Perry White gives Clark Kent, who has just returned from the North Pole, a three-day vacation.
Generally speaking, he would not grant such a long vacation to his reporters who had just visited the first scene in person. They should have worked overtime until the manuscript was published.
Have a holiday? If you think too much, how is it possible? No matter how big it is, it won't work. This is against the rules.
Even if the other person's reason for taking leave is to go home with Bruce Wayne to visit his mother.
etc.
With Bruce Wayne?
Perry White frowned and realized that things were not simple.
When Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent stood in front of him, he suddenly showed sharp eyes.
He looked to the left at the bohemian richest man in Gotham, and to the right at the handsome and tall Clark, and he immediately understood.
Meet the parents, right?
He waved his hand on the spot and directly approved a one-month honeymoon for them. Although Clark insisted that it didn't take that long, he, Perry White, is the most discerning person in the world - well, he finally approved it. Three days, Mr. Bruce Wayne thought was a suitable time.
Poor Clark Kent.
Three full days!
Editor-in-Chief White is determined to keep this matter to himself. He is the most rigorous person in the world.
Therefore, this is the reason why Chen Tao appears at Kent's house at this moment.
It's afternoon now.
Clark Kent and Chen Tao stood in the open space next to the barn of Kent Farm, next to the chicken pen and pig pen.
"Clark, now I am going to give you special training. I ask you to face this training with a very serious attitude."
Chen Tao was wearing casual clothes. This time he didn't wear the outrageously exaggerated clothes.
Alfred stood in the open space next to him.
"From now on, you have to call me Teacher Wayne, and I will conduct brutal special training on you in a short period of time just like Chiron trained Achilles to ensure that you are qualified for the important task of saving this planet."
(Note: Chiron, the centaur hero in ancient Greek mythology, usually appears as a mentor to various heroes. Achilles, the famous ancient Greek hero, is invulnerable, but has his only weakness: the ankle. In the end, he died because of this. and die.)
"Did you hear that!"
Clark felt a little weird, this sounded like some kind of pre-war mobilization meeting...well, this seemed to be pre-war.
So he said cooperatively:
"Yes! Teacher Wayne!"
"I can't hear you! I can't hear you at all! You still want to be a superhero when you speak so quietly?"
Clark was helpless.
"Yes!!! Teacher Wayne!!!"
"Good! Very energetic!"
Chen Tao told him: "When it comes to fighting, you definitely can't beat Zod."
"General Zod is genetically programmed to be a warrior. The fighting instinct engraved in DNA may be a metaphor for Earthlings, but to General Zod it is an adjective.
"So we have to prepare for situations like this."
Clark listened very seriously. Although he and Batman have only known each other for less than 16 hours, the authoritative image of this old hero and veteran has been thoroughly rooted in people's hearts.
The other party seemed to know everything, and nothing could be hidden from his eyes hidden behind the mask. Everything seems to be under his control, and his bohemian appearance is just a disguise, just like he disguises himself as the clumsy Clark Kent. Hidden under this mask is a smart, wise, and rigorous man. Super hero.
So when the other party proposed to give him a three-day special training, Clark was still looking forward to it.
The other party even knew the history of General Zod and Krypton - although he refused to tell himself how he knew it.
The method proposed by such a mysterious person must have a very significant effect, right?
"However, there are obvious weaknesses in directly engraving fighting moves into DNA: it will make his moves lack imagination and creativity, just like a precision-set robot or AI."
Clark heard the steady voice of Mr. Bruce Wayne.
"Only newly learned moves will be included in his memory. Their so-called "innovation" is bound by previous experience, so they lack the ability to deal with strange moves other than common moves."
Clark saw Mr. Bruce take out something from behind and put it in his hand.
"So, in the face of such a situation, I have customized a method for you to improve your strength in a short period of time."
"What is this?" Clark turned the thing around. It looked like a grenade, but he still didn't understand.
What effect can grenades have on Kryptonians?
"This is a special stink bomb."
Chen Tao answered him:
"Made by Poison Ivy, once it explodes, the stench is 3,000 times greater than what normal humans can detect, and is more disgusting than anything you can think of in the world. Moreover, as long as this thing explodes on the body, it will be difficult to wash. The flavor is marinated and retained for a long time.”
"Its stench has exceeded the limit of nature's ability to synthesize substances. Essentially, I think it is a magical creation - well, thanks to Ivy, while studying the two zombies, I can also distract myself from making it." Such a useful thing.”
Clark's eyes glazed over.
He didn't even ask who Ivy was.
Chen Tao continued to talk.
"I originally wanted to use poison gas bombs, but considering the physical problems of Kryptonians, the poison gas that works on humans may not be suitable for Kryptonians. So in the end I chose stink. At least in terms of smell, you and we don't have the same What a difference."
"Although I believe that with the degree of development of Krypton's civilization, there will be no instruments specially designed to remove odors, but I do not believe that such instruments will be equipped on a spacecraft like Black Zero that is specially used to dispatch prisoners. If this is the case, then Krypton will Stars are a bit too luxurious."
Then another bottle of potion was stuffed in Clark's hand: "Of course, it's not over yet. This is a super bad breath potion, made by Poison Ivy. After drinking it, it will gradually attack within three hours, and your bad breath will be enough to kill you." An elephant was smoked to death. Although the effect is slightly weaker than that of a stink bomb, don't worry, this thing has an antidote."
Then another bottle was stuffed into Clark's hand: "After drinking it, the odor will be neutralized little by little for 6 hours, and your breath will return to fragrance."
Clark held two bottles of potion, and his super brain stopped spinning.
"But the premise of these things is that you must find a way to break General Zod's mask. That kind of thing can help him isolate all microorganisms and various interferences from the outside world."
Chen Tao said: "When his breathing mask is damaged, Zod's first exposure to the earth's environment will make Zod's hearing, vision, and smell extremely sensitive, which will cause him great pain."
"If you blow a breath of stink into such a sensitive face at this time, and then throw those stink bombs directly on him, he will most likely vomit."
Clark heard him say some very wicked words in an extremely serious tone:
"If you spit a mouthful of foul-smelling phlegm into his eyes, the effect will be even more amazing. Oh, by the way, I remember you have cryobreathing. You should be able to envelop cold air in the phlegm, right?"
"That was frozen thick phlegm with a foul odor. It was enough to make General Zod lose all ability to resist, and he was so disgusted that he could no longer think of anything else except vomiting."
"Then you kick the opponent in the ass. I have studied the physique of Kryptonians. Your physiological structure is very similar to that of Earthlings. Even the Kryptonian generals who have fighting moves engraved in their genes were kicked in the a**. *It will also be so painful that I can’t stand up.”
Clark felt a little petrified, which was completely different from what he had imagined.
"And in order to break the opponent's mask, you also have to attack the opponent's weakness, for example, a good woman kicks (a high-leg kick) and then touches the legs..."
"But...Teacher Wayne, these...there is something to this."
Clark didn't know what to say: "This seems a little...formal."
He really couldn't find the right adjective.
"Clark, you can't think like that." Then he heard Batman say to him in a serious tone:
"Face, how much is face worth? If General Zod controls the entire earth, all life will be devastated. You are a farm boy who has never learned any fighting skills, and Zod is a murderous butcher with bloody hands."
"Do you really think you can beat him? Have you really thought about the consequences if you fail?"
"Martha Kent, Lois Lane, don't look at me like this. I know you are interested in her, as well as Editor-in-Chief White, and the Daily Planet. Do you really think that Zod will get you and then leave the earth with a satisfied pat on the butt? ?"
Clark Kent was suddenly speechless. He was silent for a while, then said:
"Yes, you are right."
His eyes gradually became determined: "Even if there is even the slightest possibility of improving my chances of victory, I should do it without hesitation."
"Yes, that's right!" Chen Tao said: "The key point is to attack the lower three routes. You have to remember that you are not fighting for yourself, you are fighting for the entire planet and your homeland."
"It's like a high-end version of "Father and Son". You have to become a loving father and beat up the unfilial son of Krypton. Compassion, do you understand? The main theme is compassion and love. This is a psychological attack-"
"I understand. I will study hard."
Clark said.
"That's right, listen to me. From now on, you have to practice supersonic egg-breaking kicks and supersonic eye-poking hands every day, and try to develop these into passive instincts. As long as you move fast enough, Zod will be If you can practice your fighting skills to perfection, you will still have to suffer in front of you."
Chen Tao said: "I also customized a super belt for you. When the time comes, you can stuff all the stink bombs into it..."
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"That Superman, we don't know if he's friend or foe. We don't even know what his temperament is."
This is a relatively high-level internal meeting.
General Lane sat in his seat a little bored, watching those idiots discussing some questions that could never be answered.
"I mean, I know Superman did some good things, right? The Day of the Dead fires, he saved a few people, pulled them out of burning buildings like a god, the floods in Texas and Mississippi , he brought some refugees up..."
"But what about the motive? What exactly was his motive?"
"Gather people's attention? Win people's hearts? What is his purpose?"
"But no matter what, his behavior now is-"
"You can't accuse Superman of something he hasn't done—"
"God, who does this guy think he is? He doesn't even dare to tell us his real name. We should really trust him-"
They analyzed and analyzed, and then suddenly someone said:
"Now pause for a moment, is there even the slightest possibility that he did this. He was not doing this for the sake of fame, he was just doing what he thought was right, and he just wanted to do something good?"
"Pfft! You almost deceived me——"
"No way, seriously - please!"
"This joke is so funny!"
"But in the final analysis, Superman's purpose is still——"
People burst into laughter.
But Lex Luthor wasn't laughing.
Looking at those ignorant people who wantonly laughed at Superman, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
But in the end, he sighed. When people live in this world, they have to deal with idiots.
After so many years, he has become accustomed to it.
He tapped his fingers on the table twice and said:
"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies. I hope you will forgive me for interrupting, but I would like to take a moment of your time to discuss our common concerns."
The gaggle of people gradually stopped agitating, and they looked at Lex Luthor sitting next to them.
“Considering that there are still some members of Congress who don’t even realize what Superman is, I am giving an example here.
I want you to imagine a playground full of children, and a stranger appears. "
Luther said:
"Is it worrying? It would be even more worrying if he still had a gun."
"What if he wears a body armor and carries a box full of guns, grenades and ammunition? What if he also carries nuclear weapons?"
Luther said:
"Even if his intentions are good or bad, do you think the children are safe? Wouldn't you feel safer if he left him?"
"This is how you should view Superman. He is a walking nuclear weapon. No matter what his intentions are, he will explode sooner or later."
"Does it make sense to discuss the motives of a little boy who could destroy us at any moment?"
"Just tell me what you want, Lex. We don't have time to listen to your guesses here." General Lane crossed his fingers: "Isn't this why you deliberately sneaked into this meeting?"
Luther said bluntly: "Human experiments."
"impossible!"
General Lane immediately refused flatly: "The military will not allow such a thing to happen openly under its nose."
It's as if I didn't do it if you didn't allow it.
Luther thought.
But private human experiments are, after all, private and shady, with high risks of exposure and little material.
If Luther's Lake Group wants to expand more and larger human experiments, it is absolutely impossible to bypass the military, which is deeply cooperating with it.
"I absolutely abide by the principle of voluntariness." Luther said: "Every experimenter who participates in human experiments will definitely receive a reward that makes them lenient..."
"These are all insignificant details, Lex, let's talk about something important." Someone asked directly
"How far did your experiment go before it reached the point where human experimentation is necessary?"
Luther said: "Using the radiation in kryptonite, I have now created a monster that has a lifespan of no more than 30 minutes and can briefly absorb energy."
Luther said: "I temporarily named this immature monster a parasitic demon."
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"Batman, you shouldn't think scientifically about the metal spirit you control."
Poison Ivy said: "This is essentially magic and metaphysics. Don't use scientific reasoning to try to understand and analyze it."
Chen Tao stood in front of a strange-looking Kryptonian computer, working on him like a street liar.
"Stream of consciousness. Some stream of consciousness. Use your brain to connect to it. Like I connect to plants."
"Can you see it?"
(End of chapter)
