Superman

North American Air Defense Joint Command.

Command.

This is the temporary operations center used to observe that giant ship twenty-four hours a day.

As soon as General Zod makes any move, the message will be sent from here to quickly inform the military of each country and then respond.

Just two minutes ago, an American soldier seemed to have made a discovery and shouted, "The satellite detected an unidentified flying object, it came out of an alien ship!"

"Zoom in, I need a clearer image."

General Swanwick, who was sitting in the command, said in a deep voice.

He was the top officer of the North American Joint Air Defense Command, and a notoriously hawkish general in the Pentagon.

Whether it was Superman or Zod, who made public threats, the black general did not have a good feeling about them all.

Swanwick believes that this group of outsiders do not mean well, like a time bomb will be detonated at any time, full of danger.

This is also the general opinion of the military.

Most of the bigwigs among the military community have experienced the Cold War and have a strong psychological shadow.

Even without Superman, without General Zod.

The hawks in the Pentagon would be like a persecuted paranoid, looking all over the world for the imaginary enemy of the United States of America.

"It's a suspicious flying machine!"

The American soldier zoomed in on the image captured by the satellite and projected it onto the screen.

The alien craft was shaped like an arthropod-like insect and was extremely fast.

Like a blurred stigma, it was hard to see clearly.

"Where is it aiming at?"

General Swanwick frowned.

It was not yet the twenty-four hour deadline, but what was Zod planning to do by sending a flying machine?

"Kansas!"

The American GI said.

"That craft is breaking into the skies over Kansas at 380 knots, and they are not responding to our calls or heeding our warnings."

General Swanwick was first relieved that the craft wasn't headed for Metropolis or Washington, D.C.

Then that dark face grew a little darker.

Without any permission from any country, and without any legitimate reason, these guys intruded into the airspace of the United States, which was simply unmartial and deceitful.

General Swanwick picked up the phone at hand and dialed the Pentagon's encrypted channel, determined to give these unscrupulous alien visitors some credit.

"This is the North American Air Defense Joint Command, code name 'Trident' today."

"A suspicious craft has broken into Kansas with the intent to violate the personal safety of the local residents, I need to mobilize a fighter group and conduct a fire strike."

"Remember! The target is extremely dangerous! Once discovered, destructive and violent means must be implemented, and must never be taken lightly!"

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Far away in the small town of Kansas, Clark was unaware for the moment that a Kryptonian craft was on its way.

He was carrying an axe, like a real farmer, chopping firewood piled into small mountains.

"Heh, that's a lot of strength."

Jonathan, the foster father, said with relief.

"You're going to be a better farmer than me."

Clark finished his work without a trace of sweat.

This amount of exercise, equivalent to a walk after dinner, is nothing.

"I used to have the biggest dream, is to inherit this farm, and then fly a jet plane to sprinkle pesticides to play ......"

Clark with a trace of remembrance in his eyes, the joy of childhood is always so simple.

"And now? Ready to be a superhero?"

Jonathan, the adoptive father, asked.

These days he and Clark talked about the idea of the future.

"Helping people can make me happy."

The young Superman nodded, looked at his adoptive father and smiled, "That's what you taught me, you said that my arrival must have a meaning, that I was on some kind of mission."

"Although until now, I still do not know what that is, but I am no longer confused, I found the direction."

Jonathan, the foster father, understood, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Clark wanted to say something else, like discuss what was for dinner, or what had changed at school, and whether Lana had approached him or something.

But his ears twitched slightly, as if he heard the ear-splitting roar of a high-speed flying object rubbing against the atmosphere.

"You go inside first."

A warning sign rose in Clark's heart, urging his foster father, Jonathan, to duck into the house.

He squinted his eyes and looked out in the direction the sound was coming from.

It was a flying machine!

Almost instantly, it had come over the Kent farm.

Slowly landing, the hatch opened, and several figures in dark armor appeared.

Their faces were wrapped in breathing devices shaped like helmets, emitting a sense of oppression.

"A very familiar scent."

Clark put down his axe and gazed at the group of uninvited guests.

He could feel the strong hostility emanating from the other side, as well as the unfriendly attitude.

"Who are you?"

Clark asked.

No matter what, it was always necessary to find out, before the fight, what the other party's name was and what they were.

"Kal-El ...... Superman ......"

The female commander in charge cocked her head and said softly.

She could tell at a glance that Clark was Kryptonian.

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

Clark shook his head.

When he had seen the alien ship descend on Earth before, he had wondered if it was one of his own kind.

But now, the young Superman dismissed that thought.

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

Clark said with a straight face.

He had never doubted what his older cousin had said.

"What a mess ......"

The female commander stated with a slight frown, feeling like she and the other man were chatting across the room.

"Kal-El, son of Jor-El, clansman of Krypton, General Zod orders you to surrender the Fertility Code!"

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

Krypton?

The Fertility Code?

What the hell is that?

"The ship you were aboard when you descended to this Earth is there?"

Seeing this, the female commander changed her questioning style.

Because it looked like the other party did not know about the existence of the Fertility Code, her eyes were full of doubts.

Clark didn't answer, but he wasn't very good at lying, glancing subconsciously out of the corner of his eye to the barn at the Kent farm.

"I see."

The female commander nodded in satisfaction.

The legs bent slightly and gave a power jump.

The whole person jumped up high into the air like stepping on a spring.

Then as if it was a cannonball, it smashed into the barn.

Boom!

The ground trembled.

The thundering female commander opened the closed ship with her bare hands and a cloud of dust poured out.

After a few sweeping glances, she found no Fertility Codex and crashed through the barn again, landing in front of Clark.

"I'll ask one last time, where is the Fertility Code?"

This time, the female commander's attitude became much harsher and seemed to have lost her patience.

The Fertility Code was about the great goal of rebuilding Krypton, and there was absolutely no room for error.

"You broke into my home without permission, smashed my house, and showed such an unfriendly attitude ...... I think you should be taught what it means to be polite."

Spare Clark's good temper, can not help but feel annoyed at the female commander's reckless behavior.

"They're your relatives, aren't they?"

The Kryptonian female commander looked like she smiled, her eyes crossing over Clark to see the two humans in the house.

She walked up to the house and reached out to overturn a jeep.

Clark, who was ready to continue reasoning, paled and his body jerked into the air, trying to resist the vehicle with both hands.

More than a ton of weight came down, and the young superhuman who did not adjust his posture in time was unable to do so and fell directly into the house.