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Chapter 197 Origin of Golden Spirit · Cannon Fodder Criminal · Public Provocation!

Ian didn't limitlessly expand his authority in the metal world, even though he was fully fused with the King of Five Spirits, it would not be difficult to control the entire Gotham in a single thought.

Just as the green of all things represents nature, the red of all beings represents life, and the black of decay represents death, the metal spirit also has its own symbol.

Unlike other root powers, the development of Metal Spirit relies more on the advancement of human technology.

Before the birth of man, nature, life, and death all flourished, forming their own worlds and picking out agents.

However, the great progress of the metal spirit began with the smelting of metals by humans, and gradually began to develop industries, and a qualitative change occurred after entering the era of science and technology.

Ian walks in the world in the form of Iron Fist Tiger, and can see a young world attached to human society.

It not only exists in metal, but also in various machines and data, constantly renewing its form through human activities.

"It's really a magical world!" Ian heard the voice of the King of Five Spirits, and this boss doesn't appear often.

Even Zod didn't interest him.

"You can try to connect to the world and control it. This is a rare opportunity."

The King of Five Spirits is right. Although the metal world has just been born, it is full of potential. With the continuous advancement of technology, this world will grow further.

But although this world dimension seems to be born from machinery and data, it actually belongs to the magical level.

As we all know, the magic of the DC world is unreliable, and the metal spirit is trapped by the cold logic, and all the lives bound to the metal spirit will become like this.

Ian shook his head and said, "I will find a representative for him who can help him grow, but this person will not be me."

Although he said so, he still opened his mouth to absorb part of the power of the metal world, and established a connection with the metal spirit.

A brand new message popped up in the system.

[The root metal power has been detected, and your power of the golden spirit has evolved into the source of the golden spirit. 】

"Roar!"

The roar of a tiger came out of Ian's mouth, and the power of the golden spirit continued to increase, overflowing from the iron fist tiger's body, and turned into a spiral golden heavy armor on his shoulders.

"My physique just got bigger!"

Ian touched his head, and he found that his claws became sharper, stronger, and his control over the power of the golden spirit became stronger.

bang bang!

He swung his fists and smashed them together, sparks popped out between his fists, and the metal around him also fluctuated.

"There are so many strange things in this world!"

Ian mastered a part of Metal Spirit, and the King of Five Spirits was also connected to the world, but he closed his eyes after muttering a few words, and handed everything over to Ian.

"Hey, your piece of metal is making a mess of my plants, stop now."

Ian heard Ivy's complaints, and quickly opened his eyes, and saw that her carefully groomed flower fields were messed up by the metal thorns emerging from the ground.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Ian apologized to Ivy who was full of anger. The cute fangs appeared on the tiger's head, and then with a wave of the tiger's claws, all the metal spikes disappeared with the power of golden spirit.

Immediately afterwards, he turned into the Shenmu Ape again, snapped his fingers, and the messy garden became prosperous again.

After doing this, Ian also planned to talk to Ivy about the greenness of all things, and planned to evolve the Shenmu Ape, but the sudden news interrupted his plan.

……

metropolis!
Clark and Lois got off work from the Daily Planet, holding hands and discussing where to go on a date tonight.

But as soon as they turned a corner, they saw a man in a suit staggering over. His eyes were blank and he didn't know what happened.

Clark subconsciously caught the man: "Sir, what's wrong with you, how can I help you?"

"save……"

The man raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed Clark's sleeve, his eyes widened, wanting to ask for help.

But before he finished speaking for help, a burst of purple light appeared on his body, and his body turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

A gust of wind blew, and the big living person disappeared in Clark's hands.

Looking at the high concentration of radiation remaining in his hands, Clark realized something was wrong, and he yelled at the crowd: "Get out of here quickly!"

"It's too late, it's too late to run away now."

A skeleton with purple flames all over its body came out, and he grabbed a man casually. The radiation and heat generated by atomic fission instantly turned the living man into ashes like fine sand.

"Atomic Skeleton?"

Louise exclaimed: "Didn't he be caught by Superman and put in prison?"

The Atomic Skull is a failed product of the interstellar laboratory. When Superman first appeared, he defeated it and put him in prison.

"I didn't expect them to choose the battlefield in the metropolis!!"

Clark picked up Louise and told her to leave here quickly: "Stay away from here, Louise. Go and evacuate the crowd, and I will take the atomic skeleton out of the city."

Clark tore off his coat, revealing his battle suit, and flew out with both legs, his fists forward, directly hitting the Atomic Skull who was about to attack the mother and daughter.

Boom!

The high concentration of radiation emitted by the atomic skull is useless to Superman, and he himself is punched out of the air.

Just as he was about to get up, Superman immediately caught up with him, grabbed his body, pressed him into the commercial building, and slid forward with him.

Superman flew up hundreds of meters by pressing the atomic skull, leaving burnt black marks on the business building:
"Who released you, Atomic Skeleton!"

Such an attack has limited damage to the Atomic Skull, he yelled: "Haha, Superman, you are a softie, no matter how many times you capture me, I can still come out intact and kill more people to avenge you. "

Superman's response to the Atomic Skull was the hot gaze in his eyes, and the fiery energy disrupted his atomic fission, causing an explosion.

The Atomic Skull was blown out and hit the roof of the building, and Superman retreated with the force, but the curly hair on his forehead fluttered.

"Tell me who got you out of prison? Otherwise, I'll send you to the prison in Gotham."

Superman flew up to the Atomic Skull, his eyes glowing red.

It can't be said that he learned nothing from Ian, at least this big boy has become more aggressive in dealing with criminals.

"Because of your crimes, you have entered Gotham's prison, so don't even think about getting out again, and you will be forced to reform for the rest of your life!"

"I would rather die than surrender!"

"what!"

The Atomic Skull spat out a stream of purple rays, which was equivalent to saliva for the transformed him.

Superman turned his head to one side, let the ray fly over, and then used heat vision to detonate the ray in mid-air.

At this moment, the Atomic Skull suddenly took out a kryptonite.

"Everyone has weaknesses, but I didn't expect that Superman's weakness would be such a stone. I have to say, this is an irony!"

He watched Superman kneel to the ground in the green light, lowering his head, as if enduring pain, his body trembling continuously.

The Atomic Skull yelled excitedly with revenge, "What is it called... Achilles' heel. That's right, why should a freak like you have all the benefits! "

He yelled, "Come out, everyone, we'll cut off his head and finish the job."

The polka-dot man jumped out first, opened the hidden polka-dot, and threw a pile of kryptonite.

Wearing a red jacket and a steel helmet, the Messenger of Peace pulled out a golf club from nowhere and slammed it on the back of Superman's head.

"Hahaha, Superman is a fart, he was knocked over by me with a club!"

boom!
Dressed in high-tech equipment, Bloodsport pulled out his big gun and shot Superman in the leg.

"what--"

The kryptonite bullet lodged in Superman's thigh, and he fought back the pain, never letting himself show in front of these bastards.

"Messengers of peace, bloody movement, polka-dot people... You should all be sent to prison. Who released you?"

Superman tried hard to ask clearly, but the other party had no intention of answering at all.

"Hey, I'm not your father, why should I answer your question?"

The Messenger of Peace said to everyone, with a bit of bipolar disorder, "Hey, who's going to chop off his head?"

"I don't think you have any idea who let you out?"

"The aggressive method is useless to us, death is your only ending today!"

Bloody Sports said with a bit of a stick figure: "Although you are a good person, this is fate, so accept it with peace of mind."

"All right!"

Superman nodded, and suddenly changed his face. He stood up and punched the atomic skull into the cement slab. He shot a hot gaze from his eyes and cut off the legs of the Messenger of Peace and Bloody Movement. Polka dot man trying to run away.

"You're not Superman at all!"

Under the horrified gazes of the Messenger of Peace and the Blood Movement, the Superman in front of him suddenly changed his appearance, turning into a steel man in a red cape, and the kryptonite bullet that had been pierced into his body was also ejected.

It’s not Superman, it’s Ian!

When Ian got the news that Manchester was going to do something, he changed identities with Clark.

But after seeing the Atomic Skull, he began to suspect that it wasn't the Ultra League who sent these people.

Manchester, crazy as it is, doesn't have the skills to take someone like Atomic Skull away without a trace.

He glanced at the crowd and said, "Whether I am Superman or not, it doesn't matter at all!"

Ian smiled slightly, stepped on the Atomic Skull who was about to get up, and stepped on him.

He smiled and said: "The important thing is, if you want to survive, you must quickly name the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Superheroes never kill!" The Atomic Skull yelled stiffly.

"idiot!"

Ian didn't like this guy who casually killed passers-by, so he stepped on his head and pressed him into the cement again.

"Who told you that I'm a superhero? I'm not looking for a superman. There is no such moral dilemma. If you fail to seize this opportunity, you will spend your life here."

All four were silent!
The Messenger of Peace even stuck his neck and said: "If you have the ability, you can kill us, but you can never get the news you want."

"Heh, you guys are really kind enough to treat them like donkeys!"

Ian sneered and said, "I kindly gave you a chance to repent. Since you don't want it, don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as he tightened the mantra lasso in his hand, the Polkadot man confessed all eighteen generations of his ancestors.

Seeing this method, the hairs on Messenger of Peace and Blood Movement stood on end.

"Bah!" The mentally disturbed peace messenger yelled: "What crazy means are you using? I am..."

Ian was too lazy to listen to this lunatic's nonsense, so he directly put a mantra lasso on him, and he also explained everything from childhood to adulthood.

Bloodsport, Atomic Skull, and the specifics of their responses differed, but the results were largely similar.

According to the confessions of several people, they were all in prison, but suddenly received strange instructions in envelopes, and then escaped from prison, following the instructions to do Superman.

Anyway, they are either mercenaries or lunatics, and they have no psychological burden on Superman.

As for weapons and equipment, things like kryptonite were also received by mail.

In other words, they never had any contact with their employers.

"Amanda Waller did this!"

Ian tied the four people up with a mantra lasso, flew to Superman's side, and said directly and affirmatively.

"Why her?"

Clark has not formally contacted Waller and has a vague impression of her.

"First of all, her level is high enough, and secondly, that woman likes to use outsourcers. And there is feeling, a feeling based on experience."

Ian guessed that Waller couldn't wait for Superman and the Ultra League to confront each other silently, so he wanted to add fire to it.

"Maybe I shouldn't show up so soon and keep pretending to be you. Maybe Manchester sees Superman being beaten by a few nobodies and rushes out."

Ian sighed bitterly, but he didn't feel much regret. These bastards were too aggressive. If he endured it any longer, he might be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"Then what should we do now?" Superman looked at the four supervillains who had been taken care of by Ian, shook his head and said, "People are already like this, let's find another chance next time!"

"Don't do it next time, this time is an excellent opportunity!"

Ian whispered in Clark's ear: "You hand them over to the police, and then..."

……

Clark flew to the police with four super criminals, locked them into a special prison car company, and then turned to face the media that rushed up.

"Superman, your twitter ratings have plummeted recently, and people are going to support the Ultra League. What do you think?"

As a reporter, Superman knows that this question is a trap, no matter how you answer it, there will be problems, and the best way is to go around.

But he knew it well, and said to everyone in front of the live broadcast: "Some people think that criminals should be killed. I don't agree with that."

"We pursue the perfection and protection of the law to make our lives better and more convenient, not to formulate laws for punishment."

"I have such a condition, so whether or not to kill people and how to kill people should be judged by the approval of the public and the formulation of laws, and let the police implement them, instead of relying on the subjective opinions of some people."

"That's all I have to say!"

Although Superman didn't specify Dao's surname, everyone knew who he was talking about. The most popular superhuman recently is the Ultraman.

Manchester looked at the words that were tantamount to declaring war, and made up his mind completely. He said to the red hood: "I agree with your plan, start, act!"

"I want everyone to know that Superman is a hypocrite."

Taking Manchester's performance to heart, Jason prepared to tell Ian that he had noticed something wasn't quite right about the telepath lately.

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