Chapter 60: Terrorist Attack

Friday, into the night.

News of the amusement park bombing in the afternoon spread throughout the city within half a day, shocking the entire metropolis. The several major hospitals that were close to each other instantly fell into a highly busy state. All emergency rooms were lit with red indicators, and there was a life being rescued behind each door.

On the TV hanging in the emergency room waiting room, a female host with black curly hair is reporting the shocking explosion two hours ago. At this moment, all channels and every TV station are repeating similar content. After Jay sent the last injured old lady into the emergency room, he has been floating outside the white brick wall of the hospital, listening to the unnutritious condemnation from all walks of life on TV.

Carla floated beside him and whispered: "I have been on the earth for so long...but I still can't fully understand some of human practices. Just like why would anyone choose the elderly and children to compete for benefits? Target? How could they be so... cruel?"

"Human beings are like this sometimes, you will be surprised what the darkness of the human heart will induce them to do." Jay has calmed down at this time, he took Kara's hand and said, "People...may be very complicated. , Sometimes they can let you see how powerful the light of the heart can be, and sometimes they can make you marvel at how dark they can be."

The two floated in the night sky, holding hands, silent for a while. The evening breeze blew in from the direction of the downtown area, blowing two bright red cloaks and Kara's long golden hair, bringing the unique urban atmosphere of the metropolis.

The curly-haired host on the TV was spitting and repeating the details of the bombing case for the first time, but this time she said half way but stopped abruptly.

"Ah, sorry, please wait a moment... The new information that just arrived, we and several other TV stations received a video in which the man claimed that he and his organization were responsible for the bombing in the metropolis today. We hereby invite friends in the audience to watch the next video carefully."

The picture immediately turned around, and a man in blue appeared in the middle of the picture, who looked about 30 years old. He has half of his bangs, his eyes are piercing, and his gaze is a combination of snake-like cunning and falcon-like sharpness.

"All the people of the United States, as well as the high-level government, you can listen." He stared directly at the camera with scorching eyes, and said in a calm tone, "My name is Zeto Varadhan, you can also call me.' Sonar'. For a long time, the world has ignored the situation of our Modovans, but now the Independence Army and I have finally attracted your attention. My purpose is simple-I need the United Nations to hold an emergency meeting. Seriously discuss the territorial sovereignty of our Modova as an independent country. If this does not happen within three days, then more people will continue to lose their lives."

As he said, he smiled triumphantly: "You all have seen the power of my bomb. No one can guarantee where the next one will be. Maybe it will be under your house."

The picture immediately turned into a mess. The video was cut back to the curly-haired host in the next second. She continued to broadcast the report: "This is the end of the video. At present, the police and the government have not responded to this... .."

Modova? Jay frowned, trying to find clues about this country from his memory, but he found nothing. He is quite convinced that he has never heard of this name, and all his history-related courses so far in his life have taken a.

"It seems we know how to spend the weekend." Kara said.

"Have you heard of this Modova?" Jay asked.

"No." Kara said, "but I think I know where to start."

Half an hour later, the Planet Daily newspaper.

Although it is past the end of get off work time, like every other newspaper in this city, the Planet Daily still looks like noisy people, even worse than usual. The sudden explosion in the playground made all the journalists busy, and even the reporters who had gone home from get off work were called back to the newspaper by Perry.

Facing the two young visitors who suddenly appeared in front of him, the legendary female journalist Louise Lane didn't seem surprised at all, but she had a look that she had expected, saying: "I'm still thinking about you How long will it take."

Cara and Louise are already very close, but this is the first time Jay has officially met the heroine of the manga. He said hello cautiously, and Louise looked at him seriously and said, "So, you are the new Superman at the top of the hot list recently. I have to say, you look a little shorter than the picture."

Then, without waiting for Jay to answer, she smiled again: "Just kidding. That dress fits you well, and maybe no one fits that cloak better than you."

"Ah, thank you." Jay said, "I'm still working hard."

"Let me guess, you are here for Modova." Louise carried a large stack of documents that had been prepared to her desktop. "These are all the information I collected before you came. Yes. Do you know this place in Modova right?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads neatly.

Louise pulled out a few pages from her large stack of documents and handed them to the two of them. The two Kryptonians moved their heads together to study these pages. Louise also introduced: "Modova is a small place in the Eastern European Group, or it used to be. After the world federal government was overthrown more than a month ago, clear boundaries were quickly drawn between the big countries, but The small country caught in the middle cannot restore its sovereignty so easily. Modova is one of them. It has been split into several parts and merged into the territory of several surrounding large countries."

"Then they are very poor." Kara read the introduction in the file and whispered.

"Territory, resources, people are always fighting for these things, the history of wars of the same nature can even be traced back a long time ago... But these are all too far, let us continue to talk about the issue of Modova." Lu With two fingers, Yi Si pulled out a few more pages from a stack of documents and handed them to the two of them. This time it was about the resume of the terrorist who called himself "sonar", the arrogant guy who was talking on TV.

"Zetto Varadhan, this is their leader." Louise said, "He is considered a genius, born in engineering, and a determined champion. He clearly said that slapstick is worthless and will put you on you. Deadly-I would rather agree with this sentence, if it was not from a terrorist. Now Varadhan has pulled up an independent army. The recruits are all devout believers, willing to speak for Varadhan. The holy wars in this country are all difficult desperadoes."

Jay frowned and flipped through these short pages of resume. He was indeed an impressive genius. The reason why he calls himself "sonar" is because of the special structure of his homemade bomb, the more powerful it absorbs the sonic blast, the stronger the design is. It has to be said that he is indeed a genius.

He handed these pages back to Louise: "I guess their location won't be easy to find?"

Louise stretched out a finger and dangled it at the tip of her nose: "You would never think of that—they didn't even want to hide."

Jay was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"The location of several of their boot camps and even their headquarters are not secrets. I found out some cia relations and asked them. To be honest, I was really shocked."

"So arrogant? Why? No one cares about them?"

"Complicated international disputes. The division of Modova among the major powers has not yet been completed. Forcible intervention by any country's armed forces will lead to undesirable consequences in many ways." Louise pinched her nose helplessly. This is why the government has not stated its position until now. I guess they will only release some hollow and ruthless words to appease the people in the end."

"Then it's all about it?" Jay couldn't believe it. "There may be more attacks."

"Well, the United Nations may discuss a compromise plan, but you can't have too much hope for the politicians who make a living by making a fool of yourself. Until then, the attack may indeed continue unless..." she With a meaningful look, he swept the two in front of him, "...unless someone decides to intervene."