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"Sir, Master Clark is missing."

The mage who was teaching Ruiwen how to use magic stopped, he turned his head and asked, "Are you sure?"

Alfred's face was scowling, both personally and for the world, whether it was Clark Kent or Superman, he was worried about him.

"Yes, sir, the vital locator that Mr. Bruce used to monitor Mr. Clark disappeared, along with his mother, Martha Kent. And his girlfriend, Louise Lane."

The mage turned his head and said to Ruiwen, "It seems that we are entering free practice time, my apprentice."

The girl with scarlet thorns on her forehead nodded lightly, even though she no longer needed to suppress her feelings, it had become a habit for so many years. Obviously it didn't change in a day or two, but that's fine. A mage who can force himself to remain calm can prevail in any situation.

He walked over to Alfred and walked with the butler towards the underground Batcave. As he walked, he asked, "Can you confirm the accuracy of this news?"

"I am 100% sure that the detector was made by Mr. Clark himself and given to him. It uses Kryptonian technology. Even when he flew into space for a long journey a few years ago, we can still monitor his signal. But now it has completely disappeared, and it is not a life alarm, but the signal source has disappeared..." The old man replied with a worried face.

"Very well, I see. Phew, it's really one after another, isn't it?" the Master let out a sigh of relief, he said.

"Stop talking about that, Alfred. What did your master say?"

"He wanted to move, and Jason held him down."

"Good boy, well done. Just let that transvestite sit in the office obediently, this matter... let me handle it," he said softly.

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The first thing Clark Kent felt was not pain, but some kind of weird nothingness.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the dark, surrounded by silence, and even with his super hearing, he couldn't hear anything.

His hands were bound, and he tried to exert force, only to find that the strength that he had always used to be unfavorable was no longer effective at this time. The rope seemed to absorb kinetic energy, and his strength was like a mud ox into the sea.

Such advanced technology...

In addition to worrying, he couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous, even ridiculous.

Someone actually tied Superman's hands and feet with ropes.

He smiled, raised his hand, and blew a stream of air out of his mouth, instantly turning the specially made black rope into solid ice. Then there was a hot look in the eyes, and the rope was easily broken. The legs were also untied by him in the same way.

He stood up and wanted to fly. But his biological stance did not respond to him as before, instead, a sense of stickiness came over him.

Thousands of times the gravity of the Earth was on him - but Superman could handle it.

Superman stood up as usual, this level of drizzle to him. Although he has never considered himself to be a god among men, this title is most suitable for him.

In the darkness, a voice began to speak to him: "Hello, Carl El."

"Who's talking?" cried Superman. "If you're going to talk to me, show up."

The voice gave a low chuckle, and he replied, "Trust me, Carl El. You don't want to see my face, oh, I swear to your dead father... you never want to see it. arrived."

Superman wasn't angry, and it wasn't enough to make him lose his mind: "If your plan is to verbally disgust me with this despicable method, you're not going to succeed."

The tone of the voice became softer and softer: "Are you sure... do you really want to know who I am?"

Before Superman could answer, the darkness faded, the fluorescent light came on, and a man he had never imagined stood there and smiled at him.

Superman stepped back a few steps, and his super vision penetrated the man's body in an instant - he did exist, and he was indeed an earthling. It's not an illusion, or something like a robotic skin.

That was his biological father, Joe Al.

Clark Kent will never forget that face that resembled him. Because of this, he was even more confused. Because he knew that Joe Al couldn't do such a thing.

Could it be the artificial intelligence on his spaceship? But his character is exactly like the real Joe Al...no reason to do that. And, the real Joe Al is dead.

As early as the moment Krypton exploded, he was already dead.

"What? You don't plan to ask me, okay? We finally meet again as father and son... You treat me like this?" The thing with his biological father's face on his face said slyly.

Superman clenched his fists, feeling angry for the first time.

He replied solemnly: "You're not him, I don't know what you are, but you're definitely not him. The Joe Al I know wouldn't kidnap my mother, my girlfriend. Even bringing me this without a word. place, tie my hands and feet."

The thing was incensed: "Your mother?! Your—mother?! Your mother was Laura El, a Kryptonian! What's the deal with that damn old woman of Earth?" They're just monkeys!"

A sneering smile appeared on Superman's mouth: "Look, you are definitely not him. Joe El himself told me that Kryptonians are not nobler than Earthlings. We are all the same, whether a person's identity is noble or not. His blood has nothing to do with it...it has everything to do with his heart."

The creature calmed down. "Call it what you want, Carl El. That's the truth. I'm Joe El, your biological father. Now, let me tell you something."

His voice fell, and the white space around him changed again, from an empty space to a dark universe. Hundreds of Kryptonian battleships were floating in the universe, and Superman's eyes penetrated the walls, and he could see the hundreds of Kryptonian soldiers on board, fully armed and murderous.

The thing opened its hands and said in a frenzied tone: "Look, Kal-El! The reconstruction of Krypton is today! As long as we take Earth!"

He pointed to Superman's back. Superman doesn't need to look back to know that behind him is Earth.

"Looks like this can't be avoided." Clark Kent closed his eyes, at this moment, he was not Superman.

When he opened his eyes again, intense anger had flooded his entire face: "Before I kill all of you—you'd better tell me where you got my mother and Louise."

The creature just smiled sarcastically.