MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 228

"There are some."

Clark looked at Eric's eyes, "I'm thinking, if I surrender, can I prevent the earth from being devastated?"

"You didn't even think about resisting, Clark."

Eric's eyes looked straight at Clark.

"Joel said that no one can destroy that ship."

Clark turned to look at the sunset on the horizon, "If I am alone, in exchange for the peace of the entire earth, I think. This is not an unacceptable thing. But the point is that Zod is not credible, and I do not know what is on the earth. Do people deserve my trust?"

Eric was silent for a while after listening to Clark's words.

"It's a choice, Clark, you're always making choices, but this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to do multiple-choice questions."

"what?"

Clark cast his suspicious eyes on Eric, found Eric facing him, and slowly opened a lead box in front of him.

The Kryptonite meteorite light in the lead box shines directly on Clark.

"Well!"

A feeling of weakness came over him.

Clark fell to the ground immediately, all the strength in his body disappeared, the whole person could not exert any strength, and the feeling of weakness and pain eroded his whole body.

Eric was in close contact with green kryptonite, and his subconscious allergy to green kryptonite also made his body feel uncomfortable.

Throwing the kryptonite in his hand to Clark, Eric endured the discomfort and took two steps back.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

Clark, who was breathing heavily, clutched his chest, sweat oozing from his forehead.

Looking at his brother with an expression of disbelief, Clark gasped and asked Eric, "Why? Eric?!"

He couldn't understand why his younger brother would use green kryptonite on himself at this time.

And at the risk of getting hurt by kryptonite too!

"Very simple, stop you from surrendering!"

Eric left the place where the green kryptonite was affected and said to him coldly.

"You're right, Zod can't believe it, and neither can humans on Earth. So... in order for you to not hesitate to struggle, lying here is the best way."

Eric said expressionlessly.

"No! Eric!"

Clark reached out and grabbed Eric, but the weakness continued to attack his body, making him unable to move at all.

Not even the strength to speak.

After glancing at Clark for the last time, Eric activated his flying ability and instantly flew into the air.

The flight speed exceeded the speed of sound in an instant, making a popping sound.

Eric, who broke through the clouds and rushed straight to the sky, continued to fly towards Washington with a blank expression.

Since it is impossible to break through the defense of the Krypton spacecraft from the outside, the best way is to break through from the inside.

And the best way to break through inside is to enter in an open and aboveboard way.

He had already figured out how to get into the interior of General Zod's ship.

So he controlled Clark with green kryptonite in order not to let the other party get in his way.

"Hoohoo!"

Clark was lying on the top of the windmill, struggling to fight the weakness and pain that lingered in his body, and desperately stretched out his arms, trying to push down the green kryptonite on the windmill tower.

But the closer the fingers got to the green kryptonite, the more uncontrollable pain hit his body.

After trying several times, I was sweating profusely and had to give up, lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"no!"

Thinking of Eric's eyes when he left, Clark felt a burst of heart palpitations.

He has a bad feeling!

Desperately suppressing the pain in his body, he stretched out his hand to touch the green kryptonite.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, my fingers touched kryptonite.

"Ahhhh!"

While roaring, he used all his strength to push the green kryptonite that his fingers touched down the windmill tower.

The palm-sized green kryptonite was as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder in his hand.

With all his strength, Clark finally pushed the green kryptonite from under the windmill tower before the sun went down.

After recovering from a state of weakness, Clark rushed to the farm.

The farm surrounded by night is full of silence, and there is no human figure.

Clark looked left and right, activated his super vision, but never found Eric.

Entering the living room, the TV in the room is still on.

Clark took a breath and looked at the TV.

There is a live broadcast on TV.

Seeing Eric wearing a black cloak and slowly falling from the sky on the TV screen, Clark was stunned!

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Chapter 257 You actually used handcuffs on him

Outside the Pentagon, countless U.S. soldiers were in full formation, and tanks and armored vehicles gathered in the square in front of the building.

The heavily armed soldiers and officials inside the Pentagon looked at Eric, who was wrapped in a jet-black uniform and a dark cloak hunting in the air in disbelief.

The oppressive posture of the other party, under the illumination of the light, is like a **** slowly descending from the sky.

General Swanwick stood among the American soldiers, looking up at Eric whose cloak was blown by the night wind, his eyes filled with shock.

"Are you Cal El, or Cal Mass?"

Swanwick asked Eric.

At this time, Eric was surrounded by an unspeakable aura, and his temperament became significantly different from when he was Eric Kent.

The chill and the icy aura that strangers should not enter made him feel like he was afraid to look directly.

The uniform perfectly outlines his figure, and coupled with his ascetic and three-dimensional facial features, he hangs in the air like a statue of a Greek **** incarnate.

Many female officials in the Pentagon even wonder if aliens have such a breathtaking appearance? !

Female officials even began to question whether the government's compromise plan for aliens still needs to be renegotiated?

Clark stood in front of the TV and looked at Eric, who was wearing a cloak in mid-air, and immediately understood what he wanted to do.

Is Eric trying to replace himself and surrender to Earth and General Zod?

Do not!

Clark's heart immediately became a mess!

He didn't expect that Eric would save billions of humans on the earth for his own safety.

Feelings of guilt and self-blame flooded into my heart for a moment.

He didn't expect Eric to do this for himself!

Clark always thought that although Eric's feelings for him were deep, it was not that desperate, but now seeing Eric "surrender" instead of him, he instantly realized that he was completely wrong!

He knew what a proud man Eric was!

It turns out that he never understood, Eric's inner feelings for himself?

"No, Eric is my brother, I can't let him replace me!"

Clark stood up in a panic and was about to walk out.

But Eric's voice came from the TV, "I'm Kyle Mass, you can also call me native."

"Okay, so—Kyle, what do you want?"

Swanwick took a deep breath and asked Eric.

"You shouldn't ask me, but you."

Eric's voice was filled with chill and ice-like indifference, which made the soldiers below tremble.

Even the reporters who took pictures of Eric from the outside saw Eric's face like a Greek sculpture, with his trembling and mysterious voice, and their excited hands holding the camera were a little unstable.

It wasn't all fear, but also the shuddering excitement of discovering the other side of the world.

"us?"

General Swanwick looked at Eric, who was obviously not easy to mess with, and said: "We hope that the matter between you aliens, it is best to solve it by yourself, and not let the earth fall into a vortex of war."

"You are wrong, General, the war has already begun!"

Eric looked down at the other party, and said with the same expression: "And it is an unstoppable war!"

"So... you're here to warn us? Kyle?"

"Whatever you think. But - stop here, General, stop your boring games, I belong to you, no need to negotiate, no need to find Karl El, just hand me over to General Zod! "

Swanwick calmed his breath and asked Eric, "Are you surrendering to us?"

"Not you!"

Eric looked at Swanwick coldly, "If I want, I can erase you from the earth at any time. I will not surrender to Zod, nor will I surrender to you, I will temporarily compromise with humanity."

"Why? You are obviously an alien?"

Swanwick went on to ask him.

"yes?"

Eric's clairvoyant glanced at the other side, "I'm an alien, and I'm also a human being, but some people are pure aliens, just wearing a human disguise!"

Kent Farm.

When Clark heard Eric say to stop looking for Carl El, he stretched out his hand to squeeze the door frame, he knew what Eric meant.

It's nothing more than asking yourself not to show up!

The door frame creaked as he squeezed, and Clark's tangled and painful emotions made him almost unable to breathe.

The scene of Eric wearing a black uniform and a cloak talking to a military representative at the Pentagon was broadcast to thousands of households at this time.

For the first time, the American people saw the appearance of their motherland at the dinner table.

The shocked American people couldn't even bother to eat dinner, and they all stared at the TV with a blink of an eye.

Those who realized the existence of superhumans for the first time felt a combination of fear and confusion in their hearts.

The god-like existence that fell from the sky, is it a devil or an angel? !

At the scene of the Pentagon, after hearing Eric's words, Swanwick's expression changed slightly.

Fortunately, Eric no longer bothered with him, fell from the sky, and walked in front of him.

Seeing that Eric was willing to cooperate, Swanwick breathed a sigh of relief and walked inside the Pentagon with Eric.

The reporters tried to rush over to interview, but they were all stopped by the soldiers.

Inside the Pentagon.

Eric frowned as he looked at the handcuffs on his hands.

He now has a first-hand experience of the incompetence and stupidity of these bureaucrats.