Supreme Little Superman, after hearing this judgment, most of the people present looked confused. Novel/As senior executives of American politics, military, secret agencies, consortiums and other organizations, their average age is over forty years old, which makes them ignorant of this character in the comics.

On the contrary, at the DC Comics Company, when they heard the name of the Supreme Little Superman, the editors present gasped.

"After saying this, his setting is really similar to the Supreme Little Superman."

"But the Supreme Little Superman is not a yellow man, and he doesn't have such a black uniform."

"And he wasn't awakened at the age of twelve."

"Maybe this is another parallel world, a parallel world belonging to the Supreme Little Superman."

A group of editors argued loudly in the conference room. The deputy secretary of the Ministry of Defense couldn't stand it and shouted, "Who can tell me what the hell is going on? Who is the Supreme Little Superman? What does it have to do with Clark Kent?"

The editor-in-chief replied: "Your Excellency, the Supreme Little Superman is a superman character in parallel time and space set by us. The power he has is extremely powerful and is definitely not comparable to that of other supermans in parallel worlds."

"Tell me in detail." Everyone present may not have expected that one day they would listen to a comic editor telling the plot in the comics in the conference room of the Pentagon.

The so-called Supreme Little Superman is a hero who gradually turns black from good to evil in comics. His power is second to none among the superman in many parallel universes, with the power to push the earth and blow out stars.

Even with one person's power, he killed dozens of Green Lanterns, destroyed a parallel universe's Justice League, and killed Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and other superheroes in that universe.800

Even the Big Bang, the time turned around, failed to kill him.

All in all, this is a powerful character who is set by DC and is violent.

But when he really appears in front of everyone and in reality, it will only make everyone feel sincerely uneasy.

But not everyone believed the words of DC editors, and several physicists immediately refuted their words.

"The principle of Superman is unreasonable. Can a simple light allow him to gain such powerful power? Doesn't it be too illogical to say that sunbathing can blow out the sun itself?"

"And you are also very strange about the setting of the multiverse. The so-called origin Earth and the concept of the restart of the multiverse have no scientific arguments at all, and it is not even consistent with today's quantum theory."

Although their words make sense, Clark Kent is in the White House three kilometers away from the Pentagon, making it difficult for everyone to fully believe what they say.

After half an hour of noise, William, Deputy Secretary of Defense, finally decided on the situation in front of him.

"We need to work hard from these aspects. On the one hand, we are secretly investigating Clark Kent's ability parameters. I don't care whether he is the so-called Supreme Little Superman or not. All I want to know is how strong he is and whether he has weaknesses."

"Second, look for kryptonite. I don't care whether he is the Supreme Little Superman or not. The Supreme Little Superman is afraid of kryptonite or not. At least we need to find possible kryptonite on our planet. This matter will be jointly ordered by the Ministry of Defense and the President. F and Cia will do their best to do this."

"The third thing is about the blackening of the Supreme Little Superman. But whether he is the Supreme Little Superman or not, a twelve-year-old child, his psychology must be immature. I need the best psychologist and sociologist in the United States to form a team of more than 200 people, study his psychological state 24 hours a day, and find ways to guide him into the Superman I know, a Superman who belongs to the Americans."

"The fourth thing, have you found Clark Kent's parents? Okay, not only his parents, his classmates, teachers, and neighbors, all entered a 24-hour surveillance state. Don't bother them, let alone let anyone disturb them. I want you to replace everyone around them with F-pin agents within three weeks."

"There is a fifth thing. From this second, the special reaction group, the special activity department, the nuclear emergency support group, the special operations team, the Navy SEALs, the Delta troops, and the Green Berets all entered the first-level alert state, and all the off-living personnel returned to their posts immediately.

Meanwhile, Randolph Air Force Base, Sgerter Air Force Base, and Baxdale Air Force Base are on standby at any time, and I need at least three air teams to be directly responsible for this matter.”

"Sixth, people from the DC Comics Editorial Department, from now on, you must publish the story of Supreme Little Superman again, based on Clark Kent, but the plot must be double approved by the Department of Defense and the White House security adviser to publish. We want to try whether we can really control him."

"seventh……"

Obviously, for Americans, the Clark Kent present at the moment is an unspeakable crisis and a rare opportunity, because it is likely to be a terrible force enough to change the form of the entire world.

So with the meeting in the Pentagon, the whole of the United States started running like an engine.

...

In the White House, Obama turned the black pen uneasily, and the black president's eyes were now full of complex expressions.

He looked at the assistant beside him and asked, "Is he still on it?"

"Yes." The assistant next to him asked, "Your Excellency, do you need a rest?"

"No, is there no news on the Pentagon?"

"Yes... wait a moment..." The assistant felt the vibrating cell phone and immediately took it out. It was a text message sent by the Pentagon. In order to prevent Clark from knowing the content of their meeting, he adopted a written method.

The assistant silently handed over the phone, with dozens of text messages, making Obama's brows tighter and tighter.

But at this moment, a breeze swept through the office, and more than a dozen secret agents immediately raised their pistols, but Obama waved his hand to stop them.

Clark asked, "How is it? Can you agree to my request? The meeting has been held for a long time, right?" He glanced at the phone in Obama's hand, but he didn't bother to watch the content.

Obama's palms tightened, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "We need to discuss it for a while."

"Discussion? Is anyone objecting?" Clark asked with a cruel smile on his lips, "Who is objecting?"

His eyes swept over the chairs, sofas and those who stood, assistants, staff, consultants, and eventually an old man with gray hair and silk glasses raised his arm and said, "I object, the United States will never agree to any terrorist request."

"Oh." Clark blew a lightly, and the old man turned into blood, mixed with bones, muscles, and nerves sputtered on the people around him. Their bodies were poured on blood, and half of their bodies were red, but they were motionless, looking at Clark foolishly.

Clark glanced at the surrounding people and said coldly: "Okay, no one objected now, right?" He looked at Obama and said: "Then let's start."

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Chapter completed!