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Chapter 233 This country is my lover

The shape of the Kryptonian spaceship is actually very strange.

From a distance, it looks like a huge octopus, entrenched high in the sky.

Its majestic mechanical tentacles have also caused doubts in the US military, which is now preparing for the attack.

What does this do?

If you look at it from the perspective of spacecraft design alone, these tentacle-like designs seem unnecessary.

But existence is reasonable.

The Kryptonians must have a deep meaning in designing this.

Now people know what the meaning is.

Just after the aftermath of Fiora's self-destruction was diverted, the portal was closed, and Lorraine and Fiora disappeared at the same time, people had no time to grieve and mourn, and new mutations appeared.

The Kryptonian spacecraft, which had opened its own energy shield and was preparing to meet the impact of the explosion, began to move.

They noticed that Fiora's self-destruction was ineffective and fell into doubt for a moment.

Is this method a special case, or is it something that ordinary people on earth can easily do?

They don't dare to gamble, and they don't want to gamble anymore.

Their most powerful killing move was finally used.

At this time, the Kryptonian spacecraft began to slowly descend, and the mechanical tentacles straightened out, like an interface, inserted into the earth.

The chassis of the spacecraft poked out the muzzle, and the blue energy light began to accumulate. The target was not any building or life, but the empty land underneath.

"what are they doing?"

Among the military, General Swanwick, who was responsible for guarding the Kryptonian spacecraft, frowned and could not understand this behavior.

The surrounding researchers immediately started busy working, analyzing the significance of the Kryptonian's move through energy fluctuations.

Then they came up with a disturbing explanation.

"This energy is not that destructive, but it is incredibly impactful."

The researcher analyzed, "And the target they are aiming at now is very likely not the ground, but the deeper core of the earth. But fortunately, the energy demand is huge, and this kind of energy storage will take at least an hour."

This answer may seem absurd, but it cannot be ignored.

If the Kryptonians' weapons could penetrate easily into the center of the earth, then they would definitely have the power to completely destroy the earth.

The researcher also said that this energy is not very destructive.

It's a complete contradiction.

General Swanwick opened his mouth to scold the researcher for talking nonsense. How long had it been before he could come to such a completely unreliable conclusion?

At this moment, the dedicated phone suddenly rang.

The researcher escaped death.

The general had a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "Put the phone through to the screen!"

It's definitely a big deal for someone to call me at this time.

The call was connected, and an unexpected face appeared on the big screen in the command room.

That was the president's most trusted aide, Edward Nygma.

Swanwick was a little confused. Logically speaking, although the staff represented the president, they generally did not perform liaison work. What orders did the president have that he actually asked Nygma to convey?

"Mr. Nygma."

The general saluted and took the initiative to say hello, burying his doubts in his heart.

And then, he heard the best news of the day.

Nygma said only one sentence.

"John found it."

Swanwick immediately felt a little unbelievable.

This John should be the John General Zod is looking for, right?

Did you find it so quickly?

Swanwick meant no offense. He had always been loyal to the federal government, but he had to admit that the news he was getting now was like a dream.

How long has it been since then?

General Zod even gave him a twenty-four-hour thinking period when he came to Earth.

Now a few hours have passed, and humans have actually been able to find the only alien among seven billion people?

Isn't it a mistake?

His knowledge is still too shallow and he thinks there is only one alien in human society.

Soon, Nygma told him the reason, which made Swanwick reluctantly accept the other party's identity.

"He came to us on his own."

Nygma said calmly, "He came to the White House, admitted his identity, and showed his specialness. Now he has been escorted to you."

A short sentence contains a huge amount of information.

Swanwick was almost certain that John was ready to die.

Otherwise, he would not have reached a consensus with humanity so quickly, and the president would not have let him come to this command post.

"Someone will tell you what to do next."

There was a hint of respect in Nygma's eyes, "Please receive that guest with the highest standards!"

He didn't say half of the sentence yet.

But Swanwick could already hear it.

The Kryptonian living on Earth must be ready to sacrifice for all mankind.

"I see."

General Swanwick nodded and said, "Promise to complete the mission!"

The big screen went off with a snap, and the phone was hung up.

There was a strange silence in the command room. The communications soldiers and researchers who stayed in the command room looked at General Swanwick at the same time.

They were not fools, and they understood the meaning of the conversation just now.

The Kryptonian who wandered to Earth has voluntarily made a sacrifice, freeing humans from the psychological burden of making difficult choices.

There is no doubt that this is a hero.

"Don't look at me, mind your own business!"

Swanwick felt a little empty in his heart. He called a few soldiers and went to meet the hero.

……

The sound of huge blades turning came from the sky, and a helicopter slowly landed.

Swanwick stepped forward to greet him, and the first person to come down was a secretary to the president.

Then, Swanwick saw a strangely dressed man.

This is a typical-looking blond white man with extremely sincere eyes. Even in such a desperate situation, he still maintains a sunny smile.

He was wearing a blue-gold battle suit with golden decorations, and the red cape on his back was swinging in the wind, like a real hero.

"Hello, I'm Swanwick, the person in charge here!"

Swanwick looked at the man's face and was a little curious about how he proved his identity as an alien.

"Hello there!"

The man shook hands with Swanwick, his expression showing no sign of the heaviness of imminent sacrifice.

On the contrary, it might be Swanwick's illusion. He felt that this person seemed to have some...expectations.

"I am the John General Zod calls me."

The man introduced himself, "But I don't use this name anymore. I would rather you call me a native of my motherland!"

The Homelander.

No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely patriotic name.

Swanwick couldn't help but ask: "This 'motherland' refers to..."

"Of course it means this country!"

The people of the motherland smiled heartily, showing eight flawless white teeth. "I have lived in this land for more than thirty years and have countless beautiful memories. I love this land and this country!"

At this moment, a man who was willing to sacrifice for the earth said such words himself, which made Swanwick extremely moved.

In fact, the words "people of the motherland" are still a bit reserved.

Not long ago, he said in front of the president: "This country is my lover!"

The image of an extremely patriot.

"General Swanwick, I know you have many things to ask now, we might as well go in and talk about it!"

The native smiled and said, "After all, I'm going to surrender soon. I want to at least have a cup of coffee before I leave."

"no problem!"

Swanwick immediately agreed, "Then please come to the command room. There is hot coffee there!"

Following the general's guidance, the people of the motherland arrived at the combat command room and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone seemed to be filled with great enthusiasm and curiosity, staring at it for a long time and unwilling to move away.

"Sorry, my subordinates were a little rude!"

General Swanwick suddenly felt a little embarrassed. If these people's unabashed behavior made the people of the motherland feel offended, then it would be a dereliction of duty on his part!

But the people of the motherland stopped the general with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, let them watch if they like!"

In fact, the motherland man did not feel offended at all. On the contrary, he felt an indescribable pleasure from the inside out.

He is the focus of the audience and a presence that no one can ignore.

This is what he really wants!

And this is just the beginning, one day later, everyone in the world will follow his example.

Then again, he had Lorraine to thank.

When he saw Lorraine going to stop the Kryptonian spacecraft, he was already on the arriving helicopter and saw the whole process from the helicopter's wireless TV.

He once thought that his performance today was going to be ruined.

For this reason, he has been cheering for the Kryptonians in his heart. The people next to him didn't know why and only thought that he was cheering for Lorraine.

Later, Fiora blew herself up, Lorraine disappeared, and the people of the motherland finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great, the Shadow Council's ability to do things is simply unparalleled.

Even their biggest rival, the inheritor of the Eternal Parliament, has become a stepping stone for them. Who can enjoy this kind of treatment?

Trading with the Shadow Council was indeed the most correct choice I had ever made.

He didn't even pay a price, he just needed to join the shadows.

So profitable!

However, the motherland man also had to admit that when he learned that Nygma's true identity was actually a member of the Shadow Parliament, he really felt that his world view had been subverted.

Does the legendary deep state really exist?

Is this country already controlled by the Shadow Parliament? !

The people of the motherland didn't know, so he could only obey Nygma's arrangements, and the other party assured him that everything would go smoothly.

Now, the people of the motherland have enjoyed the first bit of sweetness.

"General Swanwick, I know you are still a little confused about my identity."

The motherland man held a coffee cup and spoke out Swanwick's thoughts.

"But it doesn't matter. Everyone is here to watch now. I can prove my ability to you."

A rare stage and a rare audience made the people of the motherland unable to help but have the idea of ​​performing.

The more at this time, the more he wants to show himself.

General Swanwick was a little embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed, but he did not reject the proposal of the motherland for this reason.

"If that's the case, it couldn't be better!"

The motherland man smiled slightly and looked down at the coffee cup in his hand. A red light slowly accumulated in his eyes, and then in full view of everyone, two hot rays shot out from his eyes.

The ray swept over and the coffee cup immediately turned into ashes.

This unexpected development made everyone present stunned.

It's not like they haven't seen this ability before, some mutants can do it.

But the mutant couldn't control his own power at all and had to rely on special glasses to contain the laser and not harm those around him.

The people of the motherland have no such restrictions at all and can freely adjust their own abilities.

This is almost a dimensionality reduction blow.

After retracting the laser, the motherland man raised his head and looked around the command post. Wherever his gaze went, people unconsciously began to dodge, not daring to look directly at him.

On the one hand, the image of the motherland people shooting lasers from their eyes is still fresh in my mind.

On the other hand, they have become afraid of the people of the motherland.

This also makes the people of the motherland enjoy it very much.

General Swanwick finally closed his open mouth. As the closest viewer, he could feel the heat of the ray better than anyone else.

"It's just part of my ability."

The native said casually, "I also have super strength, extremely fast flight, and absolute senses."

Swanwick was beyond shocked.

Such a person would actually choose to surrender?

He hesitated and asked: "Mr. Motherland, we don't doubt your ability now, but we still have one question. Are all Kryptonians as powerful as you?"

"No."

The motherland shook his head and said, "These abilities are partly my innate talents and partly a gift given to me by the earth."

He wasn't lying about this.

Showmanship is his innate ability.

Swanwick couldn't help but persuade him: "In that case, Mr. Motherland, I have something to say to you."

The people of the motherland immediately made a gesture of listening attentively.

"In fact, if you are already stronger than other Kryptonians, surrendering is definitely not a good option!"

Swanwick explained, “There is nothing new under the sun, and trying to win peace by meeting the other party’s demands will only end up with even more rude demands!

"You can think this is just my personal opinion, but I do think that surrendering to them will never solve anything, but will only be the beginning of a full-scale invasion.

"They are very restrained now and specifically mention your name. Perhaps it is because they are afraid of your ability..."

Before he finished speaking, the motherland man interrupted Swanwick with a smile.

"You're right, General."

The native of the motherland said in an elegant and easy-going manner, "But I want to correct you on two points. First, I am not surrendering to them, but to human beings. I am not willing to stand on the opposite side of human beings! Second..."

He paused for a moment, and the people around him immediately pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the rest.

This is a speaking skill, and the people of the motherland enjoy this process.

"Second, they are not showing any restraint now!"

The people of the motherland looked at the surveillance screen on the big screen.

In the center of the picture, the Kryptonian spacecraft is still accumulating energy. At this time, the scale of accumulation has far exceeded that before, and time is running out.

The people of the motherland turned around and asked: "General, do you know what this is?"

Swanwick shook his head, he was also worried about what the Kryptonian spacecraft was doing now.

"It's transforming light."

The people of the motherland sighed and gave a chilling answer.

"This light will completely transform the earth, turning it into an environment suitable only for Kryptonians, but not for humans!"

(End of this chapter)