Superman of the American Comics

"General, what happened..."

Zod returned to the ship and stepped on the bridge.

The Explorer Elton was the first to lean over, a little shocked.

He and the rest of the krypton warriors had a panoramic view of the previous battle.

The two sides of the confrontation raised their hands and feet, and the terror emitted by the addition of fists and feet is simply chilling.

Especially at the back, even powerful soldiers like general Zod fell behind.

It can be imagined how terrible the uninvited guest was.

"It's all right. It's solved."

Zod waved his hand, and he and Luke reached an agreement.

As the latter said, there is no point in fighting by force.

Looking at the relaxed expression of the other party, it is obvious that he has not done his best.

Wait until later, who wins and who loses is unknown.

Moreover, Luke is alone. He also has krypton spacecraft and his family.

If you really want to be the enemy, the gains will outweigh the losses and increase the losses.

"General, why did you let him in?"

Ilton, the explorer, caught a glimpse of Luke following him, looked alert and almost started the highest alert inside the ship.

"Have a good attitude, friend."

Luke swaggered forward with a smile on his face.

"After intense and intense discussion, your Excellency and I reached an agreement and decided to sit down calmly and have a chat."

The Explorer Elton didn't believe it at all.

He had never seen general Zod negotiate calmly with others.

In case of any problem, just hit it with your fist.

Only when you can't fight, can you resume rational thinking.

This is the way kryptonians do things!

Highlight one word.

Reckless!

"Right, your excellency?"

Luke looked over at the silent krypton general.

"Elton, you all step down. He is also a Kryptonian and our people."

Zod hesitated for a long time and held back the men around him.

He thought clearly that Luke's strength was not below himself - at least it seemed so on the face of it.

Both kryptonians and leaders.

There is no need to fight for the earth and other problems, causing both sides to lose.

"You said you could help us rebuild krypton... What good suggestions do you have?"

Take a deep breath. Zod chose to compromise and be soft for the sake of the overall situation and the mother star.

The tone was a little less stiff and softened.

"It's just looking for a livable life planet. It's not a problem."

Luke snapped his fingers and looked confident.

He was thinking about how to turn Zod and his krypton warriors into the Marvel Universe.

With such a group of thugs, the crazy Titan, the warlock Adam and the three empires of the Milky way should all stand aside.

As for rebuilding krypton?

As long as Zod no longer insists on destroying the earth, Superman will certainly be willing to cooperate.

Clark's ears have always been soft, just like his heart.

In the final analysis, the reason for the farce of fratricide is that there is a problem in communication.

One is stubborn and tough, and the other will never give in.

It's strange not to fight.

"It looks like you have the right goal."

Zod frowned.

Although he thought that a guy of unknown origin like Luke was not trustworthy.

But if the other side can really bring krypton back to life, it is not impossible to reach cooperation and even make greater setbacks.

In everything, the overall situation is the most important!

That's what Zod thought.

"Your Excellency, everyone who knows me knows one thing very well, that is, I will never achieve my goal with lies."

Luke raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth made a slight arc.

His eyes were calm and firm, which made people involuntarily willing to believe.

"Well, I can give up conquering the earth as long as Carl hands over the birth code!"

After a fierce battle, Zod, who realized that he was in a bad situation, finally let go.

When you can't achieve your goal with your fist, sitting down and negotiating becomes the only way out.

"Clark will promise. He's actually a good talker, but you're using the wrong method."

Luke didn't know where to take out a complicated and strange contract and handed it to Zod.

"Let's talk about the price, rebuild krypton and let Clark hand over the birth code... These are no problem. In return - you accept my employment."

Zod frowned and looked puzzled.

Hire?

what do you mean?

"Here is an absolutely fair and honest contract. After you sign it, you and other krypton compatriots will work for me... For a period of time."

"During this period, I need to follow my instructions and complete my tasks."

Luke's eyes twinkled, trying to look sincere.

If Mephisto, the old devil of hell, was present at this time, he would certainly recognize that the words on the contract were just a disguise.

The real magic effect is actually the magic mark hidden in the surrounding patterns, which is almost difficult to see with the naked eye.

Even if you see clearly, laymen without rich experience and magic knowledge can't understand the meaning.

This is the usual routine of hell demons.

Therefore, people in the magic world will be very careful and cautious when signing contracts.

Dr. strange Stephen strange lived on the streets for some time, penniless, and even wrote a best-selling book "a thousand notes on how to distinguish the devil's contract".

"For a period of time? How long?"

Zod didn't agree easily, with a touch of vigilance in his eyes.

"Thirty years?"

Luke asked tentatively.

"It's too long. We still have a lot to do."

Zod shook his head decisively.

He only wanted to devote his limited time to the great cause of building krypton. How could he work for lukbai for 30 years.

"Fifteen years?"

Luke asked again.

"Ten years! This is my bottom line!"

Zod narrowed his eyes.

After thinking about it, he gave an answer.

He likes the straight negotiation style, not so many twists and turns.

"Ten years, then."

Luke was so difficult, then shrugged and reluctantly agreed.

Finally, he specially stressed: "I value the spirit of contract, your excellency general."

"This contract will be notarized by the existence of a certain concept. Once it is violated, it will incur a huge price. Do you understand?"

Zod, without changing his face, took the contract from Luke and said coldly, "as long as you let Carl hand over the birth code, my men and I don't mind being a space mercenary for a while."

"Very good. You are worthy of your Excellency the general. Your speech is straightforward."

Luke clapped his palm and said with appreciation.

……

……

In Superman's cell, the metal gate was pushed open.

Bound on an operating table, Clark heard the movement and opened his heavy eyelids.

There was a white light above his head, which made him dizzy.

"Clark."

The familiar voice made his brain faint and suddenly shocked. Superman tried to see the man approaching.

Like a big cousin's voice?

The light dimmed and seemed to be moved away.

Luke smiled and asked softly, "are you surprised, are you surprised?"

Superman was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little surprised.

"Cousin, what are you doing here?"

Luke tilted his lips and whispered, "you've become a prisoner. If I don't come to the rescue again, what if they slice it by Zod?"

Clark felt ashamed when he heard the speech.

It was his recklessness and impulse that led to such an end.

"I talked to Zod and he decided to give up the plan to make the earth a new krypton."

Luke tore off the shackles of Superman. The atmospheric environment inside the spacecraft had no impact on him.

"Zod... How could he promise?"

Clark asked subconsciously.

From the previous contact, we can see that the krypton general is a stubborn and difficult guy to communicate.

"I knew it with emotion and moved it with reason, which made Zod realize his mistake. He not only gave up his original crazy idea, but also decided to work for me... All his life to redeem his sins."

Luke replied solemnly.

There is no time limit specified in that contract.

As long as you sign your name, Zod's soul will belong to Luke's underworld.

I was a worker when I was born, and I don't want to relax after I die.