You Must Be Prepared to Pay the Price

Chapter 104: Surely You Are Ready to Pay the Price

"What base are you from?!"

Grabbing the person in his hand, David's eyes were filled with coldness and gloom. The powerful aura he carried made it hard to breathe, like an ant encountering an ancient apex predator, a suppression from a life-form level.

"Who are you! Let him go!"

The soldiers' expressions changed drastically. Who saw how this guy appeared in the sealed-off area!

"Raise your hands and kneel immediately!"

Black muzzles were pointed at him, accompanied by threatening warnings from elite soldiers.

David completely ignored them, as if they were just fire pokers aimed at him.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

His voice held no emotion, and his eyes lit up with intense purple light as he stared at the person in his hand. A terrifying, dangerous aura that made one's hair stand on end washed over them.

"I'm going to die, I'm definitely going to die!"

Fear seized his body and mind. The soldier's face turned pale, his survival instincts screaming warnings, his teeth chattering. Even with a gun to his head, he had never felt such a strong premonition of death.

"A base coded 604, fourteen miles north of Metropolis."

"Very good. Congratulations on keeping your life."

Having gotten the information he wanted, David casually threw the person down. The man landed on the ground with a thud and crawled backward in terror, his spirit broken just from a simple glance at David.

"Monster, there's a monster!"

"Open fire!"

The sergeant major, seeing someone dare to intrude upon the military cordon and threaten soldiers on duty, shouted fiercely.

Clang clang clang!

The deafening gunshots rang out, echoing into the platform corridor. In an instant, a pile of gleaming brass shell casings, emitting smoke, accumulated at their feet.

David stood in place, frowning, treating them like a swarm of annoying mosquitoes. The purple light in his eyes intensified, seemingly about to erupt.

Hum!

A terrifying pressure descended. Everyone present felt as if they were being stared down by a prehistoric beast. Their hearts felt clutched by a giant hand, their legs turned to jelly, their eyes widened, their strength drained as if death were imminent.

Just as he was about to unleash a beam to deal with the soldiers who dared to shoot at him, David suddenly remembered something. He glanced at the live cameras, those daring and fearless ones who, upon seeing him, rushed towards him thinking it was big news. He frowned.

The next moment, with a flash of purple lightning, the figure whose imposing aura seemed to crush them from a life-form level, disappeared from his spot.

One second, two seconds, several seconds passed, and the scene remained eerily silent.

"He... he left?"

It wasn't until a timid person in the crowd slumped to the ground, as if drained of all strength, that everyone else snapped back to reality.

"Where did he go?"

Holding their guns tightly, the soldiers who couldn't find the terrifying figure on either side breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, feeling as if they had just walked away from the Grim Reaper.

"He... he seems to have left."

"Damn it, report to the base! There might be an unknown life form heading towards the base!" The army sergeant urgently shouted into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. After speaking, he glared fiercely at the soldier who had leaked the military secret.

"You'll be court-martialed."

But the words, which usually made all the soldiers tremble, held no deterrent power at this moment. Seeing the purple light disappear, the soldier showed a look of relief at having survived. No one knew the fear he felt when he was only a few centimeters away from those glowing purple eyes radiating heat. As long as he could live, he was willing to face the military court countless times.

...

"It didn't bend? What material is this syringe made of?"

Lex Luthor was slightly surprised. On the screen, a researcher in a protective suit held a metal syringe. The needle glinted coldly as they forcefully tried to pierce Superman's skin, but it was like poking tough, high-density rubber; they couldn't break through.

"How could this be?"

Sam Lane felt his face darken, considering it a loss of face. Was this monster's skin tougher than Prometheus metal, which the military had designated top secret and prohibited from circulation?

"Mmm..."

Clark weakly opened his eyes.

He remembered successfully intercepting the train, using a peculiar protective force field with unprecedented intensity. But right after stopping it, his vision went black, and he fainted.

"Where am I?"

A silent room, cold shackles, and someone nearby whose heartbeat was starting to quicken with nervousness. Something sharp was poking his arm's blood vessels?

"Who captured me, let me go!"

Clark tried to break free, but his limbs were weak, and he couldn't muster any strength. He should have been able to break free from the shackles even in his weakened state. Something was wrong with him; someone had given him some kind of drug.

"It's already incredible; human strength limits its power."

Seeing Clark open his eyes, Lex Luthor, as if merely observing a test subject gorilla waking up, calmly pointed out the crux of the issue.

The metal of the needle was stronger than any alloy he knew of on the market. The person holding it simply lacked the strength.

Not to mention, this metal might not even be as strong as Superman's body. Even iron, without sufficient strength, couldn't break through moderately hard wood.

"General Lane, is this metal sold commercially?"

Luthor thought of his battle suit. If his battle suit were forged entirely from this metal, he'd be willing to face this so-called Superman head-on in a physical confrontation.

Also, there was his...

"Use a hydraulic press and a syringe; I don't believe it can't break his skin!"

Ignoring Luthor's words, Sam Lane grabbed the microphone and angrily ordered.

"Let me go, General Lane? Are you people from the military?"

Their conversation, separated by dozens of walls, reached Clark's ears. Accompanied by Clark's panicked and angry struggles, the steel electric chair he was fixed to began to shake.

The researchers retreated in fear.

"Why did you capture me!"

Remembering how this creature had violently stopped a high-speed train earlier, a base personnel member quickly pressed a button.

A powerful current coursed through Clark's entire body. His muscles convulsed, and heat rose from his clothes, yet he continued to struggle.

As the current intensified, Clark only had steam rising from his hair and let out a muffled grunt or two, his body remaining completely unharmed.

"General, the voltage has been maxed out!"

The soldier at the control console turned around in terror. What was this guy's body made of?

"The electricity isn't working; try the sonic weapon!"

As if an outsider, Luthor calmly and quickly suggested.

Buzz!

Two sonic weapons emitted a dull sound, blasting beams of sound that precisely entered Clark's ear canals. His eardrums, far more fragile than his skin, felt like drum skins being violently beaten, and his head buzzed.

"Ah!!"

This time, it wasn't just a muffled grunt or two. Clark screamed as if iron rods were inserted into his head from both sides and being stirred.

His body stiffened, his consciousness blurred, and sweat poured out like he'd been on a hundred roller coasters. The world spun, his already limited strength failed him, and he could no longer struggle.

"Superman, where did you come from in the universe? Your existence isn't in any global database. You alien scumbag must be a vanguard soldier in a plan to conquer Earth!"

Luthor's calm tone changed. He spoke with intense passion, like a narrow-minded racist, and declared with absolute certainty.

"No, I'm not!"

Despite saving citizens, he was being treated like this. In his pain, Clark roared in anger because he was being falsely accused.

"You're not?"

Upon hearing this, Luthor's pupils contracted, and his mind was greatly shaken.

A normal person would focus more on denying the absurd claim of being an alien, but this guy's instinctive denial was focused on being a vanguard soldier for conquering Earth.

"Interesting, you really are an alien."

"Let me go!

Then what are you?

I can't hear your heartbeat, can't hear the blood flowing in your veins."

Clark shouted.

Even though his eardrums had been bombarded by the sonic weapons, he could still hear the person speaking through the speaker in another room, separated by dozens of walls.

But that person had no heartbeat, no sound of blood flowing in their veins, no subtle sounds of digestion... definitely not human.

"No heartbeat?"

Sam, who was wondering if Superman could be confirmed as an alien so easily, felt his heart skip a beat. He looked suspiciously, his hand subtly reaching for the pistol at his waist.

"No need to be nervous..."

Under the light bulb, Luthor smiled unhurriedly, about to explain something.

A squad leader with a walkie-talkie burst in urgently, "General, soldiers in the city are reporting that an unknown humanoid creature with extreme speed is expected to attack the base."

The squad leader glanced at Superman on the screen.

"He might be here to rescue him."

"David?"

Clark, in a dire and somewhat desperate situation, felt a surge of joy upon hearing this. The only person he could think of was his brother.

"Is he one of your kind? How many alien kin of yours are lurking on Earth?"

Sam Lane's expression changed drastically. He grabbed his walkie-talkie, about to issue an order to put the base's fighter jets, tanks, and all combat units on Level 1 alert.

But suddenly!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of roars, flying debris.

In just one second, dozens of thick reinforced concrete walls, built with only rocket attacks in mind, were smashed open with holes as if they were made of paper.

A figure as fast as purple lightning, virtually crashing through the entire base with overwhelming force, appeared in the secretly monitored room.

He found Clark, who had been taken away.

Seeing Clark's weakened and miserable state, tied to an interrogation electric chair, David's face darkened. He turned to look at the camera.

"Curiosity is a good thing.

I presume you are also prepared to pay the price for prying into certain secrets!"

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