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Chapter 145 Eighteen Levels of Hell

'What's going on? Why am I lying here? ' Clark got up from the ground with a confused look on his face.

The other Kryptonians also looked at the big man in front of them in surprise, thinking that this guy had teleported over.

It was Zod who reacted first, stepped forward and asked directly: "Are you Kal-El? The Kryptonian who came to Earth more than 30 years ago."

"Yes, but my name here is Clark Kent." Clark nodded.

"To be assimilated by the natives of this civilization..." Zod's eyes began to look a little disgusting, feeling that the other party was not pure.

"Now that everyone is here, let me arrange your tasks." John said: "After I conquer this planet, you guys will stay here and don't wander around casually."

He still felt a little uncomfortable with this group of guys who had clairvoyant eyes. Wasn't that why he had his eyes gouged out because of this?

Since they have clairvoyance, these people should just stay in this world and never leave.

"Rule the planet? How do you want to rule?" Clark asked.

"Of course, whoever resists me will be killed. How can I rule?" John asked rhetorically.

"This..." Looking at the group of guys in front of him who were so vicious that they didn't look like good people, Clark began to seriously think about the very serious question of whether he could defeat them.

"There is still more than an hour before the agreed time. I think we need to find something to do." John knocked his head and said, "Why don't we go to Gotham City."

"Gotham?" Clark was stunned for a moment, having heard about the reputation of that city.

"Yes, I have heard about that place for a long time. I heard that the criminals in that city are the most arrogant, so I want to compete with them to see who is more arrogant." John grinned and said: "Especially that kid named the Clown, I want to Beat them severely."

"Yes, go there and purify the city severely." John slapped Clark on the forehead and made this decision: "Now everyone, follow me."

After saying that, John took off directly. In order to take care of these Kryptonians, he slowly flew towards Gotham at twenty times the speed of sound, leaving everyone in a daze.

"Has... His Majesty always been thinking like this?" Zod looked at the Holy Lord.

"What do you know? Your Majesty is so strong, why are you still restrained like other people? Of course you can do whatever you want, and do whatever you want." The Holy Lord snorted coldly, then took off and followed John.

Ten minutes later, thousands of people were parked above Gotham City openly. As long as the citizens of Gotham below were not blind, they could see dense numbers of people floating in the sky when they raised their heads.

'What are these guys doing in Gotham? 'Bruce Wayne looked up at the Kryptonian army in the distance in the villa, feeling a little bad, feeling that nothing good would happen next.

"Next, I'm going to talk about the rules of the game." In the sky, John held up the U.S. Constitution at some point and said: "These are the rules of the game. I give you a few seconds to memorize the entire book, and then you can start the game. .”

"In this city below, anyone who has committed a crime that reaches life imprisonment will be dragged to the square below. I will give you three minutes. You must hurry up."

After John finished speaking, he threw away the thick copy of the U.S. Constitution in his hand.

The book was still in the air, and was immediately torn open by the pages by Zod and others. They passed the pages to each other and memorized the contents of each page in a few seconds. After memorizing the contents of each page, they immediately flew towards the city below. go.At this moment, Gotham City seemed to have been stabbed by a hornet's nest. Thousands of Kryptonians imitated John's original idea, first ran to the prison and the police station, and ransacked the entire city's criminal database.

Then they compared the looks of the prisoners in the prison, picked out all the guys who deserved life imprisonment, and threw them into the square one by one.

After doing this, they started arresting people while comparing their faces with the photos in the database.

After all, the criminals in Gotham City are of extremely high quality. Even the most capable criminals cannot be trapped in the prison, and most of them have escaped, so there are only small heads in the prison.

These thousands of Kryptonians were uniformly running around the streets of Gotham City in an orderly manner, and one criminal after another was caught by them and thrown into the square.

Soon, the entire square was filled with tens of thousands of criminals, all of whom were serving life sentences.

"They worked so hard, I have to prepare something." John said softly, and then disappeared in the next moment.

Three minutes later, tens of thousands of prisoners serving at least life sentences were neatly tied up at the hands and feet, their mouths covered and thrown into the square. Most of them looked around in panic, but only a few could keep their expressions on their faces.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" John looked at the essence of this city and couldn't help but marveled. Then he looked at the Holy Lord and said, "I will use your healing ability later."

"No problem, Your Majesty." The Holy Master nodded.

"You all remember their crimes." John looked at the Kryptonians, and they all nodded naturally. After all, each person has a super brain.

"Then follow the method of the eighteen levels of hell and use it on them according to the things they have committed." John said, the Kryptonian looked ignorant, and the Holy Lord's face changed a little.

"The first is the tongue-pulling hell! Those who sow discord, slander and harm others, are glib, glib, and lie will all be sent to the tongue-pulling hell. Their tongues will be pulled out directly with iron pliers, and then let the Holy Lord Heal, repeat.”

John smiled, throwing out a bunch of pliers, and a slight discomfort finally appeared on the Kryptonian's face.

"The second level of scissors hell, those who have ever forced other people to act obscenely will have their fingers cut off with scissors."

"The third level is Iron Tree Hell..."

John spoke lightly, and the more he spoke, the uglier the faces of these Kryptonians became. After all, they were responsible for all these punishments.

By the time they finished talking about the Eighteen Levels of Hell, these Kryptonians were already disgusted by the cruel punishment, and the Holy Master's face was even more ugly. After all, he had to use the Horse Talisman to follow them all the way.

"Why are you still standing there? Start increasing the intensity of these criminals. Everyone must try hell's torture for at least 10 minutes. If some people have committed multiple crimes, then experience 10 minutes for each crime." John urged.

At his request, these Kryptonians could only reluctantly pick up their own props and work.

The next moment, painful screams immediately came from the mouths of these life-imprisoned criminals, and at the same time, the strong smell of blood wafted far and wide in the breeze.

(End of this chapter)