Chapter 63: Return of Superman?

Jay has never seen a real Superman in person before, only seen his face in numerous photos and video materials-oh, that means except for the movies and comics he has seen before.

The fluttering red cloak, the sturdy face, the stalwart-like body reveals a suffocating force field. This is the legend that has the most profound impact on the metropolis and the world-Superman.

Unlike what Jay had imagined, compared to the son of tomorrow whose brilliance was almost scorching in the rumors, the man in front of him was more of a kind of high coldness. His solemn expression was like a knife cut, and his blue eyes showed a cold light that seemed to reach the depths of people's hearts, like a god with no mortal emotion.

But Kara recognized him clearly and asked in surprise, "Superman, is it really you?"

"It's me, Carla." He turned his head and replied lightly, seeming to prove the authenticity of his identity. Maybe he was just so angry about the unforgivable behavior of the terrorists, that's why he seemed so unkind, Jay thought to himself.

But Superman disappeared for six years! Where has he been all this time? Why not only the public, but even his close relatives and best friends do not know that he is alive?

Facing the unexpected visitor who came suddenly like a god, Varadhan's heartbeat also rushed. Jay could see his adrenaline secreting out of control. That betrayed his forced calm appearance and proved that he was facing Superman. Fear and tension from the deepest part of my heart.

Superman took a step forward and stood face to face in front of the man. Varadhan was half his head lower than him and had to look up at the tip of his nose. He felt that if he continued to remain silent, he might be crushed by the other's momentum first, so he chose to speak actively.

"Superman, huh?" He grinned, "So you didn't die."

Superman stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

"So what do you want? Get me up? Please." Varadhan said coldly, "but you know, that can't stop me from continuing to fight for lofty goals."

"Yes, that can't."

When Superman said this short sentence in a gloomy voice like dripping water, Jay had a vague premonition in his heart, and the premonition would come true in the next second. Superman's right hand protruded like lightning, his five fingers squeezed Varaden's unshaven chin, lifted him off the ground, and his feet in military boots slammed into the air weakly.

The soldiers exclaimed, but no one dared to step forward to stop them. Kara called out "Carl" in surprise, but Superman ignored it completely, his gaze shot straight into Varadon's eyes, as if to penetrate the soul.

"No, no more, the next innocent person will die." He paused and said clearly.

The thermal vision beam roared out in the exclamation of everyone, and even the fastest person in the world could not stop it at such a close distance. Varadun Yuan's eyes were engulfed by high-temperature rays, and his head was burned into a charred black skull in an instant that was too short for ordinary people to respond. Smoke was still rising from the carbon black skull until the end of thermal vision.

Everyone was stunned. For anyone, this scene was not so easy to digest. The huge camp was so quiet for a time that there was only a bleak wind, and there were hundreds of chaotic and rapid heartbeats—for Kryptonians' hearing. .

The hot red energy gradually faded from Superman's eyes, and he cast aside the dead terrorist leader blankly, like stepping on an ant with a boot.

Then before everyone recovered, he rushed into the sky with a loud "bang" without looking back. The thick smoke again obscured the sky, and the blue afterimage submerged into the clouds and soon disappeared.

Zeto Varadhan is dead.

Perhaps the news of modern society is really a creature with wings. The news spread throughout the world in a flash, and everyone knows it. At least this is good news for most people in the United States. The high alert state was lifted after this information was proved to be true, and people were able to sleep peacefully again.

But then the news spread out from nowhere, saying that it was Superman-the real Superman-who had come back from the dead and killed this extreme terrorist leader.

If it was said that it was only an encouraging and simple good news, the follow-up message will blow up the whole world. Everyone quickly fell into an endless debate over whether "Superman was resurrected and began to become unscrupulous" whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Almost all the politicians in the world fell into a high degree of panic, the one they least want to see The thing is that an alien who can cover the sky with one hand began to interfere with their divine power.

In the first two days, many people thought that this might be just groundless rumours, but the "superman" who emerged from the grave two days later quickly proved that it was true. Within two days, Superman appeared in many conflicting battlefields around the world. Whether terrorists or invaders from other countries, all forces that threatened civilian lives received heavy blows from Superman. He even asked the soldiers on the battlefield to spread a message and sent a message to the leaders of some countries, threatening that if they still did not retreat, Superman might visit their national capital next.

Compared with the shock caused by "Superman who disappeared for six years suddenly died and came back to life", it is clear that his actions within these two days have attracted more attention worldwide. This is something Superman has never done in the past so many years. It is not only about saving people, but also about participating in the political structure of the world as an individual force. The entire political arena on the earth is in panic, as if a sharp blade called "Superman" hangs on the top of the heads of every country. This is obviously something they cannot accept.

Even among the people, there are mixed opinions about this. An aunt who was interviewed on the streets of New York said: "I don't care about politics and don't understand any profound truths. I only know that when the government and the United Nations have nothing to do in the face of terrorist threats, it's Superman who treats us. Everyone was rescued from the danger, so I don't see any complications in it. My family and I are willing to vote for him."

In a TV interview, a best-selling author spoke in front of the camera: "Superman's approach is full of controversy. Personally, I don't think it can be accepted. He is participating in complex international issues with his own will. Now we even find that he has abandoned the ethics that he used to restrain him in the past. So if the law cannot restrain Superman, who else can?"

"But maybe he simplifies the originally complicated international problem, maybe it's just us making the problem complicated." Someone on the TV scene dialled his point of view, "Perhaps Superman has finally discovered what he should have done early on, maybe This is God's original intention to arrange him in the world."

The argument lasted for two full days in every corner of the world, but this is an argument that can never be concluded. The protagonist of the topic, the resurrected "Superman", is now breaking through the atmosphere at supersonic speed, flying into the dark and empty space, closing his eyes and enjoying the sunlight from the horizon.

The fluttering cloak seemed to be fixed in a gravity-free vacuum. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the blue planet in front of him with deep love. She is so beautiful, just like a pearl floating in this dark and endless universe, beautiful but so fragile.

His bright blue eyes could see all the corners of this beautiful planet, every sound of a cannon, every cry, all seemed to echo in his ears, clear and loud.

So he can hear all the arguments and all the opposition in the world, but he doesn't care.

He just wants to protect the planet he loves.