I become light in American comics

Almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

The room in front of them was a truly impregnable fortress, capable of withstanding even a howitzer bombardment.

As a result, this alien walked out so lightly?

In particular, Superman's steps were slow and leisurely, as if he was walking in the garden. The scene was so shocking that at that moment a series of sounds of jaws hitting the ground seemed to echo in the room.

The researcher in front of the console stayed in place with his hands hanging on the buttons. When he noticed Superman's gaze sweeping towards him, he shivered, shrank his head, stood up quickly, and gave up the chair behind him.

"Sit down, sit down." The researcher smiled with sweat on his forehead.

Superman smiled at him, thinking that he was indeed a researcher, and he was much more polite than this general.

Of course, having said that, it may be difficult for a person to be rude when facing Superman.

"Thank you, no need, just sit down."

Superman said politely, then turned to General Lane and spoke gently.

"Like I said, I just want to talk. I'm from another planet, but I grew up on Earth. I just want to do good things."

"Just do good."

Although General Lane was also shocked by Superman's monster performance, he still looked directly into his eyes without fear. He picked up a newspaper and slapped it on the table.

"So you are touching my daughter just to 'do good'?"

A Daily Planet newspaper headlined an exclusive story about Lois Lane with the headline "Meet the new savior of Metropolis, 'Superman'!"

"Well, Miss Lane and I have a common language, that's all." Dachao scratched his head.

The farm boy felt a little guilty when he mentioned this. Because he does pay a little attention to other people's daughters.

"A common language? What language can an alien have in common with my daughter? What do you want from her?"

Superman narrowed his eyes and the smile disappeared from his face.

"Sorry General, I said I was here to talk and not to be interrogated. I thought we could understand each other. Looks like I'd better leave."

As he said that, he already stepped out.

General Lane shouted: "If you leave here, you will be regarded as an enemy of this country!"

Superman paused and slowly turned his head.

The soldiers around him who were caught by his sight all trembled. The old American soldiers were notoriously poor in quality, and the few who were timid could barely grasp their guns. Some people even cast a pleading look at the general, probably meaning, brother, forget it. If you want to deliver the body, you can do it yourself. We dragged the whole group together and gave it to someone to collect the body.

The general's courage to be honest and not afraid of strong punches is commendable, but the operation is really confusing. As an Earth general, he adheres to the principle of "Those who are not of my race must have different minds." It is not wrong to defend one-handed Superman alone.

However, it is one thing to act in secret, and another thing to provoke in person. To be ridiculed within a few steps is like a three-year-old kid threatening the UFC champion with a bubble gun. The reason why they didn't care was simply because of their magnanimity that they were "on New Year's Eve" and "he was still a child". He was so proud that he felt that they had given up.

Fortunately, Dachao had a good temper and turned around and left without saying anything.

The whole room breathed a sigh of relief.

"God, I thought he wanted..." someone whispered.

"I thought so too."

The researcher's face turned pale: "Did you see him break through that wall and walk out? God, it's an anti-explosion structure. It felt easier for him to break it than it was for me to break through my wife's wall."

Everyone was immersed in the oppression faced by Superman, and they didn't seem to notice anything wrong with his words.

General Lane said with a stern face: "Superman's behavior just now is equivalent to a declaration of war against us. Inform all departments and prepare for war."

The faces of the researchers behind them turned pale.

He looked at the general with a look that said, isn't it, Sir? Again?

He finally stopped arguing with you and was ready to leave. General Co-author had made up his mind, "If you don't kill me today, don't even think about leaving." Right?

"The authority of 'Area 9' is open, tell John Coburn to prepare." General Lane said solemnly, "Let's see how this alien performs when facing the Zero Armor."

However, a moment later, a man in a white coat came running over.

"General!"

The white coat's face was red and he was out of breath.

"Armor. Zero Armor is missing!"

General Lane's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding me?" the general said angrily, "Isn't the armor in the Ninth District?"

Area 9 is the highest-level top-secret restricted area in the base, with only one direct elevator as the entrance and exit. And that elevator can only be activated with the authorization of General Lane himself.

"And it's not just Zero Armor." The white coat was sweating profusely.

General Lane's heart skipped a beat, he pushed away his white coat and hurriedly walked towards the ninth district.

The identity authentication is passed and the elevator is unlocked. He took the elevator all the way to the ground floor and walked into the dark warehouse.

The lights came on, illuminating the entire room with white light. General Lane looked around, his pupils contracted, and he almost suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.

In the huge warehouse, General Lane had collected alien items for countless years, but most of them were empty without anyone noticing.

A large area of ​​the factory building was vacant, and crows seemed to fly over everyone's heads above the empty room, shouting "Quack, quack, quack," mockingly.

General Lane's blood pressure was so high that he almost fainted when his eyes went dark.

He may never have imagined that one day his base would be robbed.

"Where are my things?" he shouted angrily, "Where have all my things gone!?"

That’s it for other things, what about the Zero Armor? How could such a big piece of armor be gone just because it was gone? ?

"We have called up the surveillance."

Someone in a white coat, sweating profusely, handed the tablet playing the surveillance footage to General Lane's hand.

"There was no direct surveillance of the intruder near the Ninth District. But we compared the surveillance in other areas and searched for all the people who might have gone to the Ninth District. We then compared and excluded based on the time of theft, and finally found out."

General Lane squinted his eyes and looked at the surveillance screen, where a person was passing through the monitored corridor.

He paused the playback, locked the face and quickly identified it.

Senior agent of the Sky Eye Society, Mike Williams.

General Lane's pupils contracted.

"That agent!" he shouted, "Where has that Sky Eye agent gone?"

"He seems to have left long ago."

"Hurry up and chase him! Go catch up with him and hold him back for me!"

The trusted officer beside him hurried up.

But General Lane knew vaguely in his heart that he might not be able to pursue him.

In an instant, he suddenly understood.

Any anti-Superman countermeasures or shared information are all fake, they are all smoke screens! This group of people came prepared.

It turns out that their target was the alien technology in District 9 from the beginning!

Although it was a bit outrageous, when he thought about it carefully, he actually felt that it was somewhat in line with the behavior of Tianyan's gang of rogues.

General Lane clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Waller!"

At this moment, Amanda Waller, a fat black woman far away at the Sky Eye headquarters, sneezed again.

Then he rubbed his nose blankly.

Strange, why do I always feel like someone is thinking about me lately?