Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Fury fell into silence, and Lincoln didn't urge him. He just sat on the chair with his arms crossed and looked at Fury playfully.

Either 'save' a group of people who are destined to die and pay a large sum of money and immeasurable collection-level items, or ignore the life and death of these people and let Lincoln do what he wants.

At this time, the pressure has completely come to the American side.

The people in the command headquarters were faced with a difficult choice, but it was actually not very difficult. After a little calculation of the compensation required to pay the hostages controlled by the big boss, they made a decisive choice.

"Items equivalent to the value of four collections, we will send people to hand over to you later. Now, take action to deal with him."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Lincoln's lips, and he turned and walked out: "I suggest you cut off the surveillance. Of course, this is just a suggestion."

At first, they were a little confused, but when they remembered Lincoln's previous glorious achievements, they became frightened and hurried back to cut off the network communication in the entire Manhattan area.

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"Look at you! How pitiful you are! Just like tiny insects!"

The big boss was laughing wildly in the air. He unscrupulously exerted his terrifying mental power to suppress everyone behind the bunker and did not dare to burn the stove.

The numerous hostages under his control were wandering everywhere like puppets, covering their sight while looking for more survivors.

The combination of heart-shaped grass and super soldier serum greatly affects the nature of the big boss, constantly amplifying the Hulk's violent factor that could originally be suppressed by reason.

Use your wits to defeat your enemies?

No, no, no! He now has the power to bend steel, and wisdom has been forgotten somewhere by the big boss.

Telepathy allowed the big boss to obtain countless memories from the minds of many hostages, but he himself was also suffering the consequences of receiving thousands of memories at once.

The blood and corpses reflected in his pupils, constantly stimulating his spirit to become even more exciting. The divine light flashed in the yellow-green pupils, and the powerful mental power was almost like real ripples rippling around him.

The unparalleled pleasure was eroding his mind, and the killing and control made him even more violent. He controlled everything he could see and turned it into painful cannonballs whizzing away, and gamma rays crazily emitted from his palms.

The big boss's eyes were full of wanton joy: "I am invincible! I am invincible..."

Bang!

Before the big boss finished speaking, the roar of broken boulders brought his words to an abrupt end.

The broken stones scattered in all directions like bullets, the dust and mist dispersed, and Lincoln's figure appeared in front of the big boss.

He walked slowly towards the big boss, with golden threads outlining his body surface. The matte black color spread between the golden outlines, and finally turned into a black battle suit with golden threads.

Lincoln tapped his feet lightly, as if he had escaped the comfort of gravity. His body rose out of thin air, and finally stood in front of the big boss: "Don't you remember me, Dr. Samuel?"

"Samuel? No! I'm not! I'm not!" The big boss roared crazily when he mentioned the personality that should have been erased at the beginning of his transformation.

The anger of being poked at the pain point and his former fear of Lincoln were constantly intertwined in his heart, eventually causing his thinking to become completely distorted and perverted.

From extreme movement to extreme silence, the originally crazy and clown-like boss suddenly calmed down. The memories in the minds of the many hostages gathered at this moment. He finally thought of the outside world's description of Lincoln: "You are, Superman!"

Lincoln smiled softly: "Superman, you can call me that, but I..."

"Superman...Superman! Hahahaha! Superman!" The big boss' maniacal laughter interrupted Lincoln. He slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne, and terrifying mental ripples roared down, completely covering the hostage he was sitting on.

"Have you seen it, Superman, have you seen it! If you don't want them to die, kneel down! Kneel down, Superman!"

"Threatening me with hostages?"

Hearing the threat from the big boss, Lincoln's eyes couldn't help but widen. The smile on his face gradually became wild. He even looked back at the temporary command headquarters in the distance: "Did you hear that? He actually threatened with hostages!"

"This is the first time. I didn't expect that someone would be stupid enough to threaten me with hostages, hahahaha!"

Seeing Lincoln, who was smiling more like a villain than himself, the big boss became angry. As soon as he tightened his fingers, the head of a hostage controlled by mental power turned into a bomb and exploded with a bang.

A blood flower bloomed under his feet, and the big boss sneered: "Have you seen Superman, if you don't kneel down, I will kill them all! Kill them all!"

"No need, this is too troublesome." Lincoln glanced at the group of people below who were doomed to be hopeless, his face turned cold, and a red beam of light instantly bloomed from his pupils.

Like a scalpel, the high-temperature laser swept through the crowd in an instant. In just a short breath, Lincoln cut off the necks of the zombie-like crowd.

The sound of falling to the ground was heard one after another. Seeing the heads rolling on the ground, Fury and others who were watching from a distance were stunned. As the villain's boss, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"How is it possible...how is it possible...are you not Superman? Why..."

"Superman?" The redness in Lincoln's eyes dissipated. He tilted his head and moved his cervical vertebrae: "Compared with the nickname Superman, people from my motherland or ancestors are more suitable for me. Do you understand?"

"People of the motherland...people of our ancestors..." The big boss lowered his head and muttered to himself as if he was autistic.

But suddenly, he raised his head with a cry, and the ripples of mental power that had gradually dissipated instantly condensed in the air, rolling towards Lincoln like an iron wall: "I don't care who you are! Go to hell!

!Go to hell!"

The terrifying mental power swept past like a chariot, shattering the glass curtain walls on both sides of the place it passed, and the sweeping air waves even lifted nearby bricks and stones.

Like an unstoppable torrent, the attack that gathered all the strength of the big boss hit Lincoln solidly.

Boom!

A roaring explosion sounded, and the roaring shock wave swept dozens of meters away in an instant, and the dust was forced down by the terrifying impact.

The sky was clear, and against the blue background, Lincoln looked calm, as if the attack just now was just a gust of wind.

With the cloak dancing behind him, Lincoln's figure instantly crossed the space, and his five-fingered fist struck out like black lightning!

boom!

The air waves roared, and the mental barrier condensed in front of the big boss was shattered and torn in an instant, and the terrifying power was instantly transmitted to the limbs and bones.

The muscles were crushed, the bones were compressed, and except for the huge head, even the remaining Iron Throne was torn apart.

The severe pain was clear. He lost control of his mental power and fell from the air. Yellow-green blood continued to overflow from his mouth and nose. He raised his head with difficulty and saw Lincoln falling in front of him from mid-air: "Let me go."

, let me go..."