Persuading a fight becomes stronger: starting from the Kryptonian war

Government of the United States, inside the Oval Office.

The big president sat in his chair, carefully reading several reports.

A photo of Wang Wu was posted, which read:

"Name: Wang Wu; Gender: Male; Age: 24 years old; Identity: Kryptonian; Life experience: Suspected to have lived in China for a long time, and has a very bad impression of America...

Character behavior analysis: Egoist, with a strong sense of self-protection...

Capability analysis: ...

......"

The other posted a photo of Superman, similar to Wang Wu's:
"Name: Clark Kent (Earth name); Kal-El (Kryptonian name); Gender: Male, Age: ...Life experience: In Smallville, Kansas, adopted by a farm couple, he has a strong sense of belonging to America...

Analysis of character and behavior: full of sense of justice, with extraordinary kindness...

Capability analysis: ...

......"

Finally, there are several proposals on how to deal with the two Kryptonians, and suggest the establishment of a special operation team.

The president read several reports carefully, and his originally calm face couldn't help turning darker and darker.

Surrounded by a few young and powerful people, wearing military uniforms or suits.

They sat together in twos and threes, talking quietly.

After a while, the president put down the report and looked at the people in the room.

The few people who noticed the president's movements also stopped talking and watched together.

The president clicked on the report on the table, and said in a deep voice:

"So you have been discussing together for so long, and the final result is to make the United States acquiesce to these two aliens living in the territory, and even bow to a robber who stole our things openly?"

Hearing this, everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, without saying a word.

After two seconds, General Swanwick was the first to stand up and explain:

"Sir, bowing your head does not mean admitting defeat, but to better overcome the challenge."

The president looked at him, and his complexion improved a little.

Although Swanwick's proposal is a temporary compromise, at least he still wants to clean up these threats.

So the president nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"We were unprepared when the Kryptonians invaded, and that's why we lost a lot."

General Swanwick's voice was low, and even the atmosphere in the office became depressed.

Less than three days have passed since the tragedy in the metropolis, and the cries of the citizens have not stopped. The shadow left by the group of Kryptonians who are like gods is still lingering in the hearts of everyone.

"If we go to war now, the tragedy will happen again. But as long as we temporarily compromise and cooperate with each other, we will be able to find weaknesses and make corresponding preparations..."

After hearing this, the President nodded noncommittally, then scanned the people in the office, and asked:
"Do you have a different opinion?"

The only scholar in the office, Dr. Hamilton, who had already discussed with General Swanwick, said:

"Mr. President, judging from the data currently available, I cannot raise objections."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the office looked over, and the president asked suspiciously:
"why?"

"Perhaps everyone has illusions, thinking that we are powerless to resist this Kryptonian invasion because of insufficient preparation. But the fact is, no matter how prepared we are, it will be difficult for us to be effective in front of these two Kryptonians..."

Dr. Hamilton said with a wry smile.

"how is this possible?"

The president frowned, unwilling to believe it.

How could the United States of America, the most powerful and advanced country on earth, have nothing to do with two aliens?

"I don't want to admit it either, but I'm afraid it's true."

Dr. Hamilton shook his head and said bitterly:
"Maybe the Kryptonians you see from the video data are just fast, powerful, and able to shoot laser rays from their eyes..."

He paused, then continued:

"But you don't know, their speed can easily reach more than Mach [-], they can lift objects of more than [-] tons, and their body defenses can at least withstand a [-]-ton TNT explosion... Such creatures are really difficult to fight against with our current army..."

"Oh, God……"

After hearing these words, even the president who had just read the data couldn't help muttering to himself.

Such an existence, in ancient times, was a god worshiped by everyone!
Even in today's technologically advanced era, who can refute that they are gods on earth?

All technological products are useless in front of them, but seem ridiculous and backward!

The president waited for a long time before his face calmed down again, and he said firmly:

"Even if they are real gods, the United States and humans don't need them now! Besides, they are just two aliens!"

"That's right!"

Someone's eyes lit up, and he echoed excitedly:
"We can develop to today because of our own efforts, and we don't need anyone's intervention in the future!"

In the office, the hometown people who have been over half a century old are full of righteous indignation and impassioned.

They are all witnesses to the greatness of America step by step, and each of them has fought for the so-called American dream all his life.

In their hearts, those who are truly worthy of admiration and admiration, and who contribute to mankind and the country, should be patriots who have dedicated themselves to the country, not some illusory gods.

Even if they are as powerful as gods, so what?

After all, they are nothing more than aliens from a super civilization.

Human beings will always develop to the day when they step out of the earth and embrace the universe. At that time, what are Kryptonians?
Today's human beings have already shed the ignorance and confusion of ancient times. They believe that technology is better than gods, so how can they worship aliens from the universe?

"Well said……"

Swanwick's eyes wandered among the crowd, but there was no wave on his face.

His real identity is Martian Manhunter, he is not a real earthling, let alone an American, but a complete alien.

No matter how long he has lived in America and how much he has feelings for America, this fact cannot be changed.

Therefore, he couldn't empathize, at most he felt that although the earth's civilization was backward, there were many admirable people.

"But the problem is, they already exist and we can't change them. The only thing we can do now is to think about how to treat them..."

Seeing that everyone digressed, Swanwick had to start pouring cold water:

"I believe that there will always be a day when human beings develop to be stronger than the Kryptonian civilization, but we also have to admit that we are not strong enough to fight these two Kryptonians."

The atmosphere in the office cooled down, and everyone's faces were ugly.

They are all elites in this country, and even in the entire human race, so they can naturally analyze the interests, judge the situation, and come up with the most favorable choice.

The current strategy is to acquiesce in the existence of these two Kryptonians, and even make friends with each other, so as to obtain advanced technology and develop it, and at the same time collect intelligence and prepare for it.

Rational choices are nothing more than this, but emotionally, they are difficult to accept.

Decades of hard work have made the United States the well-deserved hegemon on the earth today, and the great glory shines everywhere, and they are also proud of it.

But the Kryptonians who fell from the sky ruined all of this in a few days, and now the great America has to compromise and bow to the two aliens?

It's like someone stabbed them in the heart with a knife, and they have to force a smile on the murderer after the end, how can they laugh?

"It seems that your opinions have been unified..."

Seeing that no one spoke, the president sighed, picked up a pen and signed his name on the document.

"Whatever they want, we will give them. Until the day comes when we are able to deal with it..."