NORAD Joint Command.
Command centre.
This was a temporary operation centre for 24-hour observation of the giant spaceship.
As soon as General Zod made any kind of movement, the message would be issued from here, quickly informing the militaries of each country and subsequently responding.
Just 2 minutes ago, an American soldier seemed to have found something and shouted, "The satellite has detected an unidentified flying object. It came out of the large spaceship!"
"Zoom in. I need a clearer image."
General Swanwick, who was in command, spoke with a heavy voice.
He was the highest commander of NORAD and a notoriously tough general in the Pentagon.
Whether it was Superman or Zod, who made public threats, the general didn't have any good feelings towards them.
Swanwick believed that this group of outsiders were up to no good, like a time bomb that could detonate at any moment, full of danger.
This was also the commonly held view of the military.
Most of the leaders in the military had experienced the Cold War and had some kind of psychological shadow.
Even without Superman and without General Zod...
The fierce and combative party of the Pentagon would also act like a paranoid person, looking all over the world for imaginary enemies of the United States.
"It's a suspicious aircraft!"
The U.S. soldier zoomed in on the image captured by the satellite and projected it on screen.
The alien craft was shaped like an arthropod and was extremely fast.
It was like a blurred residual shadow, making it impossible to see too clearly.
"Where is it heading?"
General Swanwick frowned.
'It hasn't been 24-hours yet, but Zod sent a craft out. What is he going to do?'
"Kansas!"
The soldier answered.
"The aircraft is flying over Kansas at a speed of 380 knots. They aren't responding to our hail and ignoring our warnings."
General Swanwick first breathed a sigh of relief. The aircraft wasn't going for any big cities or Washington, D.C.
Then, his dark face turned a little darker.
Without the permission of any country and without any legitimate reason, these guys trespassed into the airspace of the United States. This was simply unethical and deceptive.
General Swanwick picked up the phone and dialled the encrypted number of the Pentagon. He decided to give these unscrupulous alien visitors a taste of their own medicine.
"This is NORAD Joint Command, code name 'Trident'."
"A suspicious craft has intruded into Kansas with the intent to violate the personal safety of the local population. I need to mobilise a strike force of fighter jets."
"Remember! The target is extremely dangerous! We need to shoot on sight. They can't be taken lightly!"
...
...
Far away in the small town in Kansas, Clark was unaware that there was a Kryptonian craft on its way.
Like a real farmer, he carried an axe, cutting firewood that was then piled on a small hill.
"Ah, you really have a lot of strength."
Jonathan spoke with relief.
"You will certainly be a better farmer than me in the future."
Clark didn't even sweat after finishing his work.
This amount of exercise was equivalent to a walk after a meal. It was nothing at all.
"My biggest dream before was to inherit this farm and then fly a plane to spray pesticides in the field ..."
Clark said with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Childhood dreams were always simple.
"Now what? Planning to be a superhero?"
Jonathan asked.
These days, he and Clark had talked about their future ideas.
"Helping others gives me joy."
The young Superman nodded, looked at his adoptive father, and smiled, "You were the one who taught me that my arrival must have a meaning, right? I have some kind of mission."
"Although until now, I still don't know what it is, I'm no longer confused. I've found my path."
Jonathan understood, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
Clark wanted to talk about something else, like what's for dinner, or what's changed at school, or if Lana had looked for him...
But his ears slightly moved, as if he had heard the harsh roar of a high-speed flying object, causing friction in the atmosphere.
"Dad, go inside first."
A wave of alarm rose in Clark's heart. He urged Jonathan to hide in the house.
He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound was coming from.
'It's an aircraft!'
Almost instantaneously, it had arrived in the sky above the Kent farm.
Slowly landing, the hatch opened, and several figures in black armour appeared.
They are wrapped in a helmet-like breathing device, emitting a sense of oppression.
'A very familiar aura.'
Clark lowered his axe and observed the group of uninvited guests.
He could feel the intense hostility emanating from the other party and the unfriendly attitude.
"Who are you?"
Clark asked.
In any case, before a fight, he should always find out the other party's name and what kind of people they were.
"Kal-El ... Superman..."
The female commander in charge cocked her head and whispered.
She could tell at a glance that Clark was Kryptonian.
"I'm not the one you are looking for."
Clark shook his head.
He had previously wondered if it was his own people when he saw the alien ship descending on Earth.
But now, the young Superman denied this idea.
"My alien name is Kakarot, from the planet Saiyan."
Clark solemnly said so.
He never doubted what his older cousin said.
"What nonsense ..."
The female commander expressed a slight frown, feeling like she and her opponent were chatting in different languages.
"Kal-El, son of Jor-El, Kryptonian! General Zod orders you to hand over the Growth Codex!"
Clark also had a series of question marks on his head.
'Kryptonian?'
'Growth Codex?'
'What's that?'
"Where is the ship you took when you came to Earth?"
Seeing that, Commander Faora changed the way she questioned him...
Because it looked like the other party was unaware of the existence of the Growth Codex and had a puzzled look in his eyes.
Clark didn't answer, but he wasn't a good liar, subconsciously glancing at the barn on the Kent farm.
"I see."
Commander Faora nodded with satisfaction.
She slight bent her legs and jumped.
The whole person jumped up high into the sky as if she had springs on her feet.
Then like a cannonball, she crashed into the barn.
Boom!
The ground shook.
The thundering female commander opened the covered spaceship with her bare hands, and a cloud of dust came out.
After scanning for a few moments, Faora didn't find the Growth Codex. She crashed back out through the roof of the barn and landed in front of Clark.
"For the last time, where is the Growth Codex?"
This time, Commander Faora's attitude was much worse, and she seemed to have lost patience.
The Growth Codex was needed for the great goal of rebuilding krypton. There was absolutely no room for error.
"You trespassed into my home, smashed my property, and displayed such a hostile attitude ... I think you should be taught what it means to be polite."
Even Clark's good nature couldn't help but feel irritated by the female commander's unbridled behaviour.
"They're your family, aren't they?"
Krypton's Commander Faora seemed to smile. She looked beyond Clark and saw two humans in the house.
She walked up to the house and reached out to lift a jeep.
Clark, who was ready to continue to reason, paled, and his body jerked into the air, trying to deflect the car with both hands.
More than a ton of weight was sent flying. The young Superman, who did not adjust his posture in time, fell directly into the house.
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