In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

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"I said I would protect you."

Clark whispered, holding her close to him.

They were suspended in the sky ten thousand meters high, and the surrounding clouds were dyed a gorgeous golden color by the rising sun.

Louise rested her head on his solid chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, which was the most soothing melody.

The strong wind around him blew his red cloak, making it flutter gently in the golden morning light.

Louise closed her eyes and took in the tranquility of the moment.

She could feel Clark's arms tightening slightly, as if he wanted to protect her in this safe haven forever.

"They shouldn't be able to catch up here,"

Clark said looking down into her eyes.

“But we can’t stay here for long.”

Louise nodded, not oblivious to the danger they were facing.

General Zod's men are still searching for them everywhere. Once they show up, they will be in danger and even Clark will be implicated.

Soon, Clark gently adjusted his flying posture and began to descend slowly.

They passed through several layers of clouds, and the moisture left tiny drops of water on Louise's face.

When they finally flew low, Louise saw a vast forest below them, the treetops swaying gently in the morning breeze.

They eventually landed in a secluded valley.

This place is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only an almost invisible path leading to the outside world.

A quaint wooden house sits quietly in the center of the valley, surrounded by dense pine forests. Clear mountain springs flow down from the rock walls, forming a stream that meanders past the house.

“This is my secret sanctuary.”

Clark said, gently placing Lois on the ground.

“No one knows about this place except me.”

He reached out and stroked her cheek.

"You'll be safe here."

Louise looked around, amazed at the privacy and natural beauty of the place.

The wooden house looks very warm, and there are some wild flowers planted in front of the house.

This place seems to be isolated from the world, a completely different world.

"This is really..."

she said softly.

"so perfect."

Clark smiled and took her hand, leading her to the cabin. The morning light shone through the trees and cast mottled shadows on the ground.

When he pushed open the door of the wooden house, a faint scent of pine hit him in the face.

The furnishings in the house are simple and warm:

There's a comfy couch, a small fireplace, a few bookshelves, and a dining table covered with a checkered tablecloth.

Through the window, you can see the mountains and flowing streams outside.

"I built this house after I learned about my true origins. I was confused at the time... You can stay here until the storm blows over."

Clark said, turning back to Lois.

"how about you?"

"Zod is one of my people after all, I need to go talk to him."

"Talk?"

"Don't worry, Louise. If the negotiations fail, I will make a choice. The Earth is my home."

Two beetle-shaped Kryptonian spaceships roared and dived towards the ground.

Their engines whistled piercingly, leaving two sharp streaks in the calm Kansas sky.

Their target was apparently a simple farmhouse.

A shadow descended over the peaceful farm like an ominous omen.

As dusk deepened, the once golden wheat fields lost their former warm hues under the shadows, and were replaced by an unsettling gray.

At this time, Martha Kent was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the air was filled with the tempting aroma of apple pie.

This is Clark's favorite taste, and she always hopes to give her son a warm surprise when he returns home.

On the kitchen windowsill were several pots of hydrangeas that she carefully tended, their lavender flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

However, a sudden loud noise caused the plate in her hand to fall to the ground, and the crisp sound of breaking echoed in the kitchen.

Fiona broke into the room before the broken china could be cleaned up.

The wooden door of the kitchen was shattered by her brute force. Her iron-like fingers gripped Martha's neck, and her voice was as cold as ice:

"Tell me, where is Kal-El's ship?"

Martha breathed hard, fear and pain intertwined on her pale face.

At her feet lay the fragments of a china plate that Mrs. Johnson had baked, a present from last Thanksgiving.

The secret that had been carefully guarded for Clark for decades might now be exposed because of a single look from her.

Her gaze inadvertently drifted in the direction of the warehouse, and this tiny detail did not escape Fiona's sharp eyes.

The latter immediately let go of Martha and rushed to the warehouse like lightning.

Martha fell to the ground, coughing violently, but a smile of relief appeared in her heart.

The warehouse is filled with daily farm tools, and in the corner is parked the old tractor that my husband loved most when he was alive.

The air was filled with the smell of motor oil and hay, and on the wall hung several photos of Clark as a child, capturing warm family moments.

However, what awaited Fiona were only piles of farm tools and hay; the spaceship that had brought baby Clark to Earth had long been moved.

This discovery made her rage even more intense, and she smashed the photo frame on the wall with one punch, and glass fragments fell along with the photos.

General Zod stood in the open space in front of the farmhouse, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

Anger burned in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, Martha's old pickup truck was overturned in the air like a toy, making a huge dent in the farm soil.

It was the last relic her husband left to Martha, carrying countless warm memories of the past.

The house shook in Zod's rage, the walls cracked and wood chips flew everywhere.

Thirty years of memories turned into fragments at this moment and floated away in the dusty air.

After venting his anger, Zod slowly turned to the trembling Martha, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes:

"You Earthlings never understand the importance of cooperation."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Why, why protect a fugitive who betrayed his own race?"

Martha wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, straightened her back, and her eyes were firm:

"Because he is my son."

Her voice was trembling but powerful.

"No matter where he's from, he'll always be my Clark."

"Childish emotions."

Zod sneered and raised his hand, energy gathering in his palm.

The porch of the farmhouse collapsed under the energy impact, and the sound of wooden beams breaking startled flocks of birds in the woods in the distance.

This house, which carries the memories of three generations of the Kent family, is gradually turning into ruins.

Martha watched all this, tears welling up in her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let them fall.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, mixing with the aroma of unbaked apple pie to form an eerie combination.

After doing all this, Zod looked into the distance, as if waiting for something.

As time went by, his patience was wearing thin.

"We can continue this game,"

He turned to Martha, his voice threatening.

"But the cost will get higher and higher. Tell me where the ship is and everything will end."

He approached Martha, his armor gleaming grimly in the moonlight.

"Do you really think a Kryptonian would care if an Earthling lived or died?"

Martha looked him straight in the eye and said in a calm but firm voice:

"You are wrong, sir. You don't know my son at all, and you don't know his heart."

There was a mother's pride in her words.

"He chose to protect the Earth, not because he abandoned Krypton, but because he understood what his true home was."

"Homeland...he is the only traitor?"

"Do you know what he has?"

Hearing Martha's words, Zod suddenly became angry. He quickly reached out and grabbed Martha's neck tightly.

"He is not qualified."

However, at this critical moment, a sonic boom cloud exploded in the night sky.

Amid a deafening roar, a blue and red figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and crashed into Zod with the force of thunder.

The shock wave generated by the collision between the two created a large air wave, raising the surrounding dust high into the air.

Like two comets colliding, their figures drew a dazzling arc in the night sky, crossing several kilometers of space.

Wherever the two men passed, everything was shattered by this destructive force.

Hundred-year-old trees snapped, steel behemoths like cars turned over like toys, and sturdy houses collapsed.

A deep furrow was plowed into the earth, like a scar left by a giant sword on the surface.

The air was torn apart with a sharp whistle, and sparks and debris flew behind them.

"Stay away from my family!"

Clark's roar shook the entire night sky, and his voice contained unprecedented anger.

There was a terrifying scarlet light flashing in his eyes, which was a rage that he rarely displayed in his daily life. They were like two balls of flames about to erupt.

At this moment, he shed the image of a gentle small town youth in the past and showed the terrifying power of a Kryptonian.