Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

In Metropolitan City, in the Office Building of the Daily Planet, Clark.Kent looked up.

As another small reporter who is Superman, he has to spend a lot of time and energy on his job and his identity as a vigilante. Busy affairs occupy almost all of his spare time, so he can admit with a little shame that he does not Not a good son of the Kent family.

He is busy with rescue work, large and small, paying attention to various accidents and disasters in metropolitan cities and even the world, and sharing his strength with everyone without hesitation, but he cannot find his son in time when his mother needs him. Appear.

Even so as not to disturb his work—whatever it was—the Kents would tacitly avoid the word "Clark" in conversation, lest their virtuous son be separated by hearing his name from his parents. Heart.

Superman's work never allows for distractions.

Clark accepted the hidden kindness of his parents, and silently passed on the advantages he learned from this kind couple, the kindness, enthusiasm and generosity to everyone.

But in any case, he is still the son of the Kent family, so when his mother in the small town called out the name "Clark" in an extremely gentle and intimate voice, his attention was instantly drawn from the document in front of him. Moved away.

He heard his father call "Clark" too, followed by a very familiar answer.

For a split second, Clark didn't realize who was answering his parents' call.

But soon he realized something, and almost fell from the computer desk in surprise——

This is impossible!

But...but yes, he definitely heard it right, it was his own voice.

Because of the slight greenness in the tone, he didn't recognize it at the first time, but after a very short trance, Clark still found some traces left by him in the past from his memory.He was sure it was his own voice.

And it wasn't his voice that was always kept low as Superman, nor was he as Clark.Kent always deliberately looks weak and cowardly, but a calm, relaxed, undisguised tone that belongs to his "own".

It was the voice of a good son belonging to the Kent family, a state that would only be revealed in front of his parents.

No matter how much reputation he has gained in the outside world, no matter how much people despise Clark.How much Kent admires Superman, no matter what others think of him, no matter how much responsibility he has taken behind him, how much pain and harshness he has endured.

When he was bathed in the familiar air, stood on the familiar land, and stood in front of his parents, he felt that he was still just a child, and his heart was full of carefree happiness and solemn shyness.

He keeps fighting, never compromises, never fears anything, or even if he encounters something worth fearing, he overcomes it with courage and love.

But deep in the heart of this seemingly omnipotent man, he has always been worried about something.

He is not afraid of being hurt and bleeding, he is not afraid of being threatened, and he even overcomes the fear of death, but he can't control himself from worrying about his parents, whether they are sick because of old age, let alone control Don't be nervous. If one day his identity as a vigilante is discovered, this innocent and kind couple will be hurt because of it.

So of course, he was full of vigilance and suspicion towards this man whom his father and mother called "Clark".

He flew home in a hurry, scanned the room with his clairvoyant ability in the sky, and was shocked to find that the person sitting in the room eating apple pie with relish seemed to be... himself? !

That's right, that's him.When his abilities initially appeared, and his parents told him that his true identity was an alien from the universe, with strong curiosity about himself, Clark looked through his body.

He knows every bone and every inch of his muscles. When he was young, he has been silently recording their information, intending to find out the obvious difference between his body and the people on the earth. Unfortunately, he failed. In terms of body structure, there is not much difference between him and human beings, except that his genes can absorb energy from the sun, and that energy creates a body of steel, and creates abilities such as heat vision, frozen breathing, perspective, and flight.

"Dad, Mom, I'm full," Carl said.

Clark hovered high in the clouds watching him, but didn't do anything, just waited.

This behavior is in line with Clark's style.To be honest, Calco has never been afraid of anything, what he means is that in this world of Gotham City, he must avoid the Bat, the skeptic who always thinks of the worst, but he has nothing to worry about in front of Clark of?

Clark is so gentle.

So he calmly sucked the corners of his lips and licked the crumbs on his fingers. Looking at the empty plate, he just felt reluctant to part with those apple pies.

In fact, the taste of apple pie may not be so good.

But Clark looked so happy when he ate his apple pie that he couldn't help but want to eat more, as if he could sip something from those mundane, home-cooked foods.

"You must be very tired, Clark, eat more." Clark's mother said.

She sat at the dining table and looked at Carl, her hair was already gray and her face was full of kind wrinkles, while Clark's father was sitting on the sofa not far away, flipping through the newspaper as if he didn't care about his son's sudden return home. A little hunchbacked, and a little stooped.

Didn't they all notice that Carl was a little younger than Clark?

Or did they notice and just say nothing?

Carl doesn't know.

He can't read minds, and in fact, he's never been very good at reading other people's minds.He is not good at empathy, let alone interpersonal communication. Although he has tried his best to control him, he has the obvious willful and reckless behavior that only a rich son will have.

He doesn't have gentle and kind human foster parents to correct his thoughts and demeanor.

Alexander raised him, but Alexander didn't care about the people on earth, and he had no moral values. He pampered and indulged Karl endlessly and without borders, as if he felt that no matter what Karl did, it was justified.

Whether it is saving people, killing people (although Karl has never tried it), traveling the universe, or staying at home in a daze, it seems that as long as Karl remains healthy, he will accept everything and be calm.

"I'm full." Carl said in a low voice, his mood was depressed, and he didn't mean to hide it at all, "I'm leaving, Dad, Mom, I still have important things to deal with."

Clark's mother hesitated to speak, and her conflict was so clear in the eyes of both Carl and Clark. Of course she wanted to keep her son, but when this son had a job called "Superman", it seemed possible to keep the other party. It's the same as killing someone with your own hands.

"Let's go, do what you think you should do." Clark's father coughed lightly, with a calm tone, "Let's go. You not only belong to us, you have more important things to accomplish, and there are people there all the time Help, Clark. Let's go."

Carl agreed in a low voice, then stood up, walked out of the cozy little house, and drove the car to the nearby river.

Superman landed, right in front of Carl.

Michelangelo’s statue of David selected the moment when David was about to start a fierce battle. Everything has not yet started. This beautiful man made by God is gazing firmly ahead, every muscle is ready to go, full of strength .

Superman landed, his toes tapped, the soft red cape fluttering behind him.

In an instant, the naked David came to life.

brilliant.bright.Perfect.

So perfect, so perfect that people love to hate it, when Karl looked at him, he felt that he saw the end of everything.

He is not a man, he is a god.

No, Carl thought, Clark was more than a god—because he was my "father."

"My teacher always mentioned his father, because he was so overwhelmed by the greatness and brilliance of his father's generation." Carl said first, staring at the face that was exactly the same as his own, staring at Clark's eyes that were exactly the same as his own, "He respects and loves his father, but he can't help but rebel against his father's authority, so when he was exiled for the last time, he was determined to find his true self."

"He's courageous," Clark replied.

"Me too. I wish I trusted myself as much as he did."

"who are you?"

"Kal-El. You from another world."

From Clark, Carl understood order and morality.

Even he himself can hardly tell how much his act of putting on the uniform and becoming "Superman" comes from sincerity, and how much is out of imitation of Superman.

Both.he knows.But which is more?What was his ego like?

Carl didn't think about it when he was young, he just couldn't ignore the tragedy and pain that he was able to prevent, but the older he got, the more he became aware of his "self" and the Clarke he had accepted over the years. Conflict of ideas.

He never intends to reject and deny Clark, it's just that he is different from Clark.The perfect, detached, decathlon Superman hung over his body and mind, and he wanted to break through, but was afraid that he would disgrace the badge of "Superman".

I will make mistakes, he thought, I will make mistakes, everyone will.

However, as long as he thought of such a possibility, he couldn't help but shudder.

Carl can accept that Superman makes mistakes, but he can't accept that the "Superman" he incarnates makes mistakes, and it feels like discrediting Superman with his not good enough self.

But at this moment, standing in front of Clark, he couldn't help but relax. The tension, confusion and emptiness of losing the magic cycle gradually disappeared, and he felt that he didn't have to worry about anything.

This is very strange.He clearly knew that Clark was as invulnerable to magic as he was, and he had witnessed countless times with his own eyes that Clark was seriously injured and died, but in his heart, there was always a concept.

Superman always wins.

"Hello." Superman smiled friendly, "Sorry, you look like you don't know how to get back. Need my help?"

God, Carl thought, why are you so nice?

-

"Something's wrong with Tony," Maria said.

They are still in Xavier College, but they haven't been seen for a long time. The students don't know where the couple has gone. Many people think that they have left the school, but the two are actually just obsessed with catching nine heads Snake's pigtails don't have time to take care of outside affairs.

"He is very good." Howard perfunctory, "Carl and Alexander are watching, the brat has made two good friends, they will not let him have an accident. Besides, my son will not be knocked down by such a trivial matter. He has been kidnapped quite a few times, and he is not living well."

In Metropolis, Alexander asked Luo, "When is Carl coming back?"

"It will take another two or three days, who knows." Luo said, "Why are you so anxious, I haven't seen my little boy in so many years, do you think I am anxious?"