Marvel's Superman

Chapter 245 - 242 | God Doesnt Want To Forgive You.

Chapter 245 - 242 God Doesn't Want To Forgive You.

He grabbed the bullet with his bare hand!

The young Nick Fury, who hadn't seen much of the world, saw this unique skill for the first time. His eyes went as wide as copper bells.

Although the legend about Superman had been heard many times, there was nothing like witnessing the shocking experience himself.

'Those Germans were really out of luck.'

Thinking of the Axis Powers facing such enemies on the battlefield of World War II, Fury couldn't help but sympathize with them.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

Gunfire rang out again, fireworks spewed from the muzzle, and those heavy metal bullets struck Luke.

Those five big burly security guards were also frightened.

However, the inherent cognition for humans, 'How could flesh and blood stop bullets', still played a role.

So, out of some kind of stress reaction, the security guards pulled the trigger one after another, trying to kill the young reporter on the spot -- even forgetting Gitano's orders.

"If you have such receptive ability and such mental quality, you aren't qualified to be a security guard in a bar. How could you work as a lapdog for vampires and the rich and powerful?"

Luke's eyes flashed as he mocked.

Then, his thoughts moved slightly. The bio-force field covered them.

The rapidly spreading translucent field took the whole hall as its own territory.

"I'm suffocating!"

"Damn it! Is this reporter a mutant?"

"He's a monster!"

"…"

Panic-stricken voices sounded almost immediately.

The air seemed to solidify, and time seemed to slow down.

Those metal bullets shot out, hitting the invisible wall.

The kinetic energy was exhausted, and they fell, dropping on the carpet.

"Mutants? Your knowledge is a bit poor."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, and terrifying gravity was applied to the field.

The fierce and burly security guards knelt one after another. The guns in their hands were twisted into knots instantly as if they were being held by an invisible hand.

'As vampires, they have a desire for blood and use the blood of living creatures as food, which I can more or less understand. After all, survival is the priority of every living creature. '

A glimmer of cold light flashed through Luke's eyes as he spoke coldly, "But as former humans, isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to treat your own kind with such cruel means?"

Snap!

With a snap of his finger.

The head of a guard by the door exploded like a watermelon pierced by a bullet.

The turbid liquid mixed with red and white splashed out and splattered on the carpet with intricate patterns.

"Don't worry, take your time."

Feeling everyone's frightened eyes, Luke took off his glasses and changed from a male reporter to his original appearance.

"Superman!"

The other guards finally recognized him.

Anyone who hadn't been out of touch with society would read newspapers and watch TV.

No one would be unfamiliar with the youngest Lieutenant General in the history of the United States, Superman, the legendary hero who ended World War II.

In terms of later generations' internet language, Luke was regarded as a 'national idol' and a 'higher-up in the military'.

"It seems that my disguise was very useful."

Luke put a satisfied smile on his face and swept his eyes over.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Snap--

Luke was like a head-popping maniac, squeezing the horrible gravity in the air, exerting pressure on those security guards, and smashing their heads one by one!

On the surface, it looked like Superman merely glanced at them, and then the other party exploded.

Those headless bodies fell to the ground, a large stream of blood gurgled out, soaking the thick carpet with red.

"How about it, do you still like it?"

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Luke stepped over the headless bodies that had fallen to the ground, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down.

The big shots sitting around the long table had fear in their eyes.

If he was an ordinary murderer, he could still be lured by money, beautiful women, or power and status to supplement the coercion.

There was always a bargaining chip that could move the other party.

In this world, there were only a few crazy people who would really welcome chaos and evil.

But --

Sitting in front of them was a Lieutenant General.

When it came to power, even the president had to show some respect.

Speaking of wealth, SkyNet was owned by the arms tycoon Howard Stark and Luke -- it wasn't a secret. Anyone could find out if they wanted to.

In addition, there were hotels and casinos under construction in Las Vegas, which were said to be one of the assets under Superman's name.

For him, wealth was a cheap thing at his fingertips.

Therefore, these high-ranking politicians and wealthy businessmen who could make Washington, D.C., change decisions…

Didn't know what to use to impress Luke so that the other party would cut them some slack.

"General Cavill, I'm …"

Snap!

Another head burst open.

Red liquid splashed on the people to his left and right.

The feeling of blood and death approaching made them pale, and the fear in their hearts had been magnified to the extreme.

"I know your name, Mr. Field. A Congressman in the White House. Your family is very powerful on the east coast. There have been several congressmen from the so-called 'congressman family.' "

Luke's tone was faint as he spoke to the fallen corpse.

"But you spoke without permission, which is very rude, and I don't like it very much."

The hall suddenly fell into dead silence, and even Nick Fury, who was unaffected by his actions, subconsciously held his breath, seemingly afraid that he would be the next unlucky bastard to get his head blown off.

"Your name is… Gitano, right?"

When the absolute quiet and cold atmosphere lasted for about half a minute, Luke knocked on the table with his fingers and looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the head.

The other party had the elegant temperament and the pale face of a vampire. Two sharp teeth were faintly exposed, and a red light appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, it is."

Gitano was trembling, like a wild cat with exploded fur, and showed his external vampire characteristics.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I know the Chief of Staff of the White House, Mr. John Stillman."

"If there's anything that offended you, I can apologize to you on behalf of the Blood Council and Mr. Stillman and compensate with sufficient sincerity."

It should be said that vampires who had lived for a long time really did have good eyes.

Knowing that he didn't have any bargaining chips, he used the White House's Chief of Staff's name and the Blood Council.

"What is your status in the Blood Council?"

Luke's expression eased as he asked kindly.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I am the person in charge of the Washington area. I specialize in… providing fresh goods to the elders of the Council and conducting some public relation activities."

Gitano carefully considered his words. He was greatly afraid of Luke, who suddenly appeared.

Not only because of the horrible pressure brought by the bio-force field but also because of the tension and his inability to guess what the other party would do next.

"That is, you are responsible for hunting humans and bribing and colluding with another group of … humans."

Luke glanced at the politician sitting next to him. The guy thought his head was going to explode, so his legs shook with fear, and he almost pissed himself.

"What is your relationship with Stillman?"

Gitano's brain turned quickly, his eyes flashing.

He instinctively wanted to hide things, but he couldn't help obeying his inner will when he saw the headless corpses on the ground and the bloody smell in the air.

"Stillman is our biggest customer."

Gitano said truthfully.

"A customer?"

Luke raised his eyebrows.

"I mean… Because the Master of the New York Sanctum had a rule that vampires aren't allowed to hunt humans without permission, but the elders of the council sometimes need some fresh…food."

Gitano said hesitantly

"To get enough blood supply, we would cooperate with hospitals. The two-thirds of hospital blood banks in New York have transactions with the Blood Council."

Fury, who was standing behind, widened his eyes. 'Was there such an operation?'

Meaning when people went to the hospital to donate blood, it was actually feeding a vampire?

"Later, to enter the upper class, we developed an addictive drug with blood, which is more vigorous than marijuana and well received by the rich."

Gitano said cautiously.

"Mr. Stillman was introduced to the group. He soon fell in love with 'Blood Poppy' and often used it to gather people for parties."

"Later, a wine club was set up, and several new friends were brought every week."

The corners of Luke's mouth tilted slightly, and his fingers stopped tapping on the desktop.

John Stillman secretly colluded with the Blood Council to take advantage of improper transactions, which was not his main concern.

No politician in the White House, no member of Congress, no General in the Pentagon had a clean record.

Everyone had done some kind of power and money transactions, transferring benefits.

Politics itself was the dirtiest game in the world. To become an experienced player or the final winner, one had to sell their morals and conscience to the devil completely.

"I want to know, who referred Stillman to you?"

Luke looked at Gitano and asked softly, "How did you get to know the Chief of Staff of the White House? How did you turn so many politicians into familiars?"

"The expansion rate of vampires in the Washington area is three times the rate of previous years."

"In addition to this wine club, there are similar cigar clubs and sailing clubs … You use high-end clubs to attract elites."

"Most importantly, you have freely entered and exited the Pentagon in the name of the White House dignitaries and prepared several laboratories to make more 'Blood Poppy'."

"Tell me, Mr. Gitano. Who is behind all this? Who took over the Blood Council and made you his lapdog?"

"Vampires infiltrated Washington, D.C. on the surface, but in fact, began to grow and develop under cover of politics."

"At the same time, you use 'Blood Poppy' to win over various forces. Does a certain vampire elder want to be president?"

Gitano's forehead was sweating, and he couldn't answer any of these questions.

Some changes had indeed taken place in the Blood Council recently. Instead of adopting the previous conservative strategy, it took the initiative to attack.

Especially in penetrating the political and business sectors, it could be said that no effort was spared.

"The Master of New York Sanctum won't let vampires enter the governing body of the country."

Luke gradually approached the truth and whispered, "Not campaigning, then seeking re-election? Or ready to pass a bill?"

"Is the President making a big move? Mr. Stillman is the White House Chief of Staff, and I don't think you have to guess who he represents."

When he heard this, Gitano's pupil suddenly contracted. His right hand turned into a mist of blood, bursting open!

Then, using the powerful force from the stimulation, he forced himself to get rid of the bio-force field that enveloped the hall.

The disfigured body was like a lightning bolt, crashing directly through a glass window of the hall.

"It's too obvious. It's equivalent to telling me that the man behind the scenes is the President."

Luke didn't stop him. Hunters sometimes let go of their prey, hoping for a richer harvest.

"Well, that's the end of tonight's performance. Everybody, I wish you good night."

He stood up. The pressure exerted by the bio-force field suddenly dissipated, which relieved the group of club members who were hovering between life and death.

Fury's lips pursed as if trying to say something.

These powerful people, the vampire's accomplices, killed an innocent girl and deserved to be punished.

However, if they were handed over to the court for trial and punished by law, it might not be of much use.

White House cabinet officials, New York business capitalists, and members of Congress …

Fury looked back and found that all of them were well-dressed. Some were people who used to give speeches on morality.

"Oh, that's right."

Luke walked to the door and suddenly turned around.

"I just asked God. The old man said he doesn't want to forgive you bastards and asked me to send you to Mephisto."

Snap!

Lieutenant General Superman snapped his fingers.

It was as if he pushed the first domino.

Splash splash ----

Each head popped like fireworks in full bloom, spewing out blood.

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