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The dust flowed slowly downwards, and there was not a sound in the ruins.
The silver banshee frowned slightly, as if sensing something amiss. She gathered her strength again, and a sonic wave suddenly shot out, scattering pebbles across the ground.
However, there was no trace of Super Girl there.
She ran away.
The silver banshee couldn't contain her frustration. She felt as if she had just plugged in a game controller and was about to start playing the game she had been looking forward to when suddenly the monitor creaked and the power went out in the room.
She looked around, then held her breath and emitted a piercing hiss that shook the entire block: "Run, little hero! Let's see where you can run to! After all, you know this planet can't hold you anymore!"
The explosion of a billion tons of Krypton dust not only affected the Kryptonians on Earth (BBFI), but also everyone on Earth who heard the news. Air quality monitoring showed radiation levels soaring, and unsurprisingly, Amanda Waller's office phone lines were jammed for the next few minutes as the initiator of the government's Superman program.
Waller had to thank most of the influential people whose identities were not so prominent for their calls, and was only willing to answer the most important calls, such as the call he was now receiving from the President of the United States.
"When you proposed this plan, you assured me it was just a necessary backup," the president said, his voice filled with reproach. "Then why did you deliberately play your last card?"
“It wasn’t me who pressed the switch, sir. Although I haven’t received a detailed briefing yet, I believe Ms. Lang pressed the switch, and I also believe she must have had a good reason for doing so. Given that these Kryptonians have been pushing our plans so hard lately, I think it’s safe to say that they were aware of Ms. Lang’s involvement and pressured her to the point that she had no choice.”
"I don't care about the specifics of the process, but things have come to this point," the president said. "You'd better tell me you have a plan to clean up this mess."
“Actually, I think this is an opportunity,” Waller said calmly. “By this point, Superman and Supergirl should both be severely affected; such a massive amount of krypton radiation would make it impossible for them to completely shield themselves from its effects, even with protective suits. You could say they’ve essentially lost the ability to operate within the atmosphere. The only variable right now is the new Superman. We still don’t understand why he’s immune to kryptonite, but that only makes him more dangerous.”
She paused for a moment, then said, "I believe now is the best time, perhaps the only time, to implement the final plan. The Kryptonians are as weak as ever, and this may be our best chance to take control of them."
There was a long silence on the other end of the microphone, as if the president was still thinking.
"But they also gave us a lot."
"I know, but we must think about this from a higher, more comprehensive perspective," Waller said coldly. "Think about it, things have come to this point... We've already covered the entire planet's atmosphere with Kryptonian radiation. What will the Kryptonians think? If we let our guard down now, in case they find a way to clear the atmosphere again... And when they return, who can withstand their wrath?"
The president pondered for a long time, seemingly hesitant between two options. During this time, Waller did not interrupt him again, but waited quietly, her large hands gripping the microphone tightly.
“Alright,” the president finally agreed, “I approve of your actions. But once the decision is made, there can be no mistakes.”
“That’s natural,” Waller said. “I assure you.”
Chapter 1778 Nowhere to Go
Damn it, what am I thinking? I should have stopped her, I should have stopped her, why did it all turn out like this?
No matter how many times Xu Fu asked himself this question, reality remained unchanged. The green-clad Kryptonian army surged into the atmosphere, and in an instant, the azure planet was shrouded in a thin veil of pale green. To ordinary people, this might just be a visual discomfort, but for the Kryptonian immigrants on Earth, it was the prelude to death.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to go back to that moment, challenge Superman, and blow up the writing pad that Lana Lang was holding on to the trigger. But at that moment, Clark was so certain, so certain that Lana wouldn't press the button, that he unconsciously grabbed himself. Perhaps deep down, he wanted to see how someone he thought he knew so well, a girl who was originally so good, had changed?
The thick green smoke billowing in the sky was Lana's answer; her choice undoubtedly brought Clark more psychological pain than physical pain.
If Superman's trust in Lana led to all of this, does it mean he is untrustworthy? If he can't even trust his childhood sweetheart whom he knows so well, then who can he trust?
Or... is there really anyone who can be trusted?
For the first time, Xu Fu began to doubt the entire world. He had never considered this question before, like a child who had lived in the sunlight for years suddenly stepping into a sunless corner, feeling utterly bewildered. He even began to resent how many people in all of humanity would stand on Lana's side and press the button without hesitation? On the surface, people cheered for the hero's rescue, but deep down, they were all sharpening their knives, hiding the weapons of Kryptonite and the Red Sun beneath their warm smiles, plotting to one day overthrow all those who were high and mighty.
Is it worth protecting someone like that? Someone who hates you and wants to kill you?
His mind was a mess, his thoughts like a jumbled collection of redundant programs crammed haphazardly into his brain's hard drive. But he quickly dismissed these thoughts, remembering the more important matters at hand.
Kara was completely unprepared and unable to foresee the changes that were about to unfold. When the Kryptonian dust descended upon her, she might already be floating in the air, or worse, she might collide with some superhuman criminal, and the arrival of Kryptonian radiation would undoubtedly have irreversible consequences.
So, Helena took Superman, who was weakened by Kryptonian radiation, and left Lex Luthor by plane. She had to organize Superman for radiation isolation, while Xu Fu went straight to Nachino City and put all his effort and energy into the right place.
As he stepped out of the Lexus building, he quickly dialed Kara's number, but the same tune played over and over again until it was replaced by a friendly female voice saying, "Unable to connect." His heart pounded, and he nearly smashed his phone. He suddenly sped up, and a sonic boom exploded in the air, creating a green circle that sent glass shattering along the way.
However, no sooner had he left the metropolis than several pairs of supersonic missiles hurtled towards him from behind with sharp whistles. Xu Fu refused to slow down; he didn't slow down at all, merely shifting slightly to the side to avoid them. But suddenly, the thing exploded automatically upon contact with his shoulder, spewing out intense red radiation flames that sent him flying.
Xu Fu tumbled twice in the air to steady himself, then frowned. A large number of drones appeared out of nowhere, surrounding him like a net, countless red laser beams swept towards his body, and more than a dozen special cannons surrounded him in the center, leaving no blind spots.
In the past day, he had dismantled hundreds of such devices, estimating that not a single one of them was left, but he was unaware that they had spares.
Xu Fu clenched his fists, staring at the car with bloodshot eyes: "Get out of my way! I don't have time for you!"
Nachino Town
Running into the street, Kara had completely exhausted her last bit of strength. She found a quiet alley, hid behind a trash can, hugged her knees, and gasped for breath.
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She was still wearing her uniform and cloak; this place was certainly not a good place to rest, but she was too exhausted to walk. The effects of Kryptonian radiation were still spreading; she felt her internal organs and skin burning, and even her consciousness was beginning to blur. Her head was spinning, and her body collapsed in the red cloak, like a stray kitten on the roadside.
Unable to move her body, she inevitably began to think.
Who did this? The American government? The United Nations? Or Lex Luther?
Why would anyone do this? How much do people hate us to do something like this to their own home and the air they breathe?
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Rao on top
The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken and furious she became. The negative emotions, accompanied by the excruciating physical pain, felt like a bottomless vortex about to engulf her.
By the way, will Xu Fu be alright?
She temporarily suppressed her anger, all her thoughts turning to Xu Fu. She wanted to make sure he was alright, but unfortunately, she was too weak to move, so she prayed silently. She prayed to all the gods, from Raoh, the Kryptonian god, to every region of Earth, asking any one of them to protect her boyfriend... She completely forgot that she herself was also suffering.
Her body grew weaker and weaker, and she was on the verge of losing consciousness. Kara's eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and her vision blurred. Perhaps this was what people often called drowsiness, which was quite a novelty. If it weren't for this Kryptonian dust, she might never have had the chance to experience drowsiness.
Her hands, which had been tightly wrapped around her knees, unconsciously loosened, and she collapsed heavily onto the cold ground. In the mist, she seemed to see a man walk into the alley, approach her, and look down at her with wide eyes.
A pair of clear, flawless black eyes.
This was the last thought that flashed through her mind, and then she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 1779 Richie
When Kara woke up, her headache had lessened. The discomfort from the Kryptonian radiation burns still lingered in her body, but it wasn't too severe anymore; only the dim light above her head had momentarily stung her eyes, leaving striped spots of light on her retina.
It was new; she had never felt any discomfort when looking directly into the sun before. She squinted, trying to sit up, but found herself lying on green bedding, which was still warm inside.
She quickly noticed another person beside the bed. He was a teenage boy, looking no more than fifteen, perhaps even younger. He wore thick glasses and an inexpensive shirt, probably bought on sale. Behind the lenses were a pair of dark, clear eyes that conveyed both awe and fear. Kara vaguely remembered that this was the last person she saw before she lost consciousness.
The boy saw her stand up, opened his mouth as if to speak, but shut his mouth before he could utter a word. Perhaps he just wanted to find an opportunity to start a conversation, but he couldn't speak because he was too nervous.
So she decided to ask a question: "Did you save me?"
The boy nodded.
“I’m feeling much better now.” Kara shook her head and ruffled her blonde hair. “All the radiation… How did you make me feel better?”
The boy hesitated for a moment, then said timidly, "This...this is my family's basement. I heard it was an air-raid shelter built during the Cold War."
I heard this place can protect against nuclear radiation, so I thought maybe it could also protect against krypton radiation... To avoid public panic, the TV just reported that the green gas outside is just krypton dust and won't have any effect on people. But I know krypton will make you feel uncomfortable, so..."
His voice grew softer and softer until it became barely audible, perhaps even to himself.
Kara guessed that the shy boy was a typical high school "nerd," and probably also a fan of hers. He was wearing a T-shirt with a cute binary Super Girl badge printed on it, which turned out to be the same one Xu Fu had bought the day he went shopping. Xu Fu had also bought the same one.
Kara smiled slightly: "Thank you."
The boy smiled slyly, seemingly flattered by Kara's simple gratitude. He gestured awkwardly with his fingers, unsure of where to put his hands. Then, remembering something, he quickly stood up and handed Kara the bottled water beside the bed: "This is... I thought you might need it."
Kara desperately needed water; her throat was parched as if it had been smoked, probably from absorbing too much Kryptonite. She took the water bottle, drank almost the entire glass in one gulp, wiped her mouth, and thanked him repeatedly.
The boy took a few deep breaths, hesitated for a moment, and then, as if gathering his courage, asked, "Uh, yes..."
"Ok?"
"...No, there's nothing at all."
Kara smiled and said, "It's okay, you can tell me anything."
The young man looked at her warily, but seeing her gentle and kind smile, he couldn't help but presume to say, "I... I just want to ask: ...excuse me..., could you please sign your name?"
Kara was stunned.
Although "Super Girl" was quite popular in Nasino, she never signed autographs for anyone.
"If I told my classmates that a Super Girl contestant came to my house, none of them would believe me... Of course, if they feel embarrassed, that's fine too. I just... I just..."
Kara smiled slightly. "So, do you have a pen?"
This time, the boy was stunned, seemingly unable to believe that it was all so simple. He paused for a moment, then jumped up like a child who had received a long-awaited Christmas present, hurriedly rummaging through the innermost drawer of his desk for a pen to sign his name.
Kara took the pen from him, then untied her cloak and quickly signed "Super Girl".
"Now it's yours." She smiled and handed the cloak to the boy. At first, the boy didn't even reach out to take it. His joy was overflowing, and he began to doubt whether it was real.
“My God,” he said, taking Kara’s cloak, “I don’t know what to say… This is… thank you so much!”
“I’m the one who should thank you,” Kara said, picking up the sheet and getting out of bed. “This is good for you. This cloak won’t be damaged by swords or guns, and you can prove to your classmates that it’s real.”
She got out of bed and tried to check her physical condition. Her super strength, super speed, and flight ability were mostly gone; only her hearing remained above normal, but not by much.
“Speaking of which, I still don’t know what to name you,” she asked, trying to wake the baby who was still immersed in anticipation of the new gift.
“Oh, Richie.” He lifted his glasses, no longer as reserved as before. “I’m Richie…”
“Okay, Richie, don’t you have anyone else at home? I mean, do you live here alone?”
“And my mother,” he said, “but she works at a restaurant, which is three bus stops away from. She’s always busy and usually doesn’t get back until late at night.”
"Where's your father?"
“I don’t know,” Richie said, looking troubled. “They’ve been divorced since I can remember, and my mom raised me all by herself.”