Joint North American Air Defense Command.

Headquarters.

It was a temporary operations center for 24-hour observation of the giant ship.

As soon as General Zod takes any action, the news will be sent from here, and the armies of the countries will be quickly notified and then responded.

Just two minutes ago, an American GI seemed to notice something and shouted: "The satellite has detected an unidentified flying object, it has come out of an alien spaceship!" ”

"Zoom in, I need a clearer image."

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

He is the top commander of the North American Air Defense Joint Command and a notoriously hawkish general in the Pentagon.

Whether it's Superman or Zod, who makes public threats, the black general doesn't have much affection.

Swanwick saw the outsiders as ill-intentioned, dangerous as a time bomb ready to detonate at any moment.

Again, this is the general view of the military.

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

Even if there is no Superman, there is no General Zod.

The Pentagon's hawks, like a persecution paranoia, will search the world for America's imaginary enemy.

"It's a suspicious flying machine!"

The American GIs enlarged the images captured by the satellite and projected them onto the screen.

The alien craft resembles an arthropod insect and is extremely fast.

It's like a blurry afterimage, which makes it difficult to see.

"Where is it targeting?"

General Swanwick's brow furrowed.

It's not yet the twenty-four-hour deadline, but Zod has sent a flying machine, what is he going to do?

"Kansas!"

The American GI said.

"The plane was crashing into the skies over Kansas at 380 knots, and they didn't respond to our calls or heed our warnings."

General Swanwick breathed a sigh of relief that the plane wasn't headed for the Met, or Washington, D.C.

Then the swarthy face became a little deeper.

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

General Swanwick picked up the phone he had in hand, dialed the Pentagon's encrypted channels, and decided he wanted to give the unscrupulous alien visitors a little color.

"This is the North American Air Defense Joint Command, and today it is coded as 'Trident'."

"There is a suspicious aircraft that has broken into Kansas with the intention of encroaching on the personal safety of local residents, and I need to mobilize a group of fighter jets to carry out a firepower strike."

"Remember! The target is extremely dangerous! Once discovered, devastating and violent means must be carried out, and must not be taken lightly! ”

……

……

Clarke, who was far away in a small Kansas town, didn't know that a Kryptonian vehicle was on its way.

He carried an axe and chopped firewood like a real peasant.

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

Adoptive father Jonathan said with relief.

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

Clark finished his work without even a trace of sweat.

This amount of exercise is equivalent to taking a walk after a meal? It's nothing at all.

"My biggest dream before? It's to inherit the farm and fly a jet plane to spray pesticides......"

Clark with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes? The joy of being a child is always so simple.

"And now? Ready to be a superhero? ”

Adoptive father Jonathan asked.

These days he and Clark have talked about ideas for the future.

"Helping others? It makes me happy. ”

Young Superman nodded and looked at his adoptive father? smiled and said: "This is still what you taught me, you said that my arrival must have its meaning?" I have some kind of mission on my shoulders. ”

"Although until now? I still don't know what it is, but I'm no longer confused, I've found my way. ”

Adoptive father Jonathan was aware of this, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

What else does Clark want to say? For example, discuss what to eat for dinner? Or maybe there's something wrong with the school, has Lana looked for herself, or whatever.

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

"You go into the house."

A warning rose in Clark's mind, urging his adoptive father, Jonathan, to hide in the house.

He squinted? Look in the direction the sound came from.

It's a flying machine!

Almost instantaneously, it had come to the skies above Kent Farm.

Slow landing? The hatch opened, revealing several figures in pitch-black armor.

They have helmet-like breathing apparatus wrapped around their faces? Exudes a sense of oppression.

"It's a familiar breath."

Clark put down his axe and watched the uninvited guests.

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

"Who are you?"

Clark asked.

Whatever? Always have to figure it out before you fight? What is the other party's name and who is it.

Carl Eyre...... Superman ......"

The female commander at the head tilted her head and said softly.

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

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

Clark shook his head.

When he saw an alien spaceship descending on Earth before, he also wondered if it was his own compatriots.

But now, young Superman has dismissed the idea.

"My alien name is Kakarot, and I'm from the planet Saiyan."

Clark said solemnly.

He never doubted what his eldest cousin said.

"What a mess ......"

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

"Karl El, son of Joe El, a Kryptonian clansman, General Zod has ordered you to hand over the Fertility Code!"

Clarke's head also had a series of question marks popping up in his head.

Krypton?

Maternity Code?

What's that?

"Where was the ship you were on when you came to this Earth?"

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

Because it seems that the other party does not know the existence of the birth code, his eyes are full of doubts.

Clark didn't answer, but he wasn't good at lying, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced subconsciously at the barn on Kent Farm.

"I see."

The female commander nodded in satisfaction.

Bend your legs slightly, and jump with force.

The whole person jumped into the air as if he had stepped on a spring.

Then, like a cannonball, it smashed into the barn.

Bang!

The ground shook a little.

The resolute female commander opened the closed spaceship with her bare hands, and puffs of dust came to her face.

After a few glances, she found no fertility code, and slammed open the barn again, landing in front of Clark.

"I ask again, where is the Maternity Code?"

This time, the attitude of the female commander has become much worse and seems to have lost patience.

The Fertility Code is about the great goal of rebuilding Krypton, and it must not be missed.

"You broke into my house, smashed my house, and behaved in such an unfriendly manner...... I think I should teach you what politeness is. ”

Rao is Clarke's good temper, and he can't help but be annoyed by the female commander's reckless behavior.

"They're your relatives, right?"

Krypton's female commander seemed to smile, and her gaze crossed Clark to see the two humans in the room.

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

Clark, who was about to continue reasoning, changed his face drastically, and his body suddenly took off, trying to resist the car with both hands.

The weight of more than a ton was pressed down, and the young superman who did not adjust his posture in time failed to catch it and fell directly into the house.