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Fiona felt the pressure of Jonathan's solid body, the lines of muscle pressing against hers.

Hot breath was exhaled beside her ear, and the hair on her temples stood up involuntarily.

As a trained Kryptonian warrior, she should have felt strongly opposed to such a threatening posture.

However, at this moment, a subtle and unfamiliar emotion quietly grew.

Her breathing stagnated slightly. This kind of close contact was extremely rare for her who had been training for many years.

The body's instinctive alertness is intertwined with an indescribable throbbing.

"Can you let me go first?"

There was an unnatural calmness in Fiona's voice.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will towards any Kryptonian."

She avoided Jonathan's gaze slightly, trying to hide some subtle fluctuations in her heart.

"Don't play tricks."

Jonathan slowly loosened his hold on Fiona, his eyes like sharp blades fixed on Fiona's slightest movements.

The body muscles are tense, maintaining a slightly bent posture, with the left and right toes slightly staggered.

If the opponent shows any abnormality, he will immediately take action to subdue the opponent.

Fiona, who was lying on the ground, felt Jonathan's vigilant gaze as if it were real. She stood up slowly and steadily.

Then, he kept his body in an open position, not giving Jonathan any chance to misunderstand.

"We are companions..."

She said in a soothing tone.

"No need to stay so tense."

"Okay, tell me the situation first."

This girl...seems to be in stark contrast to the strong woman in the original novel...

Seeing that Fiona really had no intention of attacking, Jonathan's eyes flashed with a strange look, and he motioned for her to continue.

"Our Kryptonian survival rules have always been to struggle within the limits."

Fiona's voice was filled with an almost reverent solemnity.

"General Zod, who is leading us, knows this very well. Resource acquisition is the key to recharging the spacecraft."

Fiona recalls the scene where General Zod sent Jonathan on a mission.

The general stood on the bridge, his eyes staring into space as if they could penetrate the endless darkness.

"Resources are our lifeline," he repeatedly emphasized.

The asteroid belt is seen as the last hope for long-term spacecraft travel, and every piece of ore may mean the possibility of fuel.

And Jonathan... you are in charge of the most dangerous area."

Fiona continued to explain.

"The star rings there are densely packed with debris, and their movement trajectory is extremely unpredictable. Ordinary life cannot survive there at all.

But General Zod chose you to lead the team to mine because he believes that every Kryptonian warrior has the potential to surpass his limits."

There was pride in her tone, the pride that came from her unconditional trust in Zod.

In her eyes, General Zod is almost omnipotent.

He is not only a military leader, but also the last hope of Krypton civilization and the spiritual pillar of all survivors.

"But the accident happened very suddenly."

Fiona's voice deepened slightly.

"A piece of debris spinning at high speed, at an incredibly sharp angle, penetrated your protective system and hit you directly in the head.

In any other life, this would be a fatal injury.”

She paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, awe for the fragility of life and pride in the tenacious vitality of Kryptonians.

“The moment General Zod received the report, he immediately dispatched a rescue team.

Fortunately, our rescue team quickly found you who was missing.

Then, we will use a special traction device to pull you back to the spacecraft and send you to the advanced treatment cabin in the laboratory."

Fiona's voice became more solemn.

"In his eyes, we are the only remaining members of our species. Right now, there are less than twenty Kryptonian survivors on the ship, including you and me.

Every compatriot is the hope for the continuation of our civilization, and every soldier is an indispensable force.

Therefore, no matter what the circumstances, we cannot abandon any of our compatriots."

“The treatment cabin is Krypton’s most advanced medical technology. It can not only quickly repair physical injuries, but also rebuild neural networks and activate cell potential.

But the price of this technique is that the subject will enter a state of temporary memory loss... and that's what you are experiencing right now."

"But... what's strange to me is... your skills and reaction abilities have evolved strangely."

"A day ago, you were just a miner responsible for mining mineral fuel... But today, you easily subdued me as a combatant."

As General Zod's adjutant, Fiona has seen countless Kryptonian warriors and has almost stringent standards for combat skills.

However, the fighting instincts displayed by the miner in front of her far exceeded her expectations.

The accuracy of the attack, the smoothness of the force release, and the almost instinctive fighting instincts were clearly the result of rigorous special operations training.

But Jonathan was obviously just an ordinary soldier responsible for resource exploitation. This contrast made Fiona full of doubts.

Could it be possible that the treatment cabin could also enhance physical fitness?

But... for a long time, no similar cases have been found, and Jonathan's case is unique.

"You ask me... I don't know either. I'm just a miner with amnesia."

Hearing Fiona's question, Jonathan, who was Oscar-winning, shrugged his shoulders, looking confused.

Fiona became even more confused when she saw Jonathan's expression.

Since she really couldn't come to any valid conclusion at the moment, she planned to take Jonathan to find General Zod for questioning.

"Then I'll take you to General Zod to report the situation first."

"Oh...okay."

In fact, with such a symptom of amnesia, Jonathan's disguise is obviously more effective, and no one will be so lazy as to expose it.

Moreover, technological treatment has some numerical deviations. Jonathan intends to use the excuse of "amnesia" to gather intelligence, and he even intends to keep it up.

As for why he lost his complete memory this time, Jonathan attributed it all to the old bastard Jade Emperor.

Damn it... I'm going to kill you when I get back...

Fiona leads Jonathan through the wide corridors of the Kryptonian ship.

As he passed by, Jonathan's eyes were constantly observing the surrounding environment.

I have to say that the sense of technology of this Kryptonian spaceship is no less than the various science fiction movies I have seen in my previous life.

These bulkheads are made of a composite metal-like material with a subtle blue electromagnetic sheen on the surface.

Each walkway is fifteen meters wide and eight meters high, giving people a magnificent and oppressive feeling.

The holographic display screens floating on both sides of the corridor are constantly flashing complex data streams, showing the spacecraft's energy distribution, navigation trajectory, and the operating status of each system.

Precision sensors are embedded in every corner of the wall to capture tiny changes in the environment.

On both sides of the corridor, Kryptonians wearing different combat uniforms nodded to Jonathan and Fiona as they passed by.

Jonathan could read it, it was a tacit understanding between compatriots...

No wonder the Kryptonians want to rebuild the planet. This kind of cohesion alone is not comparable to that of any other race.

It's no wonder that Superman did not grow up in this environment. Instead, he was nurtured by the culture of free America. With different values, it is natural that they cannot get along.

Thinking of this, the two of them walked through a giant metal hatch controlled by a biometric system and entered the main command room.

The space here is wider, presenting a serious and cold atmosphere.