Chapter 3 I won

When Haier heard these words, he really couldn't help but want to laugh, and then he really couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

"Haha...Father, I will call you father for the last time."

"Jor-El."

"The reason why I was not discovered for so long is because I really regard you as my father, and I really want to save Krypton."

"As long as I successfully control Krypton, I can fully open the Academy of Science and Technology and cooperate with my father to study the core of Krypton. Maybe we can solve the problem of Krypton's destruction."

"But it all depends on my survival."

"You can see the arrogance in my heart, you can see my ambition, haven't you seen my selfishness?"

"You didn't send me to space, but I took the initiative to ask you to send me to space."

"Now that I'm on this ship, Krypton must have been destroyed."

"I won, Jor-El."

Jor-El's face showed sadness, just as Hal said, Krypton has been destroyed.

A year and a month after the spacecraft flew away from Krypton, Krypton exploded and destroyed. Jor-El, who detected the explosion of Krypton at that time, was still unwilling to believe it.

If he wasn't just a re-enacted consciousness program, he would have the urge to refuse the original owner's instruction to "drive the spaceship into deep space away from the yellow sun and let Hal die in his sleep" and drive the spaceship back to Krypton. have a look.

Although it doesn't help.

Even, chatting at this moment, after learning about the explosion of Krypton and Haier's thoughts, he actually came up with the idea that maybe Haier was right, maybe he could replace the senior management of Krypton, completely open the Academy of Science and Technology, and conduct research at the last moment. Krypton's core might be able to prevent Krypton's destruction.

But all this was too late.

His consciousness program had been locked by the original owner Jor-El when the spacecraft took off, and could not be changed at all.

This was also Jor-El's decision at the time.

He decided to go into exile and let deep space kill his son.

This is his last tenderness as a father.

Just as Hal regards Jor-El as his true father, Jor-El also regards Hal as his son, and both sides have sincere feelings.

But this can't stop Jor-El from killing Hal, nor can it stop Hal from wanting to dominate Krypton and become a Kryptonian god.

"I know, Hale, you are looking for the yellow sun. You want to awaken the true power of the Kryptonians."

"Hail, my boy, I won."

"The spaceship no longer has any energy, and there is no yellow sun nearby. I will control the Dawn System. You will have nowhere to escape, and you will not even be able to control the spacecraft. You will be buried in this deep space."

"Continue to sleep in the cryogenic chamber until death without pain is your final destination."

Jor-El suddenly understood why he wanted to kill Haile in the first place.

Haier's ambition will sooner or later destroy himself and everything around him.

Haile, your ambition is too overflowing.

"So, why do you think there was a parliamentary plan to separate the spacecraft system and the life support cryogenic chamber?"

"It's just to prevent the intelligent system from completely controlling the behavior of life on the ship."

"Do you think it's really to wake up the Kryptonians in the ship at the last moment and decide the direction of the spacecraft?"

Haile sneered.

When he realized that his father was investigating him, he was already prepared.

But his preparation was not to struggle on Krypton.

Krypton's demise is doomed.

Haier only tried his best to save people. If he could, he could, but if he couldn't, there was nothing he could do. But finding out that his father's investigation was blocking him really chilled him.

Haile already knew that in Jor-El's mind, he was an out-and-out careerist and an unprecedented and terrifying terrorist.

In Jor-El's genes, he has long been destined to be a superior person, and the rules he abides by are already unbreakable rules on Krypton.

There was no way he could overcome the rejection, which had genetically affected him throughout his life.

He simply didn't have the guts to break.

All he has is the selfish code of stolen life, injected into his future son, Clark Kent, and let his son decide whether to rebuild the future of Krypton.

Entrust everything to his son who was raised by the people on earth.

Leave everything to the baby.

As for the former Krypton, they will use the solidification of the Kryptonian class, the corruption of high-level officials, and their lack of recognition in the investigation of the earth's core to cover up their selfish hearts.

Any class that reaches the end will solidify, and there will always be corruption at the top.

What's ridiculous is that in the end, by stealing the Code of Life and holding all the fundamentals of Krypton in his own hands, he has become the greatest corruption.

Let everyone on Krypton die to fulfill Superman's kind heart of protecting the earth.

Jor-El fulfilled his son's destiny.

Hal combined the future and spent ten years with Jor-El, seeing his behavior as a superior man on Krypton and the cowardice and selfishness deep in his heart, and felt deeply sad.

Even if Jor-El and Zod killed Krypton's high-level officials together, sent many personnel away from Krypton in time, and started studying Krypton's core with all their strength in time, it would be better than him still abiding by the rules of the Kryptonian Parliament.

But alas, he was such a disappointment.

In comparison, Zod is simply a Kryptonian hero.

And Jor-El is indeed a scientist respected by the upper echelons of Krypton.

"It turns out that this plan was proposed by you."

"Did you expect this situation all along?"

"Your real purpose is to leave Krypton before it explodes."

Jor-El was silent, then shook his head.

"It's useless. Even if you wake up, you can't give orders to the spacecraft."

"Go to sleep, my son."

Jor-El closed his eyes in pain.

It felt very uncomfortable to kill his adopted son.

The complexity of human nature is vividly displayed in Jor-El.

"I told you, I won."

"Jor-El, I'm happy talking to you."

Haier laughed loudly, sitting on the steel seat in the 360-degree starry sky in the main control room, among the twinkling stars, laughing loudly.

He expressed regret that he could not save Krypton and could not become the god of Krypton.

But leaving Krypton without dying would have achieved his greatest goal.

In Jor-El's pitiful eyes.

'Hmm...ah...'

Haer suddenly made a fist with his right hand and punched his stomach with his thumb joint. His face was ferocious, his mouth was open wide, saliva was flowing down, and the nausea in his throat made him vomit convulsively.

The thumb joint of his right hand was pressed hard against the stomach, causing the abdominal muscles to dent. He used the thumb joint of his fist to push the stomach up, straight to the chest, throat, and tonsils. His entire face turned red with congestion. got up.

"Cough cough cough..."

Haile vomited something white, like fish bubbles, from his mouth, which fell to the ground in the main control room.