Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Sloan originally thought that the Brotherhood, which had been inherited for countless years and had unique methods, would be able to compete with Lincoln. However, the result was that in less than a minute, the Brotherhood was erased from history.

There was not a single living thing in Textile Factory No. 17, not even the shadow hiding in the sewer. He was boiled alive by the sewage boiled by the heat vision.

A moment later, the New York police officers arrived belatedly. They opened up the rubble and looked at the tragic corpses buried under the rubble. They were all silent.

Through the blood-stained faces, they barely recognized the identities of some of the assassins.

Either a super killer with multiple wanted warrants on his body, a well-known philanthropist, or a special consultant registered in the police station...

But now, these famous figures are all dead, dead in the ruins, even their bodies were cut in half, leaving no whole body.

High in the sky, the strong sonic boom caused by Lincoln's supersonic movement sounded like a piercing air defense siren.

Wherever Lincoln passed, the residents of the city couldn't help but look up to the sky. Seeing the figure flying away into the distance with white clouds in an instant, a trace of confusion appeared in their eyes.

"Is that a human being?"

"Maybe..."

...

Italy, Rome.

This is an ancient city, and it is also the city where the Anthony family, a member of the High Table, is located.

Tie by blood, all members of the Antonine family live in a huge manor complex on the outskirts of Rome, which is the private domain of the Antonine family.

In an old castle building in the manor complex, Anthony looked at the fatwa issued by the Continental Hotel against Lincoln with a smile on his face in his personal study.

He was unable to issue a fatwa of this level, but the decision made by the Council of Elders was exactly what he wanted.

Looking at the reward after the fatwa, which even made him sigh with emotion, Anthony couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Everyone is not guilty of the crime, but when you take out the token, you are already dead!"

As he spoke, he closed the web page on his computer, pushed away his chair, stood up and walked out, but as soon as he stood up, his movements froze.

Looking at the face he was so familiar with, Anthony suddenly felt a trace of panic in his heart, as if he had seen a ghost: "Aren't you supposed to be in New York? How did you get in!?"

"It's very simple, just walk in." Lincoln said as he pulled Anthony's chair and sat down, then looked at Anthony lightly.

"I give you one day. Only thirteen of your entire family can survive, and they have to live on their knees. If you don't agree, then all of you will die."

Unlike Sloane's brotherhood, which specializes in assassinations, Anthony's family has a huge network of influence in Italy, which means they have value.

At least if Lincoln wanted an Italian woman in the future, Anthony would do things faster and better than everyone else.

The value of the Anthony family made Lincoln feel a little compassionate towards them, but this compassion was a naked humiliation to Anthony himself.

When a person lives for a long time and his status is high, it is difficult for him to kneel down. This is the case for Anthony.

But looking at Lincoln, he seemed to know in his heart what the consequences would be if he refused.

For a man who could travel from New York to Italy in just a few minutes, Anthony simply couldn't imagine how Lincoln could do it.

Lincoln did not intend to say another word to Anthony, but just looked at him quietly, and under this dull gaze, Anthony's body gradually began to tremble.

There was a complicated struggle going on in his heart, so much that the blood in his body rushed to his face.

Finally, his knees buckled.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, the family patriarch, who had been in charge of the Italian Mafia for an unknown period of time, knelt down in front of Lincoln, his face twitching as he said, "I, I will do what you say."

"That's good." Lincoln nodded, caressing Anthony's body like a dog, and said in a calm tone: "Remember, I only want thirteen dogs named Anthony. If there is one more, I will use him to

You can make soup with the rest."

Lincoln's voice was as high as a god looking down from the clouds. The disdain and contempt revealed in it made Anthony grit his teeth, but in the face of that huge pressure, he did not even dare to make the slightest move.

One minute, two minutes...

There was silence in the room for a long time, until a burst of cold air blew through, and Anthony finally raised his head slightly.

The doors and windows were still closed, as if they had never been opened, but Lincoln's figure had disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

If it weren't for the cold pain that still lingered on his knees, Anthony would have thought that everything before was just his imagination.

Lincoln left, but that cold voice lingered in Anthony's heart like a ghost.

Comply or deviate, this is a choice, a choice related to life and death!

Anthony was in a trance. He walked out of the study and walked through the corridor. In the hall, he saw his people, a happy group of people.

Among them were his wife, his children, his brothers and others. But... too many! Too many!

Anthony's heart was bleeding, and his skinned palms picked up the phone and called his capable subordinate: "Take your people and come to the manor..."

Anthony has made many choices in his life, many of which were wrong, but this time, unlike other members of the High Table, he made the right choice.

On the other side, leaving Anthony's family, Lincoln's figure soon appeared on the other half of the world.

"Yamaguchi-gumi..." Looking at the iconic words, Lincoln couldn't help but sigh: "I've only heard of it in novels, but this is the first time I've seen it."

In the hall, seeing Lincoln suddenly appear and commenting on his own brand, the current president of the Yamaguchi-gumi looked very ugly, because he had just seen Lincoln not long ago.

"What are you going to do?" There was no weapon around him. He could only hold tightly the samurai sword that was originally used for decoration: "Get out of my house!"

"Tsk!" Lincoln's eyes slowly moved to the Yamaguchi-gumi president, and he shook his head slightly: "Seeing your appearance, I suddenly don't want to talk to you anymore."

"In comparison, according to the spirit of your katana, you will commit seppuku when you are insulted, right? In that case, I won't talk to you."

President:???

He looked at Lincoln nervously and doubtfully, not understanding what Lincoln was talking about at all, until the two dots of red came into view, and the expression on his face became panicked.

"You! You..."

Hey!