Editor-in-chief White was reading the manuscript given to him by Lois Lane, who was standing in front of his desk.
"...that is, the object and its occupants are not products of the earth..."
With a bang, he dropped the paper on the table.
"I really can't report it, no matter how you change it, Louis." Editor-in-Chief White said.
"We have discussed it many times. Maybe half of it is your hallucination."
"But civilian contractors proved..."
"Ah uh--" But before Lewis could finish his words, he was interrupted by Editor-in-Chief White's wave.
"I'll tell you again, Louis. My opinion is no different now than 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!" Lewis said anxiously:
"Perry! Come on, this is me we're talking about. I'm a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist."
"That's like being a famous reporter!" Editor-in-Chief White's voice also sounded a little angry: "I will not report stories about aliens hiding among ordinary people. Absolutely not."
Louis said nothing.
Chief Editor White sighed.
"Didn't you already publish your article with that tabloid reporter Woodburn? That's it, Louis."
"That article is suitable for publication on his cancerous website that is full of lies, but cannot appear openly on the Daily Planet."
Lewis opened his mouth: "My article just happened to be leaked online..."
"Okay, don't use this excuse anymore. I have already acquiesced to your behavior. It's time to be content, Miss Lane."
Chief Editor 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 blocked it. So Louis - two weeks of unpaid leave, I've been kind enough to you.
But my tolerance is not unlimited.
"That's it this time, but if you dare to do this again, I will really fire you."
They looked at each other for a while.
"So, Louis, let me tell you the truth, don't follow me any more. This is for your own good."
Chief Editor White's tone slowed down slightly:
I believe you have discovered something, Louis. I don’t think your clues are worthless. However, giving up is definitely the right choice and is good for everyone.”
He whispered: "If people learn that such people exist on earth, can you imagine how people will react?"
"Okay." Louis said.
Chief Editor White shook his head:
"You can go out now."
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Martha Kent feels like the people she knows are weird lately.
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.
Damn it, she made an agreement with the other party two days ago and even paid the deposit. No matter how busy the other party is, she won't forget about the business, right?
Moreover, the shop owner's temperament also changed drastically. She remembered that he used to be quite lazy, but now he looked like he was extremely diligent, and he even offered to pay her double the deposit.
What is going on?
Martha walked through the town with questions in her head, only to find that everyone in the town had changed their temperament.
Diligent people become lazy, indifferent people become enthusiastic...
This is so weird, it's as if countless excellent actors have replaced these people in the small town, and then performed each role incorrectly according to their own understanding.
Could it be that they have all been replaced by some shape-shifting monster? Like in "The Thing"?
(Note: In the movie "The Thing", alien monsters will change into their appearance after eating living people.)
Martha Kent thought of the movie she watched a few days ago, and her brain became slightly distracted, but then she shook her head and laughed dumbly.
Haha, how is that possible?
Oh, speaking of this movie, this movie really vilifies aliens too much. Her baby Clark is not such a scary alien.
Martha Kent was thinking as she closed the door of the car and picked up large and small bags of daily necessities from the back seat of the car, as well as a cake. The owner of the cake shop insisted on sending a cake after losing double the deposit.
As an apology, Martha firmly paid the money.
She turned her head and saw that on the top of a hill in the distance, his baby son Clark was having fighting training with the gentleman named Bruce Wayne. This was their daily routine for the past three days.
Clark didn't mention the mysterious Mr. Wayne to him much, but she already knew that he was the billionaire in Gotham and the boss of the Daily Planet where his son was now working. As for the rest? Her son didn't say anything, Ma
Sha won’t ask either.
Clark has grown up and has the ability to handle social interactions on his own. As for her, she just needs to watch.
The other side.
Ugh!
Clark never thought that his introduction to fighting would start with practicing preventing himself from vomiting.
When Mr. Bruce Wayne gave him the smell of the super stink bomb for the first time, he vomited on the spot, but the other party said nonchalantly:
"Don't worry, you feel disgusted, and Zod feels even more disgusting, but you have been smelling this stench for a long time. In terms of tolerance, he will definitely not be able to match you. All you have to do is beat him into a cookie despite the nausea.
..."
Clark barely controlled his breathing.
He knew that Mr. Wayne was right. After several days of olfactory torture, he could now suppress the physical feeling of vomiting even if he smelled the stench.
What he admired most was that even though he was in such a stinky environment, Mr. Wayne seemed to be fine and walked freely.
What kind of hard training it took to suppress the physiological reaction of vomiting!
"Okay, your mother is back."
Chen Tao saw Martha Kent's car appearing on the horizon, so he sprayed Poison Ivy's special antidote into the air:
"That's it for today's training."
The stench in the air was quickly neutralized by the antidote, reducing the stench to a level that would not cause death.
But Chen Tao still silently maintained the complete metallization of the respiratory system in his nasal cavity, and did not dare to inhale even the slightest bit of odor. He had also seen Clark suffer from vomiting and diarrhea during the practice, and he did not want to try it himself. p>
"I'll come back to train with you tomorrow. Remember the attack moves I taught you." He said to Clark, and then without even waiting for the other party to answer, he turned into a bat composed of nanobots and flew away in a hurry. After teaching Clark, he
I still have Poison Ivy training here.
Clark kept waving behind him.
He finally sprayed himself all over his body with Poison Ivy's antidote to dissipate the remaining odor. After all, he was not directly using stink bombs to kill himself. The contaminated odor quickly dissipated under the antidote. Then he jumped off the cliff and flew back to his home while suspended.
He stretches his body like a bird, breaks away from gravity, and flies over the low wheat fields, bringing up waves of wheat that float with the evening wind blowing on the field ridges of Kent Farm.
Under the setting sun, his mother Martha Kent stood in front of the house, with a car parked next to it, carrying large and small bags of daily necessities in her hands, looking at her beloved son returning in the sunset with a smile.
There is nothing more beautiful than this in the world.
"Oh, look at my son, what a great boy."
Clark hugged her, then took the things in her hand, lifted the car with his bare hands, and put it into the garage.
"Hey, Mom."
"What's wrong?"
Clark opened his mouth. This matter had been lingering in his mind for the past few days. He originally wanted to tell Martha Kent about General Zod, but when the words came to his lips, he finally gave up.
He changed his mind to something more joyful to tell Martha.
"Nothing. I found it."
"Who?"
"My parents, my people. Now I know my life experience."
"Ah, that's great, Clark. I'm so happy for you." Martha answered him, feeling a little sad and a little relieved.
Clark sat with her on the stairs in front of Kent's house.
"When you were a baby, I stayed with you all night long by your crib and listened to your breathing. It was not easy for you."
Martha Kent fell into memories, and she seemed a little dazed.
"You work hard, and I worry about you all the time."
"Are you afraid that the truth will be exposed?" Clark suddenly asked.
"No. Is your truth?" Martha hugged her son:
"That's because you are too cute. We knew it the first time we saw you. And I know that one day the world will eventually find out."
"I'm just... worried that they will 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 a little irritably.
She has to go into mandatory unpaid leave tomorrow, so tonight is...
Then she looked up and saw all her colleagues walking outside.
"What's wrong?"
she asked.
"God, the news is reporting on it, you have to come and take a look." A female colleague told her. Her face was full of confusion and panic.
Louis followed and walked out. In the hall, everyone was staring at the TV.
A clear and huge spaceship appeared above.
Here is the headline of the news: A real UFO lands on Earth.
Everyone looked at each other.
Perry White narrowed his eyes.
There was a bang, and the lights suddenly went out without warning.
The hall was dark.
Kent Farm.
Clark was watching TV. He raised a bottle of drink and drank it in one gulp.
During the football game on TV, people were pushing each other and fighting was going on. Clark heard Martha calling him.
"Coming."
He put down his drink and walked out of the room, and saw a huge spaceship in the night sky, bright as day.
Martha Kent pointed at it, her lips trembling and speechless.
Bang!
The lights went out.
Clark slowly turned his head.
"Buzz...buzz..."
He heard a low groan first.
He slowly walked into the room and opened the door.
"You are not alone."
Clark stared at the TV.
"You...are not...alone."
In the dark room, the TV spelled out characters that were constantly flickering due to signal interference.
The scene of the meeting of MPs.
Lex Luthor and General Lane both stood up. The string of characters was displayed on the screens of all the electronic products in front of them.
"You...are not...alone."
The MPs were silent.
"You...are not...alone."
Xiangjiang.
"tыheoдnh."
Russia.
"あなたは人じゃない"
Japan.
All over the world.
The same sentence is displayed on all electronic products. The same sentence is repeated in the language of each race and country.
You...are not alone.
This string of characters reflects the pupils of every human being sitting in front of electronic products at this time.
"RRS also has this information." (Simple information aggregation, used to aggregate website news for easy reading.)
Louise heard the colleague next to her say: "It's also on the phone."
There was a loud noise.
Louis stared intently at the figure that was blurred due to signal interference.
"I... Hey - I am General Zod. I..."
"I come from a distant planet."
Clark Kent stands in front of the television.
Chen Tao is sitting in front of the Krypton computer, with Lucius wearing a mask and Poison Ivy Ivy standing next to him. The hemispherical machine on his head comes from Taichi's mind projection device, before Poison Ivy
I once used it to detect the launch of nuclear bombs.
"I have traveled across the vast sea of stars to find you."
"We planned to establish contact early, but it took almost 10 minutes to analyze your various languages and dialects. After that, we had to determine a frequency that your equipment can accept."
"You should really consider unifying your language and creating a common frequency, otherwise your species will achieve nothing."
Dr. Hamilton turned to look at the expression on General Lane's face. He clenched his fists and glanced at the figure on everyone's screen.
Luther stared at the figure. He was breathing heavily and his face turned red.
"You protected one of my people."
"And now I ask you to hand him over." Martha Kent walked slowly to Clark's side, her steps even staggering a little.
"For some reason, he chose to hide his existence from you. He tried his best to blend in with you. He looks similar to you, but he is not of the same race."
Martha caught her son.
"If anyone knows his location, then the fate of your planet is in your hands."
"Kal-El, did you hear that?"
Clark looked expressionlessly at the figure approaching the camera: "Come out and surrender within 24 hours."
"Or let the world bear the consequences. If necessary. For the sake of innocent lives, I ask you to surrender in person——"
Lois Lane feels a little weak in her legs.
She leaned against the wall next to her.
"Can you hear me, Carl Ai——"
Bah—bah la la la!
But Zod can't continue talking.
Following a burst of violent streaming and cross-interference sounds.
Louis hears General Zod's voice:
"Wait. How is that 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 am here to tell you something: