Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 415 Making Superman Bleed

Chapter 415 Making Superman Bleed

That being said, the Spider-Men did not collectively oppose Mr. Fantastic joining the team that was researching the virus and then saving Superman.

Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards is unreliable, but he is also undeniably intelligent.

From a scientific and technological perspective, he is even more accomplished than Iron Man.

The possibility of Superman being infected with the zombie virus lies here; once it is confirmed, they will have access to all available support.

This is the worst possible situation.

Tony first prepared the location and facilities, then directed his newly replaced human assistant: "Edith, call Reed Richards."

Reed was somewhat dazed and hesitant when he received the call.

The sentry just told me not to do this or that. Is this one of the things I shouldn't do?

Theoretically speaking, Superman at least saved everyone from the spread of zombies from the Sentinels, and now that he is at risk of infection, it would be unreasonable for Reed to sit idly by.

Unable to ignore it any longer, Reed stopped the sentry who was smoking in the smoking area, spitting out the cigarette butt: "Explain yourself, what shouldn't I be doing?"

The sentry, already floating on air with dazed eyes, let out a long sigh: "Phew~ Of course it's bad news~"

"Isn't it a good thing that I'm going to treat Superman?"

Reed was even more confused. Could it be considered a bad thing for him to go and help?

"Of course this isn't a bad thing. Why do you have to be so smart? So smart that sometimes you can't even distinguish between what's good and what's bad?"

Reed, being a smart man, finally understood the Sentinel's predicament when he spoke to the Human Torch earlier, and wished he could just use his rubber arm to give the Sentinel a 720° chokehold: "What else do you know? Why don't you just tell me everything?"

He hates riddle people!

"I've been through just as much as you have, Reed, and I know just as much as you do. You just need to remember not to do anything stupid that makes you seem clever, Reed."

After the sentinel, dominated by a nihilistic personality, finished speaking, he fell silent, simply indulging in a life of debauchery amidst the swirling smoke and dust.

After silently cursing him as a "son of the beach," Reed helplessly retreated into his room, lost in thought—

The invisible woman, Susan, noticed Reed's hesitant expression and, despite being pregnant herself, comforted him, saying, "Don't let him bother you. Just do what you think is right."

The Invisible Woman knew that her husband was just a somewhat dull bookworm, so what evil things could such a person do?

Seeing Susan's several-month pregnancy, Reed's previously chaotic thoughts suddenly clicked: "That's right, I can't just do nothing!"

If Superman is truly on the verge of being infected and transformed, then he must do something.

Otherwise, once the zombie virus completely infects Superman, I'm afraid no one on Earth or even in the entire universe will be able to stop him from spreading this plague of the dead.

Even if the Sentinel regains its abilities, it won't work. The battle between these two just now has proven that both sides have the ability to kill and infect each other. Sending the Sentinel to deal with Superman is basically a buy-one-get-one-free deal, which will greatly increase the difficulty of survival for the survivors.

At that time, Susan, her unborn child, her brother-in-law Thunderbolt, and her good friend The Stone will all cease to exist.

What's the point of discussing right and wrong then?

Reed calmed himself, ready to contribute his talents to healing Superman: "Edith, where is the treatment location?"

High above the clouds in New York, in a hospital room composed of layers of pure green light, resembling Russian nesting dolls, Joey lay quietly in the center of the bed.

This special building, like the previous battleground between Superman and the Sentinels, is projected from the remaining Spider-Lanterns. Though described as a "hospital room," it is in reality the most sturdy cage in the world.

The ward was still being constantly equipped with teleportation devices by the Spider-Men. If anything went wrong, they could immediately throw the facility, along with all the objects inside, into a void on the other side of the universe where there were almost no celestial bodies or matter.

"What's the point of this thing?"

Inside the cockpit of Leo Patton, containing the soul of Doctor Octopus, sat the numerous Spider-Men setting up teleporters around him, somewhat puzzled: "In outer space, a distance of 100,000 light-years might just be a breath for a Kryptonian like Superman. If you ask me, we should set the coordinates to some other universe!"

Takuya Yamashiro, Toei's Spider-Man piloting the spaceship Leopardton Marvel, originally came to help, but a giant robot is of little use in this situation.

He could only glance speechlessly at the equally useless and unscrupulous guy in the cockpit. No wonder Zhang Parker still hadn't obtained the light ring: "The method is good, but this isn't the act of a hero!"

Surrounding the hospital bed were the experts Iron Man had just mentioned, a consultation that could be described as the most top-tier experts on Earth and even in the entire universe.

In 2099, Spider-Man Miguel bravely approached Superman to observe him, even attempting to pry open the latter's eyelids to check the state of his pupils. However, after breaking three or four hydraulic crowbars materialized by the Green Lantern ring, he finally gave up.

Despite being called an expert, he felt more like a "pseudo-expert."

"What should we do?"

Superman's appearance was perfectly intact, with no signs of any disease, but no one knew whether the disease was internal.

To say they were "helpless" would be an understatement; to say they were "diagnosing and treating" was an understatement. They couldn't even begin to diagnose, let alone treat.

Radiation-based scanning instruments are all interfered with by the bio-force field, making it impossible to see the true situation inside.

The simplest way to find out about Superman's physical condition, besides scanning, is naturally to take a blood sample.

When it came to taking a blood sample, Batman initially refused 100%, because who knew that Superman's blood sample might leak out and cause huge consequences?

This is a matter of principle, and there is no room for compromise.

But with Superman showing no signs of waking up, he had to slightly change his approach: "Okay, let's do it that way! But there's still one problem: what will we use to take the blood sample?"

What kind of needle could pierce Superman's skin?

The question stunned everyone present: "You're Superman's partner, and you're asking us?"

Batman, who always has a plan, is truly out of options again this time.

The methods he used to deal with Joey were exhausted in the Ultron arc, and he hadn't had time to find new ones.

Unlike typical Kryptonians, Joey doesn't allow people he absolutely trusts to perform medical procedures under Kryptonite lamps or red sunlight.

He can no longer fully trust the people around him, and neither kryptonite nor red sunlight have any effect on him.

"etc,"

During the discussion, Tony received another call from Edith, the AI ​​inside Stark Tower, bringing news: "More trouble is coming."

James Rhodes, who came to interrogate us, had the same purpose as General Ross before: "How about we hand over the Winter Soldier?"

Even before he set off, he saw the green screen covering the entire hemisphere from an air force base hundreds of miles away.

With such a commotion, it was impossible for the higher-ups to ignore it. Rhodes was Iron Man's closest friend in the military, so this heavy responsibility fell on his shoulders: "If you could explain that green light show just now, and who Superman was fighting with, that would be even better!"

Faced with his old friend who had come to cause trouble "on orders," Tony, speaking remotely through his empty Iron Man suit, wished he could slap certain people inside the Pentagon a few times over WiFi.

"Listen, Roddy, I'm too busy right now to deal with your military and the White House's petty squabbles."

Shouting the nickname of War Machine James Rhodes, Tony pointed his friend's gaze toward his liquor cabinet: "Why can't you just take the bottle I gave you as a gift and get lost?"

War Machine knew Tony's personality and could even imagine the grumpy face on the other end of his armor, which meant there was no room for negotiation. So he stopped arguing and said, "Then I'll pick the most expensive one."

As Rod picked up the bottle and walked outside, he reminded Tony, "Tony, don't always act like this."

The fact that the military resorted to diplomacy before resorting to force was the last bit of goodwill they could offer to Tony, their long-term client.

Iron Man has caused a lot of trouble this past year, yet he's always remained independent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military's jurisdiction. The higher-ups are already fed up with him: "I don't care, but you should know that the next person to come won't be as easy to talk to as I am!"

While Tony was worrying about how to perform surgery on Superman, he remotely controlled his Iron Man suit to send out a punch that flew into Rhodes' arms.

Rhodes glanced at the detached battle glove and saw it prominently displaying the middle finger: "You can hand this thing back to them as is and tell them to go home and shit!"

If it were the old Tony Stark, he would have an entire company of employees, family, and friends, so he would care a little about his social relationships and might say some nice things to appease people when he was in a good mood.

But now that Tony Stark is Doctor Doom, he won't tolerate those military bastards no matter what his mood is like.

If it weren't for his "persona" preventing him from doing so, he would have even ordered the Iron Man Legion to be sent to Washington right now!

"&；*@#￥%！"

Tony, while spewing profanities and delivering the ultimate insults—from family trees to relatives—to the people at the White House and the Pentagon across the war machine, didn't forget to get to work.

With the help of his AI assistant Edith, he is sifting through every database he can access—from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military to anywhere in the world—in an attempt to find a weapon that matches Batman's description.

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, Batman wouldn't have revealed such crucial information: "In essence, to make Superman bleed, we need to find some powerful artifacts."

"Only a divine weapon can hurt Superman?"

The descriptions of Batman sounded utterly absurd to those who had grown up in a church-based environment: "What kind of being is Superman anyway? Some kind of Antichrist?"