Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 255 I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

Chapter 255 I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

Realizing that Cecilia feared him far more than she trusted Mark, he acted impulsively and began his killing spree.

These cyborgs, who were supposed to be able to withstand a few punches and kicks from the aliens, were no challenge at all in front of the fearless Mark.

It was no more difficult for him to remove the limbs of these cyborgs than to break a tree branch.

Within a few rounds, Mark was covered in blood and had eliminated all the enemies within his field of vision.

"Is that all you're capable of?"

They were just a dozen or so cyborgs; they posed no threat whatsoever to the Invincible Young Hero.

"I know."

Faced with Mark's sarcasm, Cissell simply sighed, "Why did you have to push me to this point, Mark?"

Faced with a Void alien who could shatter him with the slightest touch, a nervous Cisel subconsciously touched the last patch of wrinkled skin remaining on his face.

The other parts of his body that were already made of artificial skin were peeled off during a mission when he was young, after being exposed to highly toxic chemicals.

The perpetrators of all this were a man and a woman, two terrorists.

As he grew older, Cissel could no longer even remember what the two people looked like.

All he remembered was discovering that his former chief had also brought the pair of terrorists who had killed 17 people in the terrorist attack under his control.

How angry I was when I was serving for the Global Defense Agency.

And how, in a fit of rage, he fired two shots on the spot, blowing the other person's head off.

Looking at Mark before him, Cissell saw only his younger self, but that didn't stop him from issuing Mark a final warning:

"This is the last warning, child. I will not say it a second time." "Growth" can sometimes be quite dramatic. After decades, Cisel has become qualified to take charge of the massive Global Defense Agency, shouldering the safety of the entire planet and even humanity.

So much so that he can no longer empathize with his younger self.

At Cecil's command, the spectral lights inside the White House were turned off, revealing the true forms of hundreds of cyborgs to Mark.

Cecilia took out the switch hidden inside her pocket, just in case:

"Go home now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

This was just one last futile attempt, because both sides had come this far, and Cissell knew that Mark would never give up.

"No! Unless you reveal everything you've done to others!"

"Are you serious, Mark?"

Cecilia had to once again marvel at Mark's naiveté—even at this point, the other party still harbored such immature ideas:

"You arrogant fool, do you really think I did all this secretly by myself?!"

"That means there's no room for negotiation!"

Finding themselves completely unable to communicate, the two ultimately resorted to violence.

The invincible young hero charged forward, preparing to bypass the cyborgs' defenses as quickly as possible and head straight for Sisel's location.

Cecilia pressed the button in her hand without hesitation—this was a secret weapon she had prepared to target people like Mark.

Young people like Mark, who have high moral standards, sometimes just need a wake-up call from reality.

Aren't you worried about Mark?

Through a few exchanges with Superman, the robot had already keenly sensed the other party's stance.

Perhaps due to similar abilities, or perhaps because they are both alien races, this Kryptonian is naturally closer to the Invincible Young Hero than to Cecil.

Joey, who was busy adjusting the equipment, was getting a little impatient with the questions: "Stop testing me."

It wasn't that Joey was morally upright or adhered to any kind of "non-interference principle"; he simply didn't have the time, or even the indifference, to glance in that direction.

"To be honest, I don't want to support either side."

Mark is naive and passionate, while Cecilia is submissive and accommodating. If you have to say, Mark is the one who started the trouble.

If it were the old Joey, he might have seriously considered which side made more sense.

But all he knows now is that if he doesn't run away, the Kryptonian pursuers who are right behind him probably won't listen to reason with this universe.

It's unlikely that Joe Al would develop the technology to deploy large numbers of troops to other universes in such a short time, so Joey optimistically estimates that the pursuing forces might only amount to a combat squad.

Anyone want to see how you get ganged up on by a dozen elite Kryptonians?

Joey was certain that nobody in the universe wanted to.

If a battle of this magnitude were left unchecked, it would probably grind the Earth into dust and put it into an urn called the Solar System.

"Don't hesitate, Rudy, just do what you want to do."

Joey is just a passerby in this universe. The robot's constant probing is simply to confirm whether Joey will intervene.

As for why the robot did this, Joey believes there are two explanations.

First, the robot is very concerned about either Cisel or Mark, and worries that their conflict will cause irreversible damage to the other.

From Joey's perspective, this is unlikely, because the robot's gaze will always be fixed on the beast girl who is about the same age as his little boy self.

Secondly, the robot is making a cost-benefit analysis, and in this analysis, the variable called "Superman" is so large that it cannot be ignored.

We must find a way to eliminate it.

The ultimate goal of this calculation is, of course, to reach a conclusion—which side the 'robot' should help.

Should he help Cecil, who represents the Global Defense Agency, or the "Earth's Strongest Hero," Invincible Young Hero?

Having gradually sorted out the parameters, Joey pressed the start button, while also offering advice to the bewildered 'robot':

"My opinion is that you can go help Mark; Cecilia's artificial organs probably won't last more than a few years."

Rudy, a child prodigy, hides his true feelings beneath the robot's armor. He is astonished that Superman can see right through him, and grows increasingly wary of Joey's presence.

"Is it that obvious?"

What he was thinking about was whether or not to take sides in this split, which would affect the global landscape many years from now.

He was not content to be just an ordinary member of the global security force, so he naturally had to plan more for his future.

Even someone like Joey, who had spent over a decade idly observing the Kansas farmland, could see the budding ambition in the young man before him.

"Yes, it wasn't obvious at first, but if you keep asking, it's a bit too deliberate."

Inside the Global Guardian base, the power systems and fans hummed, beginning to power and cool the communication tower after it had been programmed.

The communicator screen lit up with white dots representing cosmic noise, and the thought of returning soon filled Joey with a sense of relief.

Before leaving, Joey suddenly had a feeling that she had forgotten to take something.

This feeling often occurred to me when I was about to go out, and in most cases it was just a kind of inexplicable sense of disorientation and panic.

After confirming several times that he hadn't left anything behind in this world, Joey stopped worrying about the feeling.

Soon, Spider-Man's mask appeared on the communicator:

"Wow, long time no see, Superman! Mr. Stark said you'd definitely contact us first!"

He was standing on the moon, with the sunlit blue Earth behind him: "Give me a few seconds, I'll transfer the call over there!"

A crackling sound of electricity flashed by, and the monitor's camera switched again.

Joey and the robot saw Tony Stark's stubble-covered face together:

"Hey, Joey, it's been two or three months already! You really need to come back right away, our world is in grave danger!"

"What?!"

Seeing Tony's haggard look, Joey instinctively assumed that Ultron had come knocking on his door:

"Who hacked it? Was it Ultron?! Where's Batman?"

"Batman!? Is Batman the first person you thought of when you regained communication?!"

A mournful cry came from off-screen, followed by a purple figure that sent Iron Man flying as he tried to explain something. The figure's green eyes, bulging with hunger, were pressed against the screen, and the oppressive aura emanating from the gods made the robots present gasp for breath.

Oh ~

Now Joey remembered why she suddenly had the illusion that she had left something behind.

I left Ganata behind when I left!

"I'm starving! I'm going to eat you right now!!!!"

Across an entire screen and several universes, Galactus grinned, wishing she could jump out of the screen right now and take a bite out of Joey:

"Didn't you notice I wasn't on the bus before you went through that portal?!"