Chapter 4301

"Let him go." the politician in a suit said with a gloomy face, "That thing in low Earth orbit is the big trouble. Even if we can dissect him now, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to obtain methods to deal with his kin from him. Now is not a good time to offend him."

"No," another person opened his mouth, "He is wounded; as long as we know what wounded him, we can find a way to deal with these aliens."

"Who are you going to let find it? The only expert who might research results is in his hands."

"Regardless, I disagree. We cannot just let go of such a precious experimental subject. When his wounds recover, we will never have such an opportunity again."

"Call from Washington," another figure knocked on the office door and said, "Instructions from the President: Let Clark Kent go."

Several people looked at each other. Although some were still unwilling, the order was finally conveyed to the military base.

The person who conveyed the order left, and one of the politicians threw his pen on the table and said: "All for votes. As long as that spaceship doesn't destroy Earth during his term, he can accept anything!"

"Alright, you should have expected it long ago. Besides, to figure out how he was wounded, it doesn't necessarily have to be dissecting him. Someone once saw him fly out of Luthor Tower; this matter might not be unrelated to Lex Luthor."

"You mean Luthor wounded him, how did he do it?"

"You and I both know that guy isn't a merchant, but a super genius; maybe he made some powerful weapon that could wound aliens."

"If that's really the case, this kind of weapon must be in our hands. If only we can repel the spaceship in low Earth orbit..."

The two looked at each other, understanding without saying.

Aliens might be a big threat, but if used well, they might also be a big help.

"Luthor isn't that easy to handle." one of them shook his head and said: "He won't easily hand over that thing."

"If the military and we join hands, he won't want to hand it over, but he'll have to."

"I'm just worried..."

"Worried about what?"

"No, nothing." the politician shook his head; they all knew what kind of person Luthor was; he couldn't possibly cooperate with aliens, absolutely impossible.

Fully armed soldiers gradually moved aside. Clark strangled the expert's neck, walked forward cautiously, passed through the same corridor, and arrived before the main gate. A helicopter was parked there.

Clark took a deep breath. He took the expert and walked onto the helicopter; after getting on, he still didn't relax his vigilance. However, soon, he saw a familiar face. The pilot of the helicopter was that black officer.

"Where to?"

"Wei En Manor."

The black officer revealed a relieved smile, turned back, and started the helicopter. The armed helicopter disappeared over the coast, and more and more dark clouds were gathering into a storm over the East Coast.

"Clark Kent, right?" that expert suddenly said.

Clark had already let go of him, and the two sat side by side on the helicopter. Clark nodded, somewhat distracted.

"Regarding the spaceship in low Earth orbit, how much do you know? Don't misunderstand, I support you. I believe you aren't in the same group as those aliens who appeared suddenly."

Clark looked at him somewhat suspiciously.

The expert sighed and said: "Still remember the spaceship you saw in the Arctic?"

Clark frowned; he became somewhat vigilant. The expert shook his head and said: "Don't be nervous. After that spaceship was discovered by us, I warned them that there might be abnormal alien radiation in it. Currently, except for professionals like me, no one has been in."

"So, you..."

"Although I couldn't start the spaceship, I could also restore its full picture, the airframe structure of the spaceship, and the operating principle through research on the spaceship. You were once a very great civilization."

Clark froze. He felt very shocked. But the expert still used that calm voice as always and said: "That spaceship was also the home of many of your kin, and there were many scientific researchers like me, driving it to soar in the universe, exploring the unknown mysteries of the universe, inspiring curiosity, learning knowledge, and inheriting civilization."

The expert turned his head to look at Clark and said: "All my research results are telling me that you aren't some alien monsters, you are an intelligent, emotional cosmic civilization like us. You must have encountered some terrible disaster to walk to where you are today."

The expert turned his head to look at Clark and said: "The universe is empty. The appearance of every kind of life is a miracle. We are so strong, yet so fragile; even just dealing with natural disasters requires our best efforts. In this case, what civilizations should do between each other isn't confrontation, but mutual help. No matter what your hometown once encountered, dragging Earth into the same situation has no benefit for you. What we need to do is communicate and exchange, and solve troubles together."

Clark was silent for a long time. Reason told him that this kind of thinking was too idealistic. However, idealists are always moving. Especially, an idealist who is full of knowledge and wisdom, and also rich in empathy, the kind of beautiful future he depicts can move anyone. Even Clark couldn't help but yearn for it.

"What if they destroy Earth just to resurrect their own planet?"

"They? You..."

"I grew up on Earth, I don't think they are my kin. I prefer to stand with humans." Clark said.

"So that's it. No wonder you were so irritable when you saw that spaceship. However, you should know..."

"I know I might never be able to integrate. You will never admit I am a human. But I don't need anyone to admit it, I just want to live the life I want on Earth."

"No, what you should worry about isn't that humans don't admit you, but that humans admit you too much. If they worship you as a god, what will you do?"

"These questions can be discussed later. I just want to know, if invading Earth can really bring them actual benefits, would you still want to talk to them?"

"Of course. Because, the actual benefits they think invading Earth can bring them are very likely not benefits, but the prelude to another disaster. You only need to answer me one question: if they can really rebuild Krypton on Earth and continue their civilization, then why did Krypton destroy itself in the first place?"

Clark was speechless. He felt the power of knowledge so intuitively for the first time. For some reason, he felt that this expert knew more about Krypton than he did.

"I can tell you why I am a pacifist. The reason I oppose all wars of aggression is: in modern times, foreign aggression must be because internal problems cannot be solved. Foreign aggression, whether successful or failed, will definitely walk the old path of internal problems again; besides causing casualties, there won't be any progress. The essence of aggression is avoidance; refusing to face social problems, only venting social pressure, in the end, can only repeat the same mistakes again and again. This is precisely constantly proving the failure of a country and a race."

"Krypton perished, proving they didn't solve their internal problems until the end. Then they find another planet and multiply again, and it will still perish again. Besides proving the inferiority of the race again and again, it has no meaning."

Clark fell into deep thought, because he felt that what this expert said really made a lot of sense. He had also thought about it before: Krypton perished, so was it really wrong for them, including all Kryptonians including his father, to seek a new home for them in the universe?

Standing from the perspective of common sense, it seemed there was nothing wrong with doing so. Seeking continuation is the instinct of intelligent life. Since they still had survivors, naturally they had to build a new home. Standing from the perspective of Earthlings, their invading Earth was an evil act; but standing from their own perspective, it was just a helpless choice.

However, this remark by the expert opened a new world for Clark. Krypton perished, but all Kryptonians including his father were vague about how Krypton perished. His biological father seemed to think it was because of over-exploitation of resources, but was that really the case?

Able to build a spaceship that could fly to Earth, but couldn't find a few planets that could be exploited for resources? Able to put an infant on Earth, but had no way to deal with the disintegration of the planet?

The more Clark thought, the more he felt something was wrong. He felt the problem definitely wasn't as simple as astronomy or technology, but social science. The entire Kryptonian society might have problems. If not, ordinary natural disasters couldn't easily destroy such an advanced civilization. The strongest fortresses are often broken from within.

The more he thought this way, the more Clark became determined to deal with his own kin. He was afraid that those people didn't know anything, chasing to Earth whimsically, just wanting to rebuild their home. If they weren't stopped, not only would humans suffer a devastating disaster, but this planet couldn't possibly become an ideal home for Kryptonians. In the end, they would both lose.

"To tell you the truth, I don't want to work for the military anymore. Their bodies live in modern times, but their souls still remain in the Cold War era, their brains only have war and confrontation. Their consistently tough and cold attitude will only make things worse."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Clark asked.

"I have a research team," the expert said, "They are basically all controlled by the military. I hope they can break away from the military, and I need a ship; we need to go to the Arctic again."

Clark opened his mouth; he didn't promise immediately, because he knew he couldn't do it himself now. And even with superpowers, he couldn't publicly attack a human military base. He had already learned his lesson.

"I can help you handle this," the black officer flying the helicopter said, "I will get them out, and then send you to the Arctic. But I suspect that the people on the spaceship in low Earth orbit will also be very interested in the things in the Arctic. You can't possibly survive in their hands."

"I can find a friend to protect you," Clark said as if he suddenly remembered something; he took out his phone, started searching for Diana's name, and then said, "She is also a super-powered person, she should be able to protect you from the harm of my kin."

The helicopter soon reached the sky over Wei En Manor. Finding no interception, Clark already knew. He jumped off the helicopter, said goodbye to the officer and expert on the helicopter, and then walked into Wei En Manor.

Just stepping into the hall, Clark smelled the familiar fragrance. He saw Batman sitting at the dining table eating, and placed next to the plate was a bowl of fragrant oatmeal.

And at this time, Bruce Wei En put down his spoon, stood up, walked toward him, and stood in front of him.

Bang!

Clark punched Bruce down.

"God!"

A scream came from the stairs, Clark hurriedly turned his head to look, just in time to see his mother Martha running down the stairs.

"Clark, what are you doing!"

Clark walked toward Martha step by step. His eye sockets were red, his movements were raw, until he truly touched her face did he hug Martha tightly.

"Mom... Mom..."