PFC Chapter 4409 Project Farstar (27)
Chapter 4409 Project Farstar (27)
Chapter 4409 Project Far Star (Twenty-Seven)
Clark wondered if he was dreaming. Either he'd taken a huge risk, or he'd eaten a poisonous mushroom. Otherwise, why would anyone drive a nail into the Earth?!
This thing is shaped like a large rivet, tapering at the bottom and thickening at the top. And with Clark's superhuman vision, it's driven extremely deep; it's definitely pierced through the earth's crust. He can barely see anything beyond that.
The slight tremor just now was from this thing drilling into the earth's crust. And that sudden tremor was from it getting into place. The vibration when it started up caused an earthquake along the entire east coast.
Clark remained suspended in mid-air for several seconds before accepting reality. Then he suddenly realized what Schiller meant by "direct impact."
It doesn't matter what kind of murder case, Martian list, or confirming the existence of Martians are; what matters is keeping yourself stuck in that situation, focusing all your energy on thinking about the killer, and completely unaware that someone is going to drive nails into the earth.
It's no exaggeration to say that Clark's scalp was tingling. He didn't even dare to think about what this thing was for. Surely it wasn't some kind of illegal roadblock that was going to be demolished?!
But he soon found out. Because at that very moment, the same face appeared on every screen on Earth. A green, Martian face.
"Hello, dear human friends. As you have probably noticed, I have sent you some small gifts. The space station we just launched into Earth's atmosphere is not actually a space station. Even with your limited understanding of engineering, you should be able to tell that it looks more like a cannon than a space station."
Congratulations, you guessed correctly. That's the launch track for the 'Reproductive Gene Activation Tower'. Currently, the three towers have been placed near Asia, Europe, and the Americas respectively, and are already successfully operational.
You must be very curious about what happened. Don't worry, let me tell you slowly. We've been neighbors for so long, we know you very well, but you know nothing about us. I must say, you are truly one in a million good neighbors.
As we all know, Earth and Mars are very close to each other. It's not surprising that life could thrive on two such similar planets, is it?
However, Earth is a beautiful greenhouse. Therefore, life that originated on Earth is very fragile. Mars is different. Although our ancestors did not come from Mars, surviving and growing in such harsh conditions gave us very strong physiques and special abilities.
You've probably already discovered that Martians have an extremely strong ability to disguise themselves. No amount of human technology can distinguish us. So don't waste your time.
Of course, there are reasons why we would like to go to Earth. The conditions on Mars are too harsh, making reproduction extremely difficult for us. The main difficulty lies in the very low conception rate.
To address this, our scientists developed radiation towers to increase fertility, but unfortunately, these devices don't work very well on Mars. The Martian environment is simply not suitable for our genetic reproduction.
Coincidentally, the Martian agents who went to Earth to explore had an astonishingly high reproduction rate. After a series of investigations, we discovered that Earth is the most suitable breeding ground for Martians.
So, after years of lying in wait on Earth, we finally built a launch orbit and a breeding activation tower. We then selected many Martians best suited for reproduction to travel to Earth and disguise them. Just now, we deployed the activation tower near the most densely populated continent. It is now operational.
I believe you've already witnessed how powerful Martians are. Our only weakness compared to you is our low reproduction rate and small population. But the Activation Tower can perfectly solve this problem. As long as we can reproduce, Mars and Earth will both be ours.
As for you? Actually, we originally planned to send you all to Australia to fend for yourselves. But I really like that little guy named Kangaroo. He will be one of the Martians' future natural assets, and we can't let you ruin him.
Perhaps the great Martians are willing to spare your lives, but whether you go to mine in the mines or perform in the circus is not up to you. Farewell, my slaves.
These words left Clark's head spinning. What had happened while he was gone? How had the world become like this? Wasn't the expansion of military power a little too rapid?
Previously, he was thinking about how to save ordinary people from these evil politicians, but now that humanity is on the verge of extinction, he has to fight the Martians first.
As Clark was pondering what Martians were all about, his phone suddenly rang. The moment he answered, an anxious voice came from the other end: "Superman!! Superman, come to the East Coast!!! Come to the Metropolitan Beach!!!"
Clark was baffled; he didn't recognize the man at all. But upon closer listening, he realized the call was coming from the coast of Metropolis. And the man was surrounded by fully armed soldiers, so he must be from the military.
Clark flew over immediately. Sure enough, he saw a Coast Guard officer standing there. After he flew over, the officer asked anxiously, "Superman, can you pull that thing out?"
Clark opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words. After a moment's thought, he said, "All I know is that thing is inserted very deeply. As for whether I can pull it out, I'll probably have to try."
No sooner had he finished speaking than another phone call came in. This time the voice was a little calmer, but it was clearly forced: "Listen, Superman, this is Washington. See that thing on the shore? Go pull it down!"
Then came the second and third calls. They were clearly from different factions, but all of them were asking Superman to pull that thing out.
Although Clark disliked these politicians, he didn't have a good impression of Martians either. He would absolutely not allow aliens to invade Earth. So, he flew over there.
In the basement of the Hall of Justice. Ron, who had just put down the microphone, transformed back into his human form. He stared nervously at the monitor screen and said, "He can't really handle this, can he?"
“Don’t worry,” Bruce said. “This stuff is from Krypton. The material is incredibly strong; even Superman’s heat rays can’t cut through it. Didn’t you try it before?”
Rong En felt a little relieved, then said, "What if he manages to pull it out?"
Bruce shook his head again and said, "There's an extended barb design at the bottom. If you try to pull it outwards by force, the entire East Coast will crack open. He wouldn't dare do that."
Before he could finish speaking, the ground shook again. Arthur roared through the communicator, "Get him out of here! I can't hold off the tsunami!"
“It’s okay, he won’t try again,” Bruce said.
“You’ve truly made me see humanity in a new light, Batman.” Behind the monitor screen, a massive figure lurked in the darkness. Doomsday, or rather, General Zod of Krypton, sat opposite them.
"Anyway, your plan to reshape the Earth is doomed to fail. Lending us the nails is just making use of waste, isn't it?"
“I really don’t know how to evaluate this plan,” Diana said weakly, rubbing her forehead. “Even God would call it madness.”
It turns out that while the Justice League was busy fighting, Bruce wasn't idle either. He found Doomsday, who was hiding on the far side of the moon healing his wounds.
Clark's ultimate ray at Doomsday, seemingly a fatal wound, actually saved him. The beam destroyed the vast majority of Doomsday spores, allowing Zod, who was battling his berserk nature, to achieve victory. Zod regained his sanity.
Zod was surprised when Bruce approached him. But when Bruce explained that Zod had fallen into a human trap while trying to save a child, Zod was speechless.
Clearly, Zod had realized that the chasm between good and evil on this planet was far greater and deeper than the physical differences between humans and aliens. He knew he couldn't completely side with such evil people. His actions had already made their choice.
So they struck a deal. Bruce promised to help Zod persuade Superman to use the Central Codex to help the Kryptonians reproduce. But what Bruce wanted was a bit puzzling for Zod. He wanted the "planetary environmental modification device" carried on the Kryptonian flagship. In reality, it was just those nails.
This device was developed by the Kryptonians to improve the environment of their harsh planet. As mentioned before, the atmosphere and water on an alien planet can be extremely deadly for carbon-based life forms. However, compared to using small life support devices to protect explorers, Kryptonian technology has clearly advanced to another level: directly modifying the planetary environment.
Zod's original plan was to deploy this thing to transform Earth into an environment that Kryptonians could adapt to, and then use the Central Codex to reproduce and revive Kryptonian civilization on Earth.
But after all that he'd been through, he'd basically given up. First, he was certain the long-legged Central Codex wouldn't listen to him, and he was no match for Superman. Second, he realized that Kryptonians on Earth might evolve into a completely different species. He didn't have the ability to build a Superman society; even if he managed to, it would likely cause chaos.
Of course, part of it was also because his experiences on Earth made him feel that the feng shui here was a bit eerie. For children, the environment in which they grow up is very important. Choosing humans as neighbors is still a bit too advanced for their time.
Since they had already given up, there was no point in keeping those nails. Zod simply gave them to Bruce. The telescope-like space station that Bruce had Victor build wasn't actually a space station; it was a cannon used to launch nails.
The plan was well prepared, but there was a small oversight: Superman returned too quickly.
The original plan was to drive the nails in before Superman returned. However, Clark seemed to have no attachment to Kryptonian civilization whatsoever. Even if he spent an extra half-day reminiscing about his homeland, the plan would have succeeded. Bruce also assumed he would at least grumble for a while before heading back. Therefore, there was a slight discrepancy in the timing. When Superman returned, the nails hadn't been driven in yet.
This is a bit troublesome. Because on the entire planet, only Superman has the ability to stop the nail from being driven in. Even though the nail might be difficult to remove once it's in place, that's only because Earth is there as a hostage. But during flight, Superman could completely stop it.
To prevent Superman from interfering with the plan, Bruce directly contacted the Daily Planet to request an article. Meanwhile, a banquet was held at Luthor Manor to lure Raphaël away. Schiller attended the banquet, using the first murder to mislead Clark, and then a second murder to buy time.
Just as Clark was racking his brains over the details of the murder case, the launch trajectory was fully charged. Three massive pins, modified by Bruce, were driven into the oceans near the three continents.
The nail is the thing Zod used in the movie; I don't know how to describe it, it just looks like a nail.