The interrogation table is in the center.
John, who was tightly bound by the electric rings, slowly raised his head.
"Logically speaking... I don't have such a lame name, this is probably nonsense."
I don't care about your name.
Walker said coldly.
"Listen, no matter what kind of refugee you are, an orphan, or some kind of alien freak that fell from the stratosphere..."
Just half an hour ago, the U. S. Supreme Defense Council implemented a nationwide spectrum information blockade.
In other words, in the legal sense of this country, the person ' John Kent ' is dead.
General Walker leaned forward, his elbows resting aggressively on the edge of the steel table.
"Oh."
John just watched him quietly.
His pure blue eyes remained calm; he simply tilted his head slightly.
Then, he glanced at the artery throbbing rapidly at Walker's temple.
"I'm saying this guy's IQ isn't... General, if you want to waste your time talking to me about this..."
Forgive me for breaking my promise, it probably won't be of much use...
This time, it was Walker's turn to stare intently at him.
"That thing in the sky was coming for me; I'm sure everyone in United States knows that... including you."
John's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the cramped interrogation room.
"Perhaps your air defenses and nuclear weapons don't pose a threat to them... but I'm different, I understand them."
They only assigned me one high-altitude aircraft.
Or just open the door and let me fly up myself; I can guarantee I'll take care of all the trouble in the sky.
You're in charge of the ground portion... it's that simple.
"Oh?"
Walker's chest heaved a few times, and a sneer slowly crept onto his lips.
"Let you out?"
Walker straightened up, placed one hand on his belt, and looked down at John.
" John Kent, do you really think that eating in Kansas for twenty years and having a white face makes you so great?"
Does that give you the right to consider yourself a legitimate citizen of this planet?
"Ah!"
Walker slammed his hands on the table, his face almost pressed against John's.
The pungent smell of smoke and spittle sprayed onto the steel plate.
"Twenty years... You've been like a parasite, stealing water from this planet and breathing in the air that taxpayers breathe."
Now, those unknown space warlords in the sky are following your stench, sailing their warships.
It pressed down on our heads.
Then they'll gamble with seven billion lives...
Walker leaned over.
"Let you go...?"
What guarantee do we have that you won't just turn around in mid-air and hide away like a bug in the deep mountains and forests?
"... So, you're planning to keep me locked on the table?"
John raised an eyebrow.
The handover is already in its final countdown, but don't dream about it...
This may be one of the last, and perhaps few, moments of lucidity you can enjoy.
As he spoke, Walker turned around and gave the medical officer behind him a wink.
Immediately afterwards, the medical officer brought out a black briefcase and took out a 20-centimeter-long air needle from it.
Inside the transparent tube walls, there was a high concentration of dark green neurotoxin.
The needle tip gleamed with a cold, golden light in the dim light.
"This is a special central nervous system occlusion thrombus."
Walker said.
"After injection, it will directly penetrate your cervical nerve bundle, maintaining your organ function at the lowest basal metabolic rate."
Your motor cortex and consciousness will be completely blocked.
After that, we'll put you in a sealed capsule and send you to Nevada by high-altitude aircraft.
John looked at the thick, long puncture needle and a smirk appeared on his lips.
"What if... I refuse?"
You have no leverage to refuse.
As Walker spoke, he pulled open a drawer on the interrogation table.
Then they produced an emergency-signed document bearing the joint seal of the Department of Justice and the Department of Defense.
Then, with a "smack," it slammed down in front of John.
" Jonathan Kent, and Martha Kent... these are your adoptive parents, right?"
Upon hearing those two names, John slowly raised his eyelids, then looked at Walker with icy eyes.
Seeing John's reaction, Walker continued to stare at his face with a smug look on his face.
He lowered his voice and said, word by word:
"Concealing criminals, falsifying federal citizenship, and colluding with potential threats."
According to Article 9 of the Emergency Law, this constitutes treason...
Federal Marshals and Department of Homeland Security personnel are currently on the outskirts of Smallville's ranch.
"As soon as a signal is sent from here, they will arrest your adoptive parents within ten minutes."
Walker had John cornered.
"Imagine, a man nearing seventy... if he were sent to a high-security prison in Colorado."
How many months could his fragile heart endure in a windowless solitary cell in the underground prison?
As for your mother... Kent Farm will be permanently sealed off by the quarantine zone.
She will spend the rest of her life under the 24-hour watch of federal agents.
As he spoke, Walker drew the pistol from his waist, steadily cocked it, and slammed it onto the table with his hand behind his back.
"Comply with the injection, then get on the transport plane."
At least legally... I can still leave your adoptive parents a way out.
Before anyone knew it, the air in the interrogation room had turned cold.
The medical officer, holding a pneumatic needle, stomped his boots on the floor and approached John's nape step by step.
At this moment, John had already closed his eyes and lowered his head.
He was meditating.
I need to think about what method to use.
They can clean up this group of "scum" in one go, and afterwards there's no way to hold them accountable.
It was a long-dormant, unseen brutality, unique to the Homelander.
Like an oil-soaked fuse, it began to burn.
First, the alloy lock snapped off within 0.01 seconds...
In 0.02 seconds, he crushed Walker's cervical spine and then shoved the entire pistol down his throat.
After that, they breached the entire bunker.
Before anyone could signal Smallville, crush the Pentagon's communications switchboard.
As John's mood gradually brightened, he began to hum a little tune, his fingertips resting on the steel table sinking slightly.
The steel plate is twisted.
"Sizzle..."
With his eyes closed, the blood vessels deep in his eye sockets were rapidly becoming congested with blood.
Intense heat slowly accumulates behind the optic nerve, poised to erupt.
Thump!
Just a second before John was about to stylishly flip his hair and turn the whole house upside down.
The half-meter-thick, radiation-proof gate slid open suddenly to both sides with a creaking sound from the axle rails.
"...?"