Superman

"I admire your courage, man."

The corner of Luke's mouth curled up. This street gangster did one thing that Hydra, Kang the Conqueror, Odin, and Thanos failed to do.

Stop Superman with a dagger and go for the heist.

"Stop talking nonsense! Be quick with your hands and feet! Don't try some dangerous moves, or you will die a miserable death!"

The gangster on the street still doesn't know what an earth-shattering event he has done. If the boss of the gang next door finds out, he will definitely give him a thumbs up.

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of carrying a wallet with me."

Luke turned around slowly, and said with a kind face: "But I can write an IOU, Mephisto from hell, Odin from Asgard, and the supreme mage from Kama Taj are all very good. A generous man is sure to pay handsomely."

The street gangster was dumbfounded when he heard that, how could he still pay off the debt for a robbery?

Also, who are those gibberish names?

"You fool me!?"

Street gangsters don't have a good temper. If they disagree with each other, they will stab them with a knife.

clang.

The point of the knife stabbed hard in Luke's chest.

The sound of the collision was like the clash of gold and iron.

As if hitting an iron plate, the dagger was bent and deformed directly.

The force of the shock made the street gangster's arm numb and throbbing.

"It seems that your weapon quality is not good enough."

Luke shrugged. He didn't have time to waste time on a guy from the bottom of society.

You must know that at the last moment, you were facing the most powerful man in the world.

In the next second, he was robbed by a street gangster.

The opponent didn't even have a pistol, only a dagger.

What a bargain!

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, and he looked at the guy who didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky.

The sluggish brain of the street gangster finally came to his senses.

The "drunk" in front of him is not even afraid of a dagger, and he is probably a hero in disguise.

So, he ran away decisively without looking back.

Swish!

In the dark alley, a red light flashed.

The figure fleeing in a hurry was hit, and the high temperature evaporated the flesh and blood, smashing the skeleton together.

The scorched black dust was blown away by the cold wind.

Automatically ignoring this small episode, Luke slowly flew into the sky.

Standing in the clouds, overlooking the earth.

His senses were maximized, and first he took all of New York under his control, then the East, the West, and the entire North American continent.

Unpredictable and complicated information flooded into my mind, but it didn't disturb Luke's thinking.

"This is the BBC"

"here is"

"Welcome to ubs news"

"This is a tragic day in American history"

Bunches of radio waves were like envelopes with wings, conveying the latest changes in the world, and then fell into Luke's ears.

"Less than two weeks after the EU collapsed, Russia has built up forces in Belarus and threatened to invade Poland"

"World heads say they will not stand by if bloodshed breaks out"

"The global hunt for the man who claims to be the smartest man in the world continues"

"It is reported that the White House has personally issued a warrant for the arrest and trial of Adrian Vetter, and will clarify the absurd allegations that the government conspired in the New York City massacre"

"Some experts believe that it is necessary to quell the political turmoil that broke out across the country and even the world through this arrest."

"I am William F. Buckley Jr. speaking to you on behalf of the President of the United States of America"

"I regret to report that Russia has invaded Poland and the evil in this world has compelled us to do so"

"If the Russian military cannot withdraw within four hours, the president will have no choice but to mobilize the military force of the whole country"

Luke raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.

It seems that the pharaoh's big lie has been exposed, the contents of Rorschach's diary have been leaked, and the whole world has once again come to the brink of destruction.

It's just that this time there is no Dr. Manhattan in the United States, and the situation has become dangerous.

A world war is imminent.

"Once famous drag hero, Adrian Witter became a successful businessman and philanthropist when he took off his mask in 1975"

"He took the chair of CEO in the conglomerate he founded and led the world's financial markets to a whole new level"

"Adrian Witte is also extremely dangerous. He is accused of murdering 300 million people, and tens of thousands more need to be sent to the hospital for permanent mental trauma"

"This man also killed Edward Morgan Black, codenamed The Laughing Man"

"The drag hero organization, members of the militia disappeared one after another, or died"

"Holly Mason, former member of the militia, the original night owl was beaten to death at home by mobs"

"The second-generation Night Owl Daniel Dreborg and his wife, the second generation of Silk Soul, Laurel Jane Juspeck, whereabouts are unknown"

"Rorschach's diary is published in the New York Gazette, and the world faces chaos again"

Luke restrained his senses and seemed to be lost in thought.

He is not interested in world politics, even if a war breaks out, it has nothing to do with him.

"The pharaoh is still at large"

Luke captures the point that the self-proclaimed "smartest man in the world" didn't sit on the throne for long after devising a horrific plot to get Dr. Manhattan out of this universe.

The leak of Rorschach's diary destroyed the utopia he built, and the doomsday clock ticked again.

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"Then the question is, where is the Pharaoh?"

Luke frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

"Maybe someone will know."

Chapter 4 Day of Destruction, Rorschach Mask

Rorschach's Diary——

"November 1992nd, possibly 22rd, 23.

The streets are full of skins, people's minds are boiling with the absurd nightmare brought by the imaginary invaders, the doomsday clock is ticking again, we have had a chance, but they simply abandoned it.All of them!

The noise that deserves no pity filled their own ears, forming a deafening echo chamber.

They blame each other for what the other has, not who they are.

Their tolerance is a one-way street.

At the same time, the totalitarians stood their ground, playing deaf and dumb, preaching the restoration of Datong society, without realizing that for those who were different from them, the good old days were not so good.

It all depends on your perspective, God turned around and left us a paradise, like giving a five-year-old a pocket razor.

We cut open the belly of the world and secrets pour out, a gut of truth and shit hangs us to death.

Soon there will be nothing but bedbugs, cockroaches and fly maggots fighting for the carcasses of the ordinary.

They then devour themselves until they choke to death.

Unless we can call God back.

Smash it, scream it, because maybe we don't deserve it, or maybe the world is coming to an end.

We shattered the American Dream and now it is the American Nightmare. "

The man closes the journal and picks up an ink-stained mask.

Its original owner had already died in Antarctica, and there was not even a complete body left.

"The authorities have issued mandatory evacuation orders across the country. We urge everyone to gather family members and evacuate from our marked red zone. If the emergency number that appears at the bottom of the screen is busy, please contact the local police..."

Urgent notices about evacuation and evacuation of city residents were played on a loop on television.

The man didn't look at it, just put on a mask of constantly changing ink stains.

The world is getting worse and worse. I don't know if it's after Dr. Manhattan left or after Rorschach's diary leaked.

Anyway, it's like a terminal cancer patient whose body is getting worse every day.

Tap, tap, tap.

The man put his hands in the pockets of his brown coat and strode out the door.

He descended the stairs, leaving the shabby apartment, and the world outside was in chaos.

All kinds of smashing, looting and burning, all kinds of riots broke out.

The nuclear war is coming, the end is coming, and everyone is going crazy.

The man walks through the massive carnival line expressionlessly, ignoring the violence that has taken place, he has other things to do.

The world is getting more and more depraved, and there are always heroes to stand up.

Now that you are wearing this mask, you have to choose to save something.

For example, the world.

The man walked very fast and finally stopped at the gate of the police station.

The police are busy evacuating their work, and the shrill phone rings one after another, more exaggerated than Wall Street securities firms.

They are faced with a very serious problem, that is, how to deal with the prisoners in the cells?

There is not enough time left for the citizens to evacuate, so how can they care about those vicious gangsters!

A policeman is carrying a large bunch of keys. It is impossible for the police station to put so many people in the prison van and transfer them on the spot.

In order not to be charged with murder afterwards, the director decided to release them.

Anyway, the ghost knows whether the Eastern camp will choose to bomb the city!

"Give me the key!"

A bald man put his hand out of the iron fence and firmly grasped the policeman by the back collar.

The criminals in the cells were shouting and banging on the bars, making a high-pitched noise.

They know what's going on outside, and no one wants to be trapped here, either starving to death, dying of thirst, or being bombed into a charred corpse.

Bang!

The bald man punched the policeman in the cheek, knocking out several teeth.

He wanted to snatch the other party's key and open the locked cell door.

After the policeman could be knocked down with a heavy punch, the bunch of keys also flew out and landed on the far wall.

"Shet!"

The bald man cursed harshly.

He was thinking of a way to pick up the bunch of keys, and someone had already done so.

The man in the ink mask held the bunch of keys and looked at the bald man locked in the cell.

"You figured it out?"