DC Tyrant

Jonathan Kent was Superman's adoptive father, as he was supposed to be.

But because of the existence of Bardi, twelve years ago, during the battle between Earth and Joe-El.

Joe Elle would rather sacrifice Superman's adoptive mother than miss a chance to let his son escape, and in the end did not rescind the order and let Jonathan Kent's wife die in the superluminal vortex and be wiped clean. .

After the incident, Badi once said, let him follow him, serve himself, and when he can dominate the universe and reverse time, he will give his wife the resurrection.

Badi gave him hope. In the long twelve years, he held on to the only little hope that he would not go to Huangquan with his wife.

But, in fact, since that day, he followed Badi's back, such as following a little light of hope, he has never really seen Badi or faced Badi.

Sometimes, he thinks.

I am probably stupid to believe that someone can turn back time and save my wife.

But this is the only hope he can survive. He always fantasizes that back then, Badi's back really had the ability to hope to bring his wife back to life.

In his heart, he kept this little bit of hope firmly in his mind, and he was very afraid that once such a great person as Bhadi said that he could do nothing, then all his strength would turn into nothingness, and he would not have the strength to live in this place again. world.

He hoped very much that Badi would become stronger, so powerful that he could break through the universe, reverse time and space, fulfill his humble wish, and bring his wife back to life.

For this, you can do whatever you want.

Diamond Moon.

On the moon, there is crystal fluorescence, magnificent and charming. The legionnaires with constant establishments are patrolling and walking, leading the new recruits.

On the crystal clear lunar surface, the continuous formation of the lunar military bases and the square barracks built of steel.

In a two-person lieutenant-level officer camp, the metal was cold and quiet, the items were placed in an orderly manner, and the air was filled with deep silence and sadness.

Jonathan Kent's face was like that of a 30-year-old man. He had undergone genetic modification. He was already over forty years old. At this moment, it seemed that he was only thirty years old. When I saw him two years ago, it wasn't much different.

At this moment, he was sitting on the gray quilt, with his back against the cold metal wall, his palms open, and he looked at the pocket watch photo on his palm with deep and painful thoughts. Inside was a color photo of his wife Martha. The wedding photos that I shared with him.

Almost every day, he misses, misses, and painfully recalls his wife Martha while watching the photos.

If the baby hadn't been taken in in the first place, it wouldn't have led to the separation as it is today.

In his heart, he hated that white dog, a beast who would sacrifice his wife and let his son escape no matter what.

It was he who refused to stop no matter what, causing Masha to be smashed by the superluminal vortex.

Obviously they are kind, take them in, why can they do such a thing and let their wife die.

Thinking of this, Jonathan Kent's sturdy body curled up, holding the pocket watch in his hand tightly, tears streaming from the corner of his eyes.

Shortly after.

'Hey...'

The sound of the door opening came in.

It was Jonathan's other ensign roommate, Shanks.

In an instant, the tears at the corner of Jonathan's eyes turned into smoke and disappeared, his face was cold, his eyes were cold, and all his feelings and sorrows were put away.

Curled up straight, he got out of bed and started putting on his shoes and military uniform, ready to lead a patrol.

"Ah... Jonathan, go out, General Ott is looking for you."

Shanks yawned with a tired look on his face. He couldn't lift his eyelids to look at Jonathan. After saying this, he didn't take off his sandals, lay directly on his bed, and began to snort.

Leading a team on patrol is not tiring. What is tiring is that after leading a team on patrol, he has to fight with a group of recruits in the virtual battle room, which greatly consumes his energy and makes him very tired.

Jonathan just wanted to ask what General Ott was looking for himself, but when he saw Shanks was snoring heavily, he didn't wake him up to ask.

Jonathan went straight out.

First, he went to the camp room to adjust the time of the patrol and the virtual training time of the recruits. After finishing the process, he moved to the main battle command room.

"Press harder, haven't you eaten?"

On the way, a non-commissioned officer led the recruits and was pressing an alien to the ground, constantly rubbing the surface of the moon.

And that position was exactly the position where Mungo's guard spit.

After Badi eliminated Mungo, General Ott directly took out the arrogant Mungo guard, pressed him on the moon, licked up all the phlegm he had, and rubbed him on the moon.

But, it's not over yet.

He was convicted of contempt of His Majesty, and was approved by General Ott to Badi. During the 30-year sentence, he would wash the earth with his face every day. Every day, there were special soldiers who pressed his face and put the He pressed and rubbed the entire moon.

Jonathan and a few officers who led the team nodded, glanced at the aliens who continued to be pressed against the moon and rubbed against the moon. A trace of unbearable flashed in their hearts, and without saying much, they left here and went to the main battle room.

"Jonathan, unload your affairs and go back to Earth. Your Majesty will summon you."

"Ok?"

Jonathan was puzzled, his heart almost jumped, and he asked General Ott with a panicked heartbeat, but General Ott didn't know the specifics of this matter, but he knew that Jonathan needed to go back to Earth.

Jonathan stepped on the teleporter almost with unease, anxiety, fear, and panic.

He thought about it almost every second.

Is it because he is too ordinary, too incompetent, and does not qualify for the resurrection of his wife.

Although he has already tried his best and his ability, he has become a soldier, a soldier, and fought in the legion under the banner of Bardi.

However, he is really ordinary, with no specialties, special intelligence and ability. Even the official position of second lieutenant is only a matter of qualifications.

He didn't do anything great for Bade at all, and he didn't deserve anything at all!

For a time, Jonathan's heart panicked and was extremely sad.

When he was brought in front of Badi, his face was even more grief-stricken.

He really didn't want to hear Badi say that because he was too mediocre, he was not qualified to save his wife.

"His Majesty…"

Jonathan bowed his head and knelt down, his body trembling and panic in his heart.

Buddy's face was indifferent, looking at Jonathan kneeling down, a hint of warmth could not help flashing.

"Jonathan, you served me twelve years."

"However, your ability is mediocre, you have no specialties, and you are just a soldier in the vast sea of ​​people. Whether it is your superiors or what I have monitored, it shows your mediocrity."

"People like you, I have hundreds of millions under my command."

Jonathan's body trembled even more, this mediocre second lieutenant, with tears almost dripping from his eyes, kowtowed heavily to Badi: "Your Majesty, I can do anything, anything! Please don't give up on me, give up on me His wife was resurrected."

His tears dripped like beans on the ground, reflecting his sad and painful face.

"You think too much, I don't care about your mediocrity."

"I see your efforts, the confidence you have in me, and there is still no hope of giving up."

"I have seen you who are mediocre. You have worked hard under my command, you have sweated, you have broken your limbs, and you have shed blood."

"Since you are willing to put in twelve years of loyalty and hard work, believe me desperately for this."

"So……"

"Your wife, waiting for you in the Metropolitan Central Hospital State ward 35."

Jonathan's body was stiff, he raised his head with his eyes wide open, and looked at Bardi's majestic face, glittering and shining, the emperor's armor with dark gold cloak, with endless domineering, suffocating.

At this moment, Badi smiled. In his eyes, he was like a reincarnated heavenly father, causing the blood in his body to explode wildly.

"Don't worry, this is the real thing, your wife, not some genetic creation that looks alike."

"Your hope has come true!"