NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 104: Let Me See What He Is
"The beast is caged."
On the big screen, Lex Luthor, playing with his chin, watched another room through the surveillance feed.
The young man, wearing a blue T-shirt, was unconscious and locked onto a specially made electric chair with heavy shackles that had been prepared in advance.
Calling them shackles was an understatement; they were indistinguishable from a solid, giant steel ball. Only the youth's forearms, lower legs, and head were exposed.
On either side of his head, two massive sonic weapons were aimed at his ears, ready to deal with any sudden situation should he wake up.
Even so, outside the room, whose walls were also made of solid steel, a crowd of heavily armed soldiers held their breath nervously, as if the person locked inside was some kind of terrifying monster.
"You didn't tell me your plan was to knock him out with a high-speed train full of passengers!"
The middle-aged general, with white hair like steel needles and a straight posture like a steel spear, exuded the aura of a tough soldier. He stared intently at the screen, his tone displeased.
Neither the potential harm to this unique biological entity nor the danger to the passengers was something he wanted to see.
"No, no, no, he wasn't knocked out by a collision."
Luther, seeing his meticulously designed plan described so simply, waved a finger to emphasize his point.
"He passed out from exhaustion."
"What's the difference?" General Sam Lane shot him a sideways glance.
"General, you wanted Superman, and I gave you Superman."
Luther didn't want to explain further to General Ryan, a man with outstanding military achievements, an old-fashioned demeanor, and who only knew how to train soldiers and fight wars. He shrugged.
"Just don't forget what you promised me in the beginning."
"To share all research materials on this... Superman being?"
Sam Lane frowned, recalling the name the outside world had given to this powerful being.
"Speaking of which, your daughter gave him that name. He doesn't seem to reject it."
Luther let out a scoff.
"Superman? ...Whether he's human remains to be seen."
"I've never heard of a human inhaling a super-potent anesthetic gas, enough to incapacitate thousands of Asian elephants, and only having their heartbeat slightly slow down."
Sam Lane glanced at the heartbeat detected on the screen and snorted coldly.
For a human, even inhaling that much oxygen would lead to oxygen poisoning.
"Let's take a blood sample first. I want to see what exactly he is."
"Blood sample?"
Luther looked surprised.
"His skin's toughness is probably so great that even a titanium alloy drill can't penetrate it. General, what do you plan to use to draw blood?"
Sam Lane glanced at him and remained silent, but he seemed confident.
...
"It's Clark, he's been captured?"
Hearing the commotion, his mother, Martha, ran to the living room. Her face was pale, and she covered her mouth, watching the news report on television in disbelief.
"Superman is really Clark? He's been taken?"
Jonathan's eyes widened, and he sat stunned on the sofa. Then, filled with anxiety, he found himself unable to accept the news.
"Mom, Dad, you know?"
Daina, with a grim expression, stared at the television and asked casually.
Clark had told him that he hadn't told his parents that he was Superman, wanting to spare them worry. He had asked Daina to keep it a secret.
But seeing Superman in trouble, both parents immediately became anxious and tense, which didn't seem like they had just found out.
"Your brother wanted to keep it from us.
But how could we not tell that he had secrets?"
Especially Martha, covering her mouth, her eyes reddened and tearful.
The appearance of a super vigilante in Metropolis, who could effortlessly lift trucks and move faster than bullets, had already flooded the news and newspapers.
At first, the couple had thought he was a metahuman empowered by a meteorite. They had even remarked at the dinner table how, among the many people who gained superpowers from meteorites, at least one was finally using them for good.
The couple hadn't thought much of it, as the Superman in the news was a healthy person. How could he be Clark, who was blind in both eyes?
But later, the couple noticed that whenever Superman was mentioned, Clark would either try to avoid the topic or his expression would become unnatural when talking about him. The two of them began to have suspicions.
And how could it be such a coincidence that a superpowered individual as strong as Clark, an alien, would appear?
"Now is not the time to talk about this, son.
You have to go and bring your brother back."
Snapping back to reality, Jonathan shot up from the sofa in a hurry and said anxiously.
When it was a matter of extreme urgency, who knew what the military might do to Clark.
"I understand.
I will definitely bring Clark back safe and sound."
After a final glance at the scene, David furrowed his brow, vanished from his spot with a whoosh, kicking up a gust of wind. Seeing their son leave, Martha could no longer hold back her anxious tears.
Jonathan hugged his wife, and together they stared nervously at the television screen, praying that both their sons would return safely.
After leaving home, David accelerated at breakneck speed, instantly reaching nearly thirty times the speed of sound. It took him less than half a minute to get from their small town to the Metropolis platform where the incident occurred.
[Template fusion at 97%]
After the Black King template's fusion rate surged while on Themyscira, his abilities to manipulate energy also skyrocketed, including the power to enhance his body's strength and speed by consuming energy.
Beside the platform, soldiers with guns stood behind a cordon, keeping all unauthorized personnel away from the scene. Military experts were conducting the final sampling work.
"How could this happen?"
Lois Lane, along with her reporter assistant Jimmy, rushed to the scene. She had a bad feeling looking at the orderly containment of the area.
Just as she was about to turn to ask her father what was going on.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew through.
In the center of the scene, a tall, slender figure appeared. He emanated purple light all over, lifting a soldier by the neck with one hand, his demeanor chilling.
"Which base are you from?!"
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