Chapter 4329

Clark stood in the editor-in-chief's office, hugging his arms and looking at the editor-in-chief, saying: "No matter what, I must publish this report. If you don't agree, I'll go out and work alone."

The editor-in-chief took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes hard, and then, as angry as a bull, rushed to Clark and roared: "The news I asked you to watch, you have never watched! Taking my salary to write your own report. Clark Kent, do you really think I dare not fire you?!"

"I know you dare, because you have already fired many people. But I really have to publish this report. So I suggest you still leave me a layout..."

The editor-in-chief took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and said: "Is it amazing to be Superman?! Taking the company's money means you have to do things for the company! You write the report I want right now, otherwise, there's no talk!"

Clark frowned. He realized that since he publicly appeared, his identity disguise seemed to have no use. Logically speaking, his biological force field could disturb people's cognition, but this kind of disturbance was not brainwashing, and the effect was very limited.

In the past, when he appeared to save people, he was usually filmed in long shots, and even some photos were not front-facing shots. Because the speed was too fast, the camera couldn't capture it, and it was difficult to have long videos. Most people didn't have a very deep impression of him, and this interference effect was relatively good.

However, since he appeared on TV, the camera was facing his front face, the speech time was long, and the spread range was wide, many people remembered his appearance. And people's anti-interference ability varies from person to person; some people are just not easily influenced, and there is no way if they are discovered.

Clark had already let go; if it's real-name, it's real-name. At least so far, the benefits he has gained from real-name are all benefits, aren't they? Ordinary people are willing to open the door of convenience for Superman.

"Okay, then let's make a deal. I'll write the report you want, but you have to let me publish my report."

"Are you mistaken? The newspaper pays you a salary, and it is only right and proper for you to write the report required by the newspaper. You still want to negotiate terms with me?"

"How about this, you look at my report first, and then consider it. I think these things can at least make the Daily Planet a little popular." Clark took a stack of documents out of his arms, put them on the editor-in-chief's desk, and then said, "If it really gets popular, you don't have to give me a bonus, no need to thank me."

After speaking, he walked out of the editor-in-chief's office and returned to his office. Standing in front of the coffee machine, while making coffee, he looked at the skyline outside the window in a daze. The words Bruce said to him echoed in his mind.

"Humans still have to rely on humans themselves," Clark said in a low voice. I hope my report can have an effect, and it is always a good thing to let more people not give up.

The prompt tone of the coffee being finished sounded, and Clark came back to his senses. Just as he turned around with the coffee cup and wanted to leave, he suddenly saw a black shadow on the skyline. At first, it was just a black dot, but it approached at an astonishing speed.

Clark gasped, this wouldn't be a missile, right?!

In fact, it was not much different from a missile. When the black shadow flew into the city, Clark realized that it was a monster as huge as a small mountain, with black-gray skin and spikes all over its body, looking evil and violent.

It landed on the roof of a building, broke off the antenna on it, threw it out like a spear, and directly destroyed a helicopter. Immediately after, it smashed onto the ground, smashing a big hole in the asphalt road.

Clark stepped back two steps on the spot and heard the editor-in-chief's scream from the door: "Superman!!!!!"

The red and blue figure danced between the buildings, the deep red cape was like pulsating blood, and the "S" logo with a metallic luster was particularly dazzling against the background of the sun.

Clark landed slowly, looked at the figure jumping between the buildings in the distance, and narrowed his eyes. This monster is very wrong.

He took a deep breath, raised his arms, rushed forward fiercely, bumped into the monster's waist, and knocked it off the building. But in mid-air, he changed direction and smashed the monster to the ground with an elbow strike. With a "boom", thick smoke rose from the ground.

Clark smashed a punch on the monster's cheekbone, but found that it didn't move at all, and the bone was so hard that it hurt his hand.

Just when he was about to punch again, he suddenly felt himself being held, and then thrown out like a frisbee.

Superman braked sharply in the air, and a scream came from behind. He looked back, and everyone in the glass curtain wall of the building was looking at him in horror. He took a deep breath; this battle cannot be fought in the city.

He rushed forward again, this time directly strangling the monster's neck, dragging it along the highway for several hundred meters. But the other party could also exert force in the air, and the two were like gladiators in mid-air, you push me forward, I pull you backward, and neither was willing to show weakness.

Colliding together again, Clark looked at the monster's eyes. Its pupils were evil red, but for some reason, Clark always felt its eyes were somewhat familiar.

Just at the moment he was distracted, he was smashed into the ground, followed by huge fists smashing on him. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three punches in a row, a deep pit was smashed in the center of the road. Superman lying in the center of the deep pit was gray-faced and dirt-faced, and bloodstains were ground out of the corners of his mouth.

Taking advantage of the monster raising its fist, he flew into the sky from the pit, gazing at the monster below from high above.

A pain came from his chest, Clark looked down, his battle suit was damaged, and his skin was actually scratched.

He looked at the monster's fist in shock, and sure enough, he saw a fluorescent green sphere on the back of its hand.

Kryptonite?! But, how is this possible?!

Clark's heart began to sink. Now only he and the military have Kryptonite, and this monster is probably made by the military.

Clark clenched his fists. But this time, anger did not occupy his reason, and he cautiously thought about countermeasures.

The monster flew into mid-air again and rushed toward him. Clark dodged flexibly, trying his best not to conflict with it. Since it refused to run out of the city, then fight in the sky, at least it wouldn't destroy the buildings on the ground. As for the military's planes, Clark didn't want to care anymore.

One big and one small, two figures kept colliding with each other in the sky. One punch, another punch, more fierce, tireless.

After a while, Clark began to pant a little. This damn monster seemed to never be injured, nor would it be tired, and he couldn't break its defense at all.

Just in the gap of his panting, the monster rushed over again and smashed him to the ground fiercely. This time, it smashed directly onto the roof of the building, and the whole building shattered in response.

Clark flew up suddenly, lifting the shattered building fragments again. But the monster followed closely, and a scarlet heat ray hit Clark who was flying toward the ground.

Clark let out a scream and fell downward fiercely. But just as he was about to hit the ground, he barely stabilized his figure, put the building fragments on the ground, turned around and rushed, strangled the monster's neck, and brought it to the sky again.

A violent burning sensation came from behind, and the pain stimulated the negative emotions in his heart again, and anger surged like a tide. The power in Clark's arms became stronger and stronger, but the monster's hard bones could not be broken no matter what.

The monster smashed to the ground again, this time with its back to the ground, just pressing Clark under its body. Clark kicked its legs, kicked it away, and stumbled up from the pit.

People who were poking their heads out of the building windows to look outside exclaimed, Clark had a long scar on his back, the wound was charred black, and he could even see his spine.

"God!!!" Someone screamed, "Superman can't defeat it!!"

"Save him! Save him!!!"

Feeling the pain from his back, Clark's eyes became colder and colder. He tilted his head slightly and touched his neck, and a chain tied with a green gemstone was broken. Clark looked down at the Kryptonite in his hand and pursed his lips. The gemstone slipped from his hand, fell among the rubble, and flashed with dazzling luster in the sun.

"Boom!"

The sound of a sonic boom sounded instantly. No one saw his movements clearly, and when they came back to their senses, Superman and the monster had all disappeared.

Above the atmosphere, the red and blue figure grabbed the monster's leg and threw it upward fiercely. The monster was thrown directly into space like a rocket.

Superman jumped up, stood above the Earth, and stared coldly at the monster. He asked: "Who are you?"

The monster didn't answer, just roared angrily. Superman opened his arms, the sun rushed toward him, and the endless heat repaired his body and accumulated power in his body.

After a slight tremor, his eyes erupted with bright light, like a god descending to Earth. After pausing for a moment, "Boom!!!!"

A red laser more than ten meters thick shot out vertically, making the sky of half the Earth suddenly light up. The sky seemed to be cut open by a hot red blade, and the amazing heat made the surface of the Earth rise with a heat wave.

The monster in the laser had the spikes on its body eroded bit by bit, and its epidermis began to melt. It opened its mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound at all.

After the laser disappeared, the monster's figure was a circle smaller than before, and it had been burned beyond recognition. It seemed to be finally afraid, turned around, and flew toward the depths of the universe. Superman didn't chase, but stood on the spot and watched its back.

Just now, after all the Kryptonite components on the monster were burned off, it finally revealed a part of its original appearance. Clark recognized it; that was General Zod he had seen outside the Kryptonian main ship before.

Clark flew back to Earth, deliberately avoiding all reporters, found a small alley to change back into his clothes, and then went to find the Kryptonite he had thrown away.

Those Kryptonite powders injected into his body, besides letting him establish a certain antibody, also brought him a brand new ability. Within a certain range, he could vaguely feel the existence of Kryptonite. He followed this feeling, arrived at the scene of the incident, and picked up his necklace before the police came.

Just as he walked out of that street, he heard a familiar voice. He ran in that direction, and sure enough, he saw Lois, who was hanging a camera around her neck and talking to the police.

Clark walked in the direction Lois was facing and waved at her. Lois saw him, but still said goodbye to the police calmly and ran toward this side quietly.

"My God, are you okay?" Lois rushed directly into Clark's arms, gave him a hug, and then said, "I heard you were injured..."

"It's okay," Clark said very gently, "It's already better now."

"It's better now, then what about before?" Lois looked at him with great worry and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't be injured?"

"The opponent this time is a bit difficult to deal with. But it's already okay." Clark hugged her and gently touched her hair.

After being intimate for a while, he remembered the business. He said: "Do you know which direction this monster came from initially?"

"I didn't see it with my own eyes. However, the sound of the fighter jet started from the east and then flew directly to the south." Lois pointed in a direction.

Clark nodded, already having a count in his heart. There is a military base in the south, this monster really ran out of the military base, otherwise, it would be impossible for them to respond so quickly, and the goal would be impossible to be so clear.

"What's going on with that monster? How did it come here?"

Although Clark already had a guess, he still shook his head. Just at this time, Lois's phone rang. After she answered it, she said: "Yes, I am about to rush to the scene of the case... What? How could it be... Okay, I know."

She put away her phone, looked at Clark with a serious face, and said: "Informant news, the military is preparing to define the monster as an alien invader. At the same time, announce your identity to divert public attention."