novelnext Chapter 351 Bro thought it was a movie.
Chapter 351 Bro thought it was a movie.
Chapter 351 Bro thought it was a movie.
Clark stopped because he saw four Terminators: three T-600s guarding a T-1. Humanoid Terminators would actively protect an outdated model like the T-1, and such a team was a nightmare for those wanderers.
Although the T-1 was an outdated model, its larger size allowed it to carry more weapons, making it far more lethal than humanoid robots in open terrain. While its outdated sensors made target identification less accurate, the T-600 compensated for this.
Unfortunately, such a team encountered Clark as their enemy.
"Something's coming. Hide behind me," he whispered to Lana. Lana was very obedient, and the next moment she understood why Clark was so wary.
The clicking sounds of mechanical joints and the whistling of tracks growing louder and louder, and soon, several figures appeared in the distance.
"What is that?"
Clark turned his head. "Those are the robots I told you about before. The people here call them Terminators. See those three humanoid robots?"
Lana nodded cautiously, infected by Clark's emotions, and a sense of panic began to rise within her as well.
She was just a high school student, living in the early 21st century. At that time, Americans were generally wary of robots because of movies, worried that uncontrolled artificial intelligence would threaten human survival. Lana was no exception, especially since she didn't know how strong Clark's superpowers were.
Clark continued in a low voice, "Those robots are T-600s. They were designed to disguise themselves as humans. They're covered in a layer of synthetic latex, and some resistance fighters and survivors can be fooled if they're not careful. And that tank is a T-1. It has Gatling guns mounted on its arms, capable of firing many bullets per minute!"
Good heavens! Lana believed Clark's words. She looked at the boy, her eyes sparkling. So he had been fighting such a terrible enemy all along.
Clark was overjoyed to be stared at like that. He waited patiently for a while, basking in the other's adoring gaze, before continuing, "Watch closely!"
He took off immediately. Lana was shocked by Clark's actions. She tried to grab him, but Clark was much faster than she had imagined and she couldn't catch up at all.
Then, Clark accelerated instantly in mid-air, and with a boom, rushed towards the group of Terminators at supersonic speed.
"High-speed target confirmed: Humans, priority—"
Before the Terminator could finish speaking, he was punched in the chest, the metal instantly dented, sparks crackled out, and he was sent flying backward.
The T-1 tried to aim and fire, but all its bullets were guided by Clark to the other two T-600s that were still there. Robots, especially outdated models like the T-1, do not have the ability to distinguish friend from foe, let alone need to.
In Brainiac and Skynet's eyes, the Terminator was just a bunch of machines; once they died, they were gone, and could be recycled and remanufactured. As for equipping a T-1 with sensors for IFF (Identification Friend or Foe)?
This is much more expensive than building several more T-1 production lines.
A Gatling gun capable of firing 3000 depleted uranium rounds per minute can destroy a Terminator in just three seconds. After killing its own teammates, this tank-like Terminator also met its end.
Superman punched again, easily breaking through the T-1's outer armor. Even with its heavily reinforced armor, the Terminator was completely unable to resist the powerful Superman. The broken wires were exposed, sparks flew, and after its power source was destroyed, the T-1 completely lost power and lay paralyzed on the ground.
"Come here!" Clark shouted, and Lana immediately ran over from a distance.
Are you alright?
Clark struck a smug pose. "It's okay, don't worry! I've killed tons of Terminators already!"
But contrary to Clark's expectations, after confirming that she was really not injured, Lana still angrily scolded him. Wait a minute! Shouldn't Lana have jumped into his arms and excitedly given him a kiss?
With this question in mind, Clark scratched his head. After thinking for a while, he finally came to a conclusion: perhaps he was too fast in dealing with the Terminator, and Lana did not see his movements clearly.
Next time, slow down a bit, just let Lana see your cool moves.
Clark thought to himself that his superhuman intelligence seemed not to have fully developed yet, which could perhaps be blamed on Rune, since Rune had always been the one who used his brain, while Superman only needed to listen to Rune and fight whoever he wanted.
After scolding Clark, Lana curiously approached and observed the mechanical wreckage. Even though it was severely damaged, the skull-like metal heads were still terrifying.
"That's terrifying. Do the people here have superpowers like you?"
Clark nodded: "Before, only a small number of people had superpowers, but now it's different."
Lana looked at Clark with a puzzled expression, and Clark immediately explained, "People in this world can gain superpowers through a drug, but a long time ago, this drug was monopolized."
Lana spat, "I knew it! Those damn companies always sacrifice the well-being of all humanity for maximum profit!"
Clark couldn't agree more. He acted as if he didn't have a capitalist friend like Luther, and spat along with him. "But recently, Rune and I took down the mastermind, and for the safety of others, now everyone in the world can get this drug and gain superpowers."
At this point, Clark asked, "Lana, do you want to have superpowers?"
Lana was silent for a moment, somewhat intrigued, and then asked, "Does this kind of medicine you're talking about have any side effects?"
Clark blinked. "I've heard that it used to exist, and the mortality rate was quite high. Now, although there may be side effects such as changing appearance, the mortality rate has been reduced to almost zero."
After hesitating for a moment, Lana finally shook her head and refused to gain superpowers.
Although she didn't experience the witch possession, becoming the insect queen, or being affected by a meteorite like in the original story, and her impression of superpowers wasn't bad, she still disliked the potential side effect of changing her appearance.
"Okay." Clark nodded, showing no outward reaction, but inwardly he felt a little disappointed.
He also imagined, like in comics and cartoons, helping ordinary people in other worlds together. These little secrets shared between two people often quickly bring them closer.