Zuo Qingcang's brows frowned slightly, and the development of the incident had undergone subtle changes from what he originally planned.

First of all, the instability of quantum state transmission caused a large amount of classic information to damage, causing Clark to awaken in the world opposite for 12 years.

Because of the damage to the information, Clark failed to accept his experience and lost some of the applications of mental attacks such as hypnosis and hallucinations.

Secondly, Clark's current behavior seems to be a little out of control.

Zuo Qingcang sneered: "It's interesting." He looked at his palm and said lightly: "You guys are going faster than I thought, so just use this world and this person as a battlefield."

I saw him completely closed his eyes, and countless information mixed with a hint of green light was transported from his palms to the other end of the world.

...

Over the White House, Clark was floating there quietly, his eyes looking at the direction of the moon in the sky. His current eyes could even clearly see the craters and canyons on the surface of the moon.

His ears trembled gently, and the true energy covered in the air spread the slightest fluctuations into his ears, allowing him to clearly hear every sound from the entire White House, whether on the ground or underground.

And the Pentagon, three kilometers away, is in progress.

Countless people in power in the whole country were sent here overnight, and more than a dozen of the best physicists, biologists and sociologists were forced to send to the Pentagon.

Weapon experts and elite soldiers, in addition to various experts, professors, and politicians, there are even the creator of the virtual image of Superman, senior executives of American DC Comics, artists, editors, etc., who were also invited to the conference room.

William Cohen, the Secretary of Defense of the United States today, is frowning and looking at the album in his hand. A latest issue of Superman comics.

He raised his head and asked his aide: "How is he?"

"Just sixty meters above the White House."

William Cohen shook his head, looked at the confused people present, and said, "Everyone, I'm going to invite you here today because something incredible happened."

He waved his hand. The assistant next to him turned on the videotape and placed the White House surveillance video on the TV to play it.

Explosions, gunfights, floating figures, and ineffective bullets surprised everyone present.

The final scene stopped at Clark's upper body, his strong and handsome body, and his scarlet S was even more dazzling.

"Superman. Come to Earth." William Cohen stared at the people in front of him and said word by word: "He had just disarmed all the White House in one second, and in the next hour, eleven times, unscathed all the reinforcements I sent.

He also pinched an armored vehicle into scrap iron in front of the president.

He can fly. He is extremely powerful, he is as fast as lightning."

One minute of the information was sent to everyone. It was Clark Kent's citizenship and his resume from childhood to adulthood.

And two hours ago, the photos of the university being defeated into ruins were also sent, showing the excellence of the US intelligence service.

"As you can see, he destroyed a school 2 hours ago. Then he took about ten minutes to fly to the White House."

"We know he is Clark Kent, we know he is an American citizen, but the one I want to know the most now is whether this guy with a hot chest is Superman, and if he is, what can we do?"

Everyone was silent, there was disbelief and no doubt in their eyes, and some even looked at William Cohen as if he was looking at a psychopath.

William Cohen rubbed his head, pointed out the window and said, "I know you don't believe it, but he is about sixty meters above the president's head.

The next picture you see is state secrets. No matter what you think or see, you cannot spread the news."

Several special service personnel began to confiscate the mobile phones of everyone present.

A few minutes later, images of Clark fighting outside the White House began to be played on the TV, and the images slowed down fifty times later.

Looking at the explosion, bullets, flames, and the faint shadows that kept flashing, everyone fell into silence. Compared to the previous White House surveillance footage, the images in front of them were obviously clearer and more realistic.

William Cohen said coldly: "Everyone, I believe this is definitely not the latest Hollywood blockbuster. What we are facing now is a major problem that has never been seen in history."

Half an hour later, everyone looked at the scenes that were constantly playing on the TV, looked at the photos of the blockbuster ruins at hand, and pondered without saying a word.

William Cohen knocked on the table and attracted everyone's attention. He pointed to an editor of the DC Comics and asked: "What I want to ask is, is there any way to be sure that he is Superman?

With the current technology on Earth, do we have any means to deal with Superman?”

The tall, thin editor with glasses swallowed and said, "First of all, according to the settings, he should be able to hear everything we say here."

A special service staff member said: "The entire conference room has been sealed. Even if you hold a concert here, you will definitely not hear it outside. Moreover, it is at least three kilometers away from us."

"No, you don't understand." The editor said: "Superman's hearing has nothing to do with air vibrations. In other words, as long as he wants, he can hear you even if you hide on the other side of the earth."

William Cohen frowned, and only heard the editor say: "The way to deal with Superman is naturally to find Kryptonite. He comes from Krypton. Those planetary fragments from Krypton can make Superman weak. But why do you want to deal with him? Superman is the representative of justice, if he is really Superman..."

"Say something I don't know." William Cohen knocked on the table impatiently. Superman's weakness was kryptonite, which everyone in the United States knew.

Another editor suddenly said: "In fact, there is another problem. The story of Superman adopts a multi-universe setting. Each superman in a different parallel world has different power, personality and experience.

However, I think I already know his identity, invulnerable, powerful, flying at high speed, he is indeed Superman. But..."

The editor looked at the TV, lifted the armored car and squeezed it into a ball of scrap iron, and continued: "But among all the comics, only one was born in a Superman comic, and one without a superhero world."

"He is the Supreme Little Superman."

"Our Earth is the origin of Earth."

The image of the Supreme Little Superman, the DC comics debuted in 1985, comes from the origin of the real universe, where Superman and other superheroes in the comics are fictional characters. (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)
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