Superman

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Arctic.

Kryptonian spacecraft.

The conversation between Luke and Jor-El finally entered the topic of "General Zod's Arrival on Earth".

"Zod? How did he come here? Wasn't he exiled to the Phantom Zone..."

Jor-El was surprised to hear the news.

Although he is only an intelligent consciousness, a piece of cold data.

But somehow, he has all of Jor-El's memories? Almost as much as himself.

"He escaped from the Phantom Zone, and you should be well aware that Zod has the ability to do that."

Luke said with a smile.

The Phantom Zone actually refers to the dimensional space discovered by Krypton, which is used as a prison for detaining and imprisoning those dangerous criminals.

Zod Jin and his men were deprived of their liberty for committing treason, disobedience and other crimes, and were thrown into that dark place.

Time is meaningless there, and one's own power will be greatly weakened.

Day after day, year after year of endless darkness will destroy the spirit of criminals and bring them to their final death.

"Zod, he is dangerous! He must be stopped!"

Jor-El frowned, he and Zod had a delicate relationship of both enemy and friend.

The latter is Krypton's best general and strongest warrior.

The reason why he wants to find Kal-El must be because of Kryptonian fertility code.

"Don't be nervous, Zod won't make much noise, he will only send your son to the throne of a superhero."

Luke waved his hand to show that everything was under control.

With a few words of comfort, he pulled out the master key inserted on the spaceship console, and Jor-El's image disappeared.

"Zod..."

Luke stepped out of the Kryptonian spaceship and looked through the thick clouds to see the behemoth in the orbit of the near moon.

If it was a head-on confrontation, it would be difficult for my little cousin to defeat General Zod.

The 17-year-old Superman has limited strength, and it is impossible to fight on par with the Kryptonian compatriots who have just arrived on Earth like in the original plot.

General Zod's subordinates are all Kryptonians with warrior gene templates.

Just pick one out, and you can rub Clark on the ground.

"uh-huh……"

Luke suddenly narrowed his eyes, and he saw an aircraft released under the giant spaceship suspended in a near-moon orbit.

"Zod is very efficient and knows who Clark is so quickly."

Superman has announced his identity before, and there are videos and news about him all over the Internet.

As long as General Zod notices, he can immediately understand that Clark Kent is Kal-El.

"The target is Kansas... the first act has begun."

Luke smiled, through super vision, he didn't see Zod, a female commander led the team, and the other two Kryptonians followed.

Chapter 442 Don't talk about martial arts, female commander

North American Aerospace Defense Command.

Command.

This is a temporary operations center for 24-hour observation of that giant spaceship.

Once General Zod takes any action, the news will be sent from here, and the armies of various countries will be notified quickly, and then they will respond.

Just 2 minutes ago, an American soldier seemed to have discovered something and shouted loudly: "The satellite detected an unidentified flying object, and it came out of an alien spaceship!"

"Zoom in the picture, I need a clearer image."

General Swanwick, who sits 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's Superman or Zod, who made public threats, the black general doesn't like him at all.

Swanwick believes that this group of outsiders has malicious intentions, like a time bomb that may detonate at any time, full of danger.

This is also the general view of the military.

Most of the bigwigs in the military have experienced the Cold War and have a heavy psychological shadow.

Even without Superman, without General Zod.

The hawks in the Pentagon will also look for America's imaginary enemies all over the world like persecution paranoia.

"It's a suspicious aircraft!"

American soldiers enlarged the image captured by the satellite and projected it on the screen.

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

Like a blurry afterimage, people can't see clearly.

"Where is its target?"

General Swanwick frowned.

It's not even a 24-hour deadline, but Zod has sent a craft, what is it going to do?

"Kansas!"

Said the American soldier.

"The aircraft was flying over Kansas at 380 knots, and they didn't respond to our calls or our warnings."

General Swanwick breathed a sigh of relief first, the aircraft was not heading for the metropolis or Washington DC.

Then the dark face became darker.

Without the permission of any country, and without any legitimate reason, these guys broke into the airspace of the United States.

General Swanwick picked up the phone at hand and dialed the encrypted channel of the Pentagon. He decided to give these unscrupulous alien visitors a little color.

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

"A suspicious aircraft broke into Kansas, intending to violate the personal safety of local residents. I need to mobilize a group of fighter jets to carry out fire strikes."

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

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

He was carrying an ax, and like a real farmer, he was chopping a hill of firewood.

"Heh, what a strength."

Adoptive father Jonathan said with relief.

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

Clark finished his work without a trace of sweat.

This amount of exercise is equivalent to taking a walk after a meal, which is nothing at all.

"My biggest dream in the past was to inherit this farm and 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.

"Now? Ready to be a superhero?"

asked foster father Jonathan.

These days he and Clark talked about future ideas.

"Helping others makes me happy."

The young Superman nodded, looked at his adoptive father, and said with a smile: "You taught me this. You said my coming must have a meaning? I have a certain mission on my shoulders."

"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? A smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Clark wanted to say something else, like discussing what's for dinner? Or what's changed at school, did Lana find her or something.

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But his ears moved slightly? He seemed to hear the ear-piercing roar produced by high-speed objects rubbing against the atmosphere.

"You go into the house first."

A warning rose in Clark's heart, urging 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 come over the Kent farm.

It landed slowly, and the hatch opened? A few figures in jet-black armor appeared.

Their faces were covered with helmet-shaped breathing devices, exuding a sense of oppression.

"A very familiar breath."

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

Can he feel the strong hostility emanating from the other party? There is also an unfriendly attitude.

"who are you?"

Clark asked.

No matter what, you have to find out before fighting? What is the other party's name and who is it.

"Kal-El Superman"

The leading female commander tilted her head and said softly.

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

"I'm not the one you're looking for."

Clark shook his head.

When he saw the alien spacecraft descending on the earth before, he also doubted whether it was his compatriots.

But now, the young Superman dismisses that idea.

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

Clark said seriously.

He never doubted what his big cousin said.

"what a mess"

The female commander said that she frowned slightly, and felt that she and the other party were chatting across servers.

"Kar-El, son of Jor-El, clansman of Krypton, General Zod orders you to hand over the fertility code!"

A series of question marks also appeared on Clark's head.

Krypton?

Fertility Code?

What it is?

"When you came to this earth, where was the spaceship you took?"

Seeing this, the female commander changed the way of asking questions.

Because it seemed that the other party didn't know the existence of the Fertility Code, his eyes were full of doubts.