American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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"how about you?"

Lex wondered, "How did they get you here, even as a prisoner?"

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I came here on my own.

Clark slammed heavily against the barrier, and two Kryptonian soldiers quickly approached. After a brief exchange, they pulled him aside. Lex Luthor, who had witnessed this, immediately reacted, running up to him and shouting...

"You're an alien!"

Clark paused for a moment, said nothing, and the three of them walked out of the cell and into the control room.

During this time, he had become somewhat accustomed to the spaceship's atmospheric environment and did not vomit blood or faint as he had the first time.

"You didn't come to Earth for me, did you?"

Watch your tone.

Fiora said that Zod raised his hand to stop her.

“It’s alright.” After saying that, he stepped forward and patted Clark on the shoulder: “Krypton was destroyed because of some things that happened back then. Those of us who survived the crisis are the last hope.”

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“Karl, what you experienced on Earth doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change your bloodline. You are a Kryptonian, Joe’s child. Your place is Krypton, not Earth.”

Clark said coldly, "Two years ago, you kidnapped Kara and plotted to seize control of the Fortress?"

That was a misunderstanding.

“My father, Joe, died at your hands.”

Zod's smile vanished, replaced by an unusually serious expression, and he said...

“You’ve touched on my most painful memories. Yes, I killed my best friend, and if time continued to pass, I would do it again. Joe’s thinking is too conservative. Krypton has reached a point where it needs change, and he’s determined to keep the corrupt and incompetent council in existence.”

"If it weren't for him stopping me, Krypton would have been reborn in my hands long ago."

Clark chuckled to himself: Kara is right, Sade is a madman.

As for the situation on Krypton, Clark had done some research on Lonely Fortress. According to the information he obtained, Krypton was on the verge of exhaustion at that time, with rebels inside and powerful enemies outside. It was like a patient whose life was coming to an end, just waiting to have his IV removed. When it was severely injured, it would not come back to life, but would only die faster.

Zod's actions were nothing more than a last resort.

The conversation was destined to end badly. Clark returned to his cell, where Lex Luthor stared intently at him and asked, word by word.

"Who exactly are you?" Yi asked.

Chapter 1384 I'll Take You Away From Here

"who are you?"

"Superman? Or an alien?"

"You understand their language, are you an alien spy sent to Earth?"

"It's absurd that the heroes of Metropolis aren't from Earth."

Lex Luthor grinned, his words dripping with mockery. He already hated Superman, and after learning of Superman's alien identity, his hatred only intensified. He firmly believed in the superiority of humanity and that humans were the masters of the universe, not aliens.

Clark didn't answer, and only said after the man finished roaring, "I'll take you away from here."

"I'll take you out of here."

Lex gave a wry smile: It's utterly foolish for someone who can't even save himself to want to save others!

Over the next four hours, Clark had several more conversations with Zod, each ending in a dismal failure. During these conversations, Zod tried various methods to persuade Clark, even offering him the position of leader, but he refused. Zod even tried to persuade Clark to abandon the idea of ​​participating in the war.

These two people are completely different.

Zod is a Kryptonian warlord, a powerful conqueror, who believes that strength and power are the key to the revival of his race; Clark, on the other hand, is a child raised on a farm, with kind and simple parents, living a simple and happy life. He cares about life, not Krypton.

Zod walked into the innermost bedroom of the warship and said expressionlessly.

"You saw it all, he's not a Kryptonian, he's a traitor."

The "speed demon," who had been practicing, opened his eyes and said...

Are you going to kill him?

Zod gritted his teeth and repeated, word by word, "Traitors must be executed. We cannot let him go just because he is Joe's child. That would be unfair to the other people."

He cannot die.

The spaceship was specially built for him by the El family; it was imbued with Joe's heart and soul. Anyone could die here, but his child could not. That was the crux of the matter.

Zod flew into a rage and couldn't help but roar.

"What exactly do you want? No interrogation, no torture, unless he talks about how to find the life code, how to rebuild Krypton." After saying this, he took a deep breath and continued.

“Haisu, you must understand what Earth means to us. There is no second chance. I beg you, do not succumb to personal feelings.”

He couldn't answer this question. After a long silence, he finally conceded: "His name is Clark."

"On Earth, his name is Clark Kent."

Zod was overjoyed: this name would allow him to find his family on Earth and do so much more.

In the warship's secret chambers, after spending several hours together, Lex Rudd discovered something interesting.

They seem to dislike you.

I want to know if you're truly on this side of the earth.

"Should I be grateful to an alien who helps Earthlings fight against their own kind, or should I despise them?"

Clark shook his head: "I just want to stop this war."

"A naive idea."

Lex sat cross-legged on the floor: "War is caused by interests and needs, not by character. It doesn't begin or end because of one person. Don't you understand?"

It's not as simple as you think.

Lex chuckled twice, his brows furrowed with disdain. Metropolis's Superman was actually a reckless fool with dreams in his heart. It was quite amusing to think that he had once regarded him as a potential challenger.

Clark tilted his head and asked, "How did they catch you?"

This question had always piqued his curiosity, because logically, there was no conflict between Zod and Lex Luthor, so how could they have captured him as soon as they arrived on Earth?

Lex gave a cold snort.

"You should ask your aliens if they've captured the wrong person."

"Did you catch the wrong person?"

Clark was stunned: What's going on?

Lex gritted his teeth and said in a voice full of hatred, "That alien named Fiora is harassing me, saying how I humiliated them two years ago. That shame should be washed away with blood, damn it!"

“I didn’t even see them, so where did this humiliation come from?”

"It was probably done by another bastard named Lex Luthor. They couldn't find the real person, so they took it out on me."

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Lex let out a low growl. He was born with unparalleled intelligence and had a strong desire for control and power. He had been working in the political and business world for more than a decade and had only suffered a minor loss at the hands of Xu Fu. He had never experienced such a defeat before. Not only was he not stripped of his armor, but he was also treated as a prisoner and suffered all kinds of humiliation and torture.

Clark frowned. He felt a sense of familiarity about all of this. He remembered that before he came, Xu Fu-Xiao had told him that two years ago, when he brought Kara back to Krypton, he had encountered Zod and his squad, who had tried to take Lonely Fortress but failed.

Could it be that way?

Thinking this, Clark's expression became unusually strange. He wanted to laugh but held it back: if he wasn't mistaken, Lex Luthor must have been framed, just like Xu Fu-Xiao.

This guy is so pitiful, having such a huge black pot stuck behind him, and the reason for it is still unknown.

The two harbored their own thoughts, one secretly laughing at the other's misfortune, being unwittingly presented to them by everyone; their mutual mockery was a simple form of revelry, a kind of unbridled, simple-minded indulgence.

After a while, the cell door opened, and two Kryptonian soldiers and a scientist-looking man walked in.

The soldiers grabbed Clark's arms and pinned him to the ground, while the scientist took out a syringe, drew blood from it, and put it into a large bottle.

After that, the three of them turned and left without saying a word.

Something's not right here!

Lex Luthor was the first to notice this, and after a moment of silence, he said gruffly.

"If you have a way to escape, hurry up, or you'll miss your chance."

Clark shook his head seriously: "If we leave now, all our previous efforts will have been in vain. I need to talk to him again."

Lex growled softly, "You idiot, can't you see their patience is wearing thin?"

"A person's emotional changes are reflected in their body language. Before, they hated you, but at least they restrained themselves and didn't interrogate you to make you confess. Now it's different. Two soldiers forcibly restrained you, and a scientist drew blood with a syringe. What does this mean? It means that they no longer consider you a fellow member of the intelligent race."

"No intelligent race in 5.7 does not hate traitors; this is a biological law."

"It's still not too late to escape now, but it will be much harder to leave in half an hour."

Clark frowned, pondering his words, while Lex Luthor continued his earnest persuasion.

"Didn't you promise to take me away from here?! Hurry up! If you don't care about your own life or death, at least consider my feelings!"

"I did nothing, and you aliens just kidnapped me. Don't be sad for me."