Chapter 48 Hope

"What?" When he heard the order from the headquarters, James Jerome could hardly believe his ears and asked subconsciously.

So it was repeated on the communication channel, and every word was cold and clear: "The characteristics of the target, wearing blue tights and red cloak. It has been confirmed that the target is highly dangerous, and the use of destructive weapons is allowed, over."

James was stunned. He didn't know what his specific mission goals were until now. He was a soldier, and it was his duty to obey orders. He is like a sharp sword belonging to the government, and he must stab wherever his superiors swing it, no matter how reluctantly.

The blue figure listed as the target is now confronting the giant alien on the opposite side, standing motionless among the messy ruins, making him very easy to target. But when James' thumb rested on the missile launch button, the little button was so heavy that he felt like he couldn't press it anyway.

The two fighter jets he partnered with flew over the battle situation side by side. He was the team in charge of the operation on the scene, and both comrades in arms were waiting for his instructions.

He stared at the two facing each other below, hesitated for a while, and finally decided. He lifted the safety lock of the air-to-surface missile, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Now, all units, listen to my command..."

As the three fighter jets passed low above the two of them, Mungo looked up at them with a quirky smile and then said to Jay, "You know what's the most ironic thing, kid? That's what you do for the humans of this planet. And they don't appreciate it at all. Believe it or not, these three fighters will hit you in a minute."

Jay also looked up at the fighter plane passing by in the air and could not help but grit his teeth. Mungo now has unimaginable power in his hands, so it looks like he can't count on these fighters to help him.

After they flew over the heads of the two, if they turned their heads as Mungo said, they were like three light swallows. They lowered their noses and aimed downwards like eagles of prey. Under each plane, two missiles detached from their towers sharply pulled out a dazzling line of fire, and swooped down. The three planes that dropped the missiles neatly increased their altitude and pulled back into the air.

Mungo watched with a smug smile as three pairs of six missiles flew at high speed, with a sharp sound that ripped through the air. He looked at Jay sarcastically as if to show off his victory.

Then the six missiles exploded together on his smiling face.

The intense fire light was released instantly, and Meng Ge was caught off guard. The vast body burst out of the firelight, dragging a long string of thick smoke with flames through the layers of buildings and walls, embarrassed. His appearance was in stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

James pulled up his beloved fighter at high speed, laughing and scolding himself: "Damn, this is fun."

The communication channel from the headquarters unsurprisingly asked him what he was doing, and James sim off the communication. He ripped off the respirator on his face while the fighter plane was spinning, gave the figure with a flying cape a thumbs up, and shouted against the roar of engines roar, his ass hard, Superman!"

The site humming engine almost swallowed up the sound Jay heard it. He nodded gratefully to the pilot, and his eyes returned to Mungo, who was crawling out in dismay.

Mungo gritted his teeth and stared at the three fighter jets swirling in the air, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, and it appeared that he was not very comfortable with the embarrassment of being slapped in the face by the speed of light. Jay flew up before he had time to attack the fighter, and his fist sent him flying more than ten meters.

"You're wrong, Mungo." Jay shouted, striding towards Mungo, who was knocked to the ground, "You say that humans want to be ruled by you, and these people are living counterexamples. Hope is the latter, and many more people on this planet believe in hope. All they need is a reminder that hope is always there."

Before Mungo could stand still, he roared and threw a punch at him again, which was held by Jay with one hand. At the same time, his free right hand slammed into Mungo's face with all his strength, making him fly again. The body scratched long cracks in the outer wall of a building, and masonry and debris flew like waves.

"Get off our planet," Jay said coldly.

"Enough!" Mungo got up angrily and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared viciously at the figure floating in front of him, the dazzling "S" seemed to have merged with the original Superman, and all the resentment and resentment against that Superman all came to his heart at this moment.

"Your actions have challenged the boundaries of my anger, Kryptonian kid. And you will regret it!"

He's not kidding. When Jay saw that Mungo had pulled out a finely diced, fluorescent green dagger was about to start cursing.

A kryptonite dagger, this guy is well prepared.

The particles emitted from the Federal Government Building have condensed to a level visible to the naked eye. The iron-black building had turned into a launch tower, and the cyan light beams soared into the sky, straight into the sky, and tore apart the atmosphere.

People in better observation positions on the earth can already see the abnormality in the sky; an incomparably substantial dark shadow is gradually approaching the land from the crack, the cosmic fortress "war world" full of destructive weapons. Once it successfully comes to the outer layer of the earth, then Mungo will have the military power that can wipe out any city on the planet or even the world itself at any time. At that time, he no longer needs to hide behind the scenes but can openly threaten with his strength. Conquer the world.

At this time, the government's defected agent Huntress is trying to prevent this from happening in the federal government building.

Helena thinks this must be the most challenging infiltration mission ever. The aliens in the government building are not only very durable and physically ahead of human beings, but the most troublesome thing is that their ears are susceptible. When Helena drilled the ventilation pipe, they could hear cloaks and metal plates rubbing.

While walking around the complex corridors with these aliens, she sent a communication request to the oracle. Thankfully, Barbara didn't take long to answer the communication.

"Helena?"

"Ah! Thank God you picked it up!" Helena was kicking an alien in a suit into the elevator shaft as she spoke, "Listen, I need your help very much right now, the kind that destroys the world. level!"

Barbara was at a loss: "Speak slowly, Helena, in the end... is that gunshot over your side?"

"Well, I'm working on a bunch of alien agents," Helena said, smashing another alien's head into the wall, adding, "It doesn't matter; what matters is that a hazardous program has been hacked. It's activated here, and I'm probably the only one who has a chance to turn it off. Can you help me?"

"Help you? How?" Barbara asked. "If you want me to hack into the World Federation's system, I don't think that's possible."

"What if I could manually access their main server? Can you do it through my terminal?"

"Well...maybe, I've never tried that," Barbara asked. "But what are you going to do? You know that server is housed in a building with some of the best security in the world, right?"

"I know, I'm in there," Helena was already standing on the edge of a platform when she said this. Twenty meters below was a huge fan spinning rapidly, which was the cooling exhaust fan of the central server.

"...and I was about to jump into the mainframe."