Chapter 63 The Return of Superman?

Jay had never seen the real Superman in person before and had only seen his face in the plethora of photos and videos — oh, that means excluding the comics he'd seen before.

The fluttering red cloak, the resolute face, and the mountain-like body reveal a suffocating and pressing aura. This legend has the most far-reaching impact on the metropolis and even the world - Superman.

Different from what Jay imagined, compared to the son of tomorrow whose brilliance was almost blinding in the rumors, the man in front of him gave people more of an aloof coldness. His severe and dignified expression is like a knife, and his blue eyes radiate a cold light that seems to be able to penetrate the depths of a person's heart, like a god without a trace of human emotion.

But Kara recognized him and asked in surprise, covering her mouth: "Superman, is that you?"

"It's me, Kara." He turned his head and replied lightly as if to prove the authenticity of his identity. Maybe he's just too annoyed by the unforgivable behavior of the terrorists to be so inhumane, Jay thought to himself.

But Superman disappeared for six years! Where has he been all this time? Why is it that the public and even his closest relatives and best friends know that he is alive?

Faced with this unexpected god-like guest, Varadon's heart beat faster, and Jay could see his adrenaline pumping out of control, which betrayed his forced composure and proved that he was in the face of Superman. Fear and tension from the deepest heart.

Superman took a step forward and stood face to face in front of this man. Varadon was half a head lower than him and had to look up at the tip of his nose. He felt that if he continued to be silent, he might be defeated by the other party's momentum first, so he chose to speak up.

"Superman, huh?" he hummed, "so you didn't die."

Superman stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

"So what do you want? Arrest me? Please," Varadon said coldly. "But you know, that doesn't stop me from continuing to strive for lofty goals."

"Yes, that can't be."

When Superman uttered this short sentence in a low voice about to drip, Jay had a faint suspicion that something was wrong, and the premonition was fulfilled in the next second. Superman's right hand stretched out like lightning, and his five fingers squeezed Varadon's bearded chin, lifting him off the ground, and his feet in military boots kicked in the air weakly.

The soldiers exclaimed, but no one dared to step forward to stop them. Carla called out "Carl" in surprise, but Superman ignored it completely, looking straight into Varadon's eyes as if to penetrate his soul.

"No, no more, the next innocent person dies." He said each word.

The thermal vision beam roared out in the exclamations of everyone, and even the fastest man in the world could not stop it from such a close distance. The high-temperature rays engulfed Vardon's eyes, and his head was burned into a charred black skull in an instant too short for ordinary people to respond. Until the end of the thermal vision, the carbon-black crown was still rising with smoke.

Everyone was stunned. This scene was not so easy for anyone to digest. The numerous camp was so silent for a while that there was only the bleak sound of the wind and hundreds of chaotic and rapid heartbeats to Kryptonian hearing.

The hot red energy gradually faded from Superman's eyes, and he threw the dead terrorist leader aside with a blank face, like stepping on an ant with a boot.

Then, before everyone returned to God, he rushed into the sky with a loud "bang" without looking back. Thick smoke obscured the sky again, and the blue afterimage soon disappeared into the clouds.

Zeto Varadon is dead.

Maybe the news of modern society is a kind of creature with wings. This news spread all over the world in an instant, and everyone knows it. This is good news, at least for most people in the US, the state of high alert was lifted after this information was proven true, and people could sleep peacefully again.

But then the news spread out from nowhere, saying that Superman - the real Superman - had risen from the dead and killed this extreme terrorist leader.

If it was just encouraging and pure good news, this subsequent message has the whole world blown up. Everyone quickly fell into an endless debate about whether "Superman was resurrected and started to use unscrupulous means". Almost all politicians in the world fell into a high degree of panic, the last thing they wanted to see. The thing is that an alien who can cover the sky begins to interfere with their divine power.

In the first two days, many people thought this might just be a groundless rumor, but the "Superman" who emerged from the grave two days later quickly proved it true with their actions. Within two days, Superman appeared on many battlefields with constant disputes worldwide. Whether terrorists or invaders from other countries, all forces threatening civilians' lives received a heavy blow from Superman. He even sent messages from soldiers on the battlefield. He sent a letter to the leaders of some countries, threatening that if they still did not retreat, the next person Superman would visit might be their national capital.

Compared with the shock of "Superman, who disappeared for six years, suddenly resurrected", it is evident that what he has done in these two days has attracted more attention worldwide. This is something that Superman has never done in the past so many years. It is not only about saving people but also participating in the world's political structure as an individual force. The entire world of politics is in panic as if a sharp blade called "Superman" hangs over the top of every country's head, which is unacceptable to them.

Even among the public, there are mixed opinions about it. An aunt interviewed on the streets of New York said: "I don't care about politics, and I don't know any esoteric truth. I know that when the government and the United Nations are doing nothing in the face of terrorist threats, it is Superman who takes us. Everyone was rescued from danger, so I don't see anything complicated here, and my family and I are willing to vote for him."

In a TV interview, a best-selling author said in front of the camera: "Superman's approach is full of controversy. I don't think it is acceptable. He is participating in complex international issues of his own will. Now we even find him ditching the moral code he used to bind him. So if the law can't bind Superman, who can?"

"But maybe he simplifies the originally complex international issues; maybe it's just us who complicate things." Someone on the TV set dialectically defended his point of view, "Perhaps Superman just finally discovered what he should have done in the morning; maybe This is the original intention of God to arrange him into the world."

The argument went on for two full days in every corner of the world, but it was an argument that could never be concluded. The protagonist of the topic, this "Superman" who came back from the dead, is breaking through the atmosphere at supersonic speed, flying into the dark and empty space of the universe, closing his eyes, and enjoying the sunlight from the horizon.

The flying cloak seemed to be fixed in a lightweight vacuum. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the blue planet in front of him with deep love. She is beautiful, like a pearl floating in this dark and boundless universe, beautiful but fragile.

His bright blue eyes could see all the corners of this beautiful planet; every cannon shot, and cry seemed to echo in his ears, clear and loud.

So he can hear all the arguments in the world and dissenting voices, but he doesn't care.

He wants to protect the planet he loves.