Friday night.
The news of the bombing at the amusement park in the afternoon spread throughout the city within half a day, shocking the entire metropolis. Several large hospitals close to each other were instantly bustling. All emergency rooms were illuminated with red lights, and life was rescued behind every door.
On TV hanging in the waiting room for family members of the emergency department, a female host with curly black hair was broadcasting the shocking explosion two hours ago. Now, every channel on all channels is repeating similar content. Jay has been floating outside the white brick walls of the hospital after taking the last injured old lady to the emergency room, listening to the denunciations from all walks of life on TV.
Kara floated beside him and whispered: "It's been so long since I've been on Earth... and I still can't fully understand some of the ways humans do. Like why some people choose older adults and children as competing interests. Target? How could they be so... cruel?"
"Humans are like this sometimes, and you'd be surprised what the darkness of the heart can induce them to do." Jay had calmed down by this time, and he took Kara's hand and said, "People... can be complicated. Sometimes they can show you how powerful the light of the heart can be, and sometimes they can amaze you with how dark they can be."
The two floated in the night sky, holding hands, silent for a while. The evening wind blew from the direction of the downtown, swaying the two bright red cloaks and Kara's long golden hair, bringing the unique urban atmosphere of the metropolis.
The curly-haired host on the TV was spitting out the details of the bombing, but this time she stopped abruptly.
"Ah, sorry, wait a minute...new information is several other stations and questions have received a video of a man claiming that he and his organization were responsible for today's bombing at the Met. We at this moment invite viewers to oversee the next video."
Immediately after the screen turned around, a man in blue appeared in the center of the screen, looking to be in his thirties. He has half bangs and piercing eyes that combine serpent-like cunning and falcon-like sharpness.
"All the people of the United States, and the high-level government, you can listen." He stared at the camera with piercing eyes and said calmly, "My name is Zeto Varadon; you can also call me' Sonar'. For too long, the world has ignored our plight in Moldova, but now the Independence Army of Moldova and I have finally caught your attention. My purpose is simple - I need an emergency meeting of the United Nations; seriously discuss our territorial sovereignty in Moldova as an independent country. If this does not happen in three days, more people will continue to lose their lives."
He said with a smug smile: "You have also seen the power of my bomb. No one can guarantee where the next one will be, maybe under your house."
The picture then turned into a mess, and in the next second, the video was cut back to the curly-haired host, who continued to broadcast: "The video ends here, and neither the police nor the government has responded to this yet... .."
Moldova? Jay frowned, trying to scour his memory for clues about the country, but to no avail. He's pretty sure he's never heard of the name, and he's gotten A's in all his history-related courses so far in his life.
"Looks like we know what to do with the weekend," Kara said.
"Have you heard of this Moldova?" Jay asked.
"No," Kara said, "but I think I know where to start."
Half an hour later, the Daily Planet newspaper.
Although it was past the end of getting off work, like every other newspaper in the city, the Daily Planet was still full of loud voices, even more than usual. The explosion in the playground kept all the journalists busy, and even the reporters who had gone home from work were called back to the newspaper by Perry.
Facing the two young visitors who suddenly appeared in front of her, the legendary female reporter Louise Lane didn't look surprised but instead showed a look she had expected and said, "I'm still thinking about you. How long will it take?"
Kara and Louise are already very close, but this is Jay's first official meeting with the comic book heroine. He said hello with some restraint, and Louise looked at him seriously and said, "So, you are the new superman at the top of the hot list recently. I have to say; you look a little shorter than in the photo."
Then, before Jay could answer, she smiled again. "Just kidding. That dress fits you well, and maybe no one fits that cape better than you."
"The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons"
"Ah, thanks," Jay said. "I'm still trying."
"Let me guess; you are here for Moldova." Louise carried a large stack of documents she had prepared on her desk, "These are all the information I collected before you came. Yes. You know this place in Moldova, right?"
The two looked at each other and shook their heads neatly.
Louise took a few pages from her large stack of documents and handed them to the two of them, and the two Kryptonians leaned head to head and studied the pages. Louise also introduced: "Moldova is a small place in the Eastern European bloc, or it used to be. After the world federal government was overthrown more than a month ago, a clear line was quickly drawn between the big countries. Still, Small countries caught in the middle can't regain their sovereignty so easily, and Moldova is one of them. It was split into several parts and merged into the territory of several surrounding big countries."
"Then they're pretty pitiful, too," Carla whispered while reading the introduction in the document.
"Territory, resources, people are always fighting for these things, and the history of wars of the same nature even goes back a long time... But these are far away; let's move on to the issue of Moldova." Lu Yi Si took out a few more pages from the stack of documents with two fingers and handed them to the two. This time, it was about the resume of the terrorist who called himself "Sonar", the arrogant guy talking on TV.
"Zeto Valadon, this is their leader." Louise said, "He is a genius, born in engineering, and a determined leader. He clearly said that talking is worthless, and he will put you in the dark. Death - I'd agree with this sentence if it wasn't terrorist. Now Varadon has raised an independent army, and the recruits are all devout believers, willing to do what Vardon said. The jihadists went through fire and water and were all tough desperadoes."
Jay frowned and flipped through the short pages of his resume, I; massive talent indeed. He calls himself "Sonar" because of the unique structure of his homemade bombs; the more sonic blasts he absorbs, the stronger the blasting power will be. The design is quite ingenious, and I have to say that he is indeed a genius.
He handed the pages back to Louise: "I guess their location won't be easy to find?"
Louise stretched out a finger and dangled it at the tip of her nose: "You never imagined that—they didn't want to hide at all."
Jay was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"The location of several of their boot camps and even the headquarters is not a secret. I asked for a little bit of CIA connections. I was shocked.
"So arrogant? Why? No one cares about them?"
"Complicated international disputes. The division of Moldova between major powers has not yet been completed. The forcible intervention of any country's armed forces will lead to many undesired consequences." Louise pinched her nose helplessly. " That's why the government hasn't made a statement until now, and I guess they'll just put some empty and cruel words to appease the people in the end."
"So that's it?" Jay couldn't believe it. "There may be more attacks."
"Well, the UN might discuss some compromise, but you can't expect too much from politicians who make a living by talking shit. Until then, the attacks may continue unless..." He glanced at the two people in front of him with mean expressions, "...unless a personal force decides to intervene."