Chapter 3413

Obviously, the death knell Gang is bullying honest people in the maze.

Although Dr. crazy was not born in Gotham, his illness doomed him to be a simple man, but he lacked systematic game training and his playing method was a little out of date.

But this is just a small matter. Su Ming will give him a chance to try to come up with a stronger monster, and then force him to appear on the stage by himself step by step.

This will take a little time.

At the same time, the little Superman and his party in Washington, D.C., encountered a little trouble at this time, because the enemy also had reinforcements.

Originally, things went well. The quarrel between canary and green arrow did not delay the task progress of the supreme little Superman. The liquid robots on the street and the retarded false death knell did not cause him even a little trouble.

Green arrow told him that these robots were controlled by magnetic force. Little Superman thanked politely, and then continued to purify everything with hot vision.

Is it magnetically controlled metal? I see. Can you change your tactics? Isn't it a burn?

However, the camera of channel 52 is still secretly shooting, so even if Oliver's intelligence is useless, little Superman gave him a hug with a warm smile to show that he can accept other people's opinions.

As for whether to change, that's another matter

A divorced couple quarreled in the back. The supreme little Superman opened the way silently. The destination of everyone's trip is the Capitol, which is convenient for future politicians to hold meetings.

Da Chao should have rescued many congressmen, right? Just wait for the two sides to meet.

But just as little Superman was humming and cleaning up the city, suddenly a red and blue light flashed around him, and he got a heavy punch on his chin.

"Boom!!!"

After being hit for nearly 100 meters, he was knocked down and collapsed a building behind him. I don't know if there were innocent people killed, but little Superman himself was fine, but his chin was a little loose.

He flew out of the ruins of the small building, looked at each other angrily, and then was stunned.

At this time, a large group of thin people in red and Blue Superman uniforms floated in the sky.

Look at these Superman, each looks like Clark, but each seems to be malnourished. Their faces are thinner than skeleton Martian hunters.

The strength of the other party is about 100000 tons, which is not strong, but there are too many. More than a dozen such thin monkey Superman float in mid air, vaguely surrounding the supreme little Superman.

And little Clark can feel that as these fake Superman bathe in the sun, they are becoming stronger, their skin becomes plump, and their eyes become flexible

That's not good news.

The supreme Superman put away his smile and took a deep breath: "green arrow! Get out of here!"

In the next battle, he probably didn't have time to take care of the men and women. The best way is to let them find a way to escape first.

In fact, he didn't need to shout. Green arrow was not stupid. He knew that Superman fighting was not something he could mix with.

As one of the smart people on earth, when he saw a red and blue light attacking little Superman, he took his ex-wife and jumped into the sewer.

Prying the manhole cover off the street with a bow, the couple quickly disappeared into the sun. They could only hear a pop. They probably fell into the sewage.

Hearing the heartbeat of the two men and women go away, and seeing that there is no fake Superman chasing them, little Superman calmed down, moved his neck around and pinched his fist joints:

"Very good. I haven't met a significant opponent for a long time. Let's go together. I'll let you know who is the strongest Superman!"

These thin monkey like Superman have become the state of ordinary people at this time, and even the music has the outline of muscle under the uniform, rather than the previous ribs.

They were very silent. Unlike those false death knell bells, they didn't even shout slogans and rushed directly to little Superman.

Little Superman raised his hand and hit a fake flying in front of him on the moon that had not yet fallen on the horizon, but he also got a few punches and feet, flew dozens of kilometers, and rubbed a long gully on the ground.

But there was no time to adjust his state. The enemy came in front of him again in the blink of an eye. Little Superman could only bite his teeth and entangle with each other.

Each of them is not as powerful as the supreme little Superman. He can easily fly them and give them heavy damage.

But the speed difference between the two sides is not too much. Little Superman has only one hand. When he hits one of the enemies, there are always other enemies who can bring him harm.

And as the battle went on to the tenth second, the enemy's had recovered to the level of ordinary kryptonians. They absorbed the energy of the Yellow Sun surprisingly fast. In this way, the battle of little Superman was even more stretched.

After being hit again, he hovered in mid air, his armor became broken, revealing his red and blue uniform below.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he gasped violently, on the one hand because of his injury, on the other hand because of his uncontrollable anger.

"You forced me! I can't lose to you counterfeiters. I want to be a real hero!"

After that, he suddenly broke out. He should be a little more serious. Like a street fight, he reached out and grabbed another Superman, put his fingers directly into each other's eyes, and then made a sudden effort!

With a click, like breaking a coconut, he directly opened the other party's skull, and then burned the enemy's brain with a hot line of sight.

The gushing blood stimulated him again. Under the action of adrenaline, he could only see the bloody enemies in his eyes and was full of thoughts about destroying them.

Throwing away the corpse in his hand and carrying the kick of another enemy behind him, he turned and grabbed the other party as a meat shield. At the same time, he opened his mouth and bit the other party's neck.

Only a few bites broke the enemy's artery. Then he burst into the sky with a laugh. When he reached the stratospheric height, he threw his man to the ground.

Like a meteorite falling, a mushroom cloud composed of smoke and debris appeared. In the city below, more than a dozen streets turned into fly ash in an instant.

But the supreme little Superman didn't care about these collateral injuries. Compared with other strangers, he only wanted himself and his friends not to die. After throwing away the body, he rushed to a new goal.

At first, he didn't plan to kill. After all, Da Chao didn't kill. He also wanted to learn, so the battle was very difficult.

But now that he has made up his mind to subtract from the enemy, the battlefield situation will stabilize, all relying on his flexible moral bottom line.

Many fake Superman attacked him, but he carried these attacks and chased one of them. If he shot, he would kill the other party. Even if the enemy was prepared for his throwing and joint skills, he could kill them one by one.

After all, they are fakes. Although they look like Clark, these people are not kryptonians. At best, they are just clones with Kryptonian genes. The upper limit of strength is far from that of genuine Clark.

With the earth shaking impact again and again, little Superman grabbed an enemy and beat him violently on the ground. Even after he took each other several kilometers deep, he gave out Chi Chi laughter and spit bloody phlegm at the enemy who turned into meat pie.

"Oh, bah! Fakes are always fakes. Come on, come again!"

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