The God Killer in the American Comics World

When Superman went in to find Lex Luthor, Director Nick looked at the Anger trio in mid-air and was a little entangled.

Nick was the most unpredictable about the personalities of the Kratos trio.

They were not superheroes like Superman, Batman, and Spiderman who were obviously in the good camp. On weekdays, when there were robberies and murders in Gotham and New York, even if they robbed a bank, the three rarely came out, and only Wonder Woman occasionally came out to catch a criminal.

Especially Kratos, who was a typical catcher of the big and let the small go.

As for S.H.I.E.L.D., Kratos didn't care at all.

This was not good for S.H.I.E.L.D. and even the entire American upper echelons. After all, the world's top combat power was not in their hands, and the senior officials of the old American were weak every day.

He seemed to be quite a bird of Tony, and Tony flew over to talk to him.

"Boss, do you want me to go over to contact you?" Black Widow asked Nick.

"Focus on the task at hand first."

Before the voice fell, Superman was blasted out.

This surprised many people.

You know, Superman is the recognized ceiling among the superheroes on Earth. With his extremely strong body, eye rays that can instantly destroy a building, and supersonic flight, he is almost invincible.

His momentary frustration made Nick order with a toothache: "Attention, all Avengers, high alert."

No one noticed that in the laboratory where Superman had just been blasted out, Lex Luthor was laughing: "Yes! That's right! That's it! Go - [Doomsday]! Hahaha! General Zod, you can't imagine it! You will become my slave even if you die!"

As the saying goes, happiness turns to sorrow. Just as this blond handsome guy was laughing ostentatiously, showing his arrogance and lunacy by clapping, his feet suddenly became empty.

A portal appeared silently under his feet.

He fell in naturally.

A sharp fall of more than two meters high can also kill ordinary people who are not prepared.

Lex is lucky and unfortunate.

He was not killed by the fall, but he was in pain all over.

Before he could get up in a mess, a slim woman in black combat uniform suddenly appeared in front of him.

He certainly would not forget the outfits of these Kryptonians when they invaded the earth. When he saw the other party, he opened his mouth in great astonishment: "Ah..."

His scream stopped halfway through, and he was like a screaming chicken, being pinched by the other party's neck with one hand, and the whole person was lifted up high.

"Lex Luthor, what the hell did you just say? I'll give you another chance to organize your words." Fura Ao's eyes, which could really shoot out lasers, burned like fire.

"You... these guys who claim to be gods... don't even think about it... Wow——"

Fura didn't listen to him. She applied a little force with her fingers, and the chin of this handsome blond guy was completely rotten. The jawbone alone was broken into three digits, and his tongue, which spewed hateful venom at all extraordinary people, was also pulled out on the spot.

"Woo woo ah ah!" Lex wanted to die like this, so that he wouldn't have to endure more pain.

Unfortunately, death was already a luxury for him.

Fulla pressed his head into an alien instrument, which was a medical capsule used by the dark elves to repair the bodies of their compatriots.

Here, he would receive good medical treatment so that he could accept... more torture.

Desecrating corpses, kidnapping old ladies to threaten Superman, even if he was such a despicable guy, Batman would still send him to a mental hospital.

Ange would send him to a living hell.

This is the biggest difference between the actions of this wild father and illegitimate son.

Fulla looked at Lex struggling in despair, and after a long sigh of relief, there was a subtle sense of contradiction on her face.

If her previous feelings towards Ange were helpless submission to the strong, now her feelings that should have been filled with hatred have added an inexplicable gratitude.

She looked at the Canary sisters next to the medical cabin. To deal with a big battle like [Doomsday], even if the Canary sisters and Catwoman have twice the physique of ordinary people, they still can't go on the field. They could only do what they could.

"Please, sisters, keep an eye on this bastard." Fulla added.

This surprised the two sisters.

Dana nodded generously: "Don't worry, sister Fulla, he can't run away."

Fulla felt a little strange, but still nodded to show her approval.

On the other side, near Lex's previous laboratory, the fighting had already turned the world upside down.

"Bang--"

A loud noise.

The square, which was larger than a basketball court, collapsed in pieces. The solid ground that could easily drive a tank up now seemed to have become a pile of fine tofu fragments, just because [Doomsday] punched Superman into the ground.

"Damn, this is the city center!" Nick's unique black accent exploded in the Avengers' communication circuit.

But the Avengers' current manpower could not deal with the monster Doomsday at all.

Before coming, although Nick had a relatively clear judgment of the seriousness of the situation, he still couldn't help cursing when he saw that the one who knocked Superman away was a humanoid monster that was nearly ten meters tall and looked very much like an orc.

Without Thor and the Hulk, the Avengers lost the most critical MT.

So, Iron Man took the risk to approach the guy and fired several missiles and repulsor rays, but the other party pulled up a five-ton statue and threw it at Tony's face.

Tony dodged by instinct.

The 30-story building behind him was in trouble. A statue hit it, and the floor of two floors was blown up on the spot. There was a tremor, and the shouts and screams of innocent people resounded throughout the building.

"Kratos! What are you doing?" Tony shouted loudly, and threw a headset to Anger at the same time.

Anger was a bit upset.

He knew that [Doomsday] was awesome. No matter which version of history, Doomsday was a killer weapon that surpassed the elite of Kryptonians.

It's just that [strength] is really relative.

How much stronger it is, you have to fight it to know.

In order to deal with [Doomsday], Anger certainly prepared a small green spear, but his preparation was definitely not as good as others.

If one is not handled well, it will become that there are always unruly people who want to harm me (Superman version).

The big ultrasonic look that I finally brushed might be lost.

Ange put on the headset speechlessly, and a familiar voice came from it: "Hello! Mr. Kratos, I am Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD. Now Gotham City and even the whole United States need your cooperation."

"You say."

"Is it possible for us to change the battlefield? The threat to the people here is too great."

"I'll try."