North American Air Defense Joint Command.

Command.

This is the temporary combat center for twenty-four-hour observation of the giant spacecraft.

Once General Zod takes any action, the news will be sent from here, quickly notifying the armies of various countries and then responding.

Just two minutes ago, an American soldier seemed to have noticed something and shouted loudly: "The satellite detected an UFO, which came out of an alien spacecraft!"

"I need a clearer image to zoom in."

General Swanwick, who was in charge of the command center, said in a deep voice.

He is the highest commander of the North American Joint Air Defense Command and a well-known hawkish general in the Pentagon.

Whether it was Superman or Zod who made a public threat, the black general had no good feelings.

Swanwik believes that these outsiders have bad intentions, like a time bomb that can be detonated at any time, full of dangers.

This is also a common view of the military.

Most of the big bosses in the military have experienced the Cold War and have a strong psychological shadow.

Even without Superman, there is no General Zod.

The hawks in the Pentagon will also look for the imaginary enemy of America like persecuted paranoia.

"It's a suspicious aircraft!"

American soldiers enlarge the images captured by the satellite and project them onto the screen.

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

Like a blurry afterimage, it is hard to see clearly.

“Where is its goal?”

General Swanwick frowned.

It's not yet the 24-hour deadline, but Zod sent out a aircraft, what are he going to do?

"Kansas!"

The American soldier said.

"The aircraft was breaking into the sky above Kansas at 380 knots, and they did not respond to our calls and ignored our warnings."

General Swanwick was relieved at first that the aircraft was not for the Metropolitan or Washington, DC.

Then the dark face became deeper.

Without permission from any country or any legitimate reason, these guys broke into the US airspace, which was simply unfair and bullying.

General Swanwick picked up the phone at hand and called the Pentagon's encrypted channel. He decided to give these unscrupulous alien visitors a little color.

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

"A suspicious aircraft broke into Kansas with the intention of infringing on the personal safety of local residents. I need to mobilize a fleet of fighters to carry out fire strikes."

"Remember! The target is extremely dangerous! Once discovered, devastating violence must be implemented, and it must not be taken lightly!"

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Clark, who was far away in the small town of Kansas, had no idea that a Kryptonian aircraft was on the way.

He carried an axe and was like a real farmer, cutting firewood like a hill.

"Ha, I have a lot of strength."

Adopted father Jonathan said with relief.

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

After Clark finished his work, he didn't even have any trace of sweat.

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

"My biggest dream in the past is to inherit this farm and then drive a jet to sprinkle pesticides and play..."

Clark's eyes were filled with a hint of remembrance? The happiness of childhood was always so simple.

"What about now? Prepare to be a superhero?"

asked adoptive father Jonathan.

These days he talked to Clark about his future ideas.

"Help others? It can make me happy."

The young Superman nodded and looked at his adoptive father. He smiled and said, "This is what you taught me. Do you say that my arrival must have meaning? I have a certain mission."

"Although until now? I still don't know what that is, but I'm no longer confused, I found the direction."

Adopted father Jonathan knew it, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

What else does Clark want to say? For example, discuss what to eat for dinner? Or what changes have occurred in school, and has Lana ever found herself.

But his ears moved slightly, as if he could hear the harsh roar of objects flying at high speed rubbing against the atmosphere.

"You go into the house first."

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

He squinted his eyes and looked into the direction where the sound came.

It's an aircraft!

Almost instantly, it had arrived over the Kent Farm.

Landing slowly? The hatch opened and several figures in dark armor appeared.

They were covered with breathing devices that looked like helmets? They exuded a sense of oppression.

"A very familiar breath."

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

Can he feel the strong hostility emitted by the other party? He also has an unfriendly attitude.

"Who are you?"

Clark asked.

No matter what? You have to figure it out before a fight? What is the other party’s name and who is it.

"Karl Al...Superman..."

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

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

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

Clark shook his head.

When he saw alien spacecraft landing on Earth before, he also suspected whether he was his own compatriot.

But now, the young Superman has denied the idea.

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

Clark said seriously.

He never doubted what his cousin said.

"What a mess..."

The female commander said that her brows were slightly frowning, feeling that she and the other party were chatting across servers.

"Karl Al, son of Joe Al, the clan of Krypton, General Zod ordered you to hand over the birth code!"

A series of question marks appeared on Clark's head.

Krypton?

Fertility Code?

What is that?

"Where was the spaceship you were on when you arrived on this earth?"

Seeing this, the female commander changed her questioning method.

Because the other party did not seem to know the existence of the fertility code, his eyes were full of doubt.

Clark didn't answer, but he was not good at lying, and subconsciously glanced at the barn on the Kent Farm.

"I see."

The female commander nodded with satisfaction.

His legs bent slightly and he jumped with force.
To be continued...