Superman

"Zod kidnapped my mom and dad!"

Seeing Luke appear, Clark couldn't help but be overjoyed and said in a hurry.

In his opinion, his first cousin must have a way to successfully rescue his parents.

"I already know, your parents have gotten on Zod's ship."

Luke threw the unconscious Kryptonian female commander, casually to the ground.

Glanced at the scene of the battle in a mess, as if there had been a violent explosion.

He could not help but be a little curious, if Superman every fight is like a demolition.

Then the Wayne Group has to have more money to support the Justice League's various funding expenditures?

"So what am I going to do? Why not just kill Zod's ship and kill them all?"

Clark frowned, a man defeated Kryptonian warriors let his self-confidence burst.

The times were different, he was no longer the farm boy who couldn't even fight.

"Zod's only going to be stronger than them."

Luke reminded.

He didn't want to see his little cousin turn over in the gutter.

General Zod's overall quality is definitely stronger than Superman.

In the original plot, the reason he lost to Clark.

It was more because of the lack of time to absorb the yellow sun and improve his power.

Coupled with the lack of weapons with sufficient lethality, unable to deal a fatal blow to Superman.

This is what was broken neck, a defeat.

From the battle consciousness, and the ability to learn and other just aspects, it is obvious that Zod with the general genetic template is stronger.

Clark stayed on Earth for so long before he learned to control his senses, high-speed flight, and heat vision.

There is certainly an objective factor of lack of training, but it only took Zod a few hours to fully master it.

This shows that Krypton's genetic debugging technology is also unique, or at least able to omit a lot of meaningless practice work.

"Do I have to surrender to Zod?"

The young and exuberant Superman, did not listen to his older cousin's friendly reminder.

The first battle was a success, so Clark was a little blindly confident and did not put General Zod in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Zod won't hurt Jonathan and Martha for now."

Luke took his young cousin's reaction into his eyes and said nothing more, only reassuring, "What he really cares about is the fertility code you carry, that's the key to rebuilding the planet."

"A deal must have leverage, and your parents are the only leverage Zod has that he will value more than anyone else, and will never allow surprises."

Krypton?

Fertility code?

Clark was a little confused.

Even now, his naive and innocent little cousin still had no doubt that he was a subordinate warrior from a Saiyan planet.

This valuable trust made Luke feel slightly guilty for a fraction of a second.

He quickly collected his thoughts and said softly, "That's a long story, I'll tell you more about it later when I have the chance."

Luke raised his hand and took the fallen Kryptonian warriors, as well as the female commander, into the Underworld.

General Zod had taken Clark's adoptive parents, but his two clansmen had fallen into his own hands.

Although the other side may not agree to exchange, but at least have the qualifications to sit at the negotiating table.

The rebels exiled by Krypton, plus General Zod himself, totaled only twelve.

Of these, all were male, except for the female commander, the only female.

In other words, before getting the fertility code for genetic editing and hatching Kryptonians.

Want to rely on natural reproduction, growing Krypton is an extremely difficult and unethical behavior.

Therefore, every Kryptonian is important to General Zod.

"What about the military?"

Clark walked down the street, everywhere he looked was rolling smoke, a sea of fire.

Steel cars reduced to wreckage, crashed and damaged fighter jets, collapsed and burning buildings and houses ......

The battle destroyed three blocks, two A-10 attack planes, and four elite pilots.

As for the buildings, stores, cars, and gas stations destroyed in the process ...... it's hard to count.

"Let Lex take care of it. As long as the president sitting in the White House is not a fool, he should know that the only one who can stand up to General Zod at the moment is Superman."

Luke smiled, not taking the government to heart.

The super vision went through the atmosphere and saw the giant spaceship in near-moon orbit.

Next, it was time to negotiate.

He always did things with courtesy first and peace second, and it was best if he could keep his hands to himself.

Of course, if Zod refuses.

Then Luke also do not mind to let the other side to see who is the most powerful Kryptonian.

......

......

"Well ......"

Fiora opened her eyes and let out a soft moan that made people reverie.

The surroundings were dark and damp and dirty, like an airtight, dank cell.

"You're awake."

A magnetic voice that contained a smile came from not far away.

Krypton's female commander, Fiora, looked at the voice and saw only a blurred figure.

The other person seemed to be sitting in a chair, only a dozen steps away from herself.

"What is this place?"

Fiora tried to mobilize the power in her body, but all ended in failure.

Handcuffs and ankle cuffs inlaid with several greenish stones made her lose her normal mobility and struggle to even stand up.

"You can interpret it as a secret room."

The man said indifferently.

"A secret room? You want to imprison me? Force me to question? Don't waste your breath, Kryptonian warriors will never betray their leader, we are absolutely loyal to the home planet, to General Zod!"

Fiora snorted softly and coldly.

The warrior genetic template had a setting similar to the Steel Seal of Thought, absolute loyalty to Krypton and the superior officer.

"Madam Commander, you seem to be afraid?"

The man said with a smile.

"Your words are both a reply to me and a mental note to yourself. What are you afraid of? Worried that I will abuse you with all sorts of cruelty?"

Fiora's forcibly composed face paled slightly, but no obvious emotion was shown.

British eyebrows raised, eyes cold, looking at the man in the darkness.

"Afraid? Back when we followed General Zod, we put our lives on the line."

Fiora closed her eyes, calming the hint of fear for the unknown within.

"As long as I can contribute to the great task of rebuilding Krypton, even if I die immediately, it is a good death!"

After a long time, the expected flogging, punishment did not happen.

"You misunderstand, Madam Commander, I just want you to give Zod a message."

After a long silence, the man broke the oppressive stillness and said softly, "He has aspirations for Krypton's fertility code, and I must help Clark get his parents back; it's a deal that can be negotiated."

"Of course, if General Zod doesn't want to, we can still use another, rougher way of talking."

"Is there a Kryptonian tradition of dueling, Madam Commander?"

Fiora froze for a moment; she had expected to be captured in defeat and would surely be subjected to inhumane torture.

Unexpectedly, the other party's attitude was so good.

Without even a word of threat, they were ready to simply let themselves go.

It looked like the weak earthlings were a peace-loving race then.

"Why should I obey your instructions."

Despite the gradual mental acceptance of the man's request, Fiora maintained the condescending attitude of a Kryptonian warrior.

"Of course you will obey me, Madam Commander."

Slowly the man rose to his feet as he stepped out of the darkness and looked down at the Kryptonian woman commander.

"Because it's in your bones by nature, programmed by the genetic code."

Fiora was deeply puzzled, then an unconscious respect rose within her, while horror bubbled in her eyes.

"Are you also a ...... Kryptonian?"

She asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course I'm a Kryptonian."

Luke smirked as he reached up and hooked Fiora's chin, smiling with satisfaction at the look of horror and defeat on her face.

"But that's not what you're confused about, I'm afraid, Madam Commander."

Fiora's brain felt like it had gone down.

She couldn't understand why this strange man.

Not only was he a Kryptonian, but he also possessed the genetic template of the General!

The natural awe, the innate psychology of obedience ...... could make Fiora feel this way.

Only above the warrior template, and belong to the leadership class of Kryptonian generals!