0p0 Chapter 242 Global Defense Bureau
Chapter 242 Global Defense Bureau
Chapter 242 Global Defense Bureau
Seeing Angstrom, who had tormented him for so long, meet such a clean and swift death, Mark was not only surprised but also felt a chill run down his spine.
Even with his reaction speed, he only managed to catch a glimpse of a red afterimage.
When he came to his senses, his mother had disappeared, and Angustron's head had been crushed by Superman.
The opponent's methods were so decisive that Mark was somewhat reminded of his father, the All-Round Man.
"What kind of look is that, Mark?"
Joey, who had dealt with Angustron in an instant, noticed the change in Mark's expression, but he didn't think much of it:
"He broke your mother's arm and threatened to send them to the wasteland to die. What do you think I would do? Clear my throat and tell him, 'You're under arrest'?"
"No."
A distraught Mark subconsciously denied it. During this journey through the multiverse, he had thought of killing Angustron more than once, but he didn't think he could actually put it into action.
According to the people in that zombie world, Superman was supposed to be the ultimate answer to all superheroes, a moral exemplar who brought hope to everyone, a perfect superhero.
Why is it that the other party kills a person as casually as crushing an ant?
"Okay, I understand."
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Joey sighed. He understood the source of Mark's hesitation; the other man was clearly "that kind" of superhero.
"I know that extraordinary power requires self-reflection and restraint. You are a true hero, Mark, but unfortunately, I am not entirely one."
Mark is still young and has plenty of time to think about this issue, while Joey, who has been constantly on edge since he started flying, can only let things take their course, believing that power and morality will eventually find their own balance.
As for Mark's accusations that he committed the murder, Joey didn't care at all. He even directly admitted that he didn't kill Mark entirely for Mark's sake:
"I probably shouldn't have brought up your family, but Angustran's threats to you did cause me real trouble, putting two worlds I cared about in danger at the same time, so I killed him."
Sometimes Joey also realizes that once the Flashpoint universe is involved, his emotions always tend to get slightly out of control, almost like a stress response.
Perhaps after everything is over, when the Flashpoint universe is no longer in crisis, I should find a peaceful and tranquil universe to live a quiet life, as far away from that constantly self-destructing universe as possible.
However, this goal is unlikely to be achieved in the short term.
"Welcome to the multiverse. Don't judge me by that 'Boy Scout' image people have of me; I don't even share the same Earth name as him. Perhaps in some parallel universe there's an even more ruthless version of 'Invincible Young Hero'."
Joey patted Mark on the shoulder, wanting to explain further about the different versions in the multiverse, but then felt Mark's body tremble slightly.
He was frightened by his own action of killing without hesitation.
He realized once again that trying to reason with others with words was indeed foolish.
Since everyone has their own set of reasons, it's best to end this conversation here.
"Go on, Mark, your family is just across the street."
Mark responded and, following Superman's guidance, smashed through the wall and charged straight toward his mother.
For his mother and family, the kidnapping lasted only a few tense minutes, but for Mark, he had already spent many days and nights on this dangerous dimensional journey.
He misses his mother terribly right now.
Mark's mother, Debbie, was still holding her husband's other child tightly in her arms, showing no sign of letting up even though one of her arms was broken.
Upon seeing Mark, her first thought was to ignore the excruciating pain of her fractured arm and focus on her son's safety.
"Mark, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"mom!"
Carefully avoiding the wound on his mother's arm, the moment Mark embraced his injured mother, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.
Under these circumstances, he had long since forgotten his previous doubts about Superman.
The crisis is over, the villains are dead, and the family survives—this ending is good enough.
What more could he possibly want?
Joey, watching Mark's family reunion from a distance across the street, should have been very happy; he even wanted to fly over and offer his blessings.
But in the end, it was not put into practice.
The trials and tribulations that the invincible young hero faced across countless dimensions and universes have come to an end, but when will his journey finally come to a close?
It's time to leave.
Joey pulled out the drone Tony had given him and tried to send a message to the other end, asking them to pull him back.
However, unsurprisingly, this device did not respond at all. It had previously left a transmitter in the Walking Dead universe, and in the Flashpoint universe, the time warping effect caused the time-anchoring components to be overloaded.
The more sophisticated and complex something is, the lower its reliability will naturally be. Tony had already considered this when he made this thing.
But no one could have imagined that such a simple drone, which only has the two core functions of positioning, transmitting signals, and anchoring, would be subject to the impact of time flow.
The drone is now completely broken.
Of course, not all components are unusable; at least the talkative onboard AI Friday is still functioning normally.
"Most computing components are already overloaded, and the machine's current computing power has declined to a point where it's almost considered that 9.11 is greater than 9.9."
It wouldn't even qualify as a calculator.
I have to point out this: "I think you're talking about an algorithm problem rather than a computing power problem."
"Idiot, I'm talking about literature. Don't you know what a metaphor is?!"
What Joy knows is that there's still too much computing power available, so much that this AI can still spout nonsense. It's better to rely on yourself than to depend on her.
"Stop wasting computing power with nonsense, give me the instruction manual!"
Fortunately, there is an AI that carries the data in the machine's storage. With her help, repairing the machine should not be too difficult.
Just as the two people were arguing on their phones, the atmosphere in the room began to change.
Although Joey wasn't on guard as he was about to look through the instruction manual, he still heard a slight noise.
Looking around, I noticed that there were many other people in the area who were not visible to the naked eye.
Floating in the air, Joey landed on his feet and hovered inside the house. As he spoke, he reached out and easily pulled out a spear from what appeared to be nothing but air. To Superman, the spear was less destructive than a fire poker.
The Kryptonians were so fast that the stealth warrior who had just been holding the rifle didn't even have time to react, just like Angustron who had died in an instant.
"The uniform you're wearing is completely invisible from both optical and thermal perspectives, which is truly a remarkable scientific achievement."
Unfortunately, there are still too many issues to address—sound, energy frequencies, and even airflow.
The other party is only optically invisible, but still exists in the material world. Even in the most extreme case, as long as you are willing to spend a few seconds to count how the gas molecules in the air are arranged, Joey can clearly see a blob of people compressing the surrounding atmosphere.
After examining the firearms one by one and realizing that they were essentially kinetic weapons, Joey lost interest and simply shoved the gun back into the other person's hand.
"The gun is good, but it's far inferior to the invisibility cloak."
The soldier, whose gun had been taken away and then returned, lost his invisibility field due to this interference, and stood there bewildered.
Their code of conduct has always been that no firing is permitted without authorization except in emergencies, so this situation cannot be considered an emergency.
The fact that the other side didn't fire was a good start; at least Joey knew that the relevant agencies in this world were quite professional.
"Then you must be the 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' of this world. I must say, you're very disciplined."
"no."
White sparks flickered in the room, and after a near-holographic projection, an old man with a full head of white hair and a fitted suit appeared in front of Joey.
"The name 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' sounds too straightforward; we usually call ourselves 'Global Defense Agency.'"
Facing the man in the red cape, he awkwardly touched the wrinkled scar at the corner of his mouth and extended his hand to Joey:
"I am Cecil, the director of the Defense Bureau."