The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3530 Research on Cats and Dogs (Seventy-Eight)

Under the dim light in the room, a man in a plaid shirt and black-framed glasses was busy, marking one document in a hurry, and then looking at another.

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in."

"Dr. Al, you need to see this." Another person who also looked like a researcher walked in and handed the man a document.

The man called Al took the information. His eyes widened in an instant.

"Why is this happening?! How could the geothermal reaction suddenly happen again..."

"We found more than 200 probes within a radius of 160 kilometers around the detection point. This proves that the number of energy pumps has not decreased at all. Such frequent energy activities have caused the thermal reaction underground on the planet to become more and more intense. If no action is taken, the planet will disintegrate!"

Al's fingertips were shaking as he held the information. He took a deep breath and said, "Does Latassa know?"

"They have been working here for a long time, so it is impossible for them not to know. But they said it was the instruction from above."

"Above? Which above? Rao?!"

Al angrily threw the information on the table beside him.

At this time, the door was knocked again, and a black-haired woman in combat uniform walked in. She looked taller than Al, like a natural warrior.

"Mr. Al, your geothermal research report has been delayed for two weeks. If you don't submit it, I'm almost forgetting the purpose of our staying here."

"Usa, you should know better than me why I haven't submitted the report yet. They don't want real data at all, they just want a satisfactory number. How do you want me to make it up?"

"It's not that difficult. Just fill in some data. You scientists are the trouble."

"Then take a look at this!" Al threw the information he had just received to the woman called Usa.

Wusa glanced at it, but obviously didn't understand it at all. She sighed and said, "You don't have to show me this, just tell me when you can submit the information."

Al gave a fake smile and said, "You don't want to watch it, right? Then we'll wait and play together in three months."

"What do you mean?" Usa frowned.

"It's okay if you don't understand. I'll explain it to you." Al grabbed the information and said, "Did you see this number? If this number is higher than 50000, the entire planet will break into 16 pieces in three months. Do you understand?!"

"What the hell!" Wusa took the information back and said, "You don't mean to say that the planet under our feet will explode? How is this possible? How can it happen for no reason..."

"For no reason?!!!" Al roared at her, "At least 160 giant heat pumps are running at full capacity to extract geothermal heat just to power the indoor greenhouses and gardens of those gentlemen in the parliament. You call this for no reason?!"

"Hiss..." Wusa took a breath and said, "But didn't the news report a while ago say that they had already withdrawn more than half of them..."

Before he could finish his words, another piece of paper was thrown at him. This time, Usa could understand it because there was a picture on it - densely packed probes, almost piercing the center of the earth into a hedgehog.

Wusa threw the paper in his hand aside, crossed his arms and said, "You are scientists, don't you have any way to change this?"

"Didn't I try?" Al sneered. "I gave them real data. I told them countless times that this couldn't go on. What did they do?"

"They published hundreds of reports saying that the geothermal anomaly was due to a problem with the detection equipment and that the energy depletion was a rumor spread by the revolutionaries."

"Now, there are an average of more than 20 people patrolling my home and laboratory every day. Even buying a newspaper requires three people to check it. What can I do?!"

Ursa turned away her eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "I will report the truth to the general. Maybe he can convince the people in the parliament... maybe."

Al moved a large stack of information from the table next to him, patted the top of the information and said, "I believe your general can find scientists who are more professional than me to verify whether what is said in the information is true. I can only tell you that if we can't solve this problem within a month, we will no longer have a home planet."

Wusa's face darkened. She had the materials moved away. Before leaving the room, she turned and said, "Joe, we know you are an excellent scientist, and your data is likely to be correct. But perhaps you also know..."

She didn't say anything more, but Al understood what she meant. Of course he knew. Nothing would change.

After Ursa left, Al slowly closed his eyes and turned to look out the window. His reflection on the glass seemed to float in the blue sky, blending in with the clouds.

That ordinary glance was like a farewell kiss in his eyes full of affection.

"So you led the army to surround the parliament?"

"Do I have any other choice?"

Oliver was silent. He didn't know how to evaluate all this.

He even began to feel fortunate for the backwardness of human technology.

Because if the Earth were to disintegrate in three months, humanity would surely unite as never before—because without the Earth, no matter how rich a person is, they would not be able to survive.

But he also knew that Krypton was different. They were a high-tech civilization, and even though they didn't have a planet under their feet, they still had space stations, spaceships, and other colonized planets.

The rich can just move away to the next planet, drain all the energy in the same way, and then move on to the next one.

Those who have no money can only wait to die in despair.

The physical fitness of Kryptonians is indeed much stronger than that of humans as a whole, but when all resources are controlled by the upper class, how long can they survive in the dark universe with just their physical bodies?

Oliver sat down again because he felt a little tight in his chest. He looked at Zod again and said, "So why did you fail?"

"This is inevitable." Zod said, "The Guards controlled by the Council have been freed of all genetic restrictions. They can't feel pain, nor fear, and will always rush forward fearlessly."

"Moreover, the Council has a breeding center. In times of crisis, they can directly mature the babies and send them into the battlefield, which is equivalent to having an endless supply of warriors. Not to mention more advanced weapons and equipment."

"I knew from the beginning that this battle was unwinnable. But I had to do it anyway."

"why?"

"Don't you want to know why I came to Earth? It's okay to tell you." Zod shook his head slightly and said, "I came for the 'Central Codex'."

"Central Codex? What is that?"

"The Kryptonian gene library. You can think of it as the complete set of information we need for breeding."

"Okay. This thing is on Earth?"

"This thing is inside Clark Kent right now."

Oliver was a little confused and didn't react for a while. Zod continued, "I launched that offensive in order to make the parliament mobilize all its forces to protect themselves. In this way, Jor-El, Kal-El's father, would have the opportunity to steal the Central Codex."

Zod's tone was full of helplessness. He said, "We have all discovered that the Parliament is hopeless. The Kryptonian civilization led by the Parliament is also hopeless. Destruction is only a matter of time."

"But the Kryptonians cannot be exterminated. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must fight for it."

"Fortunately, we don't have to reproduce through primitive mating like humans. With instruments and data, Kryptonians can reproduce again."

"I let them sentence me to exile on purpose. This way I could secretly transport two embryo-preserving instruments via my warship. And Al was responsible for preserving the breeding data."

"This way, whether the planet is destroyed or civilization is extinct, as long as we find these two things, we can revive again."

"Unfortunately, we didn't expect that the Council would eventually suffer the consequences. The workers who were mistreated by them launched a genetic extinction before the planet disintegrated. Al was too late to transfer the data, so he could only put the thing in his son's body and then sent them to Earth together on a spaceship."

Oliver was silent for a while again, because he found that Zod might be more courageous and resourceful than he thought.

Many people think about what is the most difficult step in a revolution. Some say it is finding the right guiding ideology, some say it is seizing the opportunity, and some say it is holding the gun first.

But Oliver, who had experienced it personally, understood that the most difficult step in a revolution is to "abandon illusions."

All intelligent life forms have a kind of inertia. If life is manageable, then just make do with it; if it is not manageable, then just survive; if it is really impossible to survive, then just survive as long as there is still a breath left, and perhaps you will not choose to resist.

In this situation, it is too difficult to abandon the illusions about the oppressors. After all, the awakened ones are a minority.

However, Zod and Al, these two people abandoned their illusions very thoroughly. They were even ready to abandon the entire civilization and the planet.

Of course, it is also possible that they have been tortured by the parliament for too long, and have a mentality of "I'm tired, let's destroy it."

After figuring this out, Oliver had a new question. He looked at Zod and said, "I have a question. What price does Clark have to pay to obtain this central codex?"

"At what cost?"

"I mean, is he going to die?"

"If taking out the book would kill him, then why would his father put the book in his body?" Zod asked back.

Oliver was speechless, and then he asked: "Since it doesn't cost anything, why don't you just ask him for it?"

"Should I find him?" Zod said, "Malawak told me that Clark is Superman, and Superman is in the Justice League - then I ask you, is he in the Justice League?"

Oliver opened his mouth, somewhat unable to answer.

Theoretically, Clark must be in the Justice League, but in reality, he doesn't come to the Justice League very often.

"Then you...then you..." Oliver gestured with his hands for a long time, and only managed one sentence, "Then you can ask us."

"What should I ask?"

"You, you don't have a cell phone?"

"No, but I have a device that is much more advanced than a cell phone for communication. Can you guess where it is now?"

"Are you talking about a spaceship?" Oliver still held out a glimmer of hope, but looking at Zod's face as black as the bottom of a pot, he could only turn his eyes away guiltily.

"What about Malafac?" Hal asked persistently.

"I want to ask you something else." Zod said, "He said he found a magic weapon here, and then entered some mysterious space. He explained the history of Krypton very clearly, and also sent me the information about Clark and the Justice League."

"He said that I was the mortal enemy of the Justice League and they would never allow me to be active on Earth. If we want to find Clark, we must first get rid of the Justice League..."

Hal now felt a little guilty, because he had learned from Schiller that Malafak got Ron's invitation letter and entered the fighting world, which is why he knew so much information.

Although most of his intelligence was wrong, the information he had thrown out was enough to scare people. For Zod, who came to Earth for the first time and had no idea about the situation, it was indeed of great reference value.

"This is all a misunderstanding," Oliver rubbed his hands and said, "No matter what your purpose was, you did try to fight. We admire your actions very much and have no intention of making an enemy of you."

"Then give me back my spaceship."

"Well... due to the low level of human technology, your spaceship was damaged during transportation. It may take a little time to repair it."

Oliver stretched out two fingers and pinched them together, leaving only a tiny bit of space in between.

But Zod has seen the entire universe from there.

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