Chapter 819
West of town, Native American site.
Joseph Liuwan, the oldest indigenous native in the area and now a professor of ancient ruins, is leading a group of people to stop a protest march on the outskirts of the construction site.
Dozens of people held up protest signs and demonstrated on the periphery, but inside there was a roar of machinery and excavators digging through the dirt on the ground.
“If you continue to act recklessly on this land, you will all be punished!”
Joseph Liuwan, an elderly indigenous man, spoke loudly at the gate of the construction site on crutches.
Inside, a man who looked like the head of the project walked out, and despite the old man in front of him wearing a delicate suit, he looked down on the natives.
“Chief, I don’t know if we will be punished, but if we stop, we will definitely be deducted from our wages by the boss, so if you dare to lead people to make trouble, I will call the police and arrest you all!”
Joseph Liuwan was so angry by this unreasonable white man that the beard on his lips trembled, and he angrily struck the ground with his cane, saying:
“You poor people without faith, you have no idea what you are doing, and blaspheming Naman will bring disaster to you, and to the whole town!”
The white worker glanced at his co-workers, and the crowd burst into laughter.
“Chief, we have faith, we believe in God, not in your Naman gods, hahaha…”
When Clark arrived at the Native American site to the west, the protests were drawing to a close.
He took a look around and then took pictures around and prepared to go back and write a story about it.
“Teacher Lu Li, did you hear anything?” Clark suddenly stopped and listened intently for a while.
“Did you find anything?”
Lu Li sat on the balcony of his home, holding a book in his hand and a cup of tea on the low table next to him.
He spoke faintly, but the voice crossed hundreds of kilometers and clearly reached Clark’s ears.
“Hmm. Clark seemed to be looking for the source of the sound, and his eyes fell on the ground where the excavator was digging on the construction site, and he slightly pulled the glasses off the bridge of his nose down so that he could use his clairvoyant eyes to scan the underground.
Suddenly, his face changed: “Damn, the ground is empty, didn’t they explore before digging?”
In order to save money, the engineering team in the town cut corners on many of the surveys that should have been done.
Clark hurriedly rushed to the edge of the steel wire fence on the construction site and shouted inside: “Stop immediately, you are in danger!”
But no one listened to him.
There is indeed a large empty space under the land, and the excavation that is being carried out on the ground at this time has almost dug through the superstructure.
In the next moment, a large chunk of the entire ground collapsed, and many workers and machinery on the site were in free fall.
Thundered!
The underground cavity is more than 10 meters high, and it is basically impossible to survive if you fall from such a high place.
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The moment the ground collapsed, Clark put on a mask, then reached out to tear the wire mesh in front of him, and then exerted super speed to grab the shovel of the excavator.
“Drink!”
With a soft snort, Clark lifted the excavator with one hand and placed it on the ground.
Immediately afterward, he jumped into the pit.
Although Superman also has super speed, he can’t run vertically on a rock wall like the Flash.
So he had to jump between the rock walls to catch the falling workers.
It didn’t take much effort to rescue, but Clark didn’t come up inside the underground cavern.
“Oh my God, who is this man with a mask?”
“I see how much strength he can lift the excavator with one hand!”
“I know him, the town bank was robbed by gangsters before, and a vigilante who claimed to be Superman saved the hostages!”
For a moment, the people who survived the catastrophe began to talk wildly, and the indigenous professor Joseph Liuwan stared reverently at the figure that had leaped into the cave.
“The prophecy has finally come true, and the prophesied savior Naman has finally appeared!”
In the cavern, Clark was engrossed in staring at the cave pattern.
Clark raised his hand and pointed to the pattern on the cave wall, which were strange symbols, forming a long line of text according to certain rules.
“I’ve seen the writing on this wall!”
“That’s right, it’s alien script, Kryptonian script to be exact. Lu Li glanced over there from thousands of mountains and rivers, and said lightly.
“Well, there’s something similar on my ship!” Clark stepped forward and looked more closely.
In the center of the words, there is a small inconspicuous hole, and the shape of that small hole is the shape of the Superman family crest.
“This hole is exactly the same as the key on my ship!” Clark said.
The other walls are not covered with words, but with white murals.
Instead of paying attention to the hole in the rock wall, Clark followed the mural.
The first mural on the cave wall depicts countless meteorites falling from the sky, the earth destroyed, and a small figure in the ruins.
“This is—” Clark’s face changed, he thought of himself from the mural, and immediately continued to look down.
The latter paintings are more abstract and require a little imagination, and the message above is that the man who appeared in the meteorite has the strength of dozens of adults, he is invulnerable, and his eyes can breathe fire.
“This cave is at least 500 years old, why did I record my situation in the cave 500 years ago?”
Clarke’s mind stirred as he frantically looked at every detail of the mural, trying to find out the secret of his origins. _
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