Butch’s drink spilled all over his friend, as the big car lurched. “Hey you nut! What’s up with you.” He shouted at the driver.
“There a fool standing in the middle of road.”
Matson leaned forward and looked ahead. “What he’s doing star gazing? Drive at him. Give the nut a scare.”
The driver gunned the gas pedal and the big car tore forward again.
“He’s not moving boss.”
“Is that a red coat he’s wearing?” Andy-boy asked.
“We’ll hit him!” Another said.
“Watch the chrome!” Butch yelled at the last moment, concerned for his expensive auto. The driver swerves. Superman jumps clear and somersaults over the speeding automobile.
“What the hell was that?” The Driver spat.
The men in the back turned around and looked out of the small rear window.
“I’ll be damned – it’s the devil himself, I swear that man - he’s chasing us.” Andy-boy spat.
“I don’t believe it.” Butch stated. Hit a leaver in the custom cabin the rear window dropped behind the seat.
“Pass me a typewriter, going to write this fella a letter.” Butch snarled.
Andy-boy opened a hidden storage box in the car’s floor, and passed his boss a Thompson submachine gun. Matson sticks the muzzle out of the rear facing opening and begins emptying the magazine at the pursuing figure.”
“Die you son of a…”
“Butch he’s not stopping!”
Matson could see Superman’s face in the light of the muzzle flash. He couldn’t believe his eyes, as the bullets even a this close range were having zero effect.
“Step on it!” Andy-boy urged their driver.
Superman grabbed the bumper of the car, sliding behind the Cadillac for a brief second before snatching the auto’s driving wheels clear of the pavement, then he began braking the speeding vehicle, his boots sliding along the road surface, bringing the sedan to an abrupt stop – while pulling the car to himself.
Superman tipped the car up further, shifting his grip he tossed the car over his head and grabbing hold of the spinning prop Superman tore the drive shaft clear. The powerless rear wheels span on steadily slowing.
Balancing the town-car and its seven occupants over his head Superman flips the vehicle over onto its side.
One hand now taking the strain his fingers sink into the body work; with the other free hand Superman tears the doors off the big sedan while shaking the auto. The gangsters fall tumbling to the ground.
Then with a nonchalant toss Superman drives the expensive limousine into the ground. Butch’s chrome crumples as the engine smashes into the empty cabin.
Superman turns to face the dishevelled, badly shaken hoodlums. They begin picking themselves up from the dirt, and the Man of Steel lets them.
Butch and Andy-boy aim their Tommy guns, the other’s draw iron; and a hail of bullets rain down.
Superman steps into it grasping the submachine guns barrels in either hand he yanks them away, crushing them out of shape, the guns become so much scrap. The gunmen stop firing as Superman takes Matson in his hands.
“What are you? You’re not human!” Butch gasped.
The Man of Tomorrow held the big man clear of the ground by his coat replies. “You’re right. I’m superhuman.
“Tell your boy’s to toss their guns, they’re harmless toys where I’m concerned, and if one of them let’s off a shot the only person they’ll hurt now is you.”
“Do it fella’s.”
“Toss them here, to me.” Superman commands.
Guns arch through the air. Superman turns, catching and crushing the remaining pistols.
“You might have me, but my people are everywhere, I’ll…”
Butch’s voice was drowned out by rushing wind, the ground vanishes beneath him. Superman powers upwards.
“Up up and away Butch.”
From Superman: The Ages of Superman United - specifically Chapter 21
