Clark Kent looked at the President of the United States in front of him, as well as the senior officials of the White House, and said with assurance, "My request is not complicated. Thirty of the best physicists in the United States and two hundred of the best engineers in the world.
An experimental base big enough for me to conduct any experiments. Yes, I have already chosen the place. It's in Manhattan's Times Square.
I also want the authority to investigate all federal records at will. "
"That's impossible. Even His Excellency the President doesn't have such authority …" Before the security consultant could finish speaking, Clark twisted his head off.
He gently pressed the other party's head into his chest, as if he was squeezing the corpse of a bug. Clark said lightly, "Please note that I'm not negotiating with you, so don't try to bargain, test my bottom line, or negotiate with me.
Let me remind you again that you're talking to someone who can kill the entire White House in a second, destroy the entire Pentagon in a minute, and turn Washington into ruins in an hour. "
A cruel and somewhat sick smile appeared on Clark's face. Under the operation of Zuo Qingcang's continuous transmission of information, his personality became colder and colder.
The unprecedented sense of power made him regard the benevolence, righteousness, morality, and legal norms of the past as nothing.
Although the senior officials present had ugly expressions, there was nothing they could do.
Secretary of State Hillary took a deep breath and said, "We need time."
"You have forty-eight hours. During these forty-eight hours, I can try any means of attack you want. But after forty-eight hours, I must see the team and the location I requested.
And this is not completely without benefits for you. Afghanistan, Iraq … I can help you solve the local disputes around the world. It's as simple as cleaning the kitchen and stomping a few cockroaches to death. "
Clark's request was naturally indirectly proposed by Zuo Qingcang. It was rare to have a research and development environment in modern physics. He could do a lot of front-end research while building the transmission door.
Secretary of State Hillary nodded to an assistant. "Do as Mr. Kent says."
"Okay. Remember, you only have forty-eight hours," Clark said. "And before that, I have to do some preparatory work." His body moved slightly, and he disappeared into the horizon at a speed of over Mach 10.
Secretary of State Hillary looked coldly at the disappearing black dot in the distance. "Connect me to the Department of Defense."
"We've already locked onto him with military satellites, sir."
"You heard him. Try to capture him."
Previously, because Clark was in the White House, the US military had a large number of weapons of mass destruction that could not be used. But now that Clark had left the White House, they obviously did not have this concern. Besides, Clark himself had said that they could attack as they pleased.
In the sky, Clark narrowed his eyes and saw six supersonic fighter jets flying towards him from the distant horizon. Then, the first thing that came at them were 24 missiles and 25 mm cannons.
With a sneer, Clark allowed the twenty-four missiles to hit him. The high temperature and explosive shockwaves turned into a huge fireball that enveloped Clark.
However, with a flash of his body, he charged out of the fireball. Braving the cannon fire, he charged forward.
From beginning to end, he didn't even bother to dodge.
Every bullet from the 25mm cannon was as thick as two fingers, but when they hit Clark, it was as if they had hit the surface of a white dwarf. Other than distorting themselves, they couldn't even leave a white mark on his body.
"Oh no, he disappeared."
"We can't see him."
"Damn it, he's there."
A pilot saw Clark standing on top of another fighter jet. With a light step, he kicked the fighter jet into two halves and it fell toward the ground.
Then, he turned his head and looked at the pilot with an evil expression. With a dash, he smashed a big hole in another fighter jet.
Just as the pilot was about to jump out with a parachute, Clark grabbed him and threw him to the ground like a huge discus.
With a thud, there was a bloody mess on the ground.
In less than five seconds, eight of the most advanced supersonic fighter jets turned into wreckage. On the other hand, from the outside, even Clark's clothes weren't torn. After all, they were formed from True Origin.
The control center was silent. The Secretary of Defense slapped the control panel. "This b * stard."
Clark looked at the ruins on the ground and clapped his hands casually. "Boring probing." The next moment, he turned into a black rainbow and disappeared into the horizon.
He didn't hide anywhere. Instead, he flew directly into the sky above New York and slowly descended toward Times Square.
Times Square was proudly called the crossroads of the world by the Americans. It could be said to be one of the most prosperous centers in the entire New York. There were huge electronic screens, tall buildings, and a sea of people everywhere.
Clark descended from the sky in the middle of the day, attracting everyone's attention almost instantly. Countless people pointed at Clark as he descended from the sky, and many children cheered.
"Look, Mommy, it's Superman!"
"Is this a magic show?"
Many people raised their phones and took pictures in Clark's direction.
"Is this the latest 3D projection technology?"
"Hey, brother, well done. How did you fly?"
Faced with the cheering crowd, Clark's expression was cold. It was as if he was looking at ants on the ground.
"If we're going to set up the quantum transmission gate here, it'll be a good choice to set it up on the ground. The geomagnetic field here is very suitable for this, and the materials are all over the place."
With a wave of his hand, a person's phone appeared in his hand. The five fingers of his right hand drew out many afterimages, and the phone started flashing at an unprecedented speed.
This was Zuo Qingcang going online indirectly. For the past 12 years, as Clark had yet to awaken, Zuo Qingcang had not been able to control him well. It was only at this moment that Zuo Qingcang was able to search for some information he wanted through the internet.
In the new land, Zuo Qingcang frowned slightly. "There are no shadows. At the very least, shadows don't exist in this world. As expected, this is a parallel world with slight differences. "
Just then, the black man whose phone had been snatched away walked up. "Hey, buddy, you can't just take my phone."
"Alright." Clark smiled coldly and crushed the phone into a lump of scrap metal. "I'll return it to you." He tossed it out casually, and the phone flew out like a flaming meteor. It brushed past the side of the black man's head and then pierced through over ten buildings, leaving behind a huge hole.
Wherever the scrap metal passed, the shock wave spread to both sides, blowing away hundreds of onlookers.
The crowd in Times Square instantly screamed and then fled in all directions. Two patrol officers held up their small pistols and pointed nervously and tremblingly at Clark's position.
"Put down your weapons and raise your hands!"
Clark shrugged. He was too lazy to talk to these police officers. He raised his hands and clapped lightly.
It was as if a thousand bombs had exploded in his palms. The ground under his feet suddenly sank by tens of centimeters. The glass of the buildings within a radius of a thousand meters shattered, and countless sparks burst out from the largest electronic screen in Times Square.
The nearby crowd, including the police, fainted on the ground. No one knew if they were dead or alive.
Half an hour later, Trump looked at the television in front of him with a face full of anger. At least dozens of television stations in the United States had temporarily interrupted the news in Times Square.
"A man dressed as Superman is carrying out terrorist activities in Times Square."
"No organization has claimed responsibility yet."
"According to witnesses, the man has the ability to fly …"
"At present, more than 2,000 people have fainted. No one knows if they are dead or alive. Thousands of people are trapped in more than ten buildings. The special forces have surrounded the entire Times Square, and the fire brigade is …"
"This is the most shocking terrorist attack since 9/11. The authorities have yet to make a statement …"
The television showed blurry images taken by various mobile phones. Trump gritted his teeth and said, "Tell those damn reporters to stop reporting. They are betraying the country and destroying the stability of the country."
"There's no other way, sir. I'm afraid the whole world knows about it now."
Another consultant said, "He may be doing this on purpose. We may be able to make use of this."
"The Department of Defense has sent news. I'm afraid that conventional gunpowder weapons will have no effect on him."
It was not only on television. All kinds of networks, Twitter, WeChat Moments, video websites, forums, and Tieba were filled with news about Times Square and Clark.
Superman had appeared in Times Square. This sentence had become the hottest topic on Earth today.
However, Clark did not care about this. With a casual punch, he blasted a big hole in the side of the building. Then, with a slight pull of his hands, he pulled out steel bars. He inserted these steel bars into the center of Times Square one by one. It was like a steel jungle.
There were more than ten helicopters, including military helicopters and TV helicopters.
A general shouted over the radio, "This is a military control zone. Get out of here immediately."
Unfortunately, those people did not care about this at all.
On the other side, the Department of Defense had already issued a second test attack. Two supersonic fighters flew over New York. Four missiles made a series of whistling sounds and fell toward Clark's position.
However, this attack did not bring about too many flames and explosions. Instead, it instantly released more than a ton of nerve anesthetic gas that enveloped Clark.
Even a drop of this newly developed anesthetic was enough to paralyze an elephant in an instant. A ton of it could anesthetize any living creature in the world.
Unfortunately, under the disappointed gaze of the Department of Defense, Clark continued to stab the steel bars into the ground as if nothing had happened.
Trump's eyes were fixed on Clark on the screen. The question in his mind was also the question of countless people in the world at this moment.
What was he trying to do?
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