N-A-A Chapter 109 Humanity will never yield to you
Chapter 109 Humanity will never yield to you
Chapter 109 Humanity will never yield to you
Editor-in-Chief White was reading the manuscript Louis Lane had given him, who was standing in front of his desk.
"...meaning that the object and its rider are not products of Earth..."
With a thud, he threw the paper on the table.
"I really can't report it, no matter how you change it, it won't work, Louis," said Editor-in-Chief White.
"We've discussed this many times. It's possible that half of it is your hallucination."
"But the civilian contractor's certificate..."
"Uh—" But before Louis could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Editor-in-Chief White waving his hand.
"I'll say it again, Louis. My opinion now is exactly the same as it was 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 exclaimed urgently.
"Perry! Please, we're talking about me, I'm a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist."
"Then act like a proper journalist!" Editor-in-Chief White's voice carried a hint of anger. "I will not report stories of aliens hiding among ordinary people. Absolutely not."
Louis remained silent.
Editor-in-Chief White sighed.
"Didn't you already team up with that tabloid reporter Woodburn to publish your article? Let's leave it at that, Louis."
"That article is more suited to be published on his toxic website overflowing with lies than to appear openly in the Daily Planet."
Louis opened his mouth: "My article just happened to be leaked online..."
"Alright, stop making excuses like that. I've already tacitly approved of 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 stopped them. So, Louis—two weeks of unpaid leave, I've been lenient enough with you. But my tolerance isn't without limits."
"This is the end of it this time, but if you dare to do it again, I really will fire you."
They stared at each other for a moment.
"So, Louis, I'm telling you seriously, don't follow this anymore. It's for your own good."
Editor-in-Chief White's tone softened slightly:
I believe you've made some discoveries, Louis. I don't think your clues are worthless. However, giving up is absolutely the right choice, for the best for everyone.
He said in a low voice, "If people knew that such people existed on Earth, can you imagine how they would react?"
"Okay," Louis said.
Editor-in-Chief White shook his head:
"You can leave now."
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Martha Kent has recently felt that the people she knows are all strange.
This afternoon, she went to a cake shop in a small town a few kilometers away to pick up the cake she had ordered a few days ago. Although the shop owner was very enthusiastic, he acted as if he had no idea that she had ordered a cake.
This is unbelievable! She had just made arrangements with them a couple of days ago and even paid a deposit. Even if they're busy, surely they wouldn't forget about business?
Moreover, the shop owner's personality had changed drastically. She remembered that the other party used to be quite lazy, but now he was incredibly diligent and even took the initiative to compensate her with double the deposit.
What exactly happened?
Martha walked through the town full of questions, only to find that everyone in the town had changed drastically.
Diligent people become lazy, indifferent people become enthusiastic...
This is so bizarre, it's as if countless excellent actors replaced the people in the town and then, according to their own understanding, wrongly performed each role.
Could it be that they've all been replaced by some shapeshifting monster? Like in "The Thing"?
(Note: In the movie "The Thing," the alien monster transforms into the likeness of people after consuming them.)
Martha Kent thought of the movie she had watched a few days ago, her mind wandering slightly, but she quickly shook her head and chuckled.
Haha, how could that be?
Oh, speaking of this movie, it really over-demonizes aliens. Her Clark Baby isn't such a scary alien at all.
As Martha Kent thought about it, she closed the car door, took out bags of daily necessities and a cake from the back seat—the cake shop owner insisted on giving her a cake as an apology after she had paid double the deposit, but Martha firmly paid for it.
She turned her head and saw her beloved son, Clark, training with a man named Bruce Wayne on a hilltop in the distance—a routine they'd been following for the past three days.
Clark didn't mention this mysterious Mr. Wayne much, but she already knew he was the Gotham billionaire, the boss of the Daily Planet where her son now worked. As for anything else? Her son didn't say, and Martha wouldn't ask.
Clark has grown up and is capable of handling social situations on her own. All she needs to do is watch her go.
the other side.
vomit!
Clark never imagined that his introduction to fighting would begin with practicing stopping himself from vomiting.
When Mr. Bruce Wayne first let him smell the stench of the super-foul gas bomb, he immediately vomited, while the other man stood by nonchalantly saying:
"Don't worry, you find it disgusting, and Zod finds it even more disgusting, but you've been smelling this stench for a long time. In terms of tolerance, he definitely can't beat you up. What you have to do is endure the disgust and beat him into a biscuit..."
Clark managed to control his breathing.
He knew Mr. Wayne was right; after days of olfactory torment, he could now suppress his urge to vomit even when he smelled the stench.
What he admired most was that, despite being in the same foul-smelling environment, Mr. Wayne seemed completely unaffected and moved around freely.
What arduous training it must have taken to suppress the physiological reaction of vomiting!
"Okay, your mother is back."
Chen Tao saw the Maserati's car appear on the horizon, so he sprayed the Poison Ivy's specially made antidote into the air:
That concludes today's training.
The stench in the air was quickly neutralized by the antidote, reducing its intensity to a level that would not be fatal.
But Chen Tao silently maintained the complete metallication of his nasal respiratory system, daring not to inhale even a trace of the foul odor. He had witnessed Clark's agonizing vomiting and diarrhea during practice, and he didn't want to try it himself.
"I'll come back to train with you again tomorrow. Remember the attack moves I taught you," he said to Clark, then, without even waiting for a reply, transformed into a swarm of nanobots and flew away hastily. After teaching Clark, he still had Poison Ivy to train.
Clark remained behind him, waving.
He finally sprayed himself all over with Poison Ivy's antidote to dispel the lingering stench. After all, he hadn't used a stink bomb to commit suicide, and the stench quickly dissipated with the antidote.
Then he jumped off the cliff and floated back to his home.
He stretched out his body like a bird, defying gravity, and swept across the low wheat fields, creating ripples of wheat that swayed in the evening breeze that blew along the ridges of the Kent farm.
As the sun set, his mother, Martha Kent, stood in front of the house, a car parked beside her, carrying bags of groceries, smiling as she watched her beloved son return home in the evening glow.
Nothing in this world is more beautiful than this.
"Oh, look at my son, what a fine young man."
Clark hugged her, then took the things from her hands and lifted the car with his bare hands, placing it in the garage.
"Hey, Mom."
"What's wrong?"
Clark opened his mouth, the matter having been on his mind for the past few days. He had intended to tell Martha Kent about General Zod, but ultimately decided against it.
He told Martha something even more exciting.
"It's nothing. I found it."
"Who?"
"My parents, my people. I now know my origins."
"Oh, that's wonderful, Clark. I'm so happy for you," Martha replied, a mixture of wistfulness and relief in her voice.
Clark sat with her on the stairs in front of the Kent residence.
"When you were still an infant, I stayed by your crib all night, listening to your breathing. That wasn't easy for you."
Martha Kent was lost in memories, and she seemed somewhat dazed.
"You're working so hard, and I'm worried about you all the time."
"Are you afraid the truth will be exposed?" Clark suddenly asked.
"No. Is this the truth?" Martha embraced her son.
"That's because you're just too adorable. We knew it the moment we saw you. And I knew that one day the world would eventually find out too."
"I'm just... worried they'll separate us."
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere." Clark hugged her. "Mom, I promise you."
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Planet Daily.
Hey, does anyone know where the ink cartridges are?
Louis asked, somewhat irritated.
Tomorrow she'll be forced into unpaid leave, so tonight is...
Then she looked up and saw all her colleagues walking outside.
"What's wrong?"
She asked.
"My God, it's all over the news, you have to come and see," a female colleague told her. Her face was filled with confusion and panic.
Louis followed him out. Inside the hall, everyone was glued to the television.
A clear, enormous spaceship appeared on it.
Here is the headline: A real UFO landed on Earth.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
Perry White narrowed his eyes.
With a loud bang, the light suddenly went out without warning.
The hall was pitch black.
Kent Farm.
Clark was watching TV. He picked up a bottle of beverage and drank it all in one gulp.
During a televised football game, people were shoving and jostling each other, the fight raging. Clark heard Martha calling him.
"They're here."
He put down his drink and stepped out of the room, where he saw a huge spaceship shining brightly in the night sky.
Martha Kent pointed at it, her lips trembling as she couldn't speak.
Clang!
The lights went out.
Clark slowly turned his head.
"Buzz...buzz..."
He first heard a low murmur.
He slowly walked into the room and opened the door.
You are not alone.
Krak stared intently at the television.
"You...are not...alone."
In the dimly lit room, the television screen displayed characters that flickered intermittently due to signal interference.
The scene of the meeting of the members of parliament.
Lex Luthor and General Lane 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 councilors fell silent.
"You...are not...alone."
Hong Kong.
"Тынеодин."
Russia.
「あなたは一人じゃない」
Japan.
all around the world.
The same sentence is displayed on all electronic devices. The same sentence repeated in the languages of every race and country.
You... are not alone.
This string of characters reflects in the pupils of every human sitting in front of an electronic device at this moment.
"RRS also has this information." (A simple information aggregation tool used to gather news from websites for easier reading.)
Louise heard her colleague next to her say, "It's on the phone too."
A sudden, jarring commotion erupted.
Louis stared intently at the blurry figure caused by signal interference.
"I... *sizzle*—I am General Zod. I..."
"I come from a distant planet."
Clark Kent stood in front of the television.
Chen Tao sat in front of the Kryptonian computer, with Lucius, wearing a mask, and Poison Ivy standing beside him. He wore a hemispherical device from Teach's mind projection system, which Poison Ivy had previously used to detect nuclear launches.
"I have traveled across the vast sea of stars to find you."
"We originally planned to establish contact earlier, but it took us almost 10 minutes to analyze your various languages and dialects. After that, we also had to determine a frequency that your equipment could handle."
"You really should consider a unified language and a common frequency, otherwise your species will accomplish nothing."
Dr. Hamilton turned to look at General Lane's expression. He clenched his fist, his gaze sweeping over the figure on everyone's screen.
Luther stared intently at the figure. His breathing was heavy, and his face flushed.
"You have sheltered one of my people."
"And now I demand that you hand him over." Martha Kent slowly walked to Clark's side, her steps even a little unsteady.
"For some reason, he chose to hide his existence from you. He tried his best to blend in, and he looks like you, but he is not one of you."
Martha caught her son.
"If anyone knows his location, then the fate of your planet is in your hands."
"Karl El, did you hear that?"
Clark stared expressionlessly at the figure approaching the camera: "Coming out and surrender within 24 hours."
"Or let the world bear the consequences. If necessary. For the sake of innocent lives, I demand that you come out and surrender in person—"
Louis Lane felt his legs go weak.
She leaned against the wall next to her.
"Can you hear me, Karl Eyre—"
Sizzle—sizzle la la la!
But Zod could not continue speaking.
A sudden burst of loud streaming noise and crosstalk.
Louis heard General Zod's voice:
"Wait. How is this possible? Who are you? How did you hack into our channel—"
Then she heard a deep voice.
"Hello, alien. I am Batman, a human. Zod. I've come specifically to tell you something:"
"Humanity will never submit to you."
(End of this chapter)