Chapter 108: Training of Superman
Perry White granted Clark Kent, who had 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 been to the first scene. They should have worked overtime until the manuscript was finished.
Vacation? Overthinking, how could it be possible? No matter how big the matter was, it was not in accordance with the rules.
Even if the other party's reason for taking leave was to go home with Bruce Wayne to see his mother, it would still be the same.
Wait.
With Bruce Wayne?
Perry White frowned and found that things were not simple.
When Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent stood in front of him, he immediately showed a sharp look.
He looked at the bohemian Gotham richest man on the left, and the handsome tall Clark on the right, and immediately understood.
Meeting the parents, right?
He waved his hand on the spot and directly approved a month's honeymoon for them. Although Clark insisted that it didn't take that long, Perry White was the most perceptive person in the world. Well, in the end, he approved three days. Mr. Bruce Wayne thought it was a suitable time.
Poor Clark Kent.
Three full days!
Editor-in-Chief White was determined to keep this matter to himself. He was the most strict person in the world.
So, this is why Chen Tao appeared at the Kent family at this moment.
It was afternoon now.
Clark Kent and Chen Tao stood in the open space next to the barn of Kent Farm, next to the chicken coop and pig pen.
"Clark, I'm going to give you special training now. 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 ridiculously exaggerated clothes.
Alfred stood in the open space next to him.
"From now on, you have to call me Mr. Wayne. I will train you cruelly in a short period of time, just like Chiron trained Achilles, to ensure that you are capable of saving the planet."
(Note: Chiron is a centaur hero in ancient Greek mythology, usually appearing as a mentor to various heroes. Achilles, a famous ancient Greek hero, was invulnerable to swords and guns, but had only one weak point, his ankle, and finally died because of it.)
"Did you hear that!"
Clark felt a little weird, it sounded like some pre-war mobilization meeting... Well, it seemed to be pre-war.
So he cooperated and said:
"Yes! Mr. Wayne!"
"I can't hear it! I can't hear it at all! You want to be a superhero with such a low voice?"
Clark was helpless. "Yes!!! Teacher Wayne!!!"
"Good! Very spirited!"
Chen Tao told him: "In terms of fighting, you definitely can't beat Zod."
"General Zod is programmed to be a warrior in his genes. The fighting instinct engraved in his DNA may be a metaphor for earthlings, but it is an adjective for General Zod.
"Therefore, we must prepare for such a situation. "
Clark listened very seriously. Although he and Batman had known each other for no more than 16 hours, the authoritative image of this old hero and senior had 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 seemed to be under his control. His unruly appearance was just a disguise, just like he disguised himself as the clumsy Clark Kent. Hidden under this mask was a smart, wise, and rigorous superhero.
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 General Zod and the history of Krypton well-although he refused to tell himself how he knew it.
The method used by such a mysterious person must have a very significant effect, right?
"However, directly engraving fighting moves into DNA also has a significant weakness: this will make his moves lack imagination and creativity, like a precisely set robot or AI. "
Clark heard Mr. Bruce Wayne's voice was steady.
"They only record the newly learned moves into his memory. Their so-called "innovation" is bound by previous experience, so they lack the ability to deal with some strange moves outside of common moves. "
Clark saw Mr. Bruce take out something from his back and handed it to him.
"So, facing such a situation, I tailored a method for you to improve your strength in a short period of time. "
"What is this?" Clark turned the thing around. This thing looked like a grenade, but he still didn't understand.
What effect can a grenade have on Kryptonians?
"This is a special stinky bomb."
Chen Tao answered him:
"Made by Poison Ivy, once it explodes, the stench is 3,000 times the limit that normal humans can perceive, which is more disgusting than anything you can think of in the world, and once this thing explodes on the body, it will be difficult to wash, marinate and retain for a long time. "Its stench has exceeded the limit of what nature can synthesize. In essence, I think it is a magical creation - well, thanks to Ivy, she was able to make such a useful thing while studying the two zombies." Clark's eyes were dull. 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 condition of Kryptonians, the poison gas that works on humans may not be suitable for Kryptonians. So in the end, I chose the stink. At least in terms of smell, you are no different from us."
"Although I believe that with the level of development of Kryptonian civilization, there must be special deodorizing instruments, but I don't believe that ships like Black Zero, which are specially used to send prisoners, will also carry such instruments. If so, Krypton is too extravagant."
Then Clark was stuffed with another bottle of potion: "Of course, it's not over yet. This is a super bad breath potion made by Poison Ivy. After drinking it, it will gradually take effect within three hours, and your bad breath will be enough to suffocate an elephant. Although the effect is slightly weaker than the stink bomb, don't worry, this thing has an antidote."
Then Clark was stuffed with another bottle: "After drinking it, the stink will be neutralized little by little in 6 hours, and your breath will return to fragrance."
Clark held two bottles of potion, and his super brain stopped working.
"But the premise of these things is that you must find a way to break General Zod's mask, which can help him isolate all microorganisms and various interferences from the outside world." Chen Tao said: "When his breathing mask is destroyed, the first exposure to the earth's environment will make Zod's hearing, vision, and smell extremely sensitive, which will cause him great pain." "If at this time, you breathe a foul breath on his sensitive face, and then throw those stink bombs directly on him, he will most likely vomit." Clark heard him say some very unethical words in an extremely serious tone: "If you breathe a breath carrying a foul smell on his face, he will vomit continuously." The effect will be even more amazing if you spit the phlegm into his eyes. Oh, by the way, I remember you have freezing breath. You should be able to wrap cold air in the phlegm, right? "
"That is the frozen phlegm with a foul smell, which is enough to make General Zod lose all his ability to resist. He will be so disgusted that he can't think of anything else except vomiting."
"Then you kick the opponent's ass hard. I have studied the physique of Kryptonians. Your physiological structure is very similar to that of Earthlings. Even a Kryptonian general with fighting moves engraved in his genes will be so painful that he can't stand up after being kicked in the ass."
Clark felt a little petrified. This was completely different from what he imagined.
"And in order to break the opponent's mask, you also have to attack the opponent's weaknesses, such as a good woman kick (a high-leg kick) followed by a kick..."
"But... Mr. Wayne, these... these are always a little bit. "
Clark didn't know how to say: "This seems a little... informal."
He really couldn't find the right adjective.
"Clark, you can't think like that." Then he heard Batman say to him in a heavy tone:
"Face, how much is face worth? If General Zod controls the entire earth, it will be a disaster for all living beings. You are a farm boy who has never learned any fighting skills, and Zod is a bloody butcher who kills people everywhere."
"Do you really think you can beat him? Have you really thought about what the consequences will be if you fail?"
"Martha Kent, Lois Lane, don't look at me like that, I know you have some feelings for her, and Editor-in-Chief White, Daily Planet. Do you really think Zod will be satisfied and leave the earth after getting you?"
Clark Kent was speechless. He was silent for a while, then said:
"Yes, you are right."
His eyes gradually became firm: "Even if there is a slight possibility of increasing my chances of winning, I should do it without hesitation."
"Yes, that's right!" Chen Tao said: "The key is to attack the lower three roads. You must remember that you are not fighting for yourself, you are fighting for the entire planet and your home."
"It's like a high-profile version of "Father and Son". You have to become a kind 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 work hard to learn." Clark said. "That's right, listen to me. From now on, you have to practice supersonic egg-crushing kicks and supersonic eye-poking hands every day, and try to make them passive instincts. As long as you are fast enough, Zod will be defeated in front of you even if he can practice fighting skills to perfection." Chen Tao said: "I also customized a super belt for you, and you can stuff all the stink bombs into it..." ... ... ... ... ... "That Superman, we don't know if he is a friend or foe. We don't even know what his temperament is like." This is a relatively high-level internal meeting. General Ryan sat in his seat somewhat bored, watching those idiots discussing some questions that would never be answered. "I mean, I know Superman did some good things, right? He saved a few people from the Day of the Dead fire, pulled them out of the burning building like a god, and he pulled some refugees out of the floods in Texas and Mississippi..."
"But what's his motive? What is his motive?"
"To gather people's support? To win people's hearts? What is his purpose?"
"But no matter what, his actions now are -"
"You can't accuse Superman of something he didn't do -"
"My 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 it over and over, and then suddenly someone said:
"So now pause, is there even a possibility that he did this. Not for fame, but just doing what he thinks is right, just wanting to do something good?"
"Puff! You almost fooled me--"
"How is it possible, seriously--please!"
"This joke is so funny!"
"But in the end, Superman's purpose is still--"
People laughed.
But Lex Luthor didn't laugh.
Looking at those ignorant people who laughed at Superman, his eyes were cold.
But he finally sighed. People living in the world always have to deal with idiots.
After so many years, he has gotten used to it.
He tapped his fingers on the table twice and said:
"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies. I hope you will forgive my intrusion, but I would like to take up a little of your time to discuss our common concerns."
The crowd gradually stopped making noises and looked at Lex Luthor who was sitting next to them.
"Considering that there are still some members of Congress who don't even realize what Superman is, I will give you an example.
I want you to imagine a playground full of children and a stranger appears."
Luthor said:
"Is it worrying? If he is carrying a gun, it would be even more worrying."
"What if he is wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a box full of guns, grenades and ammunition, and what if he is carrying nuclear weapons?"
Luthor said:
"Even if his original intention is good or bad, do you think the children are safe? Wouldn't you feel safer if he leaves you?"
"That's how you should look at Superman. He is a walking Nuclear weapons, no matter what his intentions are, he will explode sooner or later. "
"Is it meaningful to discuss his motives in front of a little boy who can destroy us at any time?"
"Just tell me what you want, Lex, we don't have time to listen to your guesses here." General Ryan crossed his fingers: "You deliberately sneaked into this meeting, isn't it for this?"
Luther said bluntly: "Human experiments."
"Impossible!"
General Ryan immediately refused: "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 private after all, and they are not visible to the public. The risk of exposure is high, and the materials obtained are small.
If Luther's Lake Group wants to expand the scale of human experiments, it is absolutely impossible to bypass the military with which it cooperates deeply.
"I absolutely abide by the principle of voluntariness." Luther said, "Every experimenter who participates in human experiments will definitely be able to get a reward that makes them soft..." "These are all irrelevant details, Lex, let's talk about the key points." Someone asked directly, "How far have you progressed in your experiment before you need human experiments?" Luther said, "Borrowing the radiation in kryptonite, I have now created a monster that has a lifespan of no more than 30 minutes and can absorb energy for a short period of time." Luther said, "I will temporarily name this immature monster the parasite." ... ... ... ... ... "Batman, you should not use scientific ideas to think about the metal spirit you control." Poison Ivy said, "This is essentially magic and metaphysics. Don't use scientific thinking methods to try to understand and analyze it." Chen Tao stood in front of a weird-looking Kryptonian computer and used his power on it like a street liar. "Stream of consciousness. Stream of consciousness. Use your brain to connect to it. Just like I connect to plants." "Can you see it?"