North American Aerospace Defense Command.
Headquarters.
This is a temporary operations center used for round-the-clock observation of the giant spacecraft.
Once General Zod takes any action, the message will be sent from here, and the military of various countries will be notified quickly, and then a response will be made.
Just two minutes ago, an American soldier seemed to have noticed something and shouted loudly, "The satellite detected an unidentified flying object. It came out of an alien spacecraft!"
"Zoom in, I need a clearer image."
General Swanwick, who was sitting at the command post, said in a deep voice.
He is the highest commander of North American Aerospace Defense Command and a well-known hawkish general of the Pentagon.
Whether it was Superman or Zod who issued a public threat, the black general did not like him at all.
Swannick believes that these outsiders have bad intentions and are like a time bomb that can explode at any time, full of dangers.
This is also a common view among the military.
Most of the big guys in the military have experienced the Cold War and have deep psychological shadows.
Even if there is no Superman, there is no General Zod.
The hawks of the Pentagon will also look for the imaginary enemies of America all over the world like they are being persecuted and paranoid.
"It's a suspicious aircraft!"
American soldiers enlarged the images captured by the satellite and projected them on the screen.
The alien aircraft was shaped like an arthropod insect and was extremely fast.
It's like a blurry afterimage that makes it difficult to see clearly.
"Where is it aimed at?"
General Swanwick frowned.
The twenty-four-hour deadline has not yet reached, but Zod has sent an aircraft. What is it going to do?
"Kansas!"
said the American soldier.
"The aircraft was flying over the Kansas state at a speed of 380 knots. They did not respond to our calls and ignored our warnings."
General Swanwick was relieved at first, that aircraft was not going towards Metropolis or Washington D.C..
Then the dark face became darker.
Without the permission of any country and without any legitimate reasons, these guys broke into the airspace of the United States. They simply had no moral ethics and went too far to bully others.
General Swanwick picked up the phone at hand and dialed Encrypted Channel of the Pentagon. He decided to give these unscrupulous alien visitors some color.
"This is North American Aerospace Defense Command, today's password is 'Trident'."
"A suspicious aircraft broke into Kansas with the intention of infringing on the personal safety of local residents. I need to mobilize a fighter group to carry out fire strikes."
"Remember! The target is extremely dangerous! Once discovered, destructive violence must be implemented. You must not take it lightly!"
Clark, who is far away in the small town of Kansas, does not know yet that there is a Krypton aircraft on the way.
He was holding an ax and, like a real farmer, he was chopping firewood piled up like a hill.
"Oh, you are so strong."
The adoptive father Jonathan said happily.
"You will definitely be a better farmer than me in the future."
Clark After finishing the work, there was not even a trace of sweat.
This little amount of exercise is equivalent to taking a walk after a meal, which is nothing at all.
"My biggest dream was to inherit this farm and fly a jet plane to spray pesticides..."
Clark has a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, the happiness of childhood was always so simple.
"What now? Are you going to be a superhero?"
The adoptive father Jonathan asked.
These days he and Clark talked about future ideas.
"Helping others makes me happy."
Young Superman nodded, looked at his adoptive father, and said with a smile, "This is what you taught me. You said that my arrival must have a meaning, and I shoulder a certain mission."
"Even now, I still don't know what it is, but I am no longer confused, I have found the direction."
The adoptive father Jonathan understood, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
Clark also wants to say something, such as discussing what to eat for dinner, or what changes have occurred in school, whether Lana has ever looked for himself, etc.
But his ears moved slightly, and he seemed to hear the harsh roar caused by high-speed flying objects rubbing against the atmosphere.
"You go in first."
Clark felt a warning sign in his heart, urging his adoptive father Jonathan to hide in the house.
He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
It's an aircraft!
Almost instantly, it had arrived over Kent Farm.
After landing slowly, the cabin door opened, and several figures wearing dark armor appeared.
Their faces were covered with breathing devices that looked like helmets, giving off a sense of oppression.
"A very familiar smell."
Clark put down his ax and stared at the group of uninvited guests.
He could feel the strong hostility and unfriendly attitude emanating from the other party.
"Who are you?"
Clark asked.
No matter what, before fighting, you must find out what the other person's name is and who he is.
"Carl-Al...Superman..."
The leading female commander tilted her head and said softly.
She could tell at a glance that Clark was Kryptonian.
"I'm not the person you're looking for."
Clark shook his head.
When he saw an alien spacecraft landing on the earth before, he also doubted whether it was his compatriot.
But now, young Superman has rejected this idea.
"My alien name is Kakarot, from the planet Saiyans."
Clark said seriously.
He never doubted what his eldest cousin said.
"What a mess..."
The female commander frowned slightly, feeling like she and the other party were chatting across servers.
"Carl-El, son of Jor-El, clansman of Krypton, General Zod orders you to hand over the Code of Fertility!"
Clark also had a series of question marks on his head.
Krypton?
Fertility code?
What is that?
"Where was the spaceship you took when you landed on this earth?"
Seeing this, the female commander changed her question.
Because it seemed that the other party did not know the existence of the fertility code, and his eyes were full of doubts.
Clark didn't answer, but he was not good at lying. He subconsciously glanced at Kent Farm's barn from the corner of his eyes.
"I understand."
The female commander nodded with satisfaction.
Bend your legs slightly and jump with force.
The whole person jumped up into the sky like stepping on a spring.
Then like a cannonball, it hit the barn.
Boom!
The ground shook.
The resolute female commander opened the sealed spacecraft with her bare hands, and a stream of dust blew in her face.
After glancing around for a few times, she didn't find the fertility code. She knocked open the barn again and landed in front of Clark.
"I ask one last time, where is the fertility code?"
This time, the female commander's attitude became much worse and she seemed to have lost her patience.
The Fertility Code is related to the great goal of rebuilding Krypton and absolutely cannot be missed.
"You broke into my home without permission, smashed up my house, and showed such an unfriendly attitude... I think I should teach you what politeness is."
Although Clark has a good temper, he can't help but feel annoyed at the female commander's wanton behavior.
"They are your relatives, right?"
The female commander of Krypton seemed to smile. She looked past Clark and saw the two humans in the room.
She walked up to the house and overturned a jeep.
Clark, who was about to continue reasoning, changed his expression greatly, and suddenly jumped into the air, trying to resist the car with both hands.
The weight of more than a ton came down, and the young Superman, who did not adjust his posture in time, was unable to catch it and fell directly into the house.