"My home planet Krypton is very far away from the earth, and I got here after a long interstellar journey.
We are here because your planet has long hosted one of our compatriots.
Kal-El, this is the name of his home planet.
On Earth, you all call him ‘Rip Man’”
"Oh my God, Superman is an alien! Is it related to the '112 Incident' in 1985, the giant alien octopus released by the Kryptonians?"
The broadcast was broadcast in various languages and on all information platforms around the world, immediately arousing people's surprise.
"Why can you make calls? But all our mobile phones have been hacked by aliens, and we can't even turn them off." Louise asked, holding her Samsung phone in doubt.
"Why don't you use Paradise Mountain Cell Phone?" Harley asked.
Louise was stunned for a moment and said: "The bangs remain unchanged for thousands of years. They have an unoriginal appearance and are very ugly.
The price is extremely expensive, but the compatibility is extremely poor. Even the charging plug cannot be used universally, which is very troublesome.
The pixels are low and the picture effect is not good enough, at least not suitable for use as news material, and "
The last time she was in the North Pole, she used her Paradise Mountain mobile phone to record a recording, but the audio was inexplicably deleted.
"Also, the battery is small and needs to be charged twice a day. It really doesn't last long and is not as practical as the Chinese phones." Kate Grant, a blond girl next to her, held up a flower and said to P6.
Harley said with a dull face: "So why are you asking? My phone is different from yours."
Jimmy Olsen, the black guy, took out his Paradise Mountain 3 and said, "I also have a Paradise Mountain phone, and it was still hacked."
"Your mobile phone model is a bit old and the hardware cannot keep up."
Perry White pulled out his own 5, also playing Zod's speech.
"Didn't you receive the prompt to update the security system a few days ago? The watchdog software with the animated image of the bully dog." Harley asked.
"It's too expensive. It costs 199 US dollars a month, and you can buy a new phone in two months. I have a brain problem, so I installed that program." Perry frowned.
"Then there's nothing we can do." Harley clicked on the puppy headlines triumphantly, and while flipping through the latest alien news, she said with a smile: "The security center that can defend against alien virus invasion only lasts 199 times a month.
Beautiful knife, is it expensive?”
A few days later, the stock price of Tiantianshan Mobile Phone Company also skyrocketed. No matter which bastard was shorting Tiantianshan behind his back, he would suffer a huge loss!
Harry thought happily, and turned up the volume to keep reading the news for everyone to listen to.
The reporters looked eagerly at the only functioning mobile phone in the room, feeling envious and shocked.
Perry leaned his head over to take a look and frowned.
"The bells of doomsday are finally here, and the Trisolarans are finally here." This is the headline on the front page. The sentences are exaggerated and illogical. The word "bells" in the title is actually "stroke". It's a big mistake! You should use "stroke" instead.
More suitable and more impactful
"Superheroes all over the earth unite to kill alien devils." The author of this article should write a novel. The content is exciting and emotional, and the ideas are good, but as a reporter, the most important thing is
Objectivity and rationality, when the aliens saw this news, they originally planned to pass by, but they also left a Star Destroyer cannon before leaving. Moreover, there was no review, and the news of only 300 words actually misspelled five words.
The punctuation marks are also wrong.
The third news piece is shit, this is obviously a stolen picture! Even the icon of The Washington Times was not deleted, and the news content was also translated from English to English, which is 80% similar.
"Very good!" Harry next to him nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good?" Perry's eyes widened, "This kind of rubbish news will never pass censorship at the Daily Planet."
"It took less than ten minutes for aliens to invade the earth, and the news came out. Isn't this efficient?" Harley said.
"Timeliness is indeed important, but news with wrong content and biased views should not be delivered to readers at all," Perry sighed.
"You think too highly of the American audience. Most of them have no ability to judge. They are like pigs. You can feed them whatever you want. Just eat as much as you want." Harley laughed.
Perry glared and said, "This is not what a qualified journalist should say. It is precisely because readers have poor judgment that we must guide them with the correct content."
"He looks a lot like you, but he is not a member of the earth. Hand him over, otherwise you will be unable to bear the consequences.
Earthlings, Kal-El, you only have 24 hours to assassinate!"
Zod's speech ended, the voltage was restored, and the lights were re-ignited, but the screens of mobile phones, computers, and TVs were still blurry.
Louise patted her phone. Although the signal was still messy, it could be turned on and off normally.
"Open the Washington Times and see how the Z government responds." She suggested to Harley: "The TV station that previously broadcast the alien spacecraft video was the Washington Times. They should have more detailed and authoritative information."
Harley shook her head, "Guardian dogs can only protect basic communications, as well as puppy videos and puppy news owned by Duoduo Technology Company."
"Shouldn't the security center protect the entire phone?" Louise wondered.
Harley said: "Strictly speaking, guard dogs can only protect phone calls, text messages and other communication services of telecommunications companies.
If you want to open Puppy Toutiao, the guard dog must enter the main server of Puppy Toutiao.
Of course there is no problem in entering your own server, but invading other people's servers is just like this alien and is illegal."
"It turns out that housekeeper dogs are not universal." Louise was a little disappointed.
"I would like to think that other technology companies, or even the government, would not allow it."
As "Ding Ling Ling" was talking, Harley's cell phone suddenly rang.
It's General Lane.
"Miss Quinn, please come to the Pentagon immediately to attend a government meeting about Kryptonians." He didn't talk nonsense.
Harley glanced out the window and said, "You sent a helicopter to pick me up. The streets are in chaos now."
"good."
Louise asked curiously: "Don't tell him where you are?"
Harley said disapprovingly: "The military can locate the coordinates of all Americans' mobile phones, so why do we need to ask?"
Louise said blankly, "The electronic equipment in the Pentagon must be under alien control now."
"Maybe, but the watchdog can ensure normal phone calls, and can naturally check the location of the mobile phone. At least the military's specific version of the watchdog can completely defend the entire communication system."
Harley turned off her phone, looked around, and caught a glimpse of Clark looking solemn behind the crowd.
With a wink at him, she prepared to enter the stairs.
She has to climb the stairs.
Almost all the electronic instruments on the earth are controlled by Kryptonians, and the elevators cannot be used and they are not dared to be used.
"Wait a minute." Editor-in-chief Perry stretched out his hand to stop her and said with an awkward smile: "Miss Quinn, after careful consideration, I think the plan to open a special issue of Planet Daily on Puppy Toutiao is a good one.
If possible, I hope to submit articles to Thief Toutiao immediately."
"This is simple. I will give you the authority of deputy editor now."
With a smile in her eyes, Harley pressed the phone a few times and said: "OK, first time login, the account number and password are both nine zeros.
After successfully logging in, you can modify it yourself.
With your permissions, you can enter the background to edit news, and participate in the review and modification of manuscripts.
Well, you will be in charge of the current affairs news section first, and when the alien incident is over, we will discuss the issue of authority in detail."
"Is it so easy?" Perry took out his cell phone doubtfully.
"Oh my god, you hacked into my phone? It's automatically downloading Watch Dogs and headlines?!"
Seeing that the screen was restored and there were two more software with dog head icons on the desktop, Perry's first reaction was not happiness, but horror: Is this still his own phone? It was being accessed and accessed at will.
"When you purchased the Tianshanshan mobile phone, the serial number was activated in the data center.
As long as the operating system is upgraded, won’t all genuine mobile phones also be upgraded?
Although this is not a system upgrade, the principle is the same.
Don't even mention the right to privacy.
The American people don't have that kind of thing at all.
Wayne Telecom and the Paradise Mountain Data Center are all under the control of the Pentagon Security Department, and my authority is not as good as theirs." Harley complained.
Kate held the p6 and said calmly: "So I use Hua Wei. The US government, which has been monitoring the world, will never allow the Chinese people to repeat what they did.
Chinese mobile phone companies know this.
In order to successfully sell mobile phones around the world, we will also work hard to protect the security of user information and prevent the US government from seizing any loopholes!
Only when you get an inch can you make progress.
People in China just want to do business safely now, while the United States can easily do business on a global scale and is unstoppable, so it naturally has 'higher' ambitions."
Harley glanced at the blond girl in surprise, "It's very insightful, but it's of no use. The Secretary of State can use washing powder as a biochemical weapon. It's not impossible that a smallpox will spread viruses to mobile phones one day."
"Uh, not really."
The older girl was stunned, then smiled and said: "Hello, Miss Quinn, I am Kate Grant (ps).
I am responsible for gossip news at Daily Planet, but I have been working hard to improve myself."
Harry's eyes flashed, and after shaking hands, he handed over a business card, "Aliens are invading now, and there is no time to discuss it in detail. If you have any ideas later, you can make this call."
"Thank you, Miss Quinn!" Kate beamed with excitement.
Perry frowned on the side. Does this count as poaching?
However, he has never been very fond of this young reporter because her style is too "puppy headlines"
When Harry entered the stairs, Kate burst into laughter.
Louise raised her eyebrows, turned to Perry and said: "Forget it Kate, but in the past, you couldn't see news networks like 'Puppy Headlines' the most, and they said they were killing journalism and the smart brains of Americans.
How come you changed your mind today and are willing to participate?"
"Besides the puppy headlines, do we have any other options now?" Perry shook his phone and said with a helpless expression.
At this time, he had logged into Puppy Toutiao, and as expected he had obtained the editor-in-chief permission.
"Only users who buy household dogs can open puppy headlines. It costs 199 a month. There are not many fools in the country."
Jimmy Olsen, holding ph3 (Paradi Hill, Paradise Hill), said sourly.
Perry said in a complicated tone: "There are many fools in the United States, and there are even more rich people.
As long as humanity can survive this alien invasion, countless millionaires will not mind a service fee of two thousand dollars a year.
After all, a phone call can save a life at a critical moment.
It is foreseeable that in the future, a large number of elites will pay attention to the software included with Watchdog.
For example, puppy headlines.
And it just so happens that the target audience of Planet Daily is precisely the social elite."
"Alien invasion incidents don't happen every day," Louise said.
"I have a feeling this won't be the only time times have changed."
Perry looked out the window into space, and could vaguely see shining bright flying objects in the sky.
In the stairwell, Harley met Clark who was "flickering" over.
"How do you feel when you meet the surviving compatriots?" she asked with a smile.
"There are mixed feelings, except the sense of belonging and joy." Clark shook his head with a complicated expression.