Chapter 4402

Clark suspected he was dreaming. Or maybe he was high. Or maybe he'd eaten a poisonous mushroom. Otherwise, how could someone have hammered a nail into the Earth?!!!

The shape of this thing was like an oversized rivet, thin at the bottom and thick at the top. And judging by Clark's super vision, it was driven very, very deep; the crust had definitely been pierced through. Any deeper and he couldn't even see it anymore.

That slight tremor just now was this thing drilling through the crust. And that violent jolt was the thing locking into place. It shook when it activated, which was why the entire East Coast had an earthquake.

Clark hovered in mid-air for several seconds, stunned, before he accepted reality. Then he suddenly realized what Schiller meant by "direct impact."

Homicide cases, Martian lists, or confirming the existence of Martians—none of that was important. What was important was dragging him over there, keeping all his energy focused on thinking about the murderer, while he remained completely unaware that someone was about to hammer a nail into the Earth.

It is no exaggeration to say that Clark's scalp was tingling. He didn't even dare to think about what this thing was for. It couldn't be that Earth was illegally occupying the lane and was about to be demolished, right?!

But he soon found out. Because at this very moment, the same face appeared on every screen on Earth. A green, Martian face.

"Greetings, my dear human friends. I presume you have already discovered that I have sent you some small gifts. The space station we just launched into Earth's orbit is actually not a space station. Even by your shallow level of engineering, you should be able to see that it looks more like a cannon barrel than a space station.

Congratulations, you guessed correctly. That is the launch trajectory for the 'Reproductive Gene Activation Tower.' Currently, three towers have been placed near Asia, Europe, and the Americas, and they have already successfully begun operation.

You must be very curious about what is going on. Don't be impatient; listen as I explain it to you slowly. We have been neighbors for so long, and we know you very well, yet you know nothing about us. I must say, you really are one-in-a-million good neighbors.

As everyone knows, Earth and Mars are very close. It isn't very strange that life would breed on two such similar planets, is it?

However, Earth is a beautiful greenhouse. Therefore, the life born on Earth is very fragile. Mars is different. Although our ancestors did not come from Mars either, surviving and growing under such harsh conditions has given us very powerful physiques and special abilities.

I presume you have already investigated and found that Martians have extremely strong camouflage abilities. No human technological means can distinguish us. Don't waste your efforts.

Of course, it is not without reason that we want to go to Earth. The conditions on Mars are too harsh, making our breeding very difficult. The main difficulty lies in the fact that the conception rate is too low.

To this end, our scientists developed radiation towers to increase the conception rate, but unfortunately, this thing doesn't work very well on Mars. The Martian environment is not suitable for our genetic reproduction.

And as it happens, the breeding rate of those Martian agents who went to Earth to investigate is shockingly high. After a series of investigations, we discovered that Earth is the most suitable breeding ground for Martians.

Thus, we lurked on Earth for many years and finally built the launch trajectory and the reproductive activation towers. We also selected many of the Martians most suitable for breeding to go to Earth and disguise themselves. Just now, we deployed the activation towers near the most densely populated continents. They have already begun working.

I believe you have already witnessed how strong Martians are. Our only disadvantage compared to you is that the breeding rate is too low and the population is too small. But the activation towers can perfectly solve this disadvantage. As long as we can breed, both Mars and Earth will be ours.

As for you? Actually, we originally wanted to drive you all to Australia to fend for yourselves. But I quite like that little fellow called the kangaroo. That will also be one of the Martian's future natural assets, and it cannot be ruined by you.

Perhaps the great Martian lords are willing to spare your lives, but whether you go to the mines to mine or perform in the circus is not for you to decide. Goodbye, my slaves."

This speech made Clark's head buzz. What had happened during the time he was away? How did the world become like this? Hadn't the power levels inflated a bit too quickly?

Before, he was thinking about how to save ordinary people from these evil politicians, but now, seeing that humanity was about to perish, he had to go fight the Martians first.

Just as Clark was wondering what the hell a Martian was, his phone suddenly rang. As soon as he answered, an anxious voice came from the other end: "Superman!! Superman, come to the East Coast quickly!!! Come to the coast of Metropolis!!!"

Clark was confused; he didn't know this person at all. However, when he listened carefully, he discovered that this person was calling him from the coast of Metropolis. And since he was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, this must be someone from the military.

Clark flew over immediately. Sure enough, he saw a Coast Guard officer standing there. After he flew over, the other party asked very anxiously: "Superman, can you pull that thing out?"

Clark opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment. After thinking about it, he said: "I only know that thing is inserted very deep. As for whether I can pull it out, I might have to try."

Just as he finished speaking, another call came in. This time the voice was slightly calmer, but it sounded forced: "Listen, Superman, this is Washington. You see that thing on the coast, right? Go pull it out quickly!"

Then followed the second and third calls. They sounded like different factions, but they were all unanimously demanding that Superman go pull that thing out.

Although Clark didn't like these politicians, he didn't have any good feelings for the Martians either. He would absolutely not allow aliens to invade Earth. So, he flew toward that side.

Beneath the Hall of Justice. J'onn, who had just put down the receiver, turned back into his human form. He stared at the surveillance screen nervously and said: "He won't really be able to handle it, will he?"

"Don't worry," Bruce said. "This thing is a Kryptonian product. The material strength is very high; even Superman's heat vision cannot cut through it. Didn't you try it before?"

J'onn felt slightly relieved and then said: "Then what if he pulls it out?"

Bruce shook his head again and said: "There is an extended barb design at the bottom. If he pulls it out by force, the entire East Coast will split open. He won't dare to do that."

Before he finished speaking, the ground shook again. Arthur's roar came through the communicator: "Get him away quickly, I can't hold back the tsunami anymore!"

"It's fine, he won't try again," Bruce said.

"You really made me re-evaluate humanity, Batman." Behind the surveillance screen, a massive figure was submerged in the darkness. Doomsday, or rather, the Kryptonian General Zod, was sitting across from them.

"Anyway, your plan to terraform Earth can't succeed either. Borrowing the nails from us is just making use of waste. Isn't it?"

"I really don't know how to evaluate this plan," Diana, who was next to them, said, covering her forehead weakly. "Even God would call it crazy."

It turned out that while the Justice League was busy fighting, Bruce hadn't been idle either. He had found Doomsday, who was hiding on the far side of the moon to heal.

The ultimate beam Clark gave Doomsday had seemingly severely injured him, but it had actually saved him. This beam destroyed the vast majority of Doomsday spores, allowing Zod, who was fighting against his violent nature, to achieve victory. Zod regained his sanity.

When Bruce sought him out, Zod was very surprised. But when Bruce talked about how Zod had fallen into a human trap because he wanted to save a child, Zod also had nothing to say.

Clearly, Zod had already realized that compared to the physical gap between humans and aliens, the chasm of good and evil on this planet was longer and deeper. He admitted that he couldn't completely stand on the side of those who were so evil. His actions had already made a choice.

Thus, they reached a deal. Bruce promised to help Zod convince Superman to use the Codex to help the Kryptonians breed again. But what Bruce wanted was something Zod couldn't understand. He wanted the "Planetary Environment Modification Device" carried inside the Kryptonian main ship. Actually, it was those few nails.

This thing was developed by Kryptonians to improve the environment of harsh planets. As mentioned before, for carbon-based life, the atmosphere and water on a strange planet could be very deadly. And compared to using small life-support devices to protect explorers, Kryptonian technology had clearly developed to another level, which was directly modifying the planet's environment.

Zod's original plan was to drop this thing, modify Earth into an environment that Kryptonians could adapt to, and then use the Codex to breed, reviving Kryptonian civilization on Earth.

But actually, after experiencing so much, he had basically given up. One reason was that he was certain that the long-legged Codex wouldn't listen to him, and he was completely unable to beat Superman. On the other hand, he realized that Kryptonians on Earth might turn into completely different species. He didn't have the ability to build a Kryptonian society, and if he forced it, it might cause big trouble.

Of course, part of it was also because his encounters on Earth made him feel that the feng shui here was a bit evil. For children, the growing environment was very important. Choosing humans as neighbors was still a bit too advanced.

Since he had already given up, there was no use for these few nails. Zod simply gave them to Bruce. And the space station that Bruce had Victor build, which looked like a telescope, wasn't entirely a space station, but a cannon for launching the nails.

The plan was prepared very well, but there was a small slip-up, which was that Superman returned too quickly.

Originally, they wanted to launch the nails before Superman returned. As it turned out, Clark didn't seem to have any attachment to Kryptonian civilization. Even if he had spent half a day mourning his homeland, the plan would have succeeded. Bruce also thought that he would at least be sentimental for a while before heading back. So there was some deviation in the calculation of time. When Superman returned, the nails hadn't been launched yet.

This was a bit troublesome. Because on the entire Earth, the only one with the ability to stop the nails from being launched was Superman. Don't look at how hard it was to pull the nails out after they were driven in; that was because there were Earthlings as hostages. But during the flight, they could be completely intercepted by Superman.

In order not to let Superman stop the plan, Bruce directly contacted the Daily Planet to request a submission. At the same time, the Luthor Manor held a banquet to lure away J'onn. Schiller participated in the banquet, confusing Clark with the first murder case, and then dragging out time with the second murder case.

Just as Clark was struggling to think about the details of the murder case, the launch trajectory finished charging. Three huge pins modified by Bruce were driven into the oceans near three continents.

?? The nails are just that thing Zod used in the movie; I don't know how to describe it, it just looks like a nail.