My girlfriend is a Kryptonian

"go!"

The silver-haired gentleman waved his hand, and a torrent once again formed a small tornado, wrapped in sand, gravel, frost and snow, and swept violently towards the five-year-old boy.

The five-year-old boy rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward. He resisted the tornado for a while, and then his body was thrown heavily against the wall!

Walls collapse.

The five-year-old boy was unharmed and got up angrily: "You can't fly yet, it's really troublesome!"

The silver-haired gentleman also frowned.

But at this moment, the communicator rang.

The silver-haired gentleman hurriedly took out the communicator from his pocket and connected it. A majestic and lazy female voice came out of the communicator: "Riptide, how is the situation?"

"king."

The silver-haired gentleman named 'Riptide' responded respectfully: "Everything on the scene is under control. It is the extraordinary heroes on the other team who have the ability to teleport. The target was teleported to New York City by them."

He quickly said: "However, the red devil Azazuo has memorized her aura and used his teleportation ability to pursue her."

"Where's the death knell?" asked the woman behind the scenes.

Riptide replied helplessly: "As you know, there are two generations of Robins in the Junior League, and one of them is Batman's son..."

"I see.."

The woman behind the scenes obviously knows very well some of the grudges between Deathstroke and the Wayne family.

As if hearing the sound of fierce fighting on this side of the scene, the woman behind the scenes asked: "Is there any other trouble?"

"It's Superman's son, he's also there."

Riptide let out a breath, even if the opponent didn't have the power of Superman, the Kryptonian bloodline was still not something they could deal with casually.

The woman behind the scenes was silent for a moment and said: "I will send No. 13 there."

"No. 13?" Riliu heard this and responded with uncontrollable fear: "Does he really need to appear?"

The woman behind the scenes said coldly: "This goal cannot be missed. With her, our Hellfire Club will undergo a transformation!"

Riptide couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that the potential of this target is as powerful as No. 13?"

The woman behind the scenes responded: "Pretty much."

Riliu took a breath and finally understood why even the military was eager to cooperate with them and achieve the goal together!

…

At this time, the main hall on the second floor of the base was burning with fire.

A leopard-shaped claw covered with a metal glove tore through the air and slapped it. The magical girl let out a soft drink. She crossed her arms to block. Even after being slapped by the leopard's claw, she still flew backwards more than ten meters away, smashing the sofa and table to pieces. !

Starfire, a member of the Youth League not far away, raised his hands, and a bright orange flame glowed from his hands, rushing toward the leopard-shaped figure like a flowing flame cannonball!

The opponent stood on the spot without dodge, and a leopard tail behind him was as fast as lightning, cracking the orange-red flames and bursting!

Starfire's orange face turned a little pale.

The magical girl also got up from the ground again, looking solemnly at the powerful enemy in front of her.

It was a female existence that transformed into a leopard form. She had leopard ears and a leopard tail, and stood on two legs with slightly raised leopard-like feet.

Most of her human-shaped female leopard body is naked, with silver metal clothes covering her key parts. Her mature and sexy body is combined with the wild leopard shape, full of suffocating wild charm.

Being stared at by those narrow and green eyes, it was like being stared at by the most apex predator. As an alien, Starfire also felt a little bit hairy.

At this time.

The hooded girl who was still sitting quietly on the corner of the sofa in the main hall, still holding a book in her hand, put down the book "How to Attack Men" in her hand, and said softly: "I can take action."

"Raven, stop now!" Starfire said hurriedly: "Your ability is too unstable!"

The magical girl clenched her golden-gloved fists and said, "Let the two of us do it first. If you really can't hold it anymore, you can do it again."

"good."

The hooded girl replied and continued to read with her head down, turning a blind eye to the battlefield and the sea of ​​fire.

…

Downstairs, the battlefield on the other side.

Nightwing Dick was kicked out hard.

Damian Wayne stepped forward quickly, holding a sharp bat dagger in each hand, flashing coldly in the flames and darkness!

Deathstroke waved the katana with his right hand, and the hand and the sword almost turned into afterimages.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Damian Wayne's eyes were bloodshot, and he wielded a sharp blade with both hands, fighting fiercely with Deathstroke, who was holding a knife in one hand!

Gold and iron clash, and sparks fly!

Less than ten seconds.

Damian Wayne's body froze, but a bat dagger was shot away.

His other dagger collided with the katana, causing a burst of sparks, but it was difficult to open the powerful katana. He could only watch the katana brush against the dagger and continue to stab his chest and heart.

At the critical moment.

A bat hook grabbed Damian Wayne's lower back and pulled his body back, narrowly dodging the stab from the katana!

"Are you okay?" Nightwing retracted his bat hook and stabilized Damian's body.

"fine!"

Damian shook his head and took out a new bat dagger from his waist, but the hands holding the dagger were trembling slightly.

Nightwing sighed softly. Facing such a powerful enemy and fighting with such intensity, it was still too much for Damian Wayne's still undeveloped body.

Deathstroke said: "You two are too poor. Is this the successor that Batman has trained?"

Hearing this, the second generation Robin Nightwing and Damian Wayne looked ugly.

"Is this the so-called new generation?" Deathstroke shook his head: "It's very different from the kid I met eight years ago."

"Who are you talking about?" Nightwing frowned.

"I don't know who he is, but he was not much older than you at the time." Deathstroke smiled nostalgically: "He also said that he wanted to invite me to be a bodyguard."

Let Deathstroke... be a bodyguard?

Nightwing and Damian Wayne couldn't understand it. They were already scared just by facing Deathstroke.

"Boys, your generation is too comfortable. Now you are facing most human super criminals. Have you faced super super power battles, alien invasions, and dimensional collapse in the past five years?"

Deathstroke sneered.

Only old guys like them understand the horror of the old era five years ago and the great power that divides the era into two!

There was once a man who stood above that era and became the only god!

…

New York City, a thousand meters above.

“The target’s aura is here.”

A red figure emerged with a strange fire. It was a demonic man with dark red skin, wearing a decent gentleman’s uniform, and a fiery red demon tail behind him.

He looked down at the New York City in the night, his figure flickered, and he disappeared again in the firelight!