MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 227

Hearing what the other party said, General Ryan's expression immediately became serious.

He glanced at the left and right corridors, and walked out quickly.

His priority now is to escape the Pentagon.

People from fbi and cia, I'm afraid they will come to arrest him immediately.

You have to leave here to have a chance to escape.

While trotting forward, he took out his cell phone and dialed his daughter.

"Louise, listen, I'm running out of time, you have to remember what I said!"

Louise was devastated in the newspaper office, and even more confused when she received a call from her father.

While explaining to his daughter, General Ryan saw a team of civilians walking towards him quickly.

Bang!

Ryan immediately pushed open the fire door next to him and entered the stairway.

Seeing General Ryan fleeing, the plainclothes immediately chased after him.

Deng! Deng! pedal!

Climbing the stairs, Ryan went down to another floor and walked along the corridor to the nearest room.

But on the other side of the corridor, there are agents coming this way.

At this time, he had to turn around and go back to the original path.

"General Ryan! Don't run away!"

A voice sounded behind him.

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General Lane looked back and saw a black general walking towards him.

"Lieutenant General Swanwick."

General Ryan looked at the general walking towards him with a serious expression.

The other party is the deputy chief of staff for intelligence, reconnaissance, surveillance and cyber, an active air force lieutenant general, and his position is even higher than his army lieutenant general.

"Sorry, you can't leave here now."

"Secretary of Defense and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, I hope you don't leave the Pentagon just yet," Swanwick said to General Lane.

"You have no right to issue orders to me without Mr. President's warrant and official Ministry of Defense documents."

General Ryan said to the other party: "I can't limit my personal freedom."

"Of course, we can't restrict General Ryan's personal freedom, but in some cases, the Department of Defense needs your cooperation in the investigation. For example, a counter-terrorism incident in the Metropolitan two years ago caused heavy losses to the state government and Army Rangers. , even the combat headquarters were destroyed by terrorists.”

Swanwick brought up the last time General Ryan's actions against Eric in the vampire incident.

Such a costly military operation, although suppressed by him and Lionel, is now being re-investigated by the U.S. government, and naturally many irregularities have been found.

"In any case, we need your cooperation, General Ryan, in this incident."

"I'm upholding the honor and safety of this country."

General Ryan was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said to Swanwick, with a burning light in his eyes.

"We are all."

General Swanwick did not avoid General Ryan's gaze, and met his gaze.

Metropolis, Daily Planet.

Jimmy Olsen, who had just joined the Daily Planet, was struggling.

Originally, he finally managed to get two tickets for the opera house, and was about to invite Chloe, who was part-time at the newspaper, to watch "The Barber of Seville" together.

I didn't expect to encounter such a big breaking news, so I had to stop thinking about inviting girls to the opera and focus all my energy on the hot news in front of me.

"The Count Almaviva is in love with the rich and beautiful girl Rosina, but Rosina's guardian, the greedy and cunning doctor Bartolo is also on Rosina's mind, the music teacher Basilio, so he advises him."

Chloe saw the ticket for the "Barber of Seville" opera that Jimmy placed on the table, and said next to him with coffee:

"Old Romeo and Juliet love story, can't believe you like this, Jimmy."

Jimmy looked at the girl he wanted to date and said, "Yeah, I remember Chloe you mentioned you like opera."

"It's a little bit, but when I see this Seville barber, I always think of the comical version of Chaplin's movie. So... I'm not interested now."

After a few words with Jimmy, Chloe walked to Louise's office.

After entering Louise's office, Chloe showed a worried expression on her face and asked Louise, "How is it, are Eric and Clark's phones connected?"

"No."

Louise's face was full of anxiety, and she walked around the office with her phone in hand.

"My dad called me just now, he doesn't seem to be doing well right now."

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me I had to leave the Met as soon as possible."

There was a thoughtful look on Chloe's face, "Just leaving the Metropolis?"

"More than that, I have to go somewhere and take out what he put there."

Chloe nodded, "I understand, it looks like your father's last guide to you, and you have to rely on this clue to complete his riddle assignment."

"We have to get out of here right now!"

Louise packed her things and walked out.

"now?"

Chloe quickly followed in her footsteps.

"Are we going to ignore the fact that Eric and Clark are wanted by their alien race?"

Chloe felt that the most important thing right now was to help Eric and Clark.

"Of course. But now, as my father's daughter, I will definitely be monitored."

Louise put on a trench coat and walked quickly to the editing room as she spoke.

"Well, it's the first time I've experienced what it's like to be monitored by the fbi, thanks to my cousin like you."

Chloe followed in her cousin's footsteps, "Louise, what do you think the government will do? Hand over Eric and Clark, or go to war with the aliens?"

"I don't know, but with the politicians in the U.S. government, I would never expect them to make the right choice."

Louise said sternly to Chloe.

Just passing by Jimmy, who was biting the barrel of his pen, racking his brains on how to write a compelling article, and greeted him immediately when he saw the two come over.

"Hey, Louise, Chloe, are you guys going out for an interview?"

"It's not an interview, it's a personal matter, just like you like to watch operas that ordinary people can't appreciate."

Chloe passed Jimmy and patted him on the shoulder.

"All right."

Seeing the two women leaving in a hurry, Jimmy wanted to say that he could go with them.

But before the words were finished, the figures of the two women disappeared from the newspaper.

With a dejected sigh, Jimmy took off his thick glasses and whispered, "My interest in opera is actually average."

Meanwhile, Gotham City, Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne is watching the video on the monitor in the Batcave.

Experts are arguing about whether the U.S. government should hand over the people, as well as speculation on the identities of the two aliens.

Alfred came up to him with coffee.

"Master."

The butler handed him the coffee and asked him, "What do you think of this alien?"

"me?"

Bruce takes control of the system, shuts down the computer, and pulls up another video.

The picture on the video is an alien spaceship in the form of an octopus.

"My opinion is of no use."

Bruce took a sip of his coffee and stared at the image of the alien spaceship on the screen.

"If the world had turned my will, I wouldn't be walking alone on the road in vain."

Alfred knew what the master was talking about.

As he continued to fight criminals on the streets, not only did the law and order not improve, but more and more criminals appeared.

And every criminal is getting harder and harder to deal with, especially a clown who appeared recently, which made him exhausted.

"Master, you are not alone on the road, I will always accompany you."

Alfred said to Bruce.

"I know, Alfred. Words like 'futile' and 'alone' are not my frustration and disappointment, they just make me realize that I'm just an ordinary mortal. "

Bruce was silent for a moment, then said to Alfred, "I can't control things beyond my knowledge, and I can't see clearly the secrets shrouded in the mist. Eric and Clark Kent are the secrets shrouded in the mist. , I don't even know what kind of attitude and means to face them now."

"Master, you used to think they were the devil in a bottle, has your mind changed now?"

Alfred asked him.

"Sometimes yes, sometimes not. The world may need them, but are humans ready for their gods?"

Bruce shook his head and stood up, "Alfred, please help me arrange the itinerary. I will go to the Metropolis in the name of visiting the Wayne Enterprise Branch."

"But you have a dinner with the mayor today, are you sure?"

Alfred asked him with some embarrassment.

"Put it off for now."

Bruce walked near the underground entrance and put on his coat.

"There should be another time for the mayor's dinner, but I don't know if there will be another time for this trip to the metropolis."

"Okay, sir, I'll call the mayor's office now."

Smallville.

Clark stood on the windmill in the field, and the afterglow of the setting sun had a panoramic view.

The twenty-four hour deadline was getting closer, and Clark was still hesitant.

The fan blades on the windmill rotate slowly under the blessing of the wind.

The shadow of the setting sun was cut into pieces by the spinning windmill and fell to the ground.

This is the windmill tower where he and Eric are learning flying skills on Christmas Eve.

Although he has learned to fly, he still likes to come here to see the scenery.

"You seem to like it here, Clark."

Eric's voice came from behind him.

Looking back, I saw that Eric was standing behind.

"Yes, I like to come here to watch the sunset, the forest covered with pine leaves."

Clark said to Eric, "This will calm my mind a little bit."

"That is to say, you are in a mess right now."