Besides, Clark had always felt an instinctive wariness toward the hologram before him.
To be honest, he could not even be sure whether the person before him was his father.
An AI program without even a physical body had presented some old information Solomon had already told him at their very first meeting, then frantically tried to drive a wedge between him and Solomon, even producing a black combat suit with a control backdoor.
If not for the "S" on the other party's chest, identical to the one on his necklace, Clark would have questioned his identity.
Jor-El was so perceptive that he saw through the resistance and suspicion in Clark's eyes at a glance.
"Carl, I know you're wary of me. But everything I've done has been for you and for Earth's safety."
Jor-El softened his tone.
"If I really have guessed wrong, and Solomon is a kindhearted man like you, he'll understand your caution when the truth comes out. He won't blame you. And I promise you, this suit won't behave abnormally under ordinary circumstances. I'll only forcibly activate it at the very last moment, when a truly existential crisis strikes."
If the S-Shield on this combat suit and the S-Shield on the hologram's clothes had not matched the S-Shield on his key, he really would have questioned the other party's identity.
Clark took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his tangled thoughts.
He stepped forward, his gaze lingering briefly on the black-and-silver combat suit that exuded a dark aura, then finally reached out and took it down.
"I'll bring him the suit."
Clark turned around, his blue eyes looking straight at Jor-El's hologram, and said firmly:
"Whether he wears it is his choice."
Meanwhile, deep in the boundless universe, an enormous spaceship resembling a black behemoth sailed