Chapter 13: A Small Trial

In his white protective suit, Tungus suddenly broke into a profuse sweat, and the damp inner lining clung tightly to his body. His eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

He hadn't forgotten that the extraterrestrial possessed a foundational strength of over 30,000 tons. What did that even mean? It meant that the ultra-high-strength pressure saw, capable of easily cutting through the hardest-known alloys in the world, with its spinning speed tearing apart the air and even generating sonic booms, was now easily held by two fingers.

The thirty-meter-long mechanical arm trembled incessantly, unable to release the pressure it was exerting. With a sudden "pop," it forcefully ejected the previously secured screws, causing the mechanical arm to shake uncontrollably.

The entire Anchorage Base was stunned. No one had expected that, at this moment, the extraterrestrial would suddenly awaken.

Tungus was particularly terrified. He dropped the tablet from his hand. His body's protective mechanisms, pushed to the extreme by the shock, left him frozen and stiff. He even felt as though his heart had turned rigid.

The area around the extraterrestrial's eyes seemed seared, with the skin around his eyes turning a reddish hue from the intense heat, revealing veins beneath.

Swoosh! 

Two crimson beams of intense heat suddenly shot from the extraterrestrial's eyes towards Tungus' head. His head was the first to experience an enormous kinetic impact, breaking through the protective suit and separating from his body. Then, the subsequent scorching heat melted his head, vaporizing it. Throughout this process, all he felt was the fear before the attack, without any sensation of pain.

This heat vision shot straight up, piercing through the Anchorage Base's dome, and into the night sky, leaving a trail of molten iron dripping from the red-hot impact point on the steel supports.

The distant Anchorage City garrison, in the dark of night, saw a crimson beam tearing through the night sky.

"Ahhh!!!!"

Inside the Anchorage Base, everyone's eyes were drawn to this crimson heat vision. The innate fear of a powerful being gripped their hearts, sparking panic and chaos.

Inside the treatment room, biomedical experts scrambled and ran for their lives.

H'el slowly ceased the heat vision, his eyeballs feeling a bit dry. There was a slight, scorching sensation around his eyelids, a mere discomfort from his first usage and nothing more.

He blinked, and his deep eyes slightly shifted, returning to normal.

"Why did he wake up?!"

"Kill him! Attack!"

"We can't kill him; our lives are still in his body!"

"Don't you understand the gravity of the situation?"

"He's an extraterrestrial, and he possesses a power that's like a mobile nuclear bomb!"

"Kill him, even if we have to retrieve the body!"

"He must die!"

"Open fire!"

The representatives from various countries, hanging on the walls of the dome, realized the gravity of the situation. Their expressions turned grim. They hadn't expected the subject of dissection to suddenly wake up. After all, according to the dissection plan, they had already administered a neurotoxin capable of paralyzing a thousand elephants through his mouth. It seemed that it had no effect.

However, that was fine. They could still retrieve the body.

The well-prepared weaponry and equipment gave the representatives from various countries confidence.

H'el lightly flicked the circular saw he had been holding between his fingers. The thirty-meter-long mechanical arm, subjected to an unmatched force, twisted and flailed in the air. The sound of steel tearing resonated harshly in everyone's ears. The mechanical arm broke in mid-air, crashing into other steel supports, causing a violent tremor and cries of alarm.

"My body's a bit stiff."

H'el sat up on the steel operating table and turned his neck, causing it to crackle. It was a relieving sensation.

He extended both of his hands, rotating them in opposite directions and then gripping them tightly. A rapid clench of his fists generated a sonic boom, and two faint clouds of mist briefly enveloped his hands before dissipating.

Now, with just a casual movement, he could easily break the sound barrier.

H'el estimated his newfound strength. Every cell in his body was incredibly active and excited, providing him with immense power. He coiled this strength together into a bio-magnetic field that allowed for better control of his physical form.

He hadn't awakened immediately upon landing on Earth after exposure to sunlight. Instead, when he sensed there was no immediate danger, he chose to meditate and take control of his own body.

For him, the sudden burst of overwhelming power he had once experienced, the illusion of becoming incredibly strong in an instant, capable of killing an ox, was no more.

The deep meditation practices of the Kryptonian Meditation Guild were precisely for mastering the physical existence of Kryptonians.

"My body is completely under my control now."

H'el casually tore apart the iron sheets that had bound his hands and feet, and raised his head, his pupils dilating and contracting unpredictably. He switched between near and far vision modes, scanning the multitude of perplexed onlookers among the Anchorage base personnel in the distance. He could clearly see the various expressions on each person's face.

One grenade fell at his feet, followed by a dozen more being tossed in.

H'el glanced down at the small objects landing on his chest, rolling to the ground.

*Boom, boom, boom...*

The grenades detonated in succession, releasing a greenish mist.

What was this? H'el felt nothing. The green mist entered his nostrils, but he couldn't perceive the mild irritant properties of this smoke. He had no idea what this stuff was.

Columns of elite army soldiers, equipped with the latest gear, advanced. They carried heavy firepower with M240 machine guns and Browning M2 heavy machine guns. General Jericho had even brought in jeeps carrying 30mm-caliber autocannons, loaded with various armor-piercing rounds. A heavily-armed sniper unit held L115A3 sniper rifles, and Barrett M82A1s were set up for overwatch around the treatment room.

In the distance, seventeen M1A2 main battle tanks of the army were already deployed in the square outside the Anchorage base, their gun barrels aimed at the treatment room. A single command would suffice to tear down the outer walls of the Anchorage base and directly shell the treatment room, obliterating the entire area.

In the sky, armed helicopters like the Apache, Cobra, and Little Bird, had their missile turrets and cannons aimed at the treatment room from the outside sky. Fighter jets were soaring in the night sky, carrying missiles.

The entire treatment room was surrounded by muzzles, with no escape.

"General, the target has not been affected by the neurotoxin."

Inside the treatment room, the greenish mist gradually dissipated, revealing a tall, black figure that walked out as if he were a demon.

"Open fire!"

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