Chapter 132 The First Appearance of the Robot Superman: The Approaching Crisis.

Warm sunlight shines over the blue earth and onto the white shell of the International Space Station Excalibur.

Four astronauts are repairing the outer surface of the space station under the protection of a tow rope.

A wrench flew out of the palm of Hank Henshaw, who was working on a satellite in a space suit, and floated in the weightless space environment.

His wife, Terri Henshaw, another crew member who was also wearing a space suit, reached out and caught it.

She handed the wrench back to Hank, and the ocean-blue glow of the earth reflected the beautiful face of her lover. This was the most beautiful scene Hank could see in the universe.

"What's missing? As your tortured and caring wife, I'm used to your extravagant style of doing things at home. But Hank, you are setting a wrong example for others."

"Yeah, Commander," Hank heard his older colleague Stephen joked, "I'm beginning to doubt whether you are still the one sitting in the command seat."

Hank laughed, "Guys, I'd love to let Terry be your commander, but I have to warn you, I'm considering finding a few troublemakers to start a fight."

"It sounds like the truth, hahaha."

The astronauts joked with each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious and friendly.

Another younger astronaut, Jim, said, "Terry, help call the Houston headquarters. It seems that their guess about the hydrolysis pressure is not wrong at all. Under the vibration when launching the satellite, it is estimated that several screws were knocked loose."

"'Several screws were knocked loose' is really a professional term." Terry said.

"Well, you can polish this explanation anyway, Ms. Chief Engineer."

Terry snorted, and she connected the communicator on her arm: "Houston headquarters, this is Excalibur... Houston, please reply..."

Hank turned his head and looked at the sea-blue earth.

"Come on, astronauts. One last check, we will return to the cabin."

Stephen held a debugging instrument: "This is the ninth time you have looked back at the earth, boss. You are still fascinated by it."

Hank smiled: "I just look forward to seeing the red cape. You can see him, he sometimes appears above the atmosphere. He has come up twice, you know, once saved my life."

Stephen responded: "Yes, brother. You can always rely on Superman."

"That's right." Hank said: "Superman always comes to save us, he is the god of the world, our savior."

He looked at the sea-blue planet, and his face looked a little pious.

But the warm time was soon broken by the somewhat anxious tone of Hank's wife Terry.

"Hank, they need you to get back online. They said it's important."

Hank pressed the communicator on his arm: "This is Hank, what's wrong?"

Then he paused.

"Oh, that's bad."

He turned to his other three colleagues and said, "There are meteorites approaching us. Everyone, get back to the ship now."

Stephen and Jim immediately activated the flamethrower backpacks on their backs. Terry wanted to squat down to restore the disassembled deck, but was pulled away by Hank: "Don't worry about it!"

"Where did the meteorites come from?"

The youngest Jim said in panic: "Are they the two we talked about last time? But didn't the Houston headquarters say that these two meteorites will fly around the earth and arrive in two days?"

"Solar flares erupted," Hank said with a grim look: "This unexpected situation changed the trajectory of the two meteorites like billiard balls being hit."

"Headquarters said that the landing points will be Sydney and Seoul."

"But before that, they will knock us away first!"

All four people have fled back to their seats, and Hank is operating the space station spacecraft.

Stephen said:

"The satellite is still docked with us, the hatch is still open, and the angle is 12 degrees."

"I don't care." Hank said: "Start the main thrusters immediately!"

The engine began to spit fire, and soon they would be able to escape-

Boom!

"Impact is coming."

The spacecraft shook violently, and Hank looked up and saw two large holes on the outside of the space station.

"It's just some meteorite fragments!"

Jim shouted: "The meteorites-they are coming!!!"

"Oh my God Hank, we won't survive this time."

Hank heard his wife say.

His eyes stayed on the other's beautiful face for a second.

The years have left traces on his beautiful face.

They have been married for 10 years, and Hank knows that he still loves her.

"Nonsense." He pulled the joystick in vain, and the spacecraft had completely lost control: "Superman will come to save us, just like before."

The spacecraft was shattered by countless small meteorite fragments, like chocolate dissolved in milk.

Hank heard his good friend Stephen scream hysterically: "The cabin is damaged!"

"We're screwed!" Jim cried desperately, "The main thruster is damaged!"

"Keep calm, everyone." Hank gave up operating the completely useless console.

He held his wife's hand.

"Superman must be on the way. I'm sure of that."

"Hank..."

He saw tears in Terry's eyes, his beloved, tearful wife.

He had vowed never to let the one he loved cry.

"It's okay, Terry." He didn't realize his voice was trembling: "You can always trust Superman."

Stephen and Jim were screaming.

"Everything will be fine." Hank stared into Terry's eyes: "Everything will be fine!"

Boom!!!

A big hole was torn in the spacecraft, and Stephen and Jim were swept away screaming.

"Hank!"

Time seemed to slow down.

Shock waves, gravity, the eyes of lovers.

And...

Destruction.

And then disappearance.

"Terry! No!!!"

Hank turned his head vigorously and saw his Terry tumbling in weightlessness and being swept out as well.

The love of his life was suspended on the surface of the ocean-blue planet, and then was swept away with his two best friends.

Hank tried desperately to unfasten his seat belt, and then the front of the spacecraft was reflected in his pupils, and the huge meteorite, which was bigger than the island, was pressing down straight.

Hank's eyes widened.

"Superman! I knew you would come!"

"Superman!!!"

"Superman!!!!"

Boom!

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With a ding.

The elevator door was opened.

Lex Luthor walked out with his hands behind his back, followed by his Asian female secretary, Lacy.

This is the base of LexCorp located 50 meters underground... where all Lex Luthor's experiments were conducted.

"Dr. Dabney Donovan, where did all my hard-earned money go?"

In the hall, there were rows of upright cans, tightly surrounded by iron shells.

Dr. Donovan was sitting next to the operating table eating, and he wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth.

"What's wrong? Lex. It's all in front of you. Every penny, every dime."

Dr. Donovan stood up. He was a middle-aged man with messy hair and wearing high-power glasses, which almost magnified his eyes like copper bells.

The messy brown beard made him look like a beaver, and the whole person looked like the crazy scientist in the children's cartoons who was generating electricity and laughing strangely.

Well, he was indeed a crazy scientist.

Dr. Donovan poured the leftovers into the trash can, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He pulled the joystick on the operating table next to him, and as the steel shells of the cans were opened with mechanical sounds, the lights in the cans lit up, and the strange and terrifying monsters showed their hideous faces under the lights.

"I'll stay here." Mercy took a breath. She said tactfully, "I don't get along well with crazy scientists."

Luther walked up to Dr. Donovan and said, "Are you still working on the killer weapon?"

"Oh, that's right."

Dr. Donovan said.

He touched the strange monsters sleeping through the glass.

Some of them barely had human figures, but had green skin and pimples all over their bodies; some were simply blue mosaics, with only a huge eyeball barely stuck on the top of their heads; some were even covered with tentacles...

"Actually, I was thinking that if my babies escaped, they might be... more confused."

Donovan touched his cute monsters through the tempered glass with some affection, his expression obsessed.

Luther had no expression on his face.

"Any progress?"

They put their hands behind their backs and walked past the failed products one by one.

"Whether he succeeds or fails, I hope he can obey my orders more."

"As soon as possible."

Luthor said: "I don't want a test subject, I want an army."

"Copying DNA is very difficult." Dr. Donovan said: "It has to be said that Superman's body is really a mystery. Any means of in-depth analysis of him has failed. We need a more stable code."

"Did our previous idea succeed?"

"Of course, Lex." Professor Donovan nodded, and he took Luthor to a culture tank.

A small baby was sleeping in the nutrient solution, with tubes inserted into his body.

"Our prototype was successful, although it is not a purebred Kryptonian-so I guess he will be very weak. But compared to humans, it is still strong enough."

Dr. Donovan pushed his glasses:

"He has half of your DNA, Lex, and they combine well with Superman's DNA. In a way, this test subject is the son of you and Superman, and he is growing up healthily."

"Come on." Luthor said, "Take me to see the pure clone."

They walked to another jar.

"I don't know yet whether this test subject is successful. Although the speculation is not scientific, I speculate that even if this test subject succeeds in the end, it will not be exactly the same as Superman."

Dr. Donovan said, "Every test of this test subject is beyond our expectations, and the actual performance always contradicts the speculated data."

"Sometimes I think this little guy likes to contradict so much, maybe he will be the opposite of Superman when he grows up? Superman has heat vision, he has freezing vision and so on, hahaha."

Then he met Luthor's eyes.

"Uh... I'm just kidding."

Dr. Donovan continued:

"But no matter what, this experimental subject will take at least 5 years to fully develop. Taking it out early will definitely cause some side effects."

"Speed ​​up as much as possible, Dr. Dabney Donovan."

Luther turned around and walked up the stairs towards the elevator.

"This underground base has been completely lead-coated, and the latest experimental personnel have been sent by the military. There is no need to cherish these materials. It doesn't matter if it's trial and error. I just want the results."

He said: "You are an expert in gene synthesis. If there are any problems, we can discuss them together."

He and his female secretary, Mo Xi, took the elevator to the upper floor of Lake Group.

Luther said:

"Moses, how is Blake doing?"

"Our purple-haired mercenary has fully recovered, but I'm afraid he no longer intends to work with us."

Secretary Moses said: "He now calls himself a superhero and learns to be chivalrous like Superman. It's hard for me to judge his behavior."

"Stop it, Blake has never been the same kind of person as Superman."

Luther sneered:

"Believe me, they will face each other soon. The situation will be very interesting then."

"Then do we need to do something?"

"Of course." Luther said: "Support Blake strongly, and we will give him whatever he wants."

The bald man touched his head:

"Isn't he going to establish the Ultra Heroes Alliance? Lex Luthor always likes friends, and we will cover all the expenses - of course, the debt still needs to be owed."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn't it?"

"But as it stands now, Blake's behavior is no different from Superman's. They should be in the same camp." Moses said.

The bald man shook his finger in front of her.

"Just contact them."

He said.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and Lex Luthor and his female secretary walked into the lobby on the ground floor. Countless scientists in white coats were operating various complex machines.

Luthor walked past a man who was looking at a specimen:

"Don't look at this specimen, it's obviously limestone. Read a book, you idiot."

He passed by another female researcher who was analyzing data:

"Finally someone can figure out Euclid's fifth formula, but it's obviously not you. If you dare to daydream at work again, I will fire you."

Finally he walked to the center: "I won't tolerate fools, guys. I'm almost fed up with idiots lately."

He said:

"Listen, there are already too many idiots in this world, funny idiots who worship aliens and think they are the hosts of justice, but I see the true face of aliens, and I know they are a threat."

"Redouble your efforts to participate in this alien arms race! And destroy it while it's still in its infancy!"

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Chen Tao sat at his desk and wrote a plan.

1: Emergency plan for Superman's death.

2: Plan for Lex Luthor's betrayal.

3...

Superman can now completely replace Batman's work. Gotham's criminals will soon realize what it means to be visited by Superman...Batman just after writing a word on a crime plan.

Under Superman's high-intensity overtime, where he even has to monitor whether you have stolen other people's paper when wiping your butt, Gotham's crime rate has dropped to freezing point, just as Chen Tao expected.

"Bruce, is it really okay to leave Bane alone?"

Alfred came over with a plate: "Before Superman completely cleaned up Gotham, he and Shiva attacked Arkham together and released many Arkham prisoners we had imprisoned there before."

The old butler asked: "Is it really okay?"

"And now Bane and the Arkham prisoners he took away have all escaped from Gotham, and Superman will beat them to a pulp as soon as they show up, Alfred. Times have changed, and now is the era of super powers."

"——Bane is no longer the most important threat."

Chen Tao said without turning his head: "Even if Bane appears now, his knees will only smash the spine of Iron Batman. I'm too lazy to watch such a simple plot."

"Now, another person is more important."

Chen Tao picked up the pen and continued to write on the notebook:

3: Relevant plans to prevent Manchester Black, a telepathic person, from driving Superman crazy.