Chapter 4330

"Damn it, we were all played by Luthor!! It must be his handiwork!!"

In the military meeting, an officer gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't agree with the plan to bring him in for experiments in the first place!"

"You say it lightly! The higher-ups are desperately asking for results, and we don't have experts in our hands. The most professional one is being watched under Superman's eyelids, and we can't even contact him. Besides Luthor, who else can we find?!"

"We offended Luthor to death before, of course, he will find a way to take revenge while taking the opportunity. Once others know that this is a monster we created, it will be all over!!!"

"No, can't let anyone know." One of the officers stood up and said, "Anyway, there is an alien spaceship parked on our heads now, just say it ran down from there, who can go to verify it?"

The conference room was suddenly full of discussion, but many people nodded in agreement. "That's right, just say it's an alien monster, anyway, they haven't seen what aliens look like, as long as it has nothing to do with us."

"I think so too. As long as we can explain it to Congress, anyway, those congressmen don't really care about what losses there are."

"No, this is not enough. That is the city center of Metropolis, such a big thing happened, pushing out a murderer is not enough to calm public opinion, we must find a way to divert attention."

"I have a way." An officer opened his mouth and said, "Let's say Superman is also an alien, this is their alien civil war. Many people worship Superman, and they will definitely be very shocked when they learn this news. By then, everyone will be discussing Superman, and no one will come to manage us."

"I think it works, let's do it. However, how to prove he is an alien? After all, he doesn't look like that monster at all."

"This is a bit troublesome, he looks too much like a human, no one will believe he is an alien."

"By the way," a young officer suddenly said, "Do you remember the Egyptian mythology that circulated some time ago?"

"You mean that snake thing? The one currently on display at the Metropolis Museum?"

"That's right. The mythology content says that the alien who came to Earth back then was a red and blue long snake. Isn't Superman's uniform also red and blue?"

"Isn't this too far-fetched? His uniform is red and blue, and it's not that his skin is red and blue..."

"Forget about those! The mouths of those reporters can turn black into white, as long as you spend some effort on public relations, it will definitely trigger discussion."

"Ahem." The general sitting in the main seat cleared his throat and said, "Everyone's suggestions are good, let's do it. Prepare to contact reporters, absolutely cannot let people realize that this matter is our responsibility."

The officers walked out of the conference room one after another, and the last one to walk out took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, but still clicked on the name "Lois" in the address book.

Lois walked with wind, and Clark could almost not keep up with her. She passed through the corridor and stood in front of the elevator to press the button. After entering the elevator, she turned around, nodded slightly, and then said: "To make a fuss about your identity, there must be evidence. You don't know which corner they will dig out some absurd things from, let reporters edit them in every way, and take them out to fool the public.

"The best way to deal with this matter is to completely destroy the soil where rumors grow. I already have an idea..."

Lois walked into her studio. This was the first time Clark had come here, but he had no intention of appreciating the decoration style at the moment, just followed behind Lois and asked: "How to do it?"

Lois sat down, picked up the water cup on the side and took a sip of water, cleared her throat, and then said: "The first law of communication, whoever is faster, whoever is more reasonable. People tend to believe the first person to speak, and no matter how it reverses later, the spread will be greatly reduced. So we have to be faster than the military.

"They want to create a shocking news to divert attention, and we also create a shocking news to divert attention to them. If they explode against us, it will be one step later than us, and it will never cover our hot spots; if they choose to suppress public opinion first, they will miss this explosion point, and it will be difficult to attract so much public attention for any news that comes out later."

"Create news? Is it spreading rumors? But this..."

"Of course it's not spreading rumors. In fact, I suspect that this monster was created by the military, and I have a reasonable basis. You wrote in the previous news draft that you heard the corpse collector in the tent area say that the usage of corpses increased because someone wanted to test new weapons to deal with aliens. Could it be the military?

"Of course, we don't have evidence to prove that they are indeed using corpses to test new weapons, nor can we prove that it is the military testing new weapons. But one point cannot be denied, many homeless people have indeed died recently.

"The fact is, the ones on the East Coast were frozen to death, and the ones on the West Coast might be rectifying the city's appearance, but people won't think about it carefully. They will only find that many homeless people have indeed disappeared during this period, plus the possibility of testing new weapons we proposed, they will naturally think that it is the military testing new weapons failed, and finally created a mutant. This kind of conspiracy theory is very popular.

"In this way, we didn't spread rumors, just put forward reasonable doubts, but explained where the invading monster came from, pointed out the culprit of this matter, and attracted the public's attention."

Lois wrote the draft while talking, and by the time she finished speaking, the draft was almost half written. Clark was simply impressed, and he felt that he could never become such a powerful independent reporter in his life.

Lois said until her mouth was dry, picked up the water cup and took another sip of water. But suddenly, her breathing became rapid, she pinched her neck, and began to cough and vomit violently.

Clark was stunned, rushed up to hug her. He glanced at the water cup, realized the problem, and hurriedly induced vomiting for her. But after Lois trembled, she fainted.

Clark hurriedly hugged the person and sent her to the hospital. Looking at Lois being sent into the operating room, the anger almost ignited his brain.

Clark stood outside the emergency room and took a few deep breaths. The only remaining reason controlled him to walk out of the hospital. He couldn't lose control now, he had to find a way to solve this matter, he had to complete Lois's report.

But he was not as experienced as Lois and could write a report out of thin air. So he flew back to the Daily Planet and wanted to take back the report he wrote to look at the details.

"Editor-in-chief, where is the report I gave you before?"

"Which one?"

"It's the one I requested to be published independently this morning..."

"Just published."

"What?!" Clark was stunned.

A flash of light flashed in the editor-in-chief's eyes, and he said: "You mentioned in it that the number of homeless people in Los Angeles has dropped sharply recently, and you heard the corpse collector say that someone is studying alien weapons and needs corpses, right?"

The editor-in-chief sat on the office chair and turned twice, saying: "Before that monster came, this kind of waste paper wouldn't even be used by anyone to wipe their ass. Repeating other people's daily life is not news. However, once the monster comes, this really has the potential to be a big hit."

Clark couldn't help but cover his forehead. Good guy, none of those who study journalism are fuel-efficient lamps, this nose is more sensitive than a hyena. The editor-in-chief and Lois thought together, and both wanted to use his previous investigation report to make a big news.

"Aren't you afraid of the military looking for trouble with you?"

"I didn't say who did it." The editor-in-chief spread his hands and said, "I just repeated the daily life of Los Angeles people and published a boring report like toilet paper as usual. Where they are willing to guess, what does it have to do with me?"

After speaking, he picked up the cup on the table and wanted to drink coffee. Clark flashed to his side and slapped the cup away.

"Crack!!"

"Clark Kent, are you crazy?!!"

"I'm doing this for your own good," Clark said, "The last person who proposed this method is now in the emergency room, and someone poisoned her."

After speaking, Clark didn't want to talk to him anymore and turned to fly away. But behind him came the editor-in-chief's urgent shout: "Wait!"

Clark turned back to look at him, and the editor-in-chief looked at him with glowing eyes and said: "Who did you say? Who poisoned whom?!"

"Lois. My friend, she is a reporter..."

"Lois? Lois Lane? That famous independent reporter?!"

Clark had to briefly summarize it. The editor-in-chief immediately stood up from the chair and said: "Quick, take the camera, call the people in the office, let's go to the hospital!"

Clark was pushed into the office by the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief stood at the office door and shouted: "Everyone! Take your eating tools! Follow me!!!"

The editor-in-chief took the phone while running out, and didn't stop until he ran downstairs, one phone call after another.

By the time they drove to the hospital entrance, it was already surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Police and reporters were squeezing in front of the door.

Clark was directly stunned. However, the editor-in-chief made a painful expression toward the lenses of major reporters while squeezing inside.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that they would dare to do such evil things to colleagues who are brave enough to speak out. If they are allowed to continue, who else would be willing to speak for the people?!"

"I simply can't believe it, this is a human tragedy! Someone wants to block the path of speech and prevent the public from obtaining the truth!"

"Yes, as soon as my report was published, poor Ms. Lane suffered a poisonous hand. Of course, I don't mean to suspect anyone, but you also know this is very strange."

"I cannot answer this question. I also don't want to believe that the loyal soldiers trained by the federal government would do such things in order to shirk responsibility and suppress public opinion! If this is true, what else is worth trusting?!"

"Of course, I don't mean to attack the ruling party. However, whether the powerlessness they showed in the face of the alien problem has promoted the occurrence of this tragedy to some extent is a question worth our serious thinking..."

Clark watched the editor-in-chief walk and talk all the way, and by the time they reached the hospital entrance, the whole thing had developed into "Independent reporter Lois Lane, who provided the investigation report on the number of homeless people in Los Angeles, was poisoned and silenced by the military."

Clark suddenly felt that if he wanted to be an independent reporter, he might really have to practice more.

Returning to the hospital, Clark hurriedly asked the doctor about Lois's situation. The doctor didn't look too nervous either, he said: "Acute metal poisoning, the toxicity is very weak, and there is no big problem after gastric lavage. However, the patient herself is relatively weak, and may need to rest for a period of time..."

Clark was a bit strange, Lois's body was not weak at all, and people with poor health couldn't be reporters. The last sentence sounded strange.

Just as he wanted to continue to pursue the question, he heard a familiar voice from upstairs with his super hearing, it seemed to be Schiller.

"I said you should put less, and you wouldn't have vomited so violently. Madam, you are a bit too ruthless to yourself."

"Rest assured, I'm fine. Vomit... I knew long ago that Clark's background would be a hidden danger. Look, making preparations early is beneficial, right?"

"In order to create a big news, you are also desperate. But it's fine now, if anyone says Clark is an alien again, everyone will think it's the person who wants to silence you who is targeting you and fabricated such rumors. However, you two..."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Ahem, the photo of us hugging should have been sent out, and I have to trouble you..."

"No trouble, people love to watch gossip, not to mention Superman just saved the Earth. His gossip will definitely be very hot, no need for me to try hard to spread it."

"That's good. He should come in a while, you go first."

As soon as Clark pushed the door open, Schiller, who was walking out, bumped straight into a wall. Clark walked in, hugging his arms, and stared at Schiller with narrowed eyes.

Schiller took a step back, pointed at Lois, and said innocently: "She made me do it."