Pinpointing the wandering Clark Kent amid the vast continents and oceans was no easy task.
Solomon carefully recalled the plot of Man of Steel. At this point, Clark was most likely still working odd jobs under assumed names in various corners of the world. The locations featured in the original were nothing more than an offshore drilling platform engulfed in flames, or a rural bar on the Canadian border filled with cheap beer and hormones.
But there were far more than thousands or tens of thousands of places like those worldwide.
He could hardly sit around waiting for some drilling platform to erupt in a towering blaze before trying his luck. That would be far too passive.
Aside from blindly asking around the world, there were really only two paths left.
He could head to the Arctic Circle ahead of time, conduct a sweeping search beneath those boundless ice fields, and dig out the Krypton Scout Ship buried deep beneath the ice.
Or he could go straight to Clark's safe haven-Kent Farm in Smallville, Kansas!
Anyone familiar with the plot of the DC Universe would never overlook Martha Kent's importance to that big guy.
At heart, Clark was an extremely devoted son who valued family above all else. His adoptive mother, Martha, was both his strongest and most vulnerable weak spot on this planet.
Solomon refused to believe Clark didn't keep in touch with his mom!
He was a mama's boy, after all!
You touch my mom, and I'll kill you!
Find Clark's mom, and he would definitely find Clark!
Having decided on his next move, Solomon raised his head almost imperceptibly, casting a sidelong glance at the corner of a high-rise rooftop concealed in shadow diagonally above the alley entrance.
Then his figure instantly blurred, and he vanished into