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

Carl put the collar on Tiffany carefully.

From beginning to end, his fingers were careful not to touch Tiffany's skin.

But in order to ensure that the tightness of the collar was appropriate—it would not allow Tiffany to break free easily, nor could it squeeze her throat and make her feel uncomfortable—he gently rested his fingers on the edge of the metal collar, at a distance from Tiffany. The position of the throat is not more than a millimeter and slides gently.

There is a strange intimacy in this indifferent movement.

Tiffany wondered what was wrong with the whole thing, and Carl's reaction was not at all what she expected.

She also didn't understand what Carl said, what does "Long time no see, snake" mean?Who is he greeting?Or did he identify the wrong person?

Anyway, no matter what Carl wanted to do, she was doing all the preparations for it.Of course they are not as docile as cats in front of anyone, but Carl.With the name Al, he is absolutely entitled to any kind of service he wants.

"Sir," said Tiffany in her softest voice, "if you like, I will be your snake and I will never leave your side."

The exquisitely crafted collar has been wrapped around Tiffany's neck obediently. The silver collar has a metallic luster, setting off Tiffany's skin as delicate and white as snowflakes on the top of a mountain.

"What a tempting promise, dear snake, I don't have to taste it to know you have a tongue sweet as honey." Carl whispered, "You're lying. We all know you're lying, but I don't care that you're lying. Don't you live on lies? Huh?"

Tiffany's breathing did not subside, but she trembled even more because of Carl's words.

No one could see her expression at the moment. Carl's hand was always on the back of the page, even when he put the collar on Tiffany and fastened the lock.

Books are like a mask, making them unable to see clearly what kind of face the people close at hand have.

"...Do you like this, Mr. Al? Blindfold my eyes, cover my face, lock my neck, and control everything about me." Tiffany said quietly, her voice muffled behind the pages of the book , sounding distorted, "Have you always liked this game?"

"I am far more obsessed with this game than you think, dear snake." Carl moved a little closer to Tiffany.

He looked at Tiffany's body meticulously, inch by inch, with amazement and curiosity in his eyes.This pure female body is so perfect, like a polished ivory, every line is a soft arc.

But she's not as cool as ivory.

She is warm, behind the pages of the book, her hot breath seems to penetrate the cover and fall into Karl's palm.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Carl couldn't help but put his fingertips on Tiffany's shoulders, and then slid down Tiffany's red underwear until it reached the top of the soft undulating area.

"How do you do that?" Carl asked. "You sound so...real to me."

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Mr. Al," Tiffany replied.

Gone is the original hot stripper and the shy teenage girl Carl pinned on a shelf with a book, replaced by a queen with a cold attitude.

She raised her head haughtily under Karl's palm through the pages of the book. One could imagine that if the little book covering her face was removed, her vicious eyes would surely fall on Karl mercilessly.

"I also prepared other gadgets for you, dear snake, specially designed to deal with your dexterous tongue." Carl sighed, "But I think it is barely suitable to use a collar alone, and it seems too much to add other things. Intimate. I'm going to give them to your brother, what do you think?"

As he spoke, Karl let go of his hand, and the book fell into his hands steadily.

He was full of shock and astonishment towards Tiffany, and he also had green eyes with a bit of confusion and embarrassment. Because the emotions were too intense, those eyes were as moving as if they had been washed by tears.

"What did you do?" she said through gritted teeth. "Why can't I use magic?"

"The tool of anti-magic, specially made for magicians, can effectively prevent captured magicians from using magic to escape." Carl blurted out without thinking, "Considering your face, I only put a collar on you. This thing is a complete set On the body, the visual effect is not so... all ages."

"Why do you have such a thing!" Tiffany went crazy with anger, "Damn it, what did my stupid brother tell you!"

She thought that these magical tools were specially used to deal with her.

Not at all.

When I asked Alexander what tools to restrict the magician's actions, I was very surprised that he gave me several sets of tools so happily, okay, Carl thought secretly, what did Alexander do behind my back, he wouldn't It's okay to imprison the magician to study and play, right?

While that's very much in Alexander's mind-set, it's certainly not something Alexander would actually do—at least not after Carl grows up and becomes "Superman."

And what happened before that...

Just let them go with the wind.

Having said that, Carl suddenly remembered Luo's half-fear and half-hate expression when he mentioned Alexander.

I don't know what happened between Luo and Alexander. Carl vaguely felt that Luo was in a very bad situation at that time. Maybe he almost died because of Alexander. Carl subconsciously touched his arm, where Luo had touched. There was a burst of warmth.

This feeling is very strange, and somewhat uncomfortable.

Like something alive buried in his own flesh and blood, an invisible chain connects Karl to another life form far away.

When he wasn't paying attention, the power was lurking deep in his flesh; but once he paid attention, the power was as clear as a pulse and a heartbeat.

They are entangled with his life force, not for his use, but protect him from magic.

"Thor hasn't told me much about you, except that he's always quite confused about what you're doing," Carl put his hand down, and smiled at Tiffany—or Loki, his eyes were calm and bright , "and your favorite of all animals to be a snake."

"Tiffany" crossed his arms and examined Carl's expression.

Even though the collar was still around his neck, his arrogant attitude remained unchanged. Carl subtly noticed that Loki's attitude even became more arrogant as his identity was completely exposed.

"The fact that you recognized me, I have to admit, Al, changed my opinion of you."

"Oh? What did you think I was like?"

"Just like Thor, naive and stupid, brutal and brutal, with too much sense of justice, unable to take responsibility."

Loki's face was full of disgust, and he listed a lot of derogatory words in one breath.

"Hmm." Carl said, observing Loki's micro-expression, "It sounds like you love him very much."

"If you don't count the not-so-good differences between us, and Thor's inflated desire for power, I do love my brother." Loki did not deny Carl's point of view, but no one knows whether this sentence is true Still fake.

"Let me guess what you think of me: cunning, fickle, lying, untrustworthy?"

He raised one corner of his lips, because he maintained Tiffany's shape, the charm in this smile was far greater than irony.

"I just think your scales are beautiful," Carl said.

"Thank you for not arresting me and kissing me, otherwise I really don't know if what happened today would have happened."

"Speaking of which." Carl had already heard the sound of Lex's car driving into the garden, "You should return to your original appearance."

"Worried about not being able to explain it to your boyfriend?" Loki sneered, "Speaking of your boyfriend, I really admire your courage, Superman."

"Don't call me Superman." Carl said, not minding being called out by Loki at all, "I think you should put on clothes, what do you think? Friendly reminder, don't even think about leaving the study, and don't make any small moves— —you'll be watched while I'm not here."

"What a gentleman." Loki laughed.

Carl shrugged.

He walked to the door, and before leaving, he asked suddenly: "Your disguise is actually very perfect. Do you know where I can see that it's wrong?"

"A camouflage that is seen through is not a perfect camouflage."

"Because it's not Nini's style to just call a stripper." Carl announced the answer to himself.

He closed the door and walked down unhurriedly, checking his clothes for any mess and whether they smelled of a woman's fragrance.

As he continued to approach the first floor, the sound of fast-paced dance music and women's laughter gradually amplified, with Rao's voice comforting these women mixed in.

Carl couldn't help but smile.

Rao seemed very comfortable being surrounded by women—was he that popular?What was his love life really like, aside from Laura from long ago?Carl never paid attention to these.

He deliberately didn't pay attention to these, not just out of respect and trust for Rao.

He told Rao Superman's secret identity, let Rao get close to him, and then guided him, educated him, and helped him.There is a strange tacit understanding between the two of them, which is different from anyone else. They rely on and trust each other, but they have never tried to talk to each other.

Quietly, Carl passed the strippers who gathered in small groups to laugh and play.

They have different skin colors and looks, but they are all mature, glamorous and charming, and they wear much less clothes than they show.

When Karl passed by, they cast eyes of unknown meaning, and Rao stood in the middle of the crowd holding a glass of red wine, and Karl looked at each other for a short moment.

Reflexively, Rao smiled brightly at Karl.

He seemed to want to come over and say something to Karl, but he was stopped by Karl's eyes when he leaned halfway.

"Bye-Bye."

A few meters away, through the loud music, colorful fragrances and half-naked beauties, Karl waved to him and said.

Rao also raised his hand and waved towards Karl.

"Bye." He murmured back.

He watched Carl walk out of the villa all the way, his steps were lively and brisk with small jumps, and his back was tall and straight.

No matter how long he has been with Karl, he will never learn to be so tall and straight.

He kept staring at Carl, outside the main entrance, a small car was parked at the door, Moxi hurriedly got out of the car, and opened the door for the people in the back seat, Lex.Luther stepped out of the backseat.

Carl ran over in three steps at a time. Before Lex could stand still, he received a warm kiss from him as a welcome.

They look so well matched.

Did Superman see his true nature?Rao in the past is not clear, but Lex.Luther undoubtedly understood his character and desires.

Until this moment, Rao realized that if Lex.Luthor understands his character and desires, there's no reason Superman doesn't.