Chapter 25 He Is Simply a God!

Lyon saw every move of the terrorists clearly.

But he did not counterattack immediately, but stood quietly and waited.

Soon, a large number of explosive weapons such as grenades and rockets were launched.

Lyon remained motionless, just a sweep of the heat ray ended a round.

He did not fly until the vehicle-mounted missile began to ignite.

"Jarvis, is there a satellite above our heads now?"

"Master Lyon, there is a US military satellite operating over Afghanistan."

Jarvis responded immediately and began to analyze.

"As long as a small or medium-sized conflict occurs, it will immediately monitor."

"And there is a local reporter who is secretly filming seven hundred meters away."

"Reporter? Is it a war reporter?" Lyon nodded, and raised the golden S on his chest, "It seems that the audience is in place. How can Superman's first battle be ignored!"

He glanced and immediately found the reporter.

The base of the terrorist organization is sandwiched between several small hills, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The man was lying in the bushes on the hillside of one of the hills.

He was wrapped tightly and dressed in local ethnic characteristics.

His exposed beard was half black and half white, and he was obviously not young. He was a local middle-aged reporter.

Such people have experienced the peaceful period in Afghanistan, the most dangerous war after the invasion of the country, and the most miserable displacement.

They often hate the Ten Commandments Gang more and are more fearless of sacrifice.

This is a group of people who only want to expose the atrocities of terrorist organizations with their own lives in exchange for peace in their country.

"Is that really... Superman?" The middle-aged reporter also saw the figure flying in the air in the distance.

The man's cape was bright red, his figure was tall, and his face was as handsome as Superman in the movie. People don't want to forget, but they can't remember it when they think about it.

No matter how you look at it, it's all Superman Benchao!

Is there really a Superman in this world? Is he here to deal with the terrorist organization below?

The reporter thought it was absurd.

But the scene of Superman facing thousands of enemies, which had just been recorded in his device, was so real.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not! If Superman can save this country, then all the money I have in the rest of my life will be used to support DC and Warner Bros!"

(DC Comics was acquired by Warner Bros. in the 20th century.)

The middle-aged reporter gnashed his teeth, and suddenly saw a little fire light up in the camp, and then a hot flame sprayed, and six two or three meters long vehicle-mounted missiles flew into the air.

"That, that's a missile! Not good!" The reporter looked at Leon with bloodshot eyes, "Superman, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

However, Leon not only did not retreat, but went forward.

He accelerated in the air, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a fist in front of the other, colliding with the missile like an arrow.

Boom!

A missile detonated, and then the rest of the missiles exploded one after another.

The deafening explosion echoed among the hills, the smoke quickly filled the air, and the fire illuminated the branches of every tree.

The strong wind from the explosion bent the surrounding trees one by one.

The middle-aged reporter's headscarf was blown away, revealing his dry yellow hair that was blown upside down.

He stared blankly at the smoke in the sky, his blue eyes were illuminated by the flames, and he felt uneasy.

Under the direct bombardment of six missiles, no one could survive, and even leaving a complete body was a luxury.

But that was Superman. The bullets below just couldn't hurt him, and he took the initiative to receive the missiles... What if?

It seemed to be responding to the middle-aged reporter's expectations.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the clouds.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The gust of wind was fierce but not swift. In a few seconds, it blew away the mushroom cloud that was about to rise, revealing an intact figure.

It was Superman!

The cape behind Superman was still fluttering, and he was not injured at all!

No, let alone getting him injured, those missiles couldn't even stain him with a touch of gunpowder black!

"God is above!! I knew it!! I knew he could do it!"

The middle-aged reporter jumped up, his face flushed with excitement, and he punched excitedly while jumping, not caring about exposing his tracks.

He looked at Superman, and at this moment he seemed to see hope.

How many days and nights of expectation, but he didn't expect the intervention of international organizations, but he expected the miracle to come.

The terrorists in the camp were as excited as the middle-aged reporter at this time.

They also jumped up and down and shouted, but they shouted "Monster, that's a monster!".

After a while, gunshots rang out among the noisy terrorists, and another group of deserters or people who didn't want to be cannon fodder were shot dead.

Lyon waited in the air for a while, showing an interested expression.

"Oh? Finally, the Jericho missile was brought out. Is it a plan to die together?"

The firepower coverage of the Jericho missile is extremely wide. After the explosion, the two-kilometer range will be covered by flames.

This group of terrorists wanted to use Jericho at such a close distance, just to drag Leon to die with them.

"That's great, I haven't seen the power of Tony's masterpiece with my own eyes, and now I can finally experience it myself."

"Jarvis, don't forget to record it and send it to Tony, and leave a message asking him how he can sleep."

"Okay, Master Leon, I'm recording it all the time." Jarvis is always so considerate.

After waiting for a few minutes, the Jericho missile was finally operated by the terrorists, pushed on the open ground, and ignited successfully.

Three Jericho missiles were launched at the same time, and the inventory in the base was emptied at once.

The three missiles accelerated in the air and disintegrated immediately after approaching the target. Dozens of small missiles blocked all of Lyon's retreat.

This is a blanket bombing without blind spots. Tony's invention is indeed top-notch.

"It is worthy of Tony's latest work." Lyon also praised.

Suddenly he thought of something, glanced at the reporter on the hillside.

"But I have to leave for a while."

After saying that, Lyon's figure instantly disappeared in the encirclement of missiles.

Time is running out.

He flashed next to the reporter, picked him up from the bushes, and then flew to another hill three kilometers away in the blink of an eye to put him down, and then returned to the center of the missile in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm back, it shouldn't be too late, right." Lyon looked at the approaching missile and talked to himself.

Jericho missiles are extremely fast, and their strategic positioning is to bombard indiscriminately in the shortest possible time.

Almost as soon as Leon returned to his original position, the missile group's concentrated fire was already approaching him.

However, Leon did not want his carefully woven uniform to be blackened by missiles, so he quickly punched continuously.

Countless fist shadows appeared at the same time in 360 degrees, as if Leon had grown countless hands.

Almost in just a moment, all the missiles were detonated at the same time.

Boom!

A more violent and violent explosion than before began.

The sound of tearing through the sky, the flames rising into the sky, and the smoke covering thousands of meters.

The strong shock wave spread at the moment of the explosion, and the trees and mountains within the range first collapsed and were then engulfed by the explosion.

Three kilometers away, the reporter felt that he had changed places in a flash, and then he was knocked to the ground by the shock wave.

He rolled on the ground for a few times, staggered and pulled a mess of clothes to get up, staring blankly at the mushroom cloud in the distance that seemed to go straight to the sky.

Even though he was so far away, he could still feel the intense heat.

"What kind of missile is that? How could it be so terrifying?" the reporter repeated blankly.

He still remembered the scene he had just seen, where the missile broke into dozens of small missiles in the air.

Such a missile is simply impossible to counter.

If it is used against the local defense forces, the tragic end of the own side is simply unimaginable.

"Also, where is Superman? He just saved me!"

The reporter leaned against the tree weakly, looking at the mushroom cloud: "He knew I was hiding there, so he saved me, what a good man... Wait, could he go back to deal with the missile again!?"

The next second, a hurricane blew away the mushroom cloud, revealing Superman's figure, once again confirming the reporter's guess.

"My God, he is simply a god!" Looking at Superman who was still unharmed, the reporter exclaimed.

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