Joey saw the high-energy reaction in the opponent's eyes before the beam was even fired. He simply tilted his head slightly, dodging the thick laser blast erupting from their eyes, and responded with his own heat vision.
Five-Oh's head exploded instantly under the extreme heat.
"Wait!"
Professor G instinctively wanted to call a halt to the chaos. His relationship with Vought had already become extremely delicate, and at Madelyn's suggestion, he had gathered everyone together—to ensure that in the upcoming negotiations, no one could pick them off individually and they could face the challenges as a united front.
But the situation was no longer merely "raining on a leaky roof." It was like a fragile house colliding with a massive hammer.
Every member of the Seven, except for the Deep, was a top level supe. Any conflict with one of them would cost the G-Men dearly…
The Devine placed his hands on Professor G's shoulders, guiding the man backward: "Old man, now's not the time to calculate losses!"
Before Five-Oh's head exploded, there might still have been room for negotiation. Now, it was a fight to the death.
"Kill him!"
Ground Hawk at the front row roared, while Europo had already teleported behind Joey moments earlier, claws soaked in blood reaching for the back of his head. A spear of forst formed in Cold Snap's hand, attempting to freeze Joey.
Almost all the G-Men attacked Joey lethally, except for the newest members in recent years.
The Devine did not participate. His telepathy and flight were elegant abilities, unsuitable for such filthy work.
He merely carried Professor G backward. He didn't think Joey could survive such an assault—but these were all supes. The Seven were strong, but not strong enough to face one hundred different supes.
Joey had already heard the sounds behind him. He didn't even look back. A simple backward elbow struck Europo squarely in the face, shattering half his skull in a single blow.
Fragments of bone and splattered blood stained Joey's red cape. Another life was gone, but Joey grew increasingly calm, choosing to descend from the air and stand firmly on the ground.
"You rascal!"
Ground Hawk, a poor imitation of Wolverine, leapt at Joey with inhuman speed, swinging his hammer toward Joey's temple.
Joey shaped his palm into a blade, instantly cutting Ground Hawk's dual hammers in half. Along with them, Ground Hawk's shoulder and head were cleaved as well.
The flying limbs and severed neck sprayed blood across the golden S emblem on Joey's chest.
Joey's senses expanded again. He could now see how adrenaline surged through these people as their hearts overloaded, how the nervous signals flowed through their bodies like glowing circuits in anticipation of a strike.
Meanwhile, Critter had already rushed forward, displaying agility far beyond his large, furry body. He opened his jaws to bite.
In the first 0.2 seconds of the fight, Joey had already considered how he would handle these scum.
His eyes could shoot lasers. The friction from his full-speed flight could ignite the atmosphere. The soundwaves from a clap of his hands could shatter mountains. He could lift the Earth without a fulcrum.
He could roast their brains with heat vision outside the atmosphere, or pluck all their hearts out in a second like a speedster. He could even bring down an asteroid to turn the estate into a hundred-meter-wide crater.
Joey threw a straight punch, shattering the fangs of the Chewbacca-like beast. His punch continued through the mouth, smashing its skull completely through.
Yet at the moment, Joey chose to fight like a street thug, throwing punches at its face.
No other reason—just because it felt good.
He withdrew his fist. Critter, with most of its brain destroyed, howled through the broken mouth. Its superhuman vitality made the suffering worse.
Joey extended his hand again, crushing the top half of its skull. Brain matter and blood completely covered the base of his uniform.
Joey had never been a killer by nature.
But now his heartbeat accelerated with excitement. Every cell in his body rejoiced, fuller than standing in direct sunlight—his Kryptonian physiology seemed made for this.
A man with skin pocked and scarred like severe burns charged forward—this was Flamer from the G-Force.
His supersonic rush only brought his neck into Joey's grasp. Struggling to breathe, Flamer could only wrap his arms around the enemy, igniting his body in flames.
The fire raged, but it burned his own skin first. It posed no threat to Joey.
If his past life, moving through battlefields, taught him anything, it was this: life is fragile.
Joey blew gently, freezing Flamer mid-burn into an ice sculpture.
A two-meter-tall Stacker swung a steel-and-concrete beam at him, smashing the ice sculpture to pieces.
Joey remained unmoved. With a flick of his right hand, he pushed the beam aside. Its inertia caused Stacker to stumble, collapsing atop the concrete.
Joey's heat vision targeted the reinforced titanium frame of Stacker. In less than a second, it melted into liquid, merging physically with the concrete.
Next, G-style's The Reptilian and Pit Stop charged, shouting about bonds and friendship, seeking revenge for the death of their fallen comrade, King Helmet.
The Reptilian took advantage of Joey melting Stacker and leapt onto Joey's neck, trying to bring him down.
Seeing this, Pit Stop suddendly turned and ran wildly in the opposite direction away from Joey.
Two straight beams of heat vision sliced Pit Stop and a few others in half. Joey shook his shoulder, and the force rippled through the Reptilian, pulverizing its insides in an instant.
Even young Clark Kent may have burned through his roof as a child, accidentally smashed the attic on first flight, or flipped tons of heavy machinery—but Joey had never lost control as a child.
He always knew this was a fragile world. One slip could cause irreparable damage.
A blonde male with white wings and a red-haired female with massive bat wings hurled swords and spears. Joey caught each weapon and returned them to their owners.
The two sky-bound birds fell like broken kites. All flying G-Men chose to land temporarily.
From Ground Hawk's roar signaling the attack to the sky becoming a no-fly zone, less than a minute had passed.
Even restrained, Joey executed deadly precision.
The G-Men were not like heroes in other universes, surviving world-ending crises through friendship, courage, and resilience. They were just ordinary people with powers—lacking both resilience and bravery.
"Surrender! We surrender!!!!"
Cold Snap, tossing ice spikes in the back, realized after witnessing Joey slaughter his comrades that the outcome of continuing this battle was obvious.
At this life-or-death moment, his frozen head finally pieced together the earlier words exchanged. Desperate, he spoke:
"Superman! The girl you asked about—tall, blonde, telekinetic? She's fine! Absolutely fine! No one did anything to her! The girl you were looking for left last night after injuring Five-Oh!"
"Lies!"
Blood-soaked, Joey instantly snapped Cold Wave's neck.
Cold Wave's words were full of contradiction. They hadn't done anything—so why did Laurie get into conflict and escape?
The other G-Men finally realized the nature of this conflict—they had never intended to let him go.
"Y-You fucking demon!"
The normally timid members were now united by the deaths of their companions. They summoned courage to fight for survival:
"You're only one person! We, the G-Men, are the bravest heroes. We'll kill you and survive!"
When Godolkin abused them as children, courage only invited death.
As adults, becoming formal G-Men, the decadence of the role stifled their bravery.
As core members, joining Godolkin in abusing new children, courage became a luxury for such cowards.
"Don't you think your courage came far too late?!"
Joey's attention was absolute, his senses covering the entire estate.
He had tried—he could not be a Superman who treated the world gently.
But he could use his powers to ensure evil was eradicated.