Chapter 131: Family Matter

Deputy Minister of Defense, Chris, had beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead. Involuntarily, he swallowed hard, raising his head to look up at the sky. The blue sky was obscured by densely packed warships, emerging from the main battleship and gradually growing in size until there were over 40,000 warships of varying sizes, blotting out the sky.

"Alien, perhaps... we should talk," Chris said nervously, swallowing a gulp of nervous saliva, trying to maintain his composure.

He felt as if the enormous main battleship overhead had glanced at him.

Then, fifteen F-22 Raptors formed a squadron and soared through the sky in the distance.

Fifteen beams of light shot out, and the fifteen F-22 Raptors soaring in the sky crashed, like foolish rabbits crashing into a tree trunk, erupting into flames and black smoke in the sky.

Chris broke out in a cold sweat. Each of those aircraft cost 330 million US dollars, and they were considered top-of-the-line, the most powerful fighters on Earth, combining stealth, agility, precision, and situational awareness in both air-to-air and air-to-ground combat.

And yet, they exploded like idiots by crashing directly into the beams? Each warship had such precise accuracy, so what was the point of fighting? The soldiers beside him were still holding heavy machine guns and shooting blindly with their naked eyes.

"May I ask..." Chris shivered inwardly, lowering his posture with a forced calmness. He knew that there was absolutely no chance of winning against the fleet of warships in the sky.

"Lock on and exterminate them!" The Marshal-class battleship Sacrifice, in deep red, ignored him, not even ordering the warships to transform into mechs. Instead, it commanded them to lock onto every soldier who had pointed a gun at or surrounded the Emperor.

In Chris' horrified gaze, countless beams of light suddenly lit up, and even the sunlight refracted into beautiful rainbows.

First and foremost, the transport planes and helicopters in the air, as well as even the Raptors, couldn't evade the beams. They were even more defenseless and were directly blasted apart.

Then, each beam of light rain targeted every soldier, descending from the sky. In just one wave, it killed all the soldiers.

Chris' body was instantly incinerated in place. On the cracked ground, all that remained were charred black bodies, standing in place, displaying the brutality of a super sci-fi weapon war.

No survivors!

With a 100% accuracy and penetration rate, there was no chance for any soldier to escape.

In just twenty seconds from the appearance to the extermination, 23,020 soldiers died, none survived.

"Return to base!"

The Marshal-class battleship Sacrifice issued the order, and all the warships advanced towards its direction. As they approached, the warships' elastic metal shrank, and the Transformers' elastic metal allowed them to shrink or enlarge by a factor of one to ten. They shrunk one by one and entered through the hatch, then remained quietly on the Marshal-class battleship Sacrifice.

Once all the warships were inside, the Marshal-class battleship Sacrifice glanced in the direction of the White House, activated its mimicry stealth system, and disappeared into the sky.

The White House.

The Oval Office.

The President, with a thin face and graying hair, who had always been spirited, stood behind his desk. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw the deep red Marshal-class battleship Sacrifice standing tall in the sky. He felt as if his skin had been scraped by a blade-like gaze, sending a shiver down his spine.

The Marshal-class battleship Sacrifice vanished from sight, and the sky returned to clear. Only the exploded fighter jets and attack helicopters remained, burning and filling the sky like a blue curtain.

The President didn't even know if the battleship was still hovering over Washington, D.C., or if it would remain there.

The thought of the battleship possibly being above the nation's capital made his scalp tingle, and his face turned grim.

The President turned his head, his gloomy gaze sweeping across the presence of the Secretary of State, Secretary of Defense, Chairman of the National Security Council, Vice President, Senate President, Speaker of the House, and a dozen other top decision-makers in the country.

Fear, astonishment, and disbelief were written on everyone's faces.

A communications officer, sweating profusely, rushed in with a summary of the battlefield data, his footsteps echoing urgently in the Oval Office.

"Come in."

The communications officer tried to control his breathing and approached the President's desk, reporting to the President.

"Twenty-three thousand and twenty soldiers have died. No victories, Deputy Minister Chris is dead, General Julius Kellogg has perished," the communicator's voice trembled slightly.

Inside the Oval Office, the faces of many high-ranking officials turned pale. Those space warships fired beams of light that were so precise, wiping out all the gathered soldiers.

The targeting system was too accurate!

It caused more concern and fear than the Steppenwolf Invasion a year ago.

That Invasion was when demonic creatures entered Earth and wreaked havoc.

Although the demonic creatures(parade mons)were powerful in various ways, they were nothing more than strange flesh and blood beings.

Human firearms could inflict damage on the demonic creatures.

Humans were still capable of resistance.

But the precise strikes from the warships, with almost every beam hitting the soldiers, demonstrated technological superiority.

The warships, which were elusive and undetectable by radar, could penetrate the capitals of every nation and destroy the political centers, instantly annihilating a country's core.

Destroying an administrative center of a country took only a matter of seconds, not much longer than the precise killing of twenty-three thousand and twenty soldiers.

No one present doubted that if that alien wanted, the United States would be in imminent danger of collapse.

The President shuddered, his eyes filled with deep horror. He took a deep breath and looked around at the many high-ranking officials, forcing himself to remain calm as he said, "What is his objective?"

"The psychological team said that based on his attire resembling those of Superman, and his non-aggression towards our country, they speculates that he is simply seeking revenge against Superman. It is highly likely that this is an internal matter within the Kryptonian race," the communicator reported.

"What?"

"Just an internal matter within Superman's race?"

The President's eyes grew dim, and he nearly fainted. It was just an internal matter within Superman's race? We sent over more than twenty thousand soldiers to defend our own country, and they were easily wiped out.

According to the psychological team's speculation, it was the Superman's family affair, and we intervened and brought this upon ourselves.

The President felt a surge of blood in his chest, feeling as if he might vomit blood. Over twenty thousand soldiers gone just like that! And all because of Superman's family matters.

But the President had no choice but to believe that it was indeed a family matter for Superman.

Because as soon as those warships turned their cannons, with their precise beams, the country's administrative center, including the President himself, would be instantly annihilated, just like the twenty-three thousand and twenty soldiers. Within two minutes, the national administrative center would be completely lost, and the entire country would plunge into chaos.

But the fact was that they were still safe and sound, which further proved that it was indeed a family matter for Superman.

Upon hearing the psychological team's conclusion, the Secretary of Defense's face contorted.

He strongly believed that as long as they didn't send soldiers over, the alien would naturally take Superman and leave when he was done with the Justice League.

It was the appearance of human soldiers that resulted in their own voluntary death.

This guy wasn't Superman, and he wouldn't show mercy to humans.

The Secretary of Defense felt as if his heart was bleeding, his face twisted and unrecognizable, his eyes filled with gloom. "I don't believe it's just an internal matter within Superman's race. Perhaps Superman is only their civilization's vanguard."

"We can't rely on that guy to get Superman and just leave. He possesses the ability to destroy any country's surface at any time."

The deaths of over twenty thousand soldiers in Washington, D.C., the political center of the United States, such a massive loss of life, and you're telling me it's all because of Superman's family matters? And we were just observing?

No, they couldn't bear that responsibility.

It must be an invasion on Earth by Superman's race. Earth's nations must unite to resist the alien aggression.

"By my order as President, activate the ultimate weapon in our country's Sector 7 in preparation for the impending alien invasion war."

The President solemnly declared, looking at the crowd and saying, "At the same time, we must immediately inform other countries and establish an Earth Defense Force against aliens, striving to quickly form a unified front to defend against their imminent attacks.

I believe that extraterrestrial civilizations won't cross vast distances just to find Superman. We, like ants, are likely insignificant to them, and perhaps trampling us as they pass is merely accidental. If humans want a chance to survive in this war, we must exert our full strength and take a bite out of them to show that attacking humans is not worth the cost."

After the President finished speaking, his gaze swept over the many nodding high-ranking officials.

Further details would need to be discussed with other nations as quickly as possible, but the overall defensive strategy had been presented, and they would prepare accordingly.

At that moment, a communications officer suddenly received an encrypted message and whispered in the president's ear:

"Mr. President, Lex Luthor is calling."

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