103 Curiosity is a good thing!

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"Which base are you from?!"

Holding the guy in his hand, David's eyes were cold and gloomy, his presence exuded such power that nobody dared to breathe, as if ants had encountered an ancient apex predator, a suppression from a different level of life.

"Who are you?

Put him down!"

The soldiers' faces turned pale, wondering how this person had appeared in the blocked-off area!

"Raise your hands and kneel down immediately!"

One by one, black gun barrels pointed at him, accompanied by threatening warnings from the group of elite soldiers.

David completely ignored them, as if he were facing nothing more than sticks on fire instead of guns.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

His voice held no emotion, his eyes gleamed with fierce purple light, fixed on the person in his hand.

A terrifying and imminent sense of danger overwhelmed him.

"I'm going to die, definitely going to die!"

Fear invaded his mind and body and the soldier's face turned pale, the instinct of life warning him frantically, his teeth chattering.

Even with a gun pointed at his head, he had never felt such a strong sense of impending death.

"Fourteen miles north of the outskirts of Metropolitan City, codenamed Base 604."

"Very good, congratulations on saving your life."

Having obtained the information he wanted; David casually dropped the person in his hand.

The person fell to the ground in shock, scrambling backward, horror in his eyes, just looking at David had shattered his courage.

"Monster, there's a monster!"

"Open fire!"

Daring to intrude into a military blockade and threaten soldiers on a mission, the sergeant in charge of the military barked fiercely.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Deafening gunshots rang out, echoing in the platform corridor, causing a low, echoing reverberation.

In an instant, a pile of golden bullets, emitting the scent of gunpowder, accumulated at his feet.

David frowned as he stood still as if he were facing a swarm of annoying mosquitoes, his purple eyes shining brightly as if they were about to burst forth in the next moment.

Buzz!

A terrifying pressure made everyone present feel like they were being stared down by a prehistoric beast, their hearts gripped as if by a giant hand, their legs going weak uncontrollably, their eyes wide open, their strength seemingly drained away, feeling like death was about to descend at any moment.

Just as he was about to use a laser to deal with the soldiers who dared to shoot at him, David suddenly remembered something.

He glanced at the live broadcast cameras who saw him appearing and were brave and stupid enough to rush towards him, thinking it would be a piece of big news, considering them for a moment, and frowned.

In the next instant, a flash of purple lightning, that figure that seemed to belong to a different level of life, with an overwhelming presence, disappeared from the spot.

One second, two seconds, several seconds passed, and the scene was still eerily quiet.

"Gone... he's gone?"

It wasn't until a cowardly guy in the crowd sat down as if in shock that everyone snapped out of it.

"Where did he go?"

Despite holding their guns ready, they couldn't find that terrifying figure. The soldiers, whose hearts had been in their throats, breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other, feeling as if they had narrowly escaped death in front of the Grim Reaper.

"It... It seems like he's gone."

"Damn it, report to the base, there may be an unidentified creature heading towards the base!"

The military sergeant quickly shouted into the radio on his shoulder, and after saying that, he gave a fierce glare at the soldier who had leaked military secrets.

"Get ready for the court-martial."

But the usually intimidating words of the sergeant had lost their power at this moment.

Seeing that purple figure disappear, the soldier's face showed a sense of relief after surviving a life-threatening situation.

No one knew the fear he had felt when he was just a few centimeters from that high-temperature purple gaze. As long as he could survive, he was willing to go to as many military courts as necessary.

...

"It didn't bend? What is this syringe made of?"

Luthor was slightly surprised.

On the screen, a research scientist in protective gear held a metal syringe with a needle that gleamed with a cold light. They were trying hard to pierce Superman's skin, but it was as if they were poking at tough, high-density rubber; they couldn't break through.

"Why can't it work?"

General Sam Lane felt like he had lost face and his face turned ugly.

The skin of this monster was even tougher than the Prometheus metal, which the military had classified as top-secret and restricted!

"Ugh..."

Clark weakly opened his eyes.

He remembered successfully intercepting that train and using an unprecedented level of strange protective forcefield, but he had blacked out right after stopping it.

"Where am I?"

In a silent room, with cold restraints and someone was near him whose heartbeat was starting to tense and accelerate, and was that something sharp poking his arm's veins?

"Who has captured me, let me go!"

Clark tried to break free, but his limbs were powerless; he couldn't muster any strength. Even in his weakened state, he should have been able to break free from the restraints. Something was off; someone had given him some kind of drug.

"It's already quite incredible; human strength is limiting its power."

Seeing Clark open his eyes, as if it were just a laboratory gorilla waking up, Luthor remained calm and pointed out the problem.

The metal used to make the needle was stronger than any alloy he was aware of on the market; it was just that the person wielding it lacked the strength.

Not to mention that this metal may not be as strong as Superman's body, even iron couldn't break through ordinary wood if the person using it didn't have much strength.

"General Lane, is this metal available for sale?"

Luthor thought of his armor. If he could use this metal to construct the armor he had researched, he was confident he could go head-to-head with this so-called Superman.

In addition, there was his...

"Use a hydraulic press along with the syringe; I don't believe we can't break his skin!"

Ignoring Luthor's words, General Sam Lane grabbed the microphone and ordered angrily.

"Let me go, General Lane?! Are you people from the Military?!"

Their conversation, separated by dozens of walls, reached Clark's ears. Accompanied by Clark's panicked and angry struggles, the steel electric chair fixed to the ground began to shake.

The research personnel retreated in fear.

"Why did you capture me?"

Thinking back to how this creature had violently intercepted a high-speed train running at full speed before, the base personnel hurriedly followed protocol and pressed a button.

A powerful electric current coursed through Clark's entire body. His muscles convulsed, and steam rose from his clothes, but he continued to struggle.

As the voltage continued to increase, Clark's body only emitted some heat from his hair, and he made a few muffled grunts, but his body remained unscathed.

"General, we've maxed out the voltage!"

The soldier in front of the control console turned back in horror. What was this guy's body made of?

"Electricity isn't working; try the sonic weapon!"

As if he wasn't an outsider, Luthor calmly and quickly suggested.

Buzz!

Two sonic weapons emitted a muffled sound and fired sonic beams precisely into Clark's ear canals. Compared to the fragile skin, the eardrums, which were much more delicate, felt like they were being violently struck like drums, and his head buzzed.

"Ah!!..."

This time, it wasn't just a few weak muffled grunts. Clark screamed in agony as if iron rods were being inserted into both sides of his head and stirred around.

His body stiffened, his brain consciousness blurred, he was sweating profusely, and the world spun around him. He had very little strength left, making it difficult for him to struggle.

"Superman, where in the universe did you come from? There's no record of your existence in the global database. You, a despicable alien, must be the vanguard of an Earth-conquering plan!"

Luthor changed his calm tone and, with a fierce voice, shouted as if he were a narrow-minded racist, speaking with certainty.

"No, I'm not!"

Clark, who was in pain, shouted angrily because he was wronged and had saved the civilians, but was treated in this manner.

"Not?!"

Luthor's pupils contracted at the response, his mind shaken.

Ordinarily, someone would be more concerned with denying the ridiculousness of being an alien, but this guy instinctively focused on denying being part of an Earth-conquering vanguard.

"Interesting, you really are an alien."

"Let me go!

Then what are you? I can't hear your heartbeat; I can't hear the flow of blood in your veins."

Clark shouted.

Even though his eardrums were being bombarded by sonic weapons, he could still hear the person speaking through the loudspeaker in another room, separated by dozens of walls from where he was.

But the person speaking didn't have a heartbeat, didn't have the sound of human blood flowing, didn't have the subtle sounds of gastrointestinal movement... he was definitely not human.

"No heartbeat?"

Sam, who was doubting whether confirming that Superman was an alien could be this simple, felt his heart skip a beat and looked at Lex with a skeptical gaze and subtly reached for his pistol at his waist.

"Don't be nervous..."

Under the light bulb, Luthor smiled calmly, about to explain.

However, a team leader holding a walkie-talkie hurriedly burst into the room. "General, soldiers in the city are reporting that an extremely fast and unidentified humanoid creature is expected to attack the base."

The team leader glanced at Superman on the screen.

"It might be coming to rescue him."

'David?'

Clark, in a dire situation and feeling somewhat desperate, was delighted to hear this. His only thought was that it might be his brother.

"Is he one of your kind? How many of your alien kind are lurking on Earth?"

General Lane's face changed dramatically, and he picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to issue orders for the base's fighter jets, tanks, and all combat units to enter the first-level combat readiness.

But suddenly!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of thunderous roars, flying debris.

In just one second, dozens of thick reinforced concrete walls, designed to withstand rocket attacks, were smashed open like paper, one after another.

A figure as fast as purple lightning, almost tearing through the entire base with unstoppable momentum, brazenly appeared in the room that was under secret surveillance.

And found Clark, bound to the interrogation electric chair.

After glancing at Clark's miserable state in the restraints, David's face darkened. He then turned to the camera.

"Curiosity is a good thing. But I suppose you're prepared to pay the price for exploring certain secrets!"

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