Chapitre 32: Chapter 32 Return
Mungo, the most powerful ruler in the world of war at the moment, was facing the hangar door that was torn apart by Jay. His staff officer held his breath and carefully observed his boss's expression for a moment, but he couldn't read the slightest emotion from the knife-cut face.
He thought about it for a while and felt that he still had to report some things in time, so he said softly: "The enemy has invaded the scientific research department of humanity, and they have robbed all the prisoners of the earth. The soldiers who encountered the invaders reported that the enemy had only two but seemed to be Kryptonians. Because they…"
His words seemed to touch a particular part of Mungo's heart, his rigid face suddenly fluctuated violently, and his scarlet eyes burst into flames for a moment. The staff had never seen such a look in the eyes of his tyrannical monarch, and there was something in his eyes that could almost be described as a twisted frenzy.
The staff officer was so frightened that he swallowed the second half of the words, and Mungo asked calmly, "How are they?"
The cold and heavy voice frightened him back to his senses and said hurriedly: "Yes...they wear the mark of Kal-El on their chests, the Kryptonian from Earth, called by the people of Earth. for 'Superman.'"
Mungo took two steps closer, and his burly figure covered the crimson sunlight, shrouding the staff in his shadow. He said: "Of course, I know who Kal-El is, and I will never forget the item to chase, and we guess their target may be the interstellar space leading to Earth in the garbage dump. Door."
"Idiot! How could a team capture two Kryptonians!?" Mungo was so angry that his face almost changed shape.
"Yes, yes, we will send additional staff immediately..."
"Idiot! Can we still catch up now?" Mungo almost roared angrily. The poor staff officer was trained to spit, and he dared not reach out to wipe it. He has only been in this position for two short years. He doesn't know what kind of festivals this monarch has had with Kryptonians in the past. He was so excited when he heard this term.
Mungo pondered for a while and said: "Add three teams to pursue and close that stargate simultaneously."
After listening to his instructions, the staff officer raised his head in surprise without being afraid: "Turn it off...? And building a stable stargate on Earth and the world at war consumes a lot of our energy and time, and if it is forcibly closed, it will cost us..."
"Just do what I say!" Mungo raised his voice an octave and shouted, "At all costs, the Kryptonians must be captured!"
The staff officer spat on his face again and bowed his head submissively. In his heart, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of history this tyrant and the Kryptonians had. Mungo looked at the dark red sky outside the window and said solemnly: "Prepare the spaceship; I will go in person."
Jay watched with satisfaction at the three spherical aircraft chasing behind him; one accelerated into the downtown area. Entering the densely populated place, the firepower of the three aircraft still did not stop at all, and they continued to shoot at Jay without interruption. Then all of them fell on the buildings in the urban area. Suddenly, the city was bursting with flames, and the building debris was blown into the sky, causing chaos below.
Jay's chest was beginning to feel short of breath, his hands and feet were starting to feel a little numb, and he had only been flying for a few minutes, and he would typically generally hours on Earth without breathing.
This meant he had to fight fast.
He picked out a narrow gap between the buildings and rushed in, taking advantage of his size to fly like a fish in the narrow gap the buildings. Compared with ordinary flying objects, the three spherical aircraft's thin size was an advantage, but it became a disadvantage here. They struggled to follow Jay through the complex terrain, and the pilot had to maintain a high-speed drive to ensure that he did not lose his target, while he had to constantly move up and down, left and right, to avoid all kinds of chaotic obstacles.
Jay flew very tricky up and down, left and right, always picking the most challenging flying route. Finally, after he didn't know the first few sharp turns without warning, the aircraft hanging at the end of the queue made an operation error and crashed into a circular cone-shaped building with a shiny outer shell. It became a scalding fireball with thick smoke when it cracked from the other side.
I got four, and the last two left.
But at the same time, maintaining such a high-speed flight and turning and turning so frequently also exacerbated Jay's physical exhaustion. The rays of the red stars shone down on his body from the deep red sky, exhausting every cell in his body. His hands and feet softened, and the figure flying in the air sank suddenly, almost falling headfirst.
He quickly adjusted in half a second, but this brief moment became a fatal flaw in the fierce pursuit. The four laser beams from the two aircraft landed on his back almost at the exact second, causing him to groan, and black smoke fell behind him. He maintained high-speed inertia like a burning airliner crashing toward an alien open-air restaurant, and his body smashed countless tables and chairs before barely stopping.
Jay panted and got up; the pain behind his back must have been burned. But he should be glad that his defenses have not degraded too much because those few lasers are enough to melt most metals on the earth in an instant.
He felt slight tinnitus, and the super hearing seemed utterly useless. The surrounding alien residents screamed in panic and quickly fled away like a plague god. When he got up, he seemed to see the green seahorse that smiled and waved at him before, and Carla seemed to say that it was a woman from a mountain or something, but he couldn't remember.
"That's right, hurry up," Jay muttered to the panicked crowd, "you're not going to want to stay because things might get a little ugly next."
The humming of the orb's engines re-entered his cochlea—that didn't require any super senses, as their screeching sound could be heard a few blocks away. One of the craft seemed to temporarily leave its comrade behind as it strafed both sides of the barrel violently at the same time and dived towards Jay at full engine power. The dense laser light was drawn into two long blue light curtains in front of Jay, and two dazzling firelights dragged on the ground, pointing straight at Jay's position.
Jay casually picked up half of the electronic propaganda board that was broken in two. It was painted with a picture of the upper body of the ruler Mungo grinning, and the image was constantly shaking.
He strode forward, gripped the alien propaganda board tightly with both hands, and swung it with full force in a standard baseball swing as the frantically pouring artillery aircraft passed over his head. The electronic screen burst open the moment it hit the cabin, and the windshield of the house was covered with cobweb-like thick lines in a fraction of a second. It flew backward in the opposite direction like a home-run baseball, hitting a speeding companion behind it on a precise trajectory. The last two vehicles were instantly disintegrated into many broken parts in the gorgeous sparks, and the sparks were scattered all over the ground.
Jay finally sighed in relief after the final swing. At this moment, he couldn't help but think back to when he was so tired that he couldn't breathe during the 1000-meter long-distance race in sports in his last lifelateris feeling was unforgettable because he hadn't sweated a single drop for six years.
He forced himself to support his disengaged body and staggered to fly again. He couldn't stop here because he still had unfulfilled promises and people waiting for him. Even in response to their expectations, he had to cheer up.
Kara managed to drive in the spaceship before the teleporters closed, but the tunnel itself had begun to lose stability by the time their hull rushed into the turbulent tunnel. The space built by energy disintegrates gradually, gradually deteriorating outside the windshield. A large amount of erosive power scraped the hull violently, like a rush of rapids hitting the hull and shaking the hull. Parts and pieces of metal kept sloughing off the hull in rapid turbulence, and everyone could hear the cry of the ship nearing disintegration beneath their feet.
The raging energy is like countless thorns; the windshield is covered with cracks and almost robs the driver of all vision. But the light from the exit finally came in through the gap. Carla clenched the joystick and shouted, "Everyone, hold on tight!"
The violent turbulence reached its peak when the spacecraft rushed out of the chaotic tunnel. The bottom of the ship violently touched the ground and glided at high speed, dragging out a long string of dazzling sparks. The wings of the left wing of the spacecraft had already been broken in the turbulence, and at this moment, the right wing was also damaged during a long taxiing. The spaceship spun, slammed into a wall, and barely stopped, churning smoke from the scrapped engine.
Carla took a deep breath, unbelievable that she had done it.
"Okay, this is the end of the interstellar return journey. Please count the good things, um... get off the plane orderly..."
As she spoke, she pressed the button to open the cabin door but found that the cabin door seemed to be stuck in the impact, so she had to go to the stern and tore off a piece of the two cabin doors, but she didn't expect that there was a door waiting for her outside the cabin. The barrel of the gun pointed around her head.
I saw soldiers in black combat uniforms densely surrounded by soldiers outside the cabin, all wearing black helmets and goggles, pointing to the cabin door as if they were waiting for some vicious alien monster.
"Put down your guns." The huntress strode out of the queue and came to Kara, "They are not enemies."
She looked like the commander here, and the soldiers put down their guns obediently and stepped aside. Kara frowned: "Helena. Didn't you work for the government? What are you doing here?"
They were no strangers before. Helena shrugged: "As you can see, she is working part-time. We got news of the unexpected situation of Carey's technology innovation. Why don't I bring someone to investigate the situation?"
She motioned for her people to rescue the people who escaped in the spaceship quickly, and after sweeping around, she couldn't help frowning slightly: "I heard that there is another guy with you; he didn't come back?"
Kara's eyes turned to the purple tunnel throbbing with electricity: "He'll catch up soon."
"But the reading of this device has reached a critical value. It has completely lost its stability and will soon disappear." Helena frowned, "If he doesn't catch up within the next thirty seconds, there is no chance."
Kara's eyebrows twitched, seemingly tense for a moment. But soon, her eyes returned firmly to the swirling vortex.
"He promised," she said. "He'll be back, I'm sure."
Her trust was finally worth it when there was less than one second left in the thirty-second countdown. When the disintegrating tunnel was spinning and closing, the red and blue afterimage shot like a bullet that penetrated space. He emerged, dragging the purple lightning from the collapsing area behind him. Jay rolled and landed in a somewhat embarrassed posture, slamming his back against the wreckage of the scrapped spaceship.
Jay rubbed his chaotic head, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, feeling the last shreds of air in his lungs being squeezed out by the accelerated sprint just now. When he raised his eyelids and saw Huntress and Supergirl appearing in front of him, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes blankly.
"Hi...hi ladies," he said, "Am I hallucinating?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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