The Submission of Amazons!

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening sound of gunfire.

Under the sunlight, a figure appeared to have a body made of steel, bullets hitting him bounced off, not even able to pierce his clothes.

The sound echoed between the walls and the ground, forming a clear picture in Clark's mind. He smiled with shining white teeth and looked at the group of robbers.

"Gentlemen, I have a good proposal for you.

Stop wasting bullets and put down your guns and surrender.

This way, I can also prevent you from getting hurt."

Several robbers wearing animal masks froze in shock, rubbing their eyes in disbelief, wondering if they were hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could bullets that can make holes in concrete fail to even break his clothes?

"What is this? Am I having a hallucination?"

"We should not have drunk last night."

"Shut up idiots. Freak, you come and try this."

The leader with a monkey mask turned and scolded angrily, trying to maintain composure, and with a ruthless look in his eyes, he lifted an RPG to fire at the monster-like figure.

Sizzle!

The rocket with a white tail streaked toward Clark.

Clark's ears twitched, and he dodged, holding it quickly and unbothered by the rocket's scorching heat.

The rocket seemed trapped, unable to escape, its tail continually spewing fuel, but it was difficult to escape.

Within the range behind him was an office building, and Clark redirected the rocket to shoot upward, sending it soaring into the sky.

To avoid it falling vertically and injuring civilians, he shot heat vision at it, causing the rocket to explode, then turned to look at the gang of thugs.

"Monster!"

This guy shot lasers from his eyes! Leaving the gangsters so shocked that they couldn't speak, and they turned around and fled in fear.

Clark moved swiftly, knocking down a few of the thugs and rescuing the unconscious policewoman. He found a rope to tie up the captured gangsters and ensured the female cop was okay.

He took a deep breath, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled.

Hiding his identity, being a vigilante, and using his powers to help those in need didn't seem to be a bad idea.

He turned and looked at the sun.

Clark's gaze was determined as he leaped into the distance, and he heard the others needing his help.

Click!

A shutter sound came from beneath the city streets.

He instinctively looked in the direction of the shutter but remembered that he was blind.

He could only hear that two people were standing together, one with a slightly stronger heartbeat and male, and the other with a slightly slower heartbeat, female.

Well, this woman seemed to be tall, judging by the horizontal level of her breathing, at least 1.7 meters tall.

Effortlessly leaping between buildings like a bird, Clark rushed off into the distance.

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"What is this, Lois?"

In the editor-in-chief's office at the Daily Planet, the middle-aged editor with graying temples, Mr. White, put down his coffee cup and stared at the photo in his hand for a moment.

It was an image of a figure leaping between buildings more than ten meters apart, casting a tall shadow under the golden hue of sunlight, with a red cape fluttering behind him.

"My discovery and the subsequent investigative report."

In front of the desk, a fashionable urban beauty in work clothes, confident and sharp with the habitual aggression of a reporter, spoke.

She was none other than Lois Lane, a well-known journalist who had won several awards in her few years in the news industry.

"No matter where you got this insider information.

There's nothing worth digging into; it's just a photoshopped picture."

Putting down the photo, Perry White, the editor-in-chief, shook his head at the serious-looking female journalist.

"This photo was taken by Jimmy, and I was there too."

"Alright, maybe it's just an adventurous young man looking for death and excitement by leaping between skyscrapers using a springboard. I think this should be a concern for the community police, not you, my top reporter. Give me something sensational."

Picking up the photo and looking at it again before setting it down, White seemed somewhat unsatisfied. In the past, Lois Lane's articles had always boosted the Daily Planet's weekly sales.

"This isn't the first time, White."

Lois crossed her arms and shook her head.

"Some people have repeatedly witnessed mysterious superpowered individuals in the central and western parts of Kansas. I've decided to take it as my follow-up report for the next period of time."

"These are all rumors without any real evidence."

White wanted to remind Lois that news should prioritize authenticity, and reports should not be based on mere speculation.

"But now there's evidence."

She pulled out a stack of photos and placed them on the table.

Traces of bullet holes, flattened shell casings, and rocket fragments falling from the sky.

"According to more than one eyewitness, this person was on the courthouse roof, facing several armed criminals, preventing a kidnapping and possibly a murder. He has a body as strong as steel, can jump dozens of meters high with ease, and move as fast as the wind..."

A powerful superpowered individual roaming and fighting crime in the metropolis, and surprisingly, not wearing a mask. Lois looked at the first photo again, showing just half of the person's face.

Excitement sparkled in Lois's eyes; her reporter's intuition told her this was a big story, and this person would soon spread throughout the city, becoming the most famous figure.

And she would be the one to get a first-hand report from this super vigilante.

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"Raise your leg higher, yes, even higher."

Elegant and melodious music played in the ancient palace on Themyscira.

David sat in the hall, propped his chin, with keen interest as he looked down at the courtyard outside that was originally used for military parades.

A group of brave and skilled female Amazon warriors wore tutus (ballet skirts), stretching their bodies as hard as possible, attempting to perform swan-like movements with great effort that should not have appeared on the big screen of this ancient island.

It's just that these swans were accustomed to holding swords and bows and were undoubtedly a bit clumsy.

David seemed to not notice the resentful eyes cast at him. He only paid attention to those beautiful emotional points flickering like waterfalls.

When David and Diana returned to Paradise Island, Hippolyta had a bad premonition.

When Diana said that she saw David killing Ares, the God of War, shock and uproar spread throughout the Amazons.

"That outsider actually accomplished the feat of deicide.

Is it really true, Princess?"

Among the swans in white dance dresses, a tall and striking figure stood out from the beautiful crowd, and was especially eye-catching,

It was the lead dancer chosen by David, the King of Amazons—Diana.

Diana wore a somewhat awkward expression, dressed in embarrassing clothes, and struggled to perform unfamiliar graceful movements, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Since her return to Paradise Island, she had heard this kind of doubt countless times, and now another tribe member had approached her during dancing practice and asked the same question.

"It's true."

Diana could only respond, looking at the man who had achieved an impossible feat.

Thinking of what happened before…

No one in the Amazons believed that a mortal could slay a god, especially her mother, Hippolyta, who looked at David suspiciously, and even proposed using the Lasso of Truth to verify if her daughter was being controlled.

But the results surprised everyone; what Diana said was true!

"Now you, The Amazon tribe, who has a history reaching thousands of years and boasts millennia-long unbroken tradition, must choose between breaking their word and being erased by me from the world? Or you will obey the agreement and accept me as your king?"

As David sat on the throne, his eyes were deep, overlooking the crowd, he presented the Amazon tribe with their final choice.

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