him agree with my fists."
Clark gave her a helpless look: "Kara, you can't use violence."
Lois also rolled her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness: "We're going to negotiate, not to fight."
She looked at the disheveled Jimmy, paused for a moment, and then continued: "However, before going to negotiate with Luthor, let's return to the farm first. Think carefully about how we can make Luthor agree to our conditions."
Hearing that they were going back to the farm, Jimmyperked up quite a bit. He nodded hurriedly: "Right, right, right, let's go back first. I need a good bath, and then a big meal cooked by Aunt Martha."
Kara grabbed Marcus's hand, her whole body already leaving the ground: "What are we waiting for, let's hurry back!"
Before her voice trailed off, she had already flown toward the farm with Marcus.
Clark also gently picked up Lois in his arms. He turned his head and said to Jon: "Jon, I'll have to trouble you with Jimmy."
Jon nodded, walked over to Jimmy, and slightly bent his knees with his back facing him: "Uncle Jimmy, let's go."
Jimmy didn't stand on ceremony either, climbing directly onto Jon's back. Jon supported his legs, gave a light push off the ground, and flew up, following behind Clark and the others.
Jimmy wrapped his arms around Jon's neck and suddenly asked curiously: "Come to think of it, why do you call me Uncle Jimmy?"
Jon flew steadily, his tone very natural: "Because I am Superman's son."
"What!" Jimmy's voice echoed through the night sky.
On the way back, Jon explained the whole matter from beginning to end, and Jimmy listened with his mouth wide open for a long time afterward.
As soon as they returned to the farm and their feet touched the ground, a huge bolt of yellow lightning struck down from the sky, crashing into the center of the courtyard. The blinding light forced everyone to squint. When the light dissipated, two figures appeared on the courtyard's lawn.
They wore red and blue combat suits in a style similar to Jon's. Standing in front was a teenager whose face was almost identical to Jon's, except upon close inspection, a very faint old white scar could be found on his cheek. Half a step behind him stood a dark-haired young girl, also wearing a Superman combat suit, with quiet and alert eyes.
Clark looked at that teenager, his pupils shrinking violently, his voice filled with shock: "Jon!"
Chapter 145: The Kent Family's New Child, Out-of-Control Artificial Superman, Luthor base Crisis Erupts!
Clark's gaze moved away from that youth and fell upon the dark-haired girl behind him.
He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Uh, who is this?"
The girl took a step forward, raised her hand to wave gently at Clark and Lois, and a smile appeared on her face: "Hello, Mom and Dad. I am Laura."
"I—we still have a daughter?" Lois looked at Clark in surprise, and then looked at Laura.
Clark also didn't know what to say for a moment. He was stunned for several seconds before squeezing out: "Hello, Laura."
After finishing, he turned to the other Jon, his tone still carrying a bit of unrecovered trance: "Jon, are you guys also here to change the past?"
That youth first corrected: "My name is Jonathan." Afterwards, he asked back somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"
Then his gaze swept over Jon and Marcus standing to the side, his brows slightly furrowed, and he added another sentence: "And, who are they two?"
Clark opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain for a moment. Just as the atmosphere was getting increasingly stiff, the door of the farm house was pushed open.
Martha walked out, her apron still untied, holding a rag in her hand. She looked at the three extra strange children in the yard, then looked at the expressions of Clark and Lois, without asking much, just turned sideways and waved to everyone: "Whatever is the matter, let's go inside and talk slowly."
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Inside the Luthor Corporation building, Hank Henshaw lay in the maintenance pod. Mechanical arms moved back and forth above his body, and welding sparks lit up from time to time. In front of him, a projected news broadcast was playing silently, images switching one after another, and the sound echoed in the empty maintenance room.
"Hank Henshaw, once with extraordinary achievements, highly sought after, was revered as a hero."
"What has happened to that United States hero now?"
"Hank Henshaw's past mission was to lead humanity toward a brighter tomorrow."
Hank closed his eyes tightly, those sounds filtering in, like drifting from a very, very distant place. In his mind, he subconsciously recalled what Lex Luthor had said: "They are afraid of you, Hank."
In the projection, the anchor's voice continued: "But now, he is a modified cyborg Superman."
"Should he be pitied, or should he be feared?"
A voice rang out from the projection, cold and resolute: "That person no longer exists."
Hank suddenly opened his eyes. In the projection, an interviewee was facing the camera, their voice clearly spreading through the entire maintenance room: "Hank Henshaw is not our hero."
Hank's pupils turned red bit by bit. The projection screen, as if stuck, repeated that sentence: "Hank Henshaw is not our hero. Hank Henshaw is not our hero."
The next second, he suddenly sat up. The mechanical arm was pulled off track by his movement, emitting a harsh metallic friction sound. His palm split open, revealing a laser cannon, and he raised his arm as a searing red beam swept across. The projection screen, mechanical arms, control consoles, and lighting fixtures in the maintenance room all exploded under the laser strafing, and sparks and smoke instantly swallowed the entire room.
Hank Henshaw sat in the maintenance pod, looking at the messy maintenance room before him. He was silent for a moment, and a red light flashed through his pupils once more. He stood up, dragging his heavy footsteps outward. When passing through the corridor, several rows of recharging Robots stood quietly on both sides; every time his pupils swept across one, that Robot's indicator light would light up accordingly.
He passed through several automatic doors and came before the control room where Luthor was located. The doors slid open to both sides, and he walked in.
Chapter 146: Negotiations Completely Breakdown, HankPersonally Overthrows Luthor's Control
Luthor had his back to the door, his fingers tapping rapidly on the control screen as he was fine-tuning the parameters for a row of Robots.
Without even turning his head, his tone carried obvious impatience: "I am very busy right now. Whatever it is, talk about it later, Hank."
"Then make time."
Hank stood behind him, his voice carrying unquestionable oppressiveness.
"Sorry."
Luthor turned around, looking at Hank with his tone dropping a few degrees, "Didn't we just talk about who the boss is here?"
Hank spread his hands with a faint smile on his face: "We did talk about it. But."
He sighed slightly and took steps to walk toward Luthor, "I remembered that you forgot one thing."
Luthor watched him approach step by step, his body leaning back slightly, but he did not retreat.
Hank stopped in front of him, lowering his head slightly, his voice as light as casual chatter: "That is the food chain. And your position in the food chain."
Luthor looked at Hank right before him, the muscles on his face twitching once.
He quickly pulled a remote control out of his pocket, aiming the red button at Hank, his voice lowered to an extreme: "This is the second warning, Hank. Don't make me warn you a third time."
"There will definitely not be a third time."
Hank Henshaw's pupils suddenly turned red, his gaze locking directly onto the remote control in Luthor's hand.
The next instant, Luthor only felt his palm burn, and the remote control exploded into a ball of sparks in his hand.
He let out a painful cry, abruptly taking a step back as his lower back crashed against the control console.
Then, ignoring the severe pain in his hand, he hurriedly turned around, his ten fingers tapping frantically on the control console, trying to reconnect to Hank's control System.
But after he only tapped a few times, the control console began to flicker out of his control, the screen turning completely red.
He slammed the buttons a few times, but there was no response at all.
Luthor gritted his teeth, hesitating no longer as he turned and rushed toward the door.
Hank Henshaw did not try to stop him, the red light in his pupils flashing twice more.
The indicator lights of the two Robots beside them lit up simultaneously.
Then the two Robots stepped forward from left and right, precisely grabbing Luthor's arms.
Luthor struggled desperately, his leather shoes stomping loudly against the floor, but the palms of those two Robots were like iron pliers, unmoving.
The two Robots dragged Luthor in front of Hank and gave him a forceful toss.
Luthor collapsed facedown at Hank's feet, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his palm charred black from the remote control explosion.
He hurriedly raised his head, forcing out a smile uglier than crying, his voice trembling: "Hank, Hank, let's talk things out properly."
Lex Luthor crawled up from the ground into a kneeling position, then raised both hands to make a soothing gesture, speaking at an extremely fast pace: "You want more autonomy? Completely no problem. You can have it."
Hank Henshaw grabbed the clothes in front of Luthor's chest, lifting his whole body up.
He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anger: "I just want my life back!"
He looked down at himself, that half-human, half-mechanical body casting a cold gleam under the lights.
He raised his head, his voice squeezing out from between his teeth: "It's you. You turned me into a terrifying monster."
Luthor's feet were suspended in the air, yet he managed to force a trace of calmness onto his face.
He looked at Hank and slowly said: "Hank, the one who turned you into this appearance and took everything from you is not me."
He raised his hand, holding the hand with which Hank was grabbing his collar, a hint of earnestness in his tone: "It's all those aliens. They are the ones who took everything from you. It was me who saved you, and I gave you power. So you don't want to punish me. What you want to punish are those aliens, especially Superman."
Hank Henshaw looked at him silently, the red light in his pupils flickering erratically.
Moments later, he let go of his hand.
Luthor fell from mid-air, staggering a bit before steadying himself.
He straightened his crumpled collar, revealing a smile again as he looked at Hank: "I won't stop you. In fact, I will even help you."
He took two steps forward, spreading his hands, his tone carrying the warmth innate to a businessman: "From now on, us—"
Before Luthor could finish speaking, Hank extended a single finger, pressing it against his chest.
His voice had no fluctuation whatsoever: "There is no us anymore."
As the words fell, Hank Henshaw flicked his fingertips lightly.
Luthor only felt his chest struck by a truck, his entire body flying backward, shattering the glass curtain wall behind him and crashing into a pile of Robot parts.
The metal parts clattered down onto him, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Hank Henshaw withdrew his hand, looking at Luthor collapsed in the pile of parts with an indifferent tone: "Recognize your own position."
Chapter 147: Hank Publicly Declares War on Superman
Kent Farm.
Jonathan Kent sat on the sofa, holding a cup of hot cocoa freshly brought by Martha, having listened to the whole story from beginning to end. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long while before speaking:
"So, even if we kill Lex Luthor, we still cannot change the future?"
Marcus sat opposite him and replied in a calm tone: "Since neither of your Worlds has me, that proves our Worlds are not the same one."
Jonathan lowered his head even further, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Then what is the meaning of bringing us here?"
Laura walked to his side, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "Brother, what should we do now?"
Jonathan shook his head, his voice sounding as if all his strength had been drained: "I don't know. I need some quiet time."
After speaking, he stood up, walked to the door, pushed it open, gave a light push with his feet, and flew out.
Laura gazed in the direction where Jonathan had disappeared, her fingers tightening slightly at her sides. Clark walked up to her, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a gentle voice: "Let him be alone for a while. Once he figures things out, he will naturally come back."
Laura nodded, turned around, and sat back down by the sofa. Her back was held very straight, and her hands rested on her knees.
Lois sat down beside her and lowered her voice a bit: "Laura, can you tell me what happened in your World?"
Laura was silent for a moment before she spoke: "In our era, Luthor commanded an army composed of Kryptonclones, defeated Superman, and took control of the World."
Lois spread her hands with an expression as if she had expected it all along: "Not surprising at all. That guy Luthor always manages to pull off big stunts."
Laura lowered her head, her voice as soft as if she were talking to herself: "In that World, we hid every day. Cities were patrolled by clones, and everyone lived in fear." She paused, "That's why we wanted to come back and change the future."
Just at that moment, all the televisions across the Worldsuddenly lit up, their screens uniformly switching to real-time footage of Metropolis. The television at Kent Farmwas no exception, and everyone in the living room was instantly drawn to the images on the screen.
High above Metropolis, the laser cannon in Hank Henshaw's hands fiercely bombarded the area below. A statue of Superman rapidly melted in the laser fire, the liquid dripping down along the base.
Hank Henshaw looked into the camera, his voice carrying through the television to every corner: "Superman, look at how they go out of their way to avoid me."
In the footage, the citizens of Metropolis screamed and fled in all directions. Thick smoke billowed across the streets, and the sounds of explosions echoed one after another.
"Since you want to be the hero of this World, then come and fight for it." There was thinly veiled madness in Hank Henshaw's voice.
Although Clark had long known that the Hank Henshawfrom another World had destroyed the World, when he saw it happening in his own World with his own eyes, he still froze in place.
Jon didn't say a thing; with a flash of his figure, he flew directly toward Metropolis.
Laura gazed at the screen and muttered softly: "I know what to do." As her voice fell, she also flew out after him.
Recovering his senses, Superman and Kara exchanged a glance and hurriedly gave chase.
Outside, Bizarro, who had just returned from walking Krypto, stood in the yard, looking up at the departing figures of Clark and the others, then turned his head to look at Marcus, who had just walked out of the house, and asked with a blank look: "What happened?"
Chapter 148: Hank Goes Berserk and Fights Superman to the Death
Marcus looked at Bizarro and said calmly, "Hank Henshawis out of control. Clark and the others went to stop him."
After hearing this, Bizarro clenched his fists: "I want to go help too."
Krypto, who was by his feet, let out a bark, tail raised, looking like he wanted to tag along as well.
Marcus didn't stop him, nodding. "Go ahead. But Kryptohas to stay behind to protect Martha, Lois, and the others."
Bizarro immediately squatted down, cupping Krypto's face in both hands, and said earnestly, "Krypto, you stay behind to protect Aunt Martha and the others, okay?"
Krypto's ears and tail drooped together, a low whimpering sound coming from his throat. But he still nodded and turned to run back into the house.
After watching Krypto go inside, Bizarro stood up and flew toward Metropolis together with Marcus.
On the other side, above Metropolis.
Hank Henshaw hovered amidst the thick smoke and flames.
He looked down at the crowd fleeing in all directions, his voice low and filled with madness: "Superman, if you want to be their hero, then come on and fight for them."
He paused, dropping his voice even lower, "Fight like a hero, and then die like a hero."
At that moment, an angry voice sounded from behind him: "Hank Henshaw!"
Hank Henshaw turned around and saw Clark and the others.
Jon clenched his fists and rushed straight toward Hank Henshaw.
Clark chased up from behind, grabbed his arm mid-air, and stopped him.
Kara and Laura also stopped behind them.
Laura looked at Kara and said in a low voice, "Aunt Kara, leave Hank Henshaw to you guys. I'll go deal with Lex Luthor."
Without waiting for the others to respond, she turned and flew toward the direction of LexCorp Tower.
Hank Henshaw merely glanced sideways at the direction Laura was leaving in, then withdrew his gaze.
He looked back at Clark and said in a low voice, "You've finally come, Superman."
Clark looked at Hank, his voice earnest: "Hank, we don't have to be enemies. We used to fight side by side."
"No!" Hank Henshaw roared, interrupting him. "There is no 'we'. It's me! I once protected my World from aliens!"
He reached out, pointing straight at Clark, his voice full of hatred: "You are the one who made people abandon me. You are the one who took away my future."
He lowered his hand, staring fixedly at Clark as his tone grew colder: "Now, I'm going to take yours away too."
As the words fell, Hank Henshaw and the two Robots beside him rushed out simultaneously.
The two Robots raised their hands a step ahead, firing two laser beams at Kara and Jon respectively.
Kara and Jon hurriedly scattered to the sides.
As Hank Henshaw flew toward Clark, he growled low: "I've worked hard and trained my whole life for my own future!"
Before his voice faded, he had already appeared in front of Clark, smashing down fiercely with a punch.
Clark immediately raised his hands to defend, but that immense force far exceeded his expectations.
His entire body was blasted flying backward.
Hank pursued closely, smashing down punch after punch, each punch filled with anger: "And you suddenly appeared, taking away everything that should have belonged to me!"
Clark gritted his teeth through the continuous bombardment, finally finding an opening the moment Hankpulled back his fist.
He let out a fierce shout, wrapping his entire strength into his right fist as he smashed it hard against Hank's face.
Hank's head jerked sharply to the side, the flesh of half his face tearing apart with that punch, revealing the silvery-white mechanical facial bone underneath.
He was sent flying, spinning a few rounds in the air before barely stabilizing himself.
He raised a hand to touch his shattered cheek, the red in his pupils glowing frighteningly bright.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, he looked up and roared to the sky, and then dazzling blue flames simultaneously spewed from the thrusters on his back, arms, and soles.
His speed skyrocketed severalfold in an instant, and his entire figure vanished from the spot.
Chapter 149: World Crushing! Hank Brutalizes Superman
Before Clark could even react, a cold hand had grabbed the back of his head from behind.
Hank pushed Clark's head down and smashed through building after building.
Glass curtain walls exploded one after another behind them, and gravel and debris rained down toward the street.
When the two stopped in front of a building, Hankgrabbed Clark's head and fiercely pressed him against the glass curtain wall.
Web-like cracks spread out in all directions with Clark's face at the center.
Hank looked at his reflection in the glass, half of his face already completely mechanized.
His voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, carrying a suppressed and distorted despair: "Look at what all my sacrifices have traded for."
He gripped Clark's head and slammed it hard against the glass once more.
With a bang, glass fragments splattered everywhere.
"Look at what I've become!"
Then Hank Henshaw withdrew his hand, dragged Clark's body, and smashed him fiercely toward the ground.
Boom!
The ground was smashed into a large crater.
Dust, smoke, and gravel soared into the sky.
Clark immediately propped his body up from the crater, raised his head, and shouted at the passersby who hadn't escaped far: "Run!"
The passersby fled in panic in all directions.
A few children, held in their parents' arms, still looked back at Clark and shouted with childish voices: "Go Superman!"
In the air, Hank Henshaw flew to the top of the building and reached out to dismantle the huge metal globe.
He looked down at Clark by the edge of the crater, his voice carrying a distorted pleasure: "Look how much they care about you."
As his voice fell, he violently smashed the globe down, his roar echoing among the buildings: "But all of this should have been mine!"
Clark looked up and saw the huge sphere pressing down toward him.
There were still a few people behind him who hadn't run far.
Clark clenched his teeth, charged forward abruptly, and propped up the globe fiercely with both hands.
The huge impact force plowed two deep trenches with his feet on the road surface.
The next second, Hank Henshaw appeared above the globe, raised his fist, and smashed it down fiercely.
"Ah!" Clark let out a suppressed low roar, the immense pressure piercing straight down from the top of his head.
He dropped onto one knee with a bang, and the ground cracked open a circle of web-like patterns beneath his knees.
He gritted his teeth, his arms still trembling, but he never let that globe smash down.
High in the air, Jon and Kara were tightly entangled by two Robots.
Lasers constantly exploded around them, and two figures shuttled back and forth through the rain of light.
Suddenly, Clark's painful roar came from below.
Kara's movements paused abruptly.
Her gaze changed instantly, and the Robot behind her had already raised his arm, gathering a dazzling red light in his palm.
Kara did not look back, forcibly enduring that laser blast.
The beam slammed into her back, burning a tear in her battle uniform, but she used this impact force to dart forward, wrapping her arms around the waist of the Robotthat was chasing Jon.
"Go save Clark!" Kara turned her head and shouted at Jon.
"Aunt Kara!" Jon looked at her with a face full of worry.
Kara exerted force with both arms, fiercely throwing the Robot in her embrace toward the other oncoming Robot.
The two Robots collided together, exploding into a large fireball.
She turned her head, her tone even more urgent: "Hurry!"
Jon gritted his teeth, shifted his figure, and swooped down toward the ground.
Kara looked back at the fireball of the explosion.
The two Robots staggered out from the flames, their outer shells covered in cracks.
She raised both fists, striking heavily against her chest, her voice carrying burning Battle Intent: "Let me tear you Robots apart."
Before her voice fell, both Robots opened fire simultaneously.
Kara charged forward against the artillery fire.
On the ground, Hank Henshaw stood on the globe, looking down condescendingly at Clark, who was struggling to support it below.
A nearly cruel smile appeared on his face: "It seems the weight of the World is too heavy for you. Let me help release you, Superman."
With that, he raised his foot and stomped down heavily.
Chapter 150 Desperate Situation Arrives! Hank Severely Injures the Superman Family
Just then, a red and blue figure came tearing through the air from the side, kicking fiercely against Hank Henshaw's chest.
Hank was kicked flying, bouncing a few times on the ground before crashing into an overturned car by the roadside.
After kicking Hank away, Jon landed beside Clark.
The two exchanged a glance and exerted their strength simultaneously, lifting the huge globe from the ground and carrying it all the way to the top of the building.
Then Jon's eyes turned red, and his heat vision swept across the break, welding the globe back onto its base.
Clark looked at Jon, panting as he said, "Jon, it's too dangerous here, you have to leave."
"No, Dad, I have to help—" Before Jon could finish, a figure came tearing through the air from the side.
The next second, Hank Henshaw's fist smashed hard into Jon's face.
Jon's body flew out like a cannonball, slamming heavily onto the street.
"Jon!" Just as Clark cried out the name, Hank Henshaw had already turned around and kicked him in the chest.
Clark was kicked flying backwards, his body crashing through a billboard by the street.
Hank Henshaw did not immediately pursue Clark.
His figure flickered and he appeared above Jon, clasping his fists together into a hammer and smashing heavily onto Jon.
Jon let out a miserable, painful scream, and the ground beneath him collapsed a bit further downward.
Then Hank Henshaw grabbed Jon by the neck and lifted him up, his voice warped with anger: "Dad? You aliens actually reproduce!"
"Hank!"
Clark flew out from the ruins, his red cape fluttering wildly in the wind.
He rushed straight toward Hank.
Hank Henshaw turned his head, looked at the oncoming Superman, and gave his arm a fierce swing.
Jon was used as a weapon and smashed fiercely toward Clark.
Seeing this, Clark hurriedly extended his hands to catch Jon.
The huge impact caused both of them to crash into the ground together, smashing a large crater into the asphalt road surface.
Before the dust and smoke had cleared, Hank Henshaw's figure had already appeared beside them.
He raised his foot and delivered a heavy kick straight into Jon.
Jon was kicked directly out of Clark's arms.
Then, Hank Henshaw pressed Clark's head and smashed it fiercely against the ground a few times.
His voice became more and more distorted with each impact:
"I can never have a Family and children again!" Bam!
"Yet you can?" Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The gravel on the road was blasted away time and time again, and Clark's face was already covered in dust and bloodstains.
Hank finally stopped his hand, grabbing Clark by the hair, lifting him up from the crater, and flying into mid-air.
A live-stream Robot was hovering not far away, with its lens pointed straight at them.
Hank pushed Clark toward the camera, a crazy smile on his face: "I can't wait to kill you in front of the World and your son."
On the ground, Jon struggled to prop up his upper body.
He reached out a hand toward the air, his voice weak yet using all his strength: "Dad..."
"Stay away from my Family!"
Suddenly, a crisp, explosive shout burst out.
Kara's figure appeared like lightning, her face full of fury, her right fist already having smashed out.
That punch hit Hank Henshaw heavily in the face.
His whole body spun as he flew out, and his grip on Clarkwas forced to loosen.
Clark fell from mid-air.
Kara didn't even look at Hank Henshaw, turning and flying over to steadily catch Clark with both hands.
Kara gently set Clark down, reaching out to support his back, her eyes full of worry: "Clark, are you okay?"
Clark raised a hand to wipe the blood from his face, took a few breaths, and managed to force a small smile: "I'm fine, Kara."
Jon dragged his heavy body, limping over to the two of them.
He first glanced at Clark's injuries, then looked up at Kara, anxiety hard to hide in his tone: "Aunt Kara, where are those Robots?"
Kara turned her head and smiled at him: "Don't worry, the Robots have all been dealt with by Marcus."
Just as Jon was about to say something else, the ruins not far away suddenly exploded.
Hank Henshaw was covered in dust, and he was furious to the extreme:
"I'll let you all witness the true power of this body right now!"
As the words fell, he fiercely ripped open the emblem on his chest.
The breastplate shattered in response, revealing the Kryptonite embedded right in the center.
Green light spilled out from his chest, casting an eerie green glow over half of his face.
Kara's expression changed drastically, her body going soft as she almost dropped to her knees.
Clark also groaned softly, dropping to one knee.
Gritting his teeth, Jon was similarly affected by the Kryptonite, his breathing becoming rapid.
He barely managed to stand in front of Clark and Kara, his legs trembling uncontrollably, yet refusing to take a step back.