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"General, act immediately! Find the descendants of the El family, conquer Journey to the West and Lonely Fortress, rebuild Kryptonian civilization with the Codex of Life, Lex Luthor..." Fiora gritted her teeth and spoke bitterly.

"Please hand him over to me."

Zod nodded, about to speak, when a dark shadow flashed beneath his feet, and a man over two meters tall, with thick hair and a face full of scars suddenly appeared in front of him.

This person was completely different from others: long, gray-blue hair flew in all directions, and a pair of dark eyes seemed like two whirlwinds about to devour everything around them.

His body was incredibly strong, with layers of muscle that showed no signs of looseness, and his chest, abdomen, sides, waist, arms, and back were covered in scars...

He appeared silently, his feet off the ground, hovering in the air, like an all-seeing god, or a wise man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

This is a great historical figure.

Zod roared, "I warned you to knock next time!"

This person was aloof and his tone commanded respect.

"This is my spaceship. I'm the one who saved you."

"you...."

Zod gritted his teeth in hatred; if it weren't for the powerful person he was speaking to, he would have been court-martialed long ago.

“I heard your conversation, but I have another idea.”

Fiora paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to side with Al?"

“Joe has always been my friend and mentor. He was very good to me. I can’t just stand by and watch his child be killed by his own people, Carl…” The man’s face showed a look of longing as he said this.

"I haven't seen her in a long time, I wonder what happened to her."

Zod took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This planet is Krypton's last chance. No matter the cost, I will take the Codex of Life and rebuild Kryptonian civilization here. Speed, whatever you think, if you dare to interfere, I will kill you, even if it costs me my life."

The man named "Haishu" lowered his head, his gray eyes like two black holes. Just looking into those eyes made Fiora and Zod feel dizzy, as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and their faces turned pale.

“I love Krypton just like you do. I’m going to this planet to hide from Kal and Kara. Until then, you’re not allowed to do anything.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the person appeared outside, flickering in the void like a ghost, before transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the depths of the universe at an unimaginable speed.

Inside the airship, a pale-faced Fiora helped Zod up.

"General, you're alright!"

Zod stood up, leaning against the wall, staring intently out the porthole.

"Is he gone?"

Fiora nodded: "He's gone to that planet. He'll be there soon."

"General, what should we do? Should we, the 843rd Division, really obey his orders?"

Zod was silent for a moment, then roared.

Give him three days.

Upon hearing this, Fiora felt a strange sense of relief, even more so than a touch of gratitude she herself hadn't realized she felt.

Speed ​​is not just a Kryptonian; he is also synonymous with terror. His power and mind instill fear in all the high command. He is a changemaker, a more terrifying and radical changemaker than Drew Zod.

In an effort to strike at him, the Kryptonian Council even broke the law and forcibly banished him to outer space.

That's why he avoided the catastrophe that destroyed Kryptonian civilization.

"I never imagined he would save us."

Looking back on the agonizing days on the space station, Fiora felt both grateful and fearful.

...

Earth, Metropolis!

Xu Fu's departure did not affect the multi-million dollar city. The residents continued to live their lives from morning till night, spending their leisure time in bars discussing news about superheroes.

With the emergence of Batman and Superman, and ShowMe's relentless advertising campaign, superheroes have gradually become a news segment comparable to politics, entertainment, and sports.

Every city has its own hero, and for Metropolis, that would be Superman.

After several years of development, he has gained a large number of fans and become an omnipotent legend.

Chapter 1376 Hackers

Superman's fame didn't change Clark Kent's life much: he was still a reporter for the Daily Planet, but only for six months, earning less than a tenth of what his girlfriend made.

It's nothing, Louise doesn't care, and even if he did care, he couldn't change anything.

The job of a reporter was not as pleasant as he had imagined. Every day he had to collect articles: entertainment, sports, politics, and the core superheroes of The Daily Planet.

Batman v Superman is the focus of attention, and the recently resurrected Green Lantern is also one of the targets. Judging from the photos, Green Lantern is missing three fingers, and the editor deduced that there must be a hidden story behind this, and ordered him to do his best to uncover it.

OK?

Clark shrugged: What can he do?

Put on your combat suit, run up to Green Lantern, and ask him why you're missing three fingers.

That's so stupid.

Clark prefers writing his own scripts rather than those of other superheroes; he wants to tell the world that Superman is not a god, but an ordinary person who wants to do something for the world.

Hours of work passed in silence, until a strange voice called out.

"You like this planet."

Clark tensed slightly; thanks to his superhuman reflexes, he didn't immediately realize there was another person in front of him.

The newcomer hovered in mid-air, with long, gray-gold hair, dark and lifeless eyes, and a completely naked upper body covered with dense scars on his muscular physique.

Clark stood up, instinctively tensing his body.

"Who are you, and why are you in my house?" he asked, glancing at his watch. It was 6:00 PM. Luckily, Louise still had two hours before she got home.

"They look so alike!"

The visitor murmured to himself, triggering a buried memory of a familiar face. "Exactly like your father when he was young. The past is always so nostalgic."

“Joe, I’ve seen your child.”

Kryptonians!

Clark frowned slightly: this was the first time he had met anyone other than Kara who could speak Kryptonian.

How do you know my father's name?

"My name is Speed, and I come from Krypton."

Before he could finish speaking, Clark's expression changed drastically. "How is this possible?"

Two years ago, Kara traveled to the Kryptonian system aboard the Lonely Fortress to search for survivors, but to no avail. Clark had given up on the idea of ​​going back to see what had happened.

Since Krypton is gone, let it be history. There's no need to dwell on the past; what matters is living in the present.

He grew up on Earth and didn't have any particular feelings for Krypton.

The visitor seemed to sense Clark's caution and said slowly, "Where is Kara? Find her, and you'll know who I am."

"Do you know Kara?"

The visitor's tone softened, tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

“She used to bully me a lot when we were kids. I wonder if she still remembers what happened decades ago.” He paused, then added.

“Son, El, don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you, and I certainly won’t hurt Kara. I’m just here to talk to you as an elder and a friend.”

Clark remained silent as the mysterious man pressed down on him in a way he had never experienced before, as if a stone were lodged inside him, making it difficult to feel anything around him.

The caller claimed to be an old friend of his father's and also knew Kara. Maybe he really was from Krypton... After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and sent Kara a text message: "Do you know a Kryptonian named Xunlei?"

...

Many things in the world are a process of getting used to something from being unaccustomed to it.

When Kara first arrived on Earth, she disliked this backward and barbaric planet of life.

As she lived there longer, her senses changed imperceptibly. She began to interact with her surroundings, learned to enjoy food, integrated into society, and had a master, friends, and work (albeit under duress).

She herself doesn't admit it, but deep down, she has already regarded Earth as her second home.

The memories of Kryptonians slowly turned into images buried deep in her mind. In a few years, these memories will become history, and conversations in the city before and after tea will no longer be a novelty.

In short, she was content with her life and never thought about rebuilding Krypton until the news came, and everything changed.

"That's fast!"

Linda muttered something, straightened up, and ran quickly out the window, disappearing into the horizon.

Half a minute later, Linda, dressed in a business suit, parked her car in front of Clark's house. Seeing a tall figure floating in the air, she froze in place, terrified...

"Speedy, it's you, you...you're still alive."

"Long time no see, Kara."

A rare tenderness appeared in his guest's eyes. "So you haven't grown up yet during this time."

In his memory, Kara was a living, breathing girl. He never imagined that decades had passed and she still hadn't grown up. Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt deep in his heart.