What bad intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 109 Humanity Will Never Surrender to You

Editor-in-Chief White was reading the manuscript given to him by Louis Lane, who was standing in front of his desk.

"...That is, the object and its passengers are not products of the earth..."

With a snap, he threw the paper on the table.

"I really can't report it, no matter how you change it, Louis." Editor-in-Chief White said.

"We have discussed it many times. Maybe half of it is your hallucination."

"But the civilian contractor proved..."

"Ah uh--" But before Louis finished speaking, he was interrupted by Editor-in-Chief White waving his hand.

"I'll tell you again, Louis. My opinion now is no different from what I said a few days ago. The Pentagon denies the existence of the ship--"

"Of course they deny it! They should deny it because they are the Pentagon!" Louis said anxiously:

"Perry! Please, we are talking about me, I am a Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter."

"Then act like a famous reporter!" Editor-in-Chief White's voice was also a little angry: "I will not report the story of aliens hiding among ordinary people. Absolutely not."

Louis did not speak.

Editor-in-Chief White sighed.

"Haven't you already published your article in collaboration with that tabloid reporter Woodburn? That's it, Louis."

"That article is suitable for publication on his toxic website full of lies, and it can't appear in the Daily Planet."

Louis opened his mouth: "My article just happened to be leaked on the Internet..."

"Okay, don't make such excuses. I have acquiesced to your behavior. You should be content, Miss Ryan."

Editor-in-Chief White said:

"I told you not to follow that line, but you let it spread all over the Internet. The publisher wanted to sue you, but I blocked it. So Louis - two weeks of unpaid leave, I am polite to you. But my tolerance is not unlimited.

"That's it for this time, but if you dare to do it again, I will really fire you."

They looked at each other for a while.

"So, Louis, I'm telling you the truth, don't follow it anymore, it's for your own good. "

Editor-in-Chief White's tone slowed down slightly:

I believe you have discovered something, Louis. I don't think your clues are worthless. But giving up is definitely the right choice, which is good for everyone."

He whispered: "If people know that there are such people on Earth, can you imagine how people will react?"

"Okay." Louis said.

Editor-in-Chief White shook his head:

"You can go out."

...

Martha Kent has recently felt that everyone she knows is weird.

This afternoon, she went to a small town cake shop a few kilometers away to pick up the cake she had ordered a few days ago. Although the owner was very enthusiastic, he acted as if he had no idea that she had ordered a cake.

It's really weird. She had agreed with the other party two days ago and even paid the deposit. No matter how busy the other party is, he won't forget about the business, right?

And the owner's temperament has changed a lot. She remembered that he was quite lazy before, but now he looks diligent and unparalleled. He also took the initiative to pay her double the deposit.

What is going on?

Martha walked around the town with a lot of questions in her head, but she found that everyone in the town had changed their temperament.

The hardworking people became lazy, the indifferent people became enthusiastic...

This was too weird, it was as if countless excellent actors replaced these people in the town, and then performed the roles incorrectly according to their own understanding.

Could it be that they were all replaced by some monsters that could transform? Just like in "The Thing"?

(Note: In the movie "The Thing", the alien monsters will turn into their appearance after eating living people.)

Martha Kent thought of the movie she watched a few days ago, and her brain was a little scattered, but then she shook her head and laughed dumbly.

Haha, how is it possible?

Oh, speaking of this movie, this movie really vilifies aliens too much, and her Clark baby is not such a scary alien.

Martha Kent thought as she closed the car door and took out large and small bags of daily necessities and a cake from the back seat. After paying a double deposit, the owner of the cake shop insisted on sending a cake as apology, but Martha also paid firmly.

She turned her head and saw that on the top of the hill in the distance, her beloved son Clark was doing combat training with the man named Bruce Wayne. This was their daily routine for the past three days.

Clark didn't mention the mysterious Mr. Wayne to him much, but she already knew that the other party was the billionaire in Gotham and the boss of the Daily Planet where his son was now working. As for the rest? Her son didn't say it, and Martha wouldn't ask.

Clark had grown up and had the ability to handle social situations on his own. And she only needed to watch him go.

On the other side.

Ugh!

Clark never thought that his introduction to combat actually started with practicing to stop himself from vomiting.

When Bruce Wayne first gave him a whiff of the Super Stink Bomb, he vomited on the spot, but the other party said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, you feel disgusted, and Zod feels even more disgusted, but you have been smelling this stench for a long time, and he is definitely not as tolerant as you. What you have to do is to beat him into a cookie despite the disgust..." Clark barely controlled his breathing.

He knew that what Mr. Wayne said was right. After several days of torture on his sense of smell, he could now suppress the physiological urge to vomit even if he smelled such a stench.

And what he admired most was that Mr. Wayne seemed to be fine and walked freely even though he was in such a stench.

What kind of hard training must he have gone through to be able to suppress his physiological reaction of vomiting!

"Okay, your mother is back."

Chen Tao saw Martha Kent's car appear on the horizon, so he sprayed the antidote specially made by Poison Ivy into the air:

"Let's stop here for today's training."

The stench in the air was quickly neutralized by the antidote, reducing the stench to a level that would not be fatal.

But Chen Tao still silently maintained the full metallization of the respiratory system in his nasal cavity, and did not dare to inhale any stench at all. He also saw Clark's miserable condition of vomiting and diarrhea during practice, and he didn't want to try it himself.

"I'll come back to train with you tomorrow. Remember the attacking moves I taught you." He said to Clark, and then, without even waiting for the other party to answer, he turned into a bat made of nanorobots and flew away in a hurry. After teaching Clark, he still had to train with Poison Ivy.

Clark kept waving behind him.

He finally sprayed himself with Poison Ivy's antidote to dispel the remaining stench. After all, he didn't use stink bombs to directly detonate himself, and the stench that was contaminated quickly dissipated under the antidote.

Then he jumped off the cliff and flew back to his home in suspension.

He stretched his body like a bird, broke free from gravity, and flew over the low wheat fields, bringing up waves of wheat, floating with the evening breeze blowing on the ridges of Kent Farm.

In the sunset, his mother Martha Kent stood in front of the house, with a car parked next to it, carrying large and small bags of daily necessities in her hands, and smiling at her beloved son who returned in the sunset.

There is nothing more beautiful than this.

"Oh, look at my son, a great boy."

Clark hugged her, then took the things in her hand, lifted the car with his bare hands, and put it in the garage.

"Hey, Mom."

"What's wrong?"

Clark opened his mouth. This matter has been lingering in his mind for the past few days. He wanted to tell Martha Kent about General Zod, but when the words came to his lips, he finally gave up.

He changed to tell Martha something more worthy of joy.

"Nothing. I found it."

"Who?"

"My parents, my people. I know my origins now."

"Ah, that's great, Clark. So happy for you." Martha answered him, she was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.

Clark sat with her on the stairs in front of the Kent house.

"When you were still in your cradle, I stayed by your crib all night to listen to your breathing. It was not easy for you."

Martha Kent fell into memories, she seemed a little dazed.

"You work hard, and I worry about you all the time."

"Are you afraid that the truth will be exposed?" Clark suddenly asked.

"No. Your truth?" Martha hugged her son:

"That's because you are so cute. We knew it when we first saw you. And I know that one day the world will find out."

"I'm just... worried that they will separate us."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere." Clark hugged her: "Mom, I promise you."

...

The Daily Planet.

"Hey, does anyone know where the ink cartridge is?"

Louis asked a little irritably.

Tomorrow she will have to go on a forced unpaid leave, so tonight is...

Then she looked up and saw all her colleagues walking outside.

"What's wrong?"

She asked.

"Oh my God, the news is reporting it, you have to come and see it." A female colleague told her. Her face was full of confusion and panic.

Louis followed her out. In the hall, everyone was staring at the TV.

A clear and huge spaceship appeared on it.

Then the headline of the news was: A real UFO landed on the earth.

Everyone looked at each other.

Perry White narrowed his eyes.

With a bang, the lights suddenly went out without any warning.

The hall was dark.

Kent Farm.

Clark was watching TV. He raised a bottle of drink and drank it all.

In the football game on TV, people pushed each other and the battle was in full swing. Clark heard Martha calling him.

"Coming."

He put down the drink and walked out of the room, and saw a huge spaceship in the night sky, shining as bright as day.

Martha Kent pointed at it, her lips trembling and unable to speak.

Bang!

The lights went out.

Clark turned his head slowly.

"Buzz...buzz..."

He first heard a low hum.

He slowly walked into the room and opened the door.

" You are not alone."

Clark stared at the TV.

"You...are not...alone."

In the dim room, the TV spelled out characters that were constantly flickering due to signal interference.

The scene of the meeting of the congressmen.

Lex Luthor and General Ryan both stood up. The string of characters was displayed on the screens of all the electronic devices in front of them.

"You...are not...alone."

The congressmen were silent.

"You...are not...alone."

Hong Kong.

"Tony Eoden."

Russia.

"あなたは個人じゃない"

Japan.

All over the world.

The same sentence is displayed on all electronic products. The sentence is repeated in the language of each ethnic country.

You...are not alone.

This string of characters reflects the pupils of every human sitting in front of the electronic product at this time.

"RRS also has this information." (Realistically Simple Information Aggregation, used to aggregate website news for easy reading.)

Louise heard her colleague next to her say: "It's also on the mobile phone."

A shrill noise.

Louise stared at the figure that was blurred by signal interference.

"I...s ... The hemispherical machine on his head came from Tetch's telepathic projection device. Poison Ivy had used it to detect the launch of nuclear bombs before.

"I have traveled across the vast sea of stars to find you."

"We had planned to establish contact earlier, but it took almost 10 minutes to analyze your various languages and dialects. After that, we had to determine a frequency that your equipment could accept."

"You really should consider unifying the language and getting a universal frequency, otherwise your species will accomplish nothing."

Dr. Hamilton turned his head to look at the expression on General Ryan's face. He clenched his fists and his eyes swept across the figure on everyone's screen.

Luther stared at the figure. He was breathing heavily and his face flushed.

"You sheltered one of my people."

"And now I ask you to hand him over." Martha Kent slowly walked to Clark's side, her steps even staggering.

"For some reason, he chose to hide his existence from you. He tried his best to blend in with you. He looks similar to you, but he is not of the same race."

Martha grabbed her son.

"If anyone knows his location, the fate of your planet is in your hands."

"Kal-El, do you hear me?"

Clark looked at the figure close to the camera expressionlessly: "Come out and surrender within 24 hours."

"Or let the world bear the consequences. If necessary, for the sake of innocent lives, I ask you to surrender in person--"

Lois Lane felt her legs go weak.

She leaned against the wall next to her.

"Can you hear me, Kal--"

Squeak--squeak!

But Zod couldn't continue.

With a burst of violent streaming and cross-interference sounds.

Louis heard the voice of General Zod: