Superman

NORAD.

Headquarters.

This is a temporary operations center used for round-the-clock observation of the giant spacecraft.

Once General Zod takes any action, the message will be sent out from here, and the armies of various countries will be quickly notified, and then a response will be made.

Just two minutes ago, an American soldier seemed to have discovered something and shouted loudly: "The satellite detected an unidentified flying object. It came out of an alien spacecraft!"

"Zoom in, I need a clearer image."

General Swanwick, who was sitting at the headquarters, said in a deep voice.

He is the top commander of the North American Aerospace Defense Command and a well-known hawkish general in the Pentagon.

Whether it was Superman or Zod who made public threats, the black general didn't like him at all.

Swanwick believed that these outsiders had bad intentions and were like a time bomb that could explode at any time, full of dangers.

This is also a common view of the military.

Most of the big guys in the military have experienced the Cold War and have deep psychological shadows.

Even if there is no Superman, there is no General Zod.

The hawks in the Pentagon will also look for imaginary enemies of the United States all over the world like they are being persecuted and paranoid.

"It's a suspicious aircraft!"

American soldiers enlarged the images captured by the satellite and projected them on the screen.

The alien aircraft was shaped like an arthropod insect and was extremely fast.

It's like a blurry afterimage that makes it difficult to see clearly.

"Where is it aimed at?"

General Swanwick frowned.

The twenty-four-hour deadline has not yet reached, but Zod has sent an aircraft. What is he going to do?

"Kansas!"

said the American soldier.

"The aircraft was flying over Kansas at a speed of 380 knots. They did not respond to our calls and ignored our warnings."

General Swanwick breathed a sigh of relief at first. The aircraft was not headed for Metropolis or Washington, DC.

Then the dark face became darker.

Without the permission of any country, and without any legitimate reasons, these guys broke into the airspace of the United States. They simply have no moral ethics and go too far to bully others.

General Swanwick picked up the phone at hand and dialed the Pentagon's encrypted channel. He decided to give these unscrupulous alien visitors some color.

"This is the North American Aerospace Defense Command, today's code is 'Trident'."

"A suspicious aircraft broke into Kansas with the intention of infringing on the personal safety of local residents. I need to mobilize a fighter group to carry out fire strikes."

"Remember! The target is extremely dangerous! Once discovered, destructive violence must be implemented. You must not take it lightly!"

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Clark, who was far away in a small town in Kansas, did not know for the time being that a Kryptonian spacecraft was on its way.

He was holding an ax, like a real farmer, chopping firewood piled up like a hill.

"Oh, you are so strong."

Adoptive father Jonathan said happily.

"You will definitely be a better farmer than me in the future."

Clark finished his work without even a trace of sweat.

Is this amount of exercise equivalent to taking a walk after a meal? It’s nothing at all.

"My biggest dream before? It was to inherit this farm and then fly a jet plane to spray pesticides..."

There was a trace of nostalgia in Clark's eyes? The happiness of childhood was always so simple.

"What now? Are you ready to be a superhero?"

foster father Jonathan asked.

These days he and Clark talk about future ideas.

"Helping others? It makes me happy."

The young Superman nodded, looked at his adoptive father, and said with a smile: "This is what you taught me. You said that my arrival must have a meaning? I shoulder a certain mission."

"Although until now? I still don't know what it is, but I am no longer confused, I have found the direction."

Adoptive father Jonathan understood, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

What else does Clark want to say? For example, discuss what to eat for dinner? Or what changes have occurred in school, whether Lana has looked for him, etc.

But his ears moved slightly, and he seemed to hear the harsh roar caused by high-speed flying objects rubbing against the atmosphere.

"You go in first."

Clark felt a warning sign in his heart and urged his adoptive father Jonathan to hide in the house.

He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

It's an aircraft!

Almost instantly, it had arrived over Kent Farm.

Slowly landing? The cabin door opened, and several figures wearing dark armor appeared.

Their faces were covered with breathing devices that looked like helmets, giving off a sense of oppression.

"A very familiar smell."

Clark put down his ax and stared at the group of uninvited guests.

He could feel the strong hostility emanating from the other party? There was also an unfriendly attitude.

"who are you?"

Clark asked.

No matter what? You have to find out before you fight? What is the other person's name and who is he?

"Kal-El...Superman..."

The leading female commander tilted her head and said softly.

She could tell at a glance that Clark was a Kryptonian.

"I am not the person you are looking for."

Clark shook his head.

When he saw an alien spacecraft landing on the earth before, he also doubted whether it was his compatriot.

But now, the young Superman dismissed the idea.

"My alien name is Kakarot, from the Saiyan planet."

Clark said seriously.

He never doubted what his elder cousin said.

"What a mess..."

The female commander frowned slightly, feeling like she and the other party were chatting across servers.

"Kal-El, son of Jor-El, a native of Krypton, General Zod orders you to hand over the Code of Birth!"

A series of question marks also popped up in Clark's head.

Krypton?

Fertility code?

What it is?

"Where was the spaceship you took when you landed on this earth?"

Seeing this, the female commander changed the way she asked the question.

Because it seemed that the other party did not know the existence of the fertility code, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Clark did not answer, but he was not good at lying, and subconsciously glanced at the barn on the Kent farm from the corner of his eye.

"I see."

The female commander nodded with satisfaction.

Bend your legs slightly and jump with force.

The whole person jumped high into the air as if he had stepped on a spring.

Then like a cannonball, it hit the barn.

Boom!

The ground shook.

The resolute female commander opened the sealed spacecraft with her bare hands, and a stream of dust blew in her face.

After glancing around for a few times, she didn't find the fertility code, so she knocked open the barn again and landed in front of Clark.

"I ask one last time, where is the fertility code?"

This time, the female commander's attitude became much worse and she seemed to have lost her patience.

The Fertility Code is related to the great goal of rebuilding Krypton, and there is absolutely no room for failure.

"You broke into my home without permission, smashed my house, and showed such an unfriendly attitude... I think I should teach you what politeness is."

Despite Clark's good temper, he couldn't help but feel angry at the female commander's wanton behavior.

"They are your relatives, right?"

The female commander of Krypton seemed to smile. She looked past Clark and saw the two humans in the room.

She walked up to the house and overturned a jeep with her hands.

Clark, who was about to continue reasoning, changed his expression drastically, and suddenly jumped into the air, trying to resist the car with both hands.

The weight of more than a ton came down, and the young Superman, who did not adjust his posture in time, was unable to catch it and fell directly into the house.