Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

The golden string light began to vibrate, and the world around Lincoln began to stir.

The dazzling golden light occupied the entire world in front of him, but the sound could not be suppressed and reached his ears.

The noisy whistles, noisy discussions, and ding-dong cell phone notifications undoubtedly did not reveal to Lincoln that the world he came to this time was a modern society.

The golden light gradually dissipated. Standing on the busy street, looking at the shining lights and the coolly dressed passers-by on the street, Lincoln showed a smile on his face: "I can finally enjoy..."

boom!

The sudden explosion made the smile on Lincoln's face freeze, and a trace of anger emerged. He looked towards the place where the explosion occurred.

The cement wall was torn open as easily as a piece of paper. On the scattered gravel, a shit-yellow figure came out: "Hulk!"

Shit-yellow hatred roared into the sky, his knotted muscles were stronger than steel, and his ferocious bone spurs could easily pierce anything he wanted to pierce.

The pain caused by the experiment remained in his body, stimulating his spirit and keeping him in a state of anger. Although this could not make him stronger, it could fully stimulate his strength.

Like a mindless beast, he tore apart everything in front of him. The rising flames and frightened screams could not stop his footsteps for a moment.

His eyes were searching everywhere, just for a strong enough opponent - Hulk!

"Fire! Fire!"

On the ground, Ross's subordinates who had not yet retreated shouted loudly and pulled the trigger to release all the bullets in the magazine on Abomination.

But just like when they faced Banner before, the 5.56 bullet, which was enough to penetrate the steel plate, hit the abomination as if it hit a tank, and was directly bounced away.

"Holy shit!" The poor performance of the bullet made the commander's face change drastically. He put down the toy-like rifle in his hand. He opened the suitcase at the back of the car without hesitation and took out a portable rocket launcher.

The actions of loading, aiming, and locking were completed in one go. The commander pressed the launch button with a solemn expression. With a whistling sound, the shell rushed towards the Abomination with a long and narrow tail flame.

boom!

The blazing fireball exploded in the air, and the shock wave caused shrapnel to roar out in all directions. The flames raged in the air. The commander who fired the rocket launcher showed a smile on his lips: "Damn monster, die!"

The commander has great confidence in the rocket launcher, thanks to the high explosives filled in it that can blow up an elephant to pieces.

Phew~

The raging flames continued to burn in the air, but in just a few seconds, the flames were extinguished in the air. Looking at the flames all over his body but with no trace of hatred, the commander was stunned.

Even the rocket launcher could not kill the damn thing in front of him. He could no longer think of any individual weapon in the world that could pose a threat to the guy in front of him.

Is it possible to install a nuclear warhead rocket launcher?

From the air, the riots on Broadway were always in Rose's sight.

Seeing his men being killed one by one by hatred, Ross picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted to the stunned and frightened commander: "Retreat! Soldiers!"

The roar in his ears made the commander wake up from a dream. He hurriedly turned around, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off-road in the direction of Lincoln.

"Go to hell!" A hateful roar came from the other side of the street.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Off-road Cheng, and he casually pulled up the fire hydrant on the ground and threw it out.

With a bang, the high-pressure water flow exploded, rushed high into the sky, and then turned into dense rain and fell. The red fire hydrant flashed across like a cannonball, piercing the cross-country connecting the commander and him into a pair of wreckage.

A sharp voice sounded, and Lincoln tilted his head slightly, passing the fire hydrant that was coming unabated, and then looked at the hatred in the distance.

"The strong..."

Hatred stared closely at the calm-looking Lincoln, and a smile suddenly appeared on his ferocious face. He put down the steel fragment in his hand, moved his feet, and walked towards Lincoln's direction.

...

"Sir! Our people can't control that monster at all!"

The adjutant looked out from the cabin, looking at the firelight, water mist and the looming figure below, with a look of eagerness on his face: "Even the rocket launcher can't hurt him!"

"Let me go!" Banner, who had been silent in the cabin, suddenly stood up: "Now, only I can stop him!"

"No, no!" Ross shook his head subconsciously, and then fell into silence.

Banner is an important asset and research result of the military, but if the monster below is allowed to continue to wreak havoc on Broadway, no one knows what will happen.

Maybe the super soldier project carried out by the military will be terminated directly...

Ross's attitude was a little wavering, but he never spoke.

Seeing this, Banner became even more anxious. He even ignored the obstruction of others and walked directly to the cabin door: "There is no time to hesitate. We made it and we should be responsible for it!"

Responsible!

Ross was startled by the word, and he thought about the consequences if he didn't act.

Looking at Banner who looked anxious and the hatred below, he nodded, then walked to the corner and sat down, lost in thought.

...

There is always a certain information exchange error between the cabin and the ground.

This was caused by the fact that all Ross's men were wiped out and all the surveillance equipment installed on the ground were destroyed.

Unless he can mobilize the social surveillance system, he can only rely on his naked eyes to see what is going on below.

But this is even more difficult to do under the cover of flames and water mist.

Ross had no idea what was going on below, and he had no idea that the hatred that was enough to become a major concern for him had already set its sights on Lincoln, who had just returned from another world.

"I'm really looking for death..."

The violent eyes of hatred revealed all his thoughts. Lincoln calmly looked at the yellow voice flying from a few hundred meters away, with a sneer on his lips.

He took a deep breath and gradually clenched his fingers into fists. Wisps of stellar power were drawn from the distant sun. The light of magic flashed and a uniform appeared on him.

Fighting with an ordinary shirt is useless, so Lincoln modified the dress-up magic and made himself a uniform.

The black Superman uniform with a hint of gold rim is enough to clearly demonstrate his dignity and power, and also makes him the most conspicuous individual in the crowd.