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

Carl knew that Lex always had a way of saying something particularly cruel.

But he hadn't expected Lex to be able to say it so—so beautifully.

Even if you know that what he thinks in his heart is not the same as what he said, and what he said has more than one meaning, but who cares so much at a time like this?

At least Karl doesn't care that much.

So he didn't maintain a serious state for a few minutes before he smiled.

Side by side, they walked through the entire zoo. Among all the people rushing home, their leisurely and carefree attitude was particularly conspicuous and eye-catching, attracting the attention of many curious staff members.

Fortunately, none of these staff recognized who they were, and they all thought that the two of them were just tourists who came to visit.

When the afterglow of the metropolis dyed the buildings into smoky gray, Carl returned to his home alone.

The party wasn't over yet, but it was obvious that everyone's interest had faded. They gathered together in twos and threes, absently playing with the empty wine glasses in their hands, and occasionally cast casual and slightly curious glances at the surroundings. There was a hint of drunkenness on the face——

"It seems that you all had a good time." Carl said lightly, bending down and holding Dick in his arms, "Don't tell me you're drinking too, Dick."

"I only tasted a little bit."

Dick raised a hand, and with his thumb and forefinger traced a fingernail height, he told Carl how much "a little" was in his mouth.

If the height he drew is true, then he really only drank a little bit, and the alcohol content of the champagne is not too high, so it is not a big problem for children to drink it.

"I won't tell Bruce," Carl promised.

But it's also possible to guess if Bruce, a control freak, would know what Dick was doing at the party.

Dick obviously knew this too, his flushed face collapsed with excitement, he hugged Carl's waist with both hands, and then buried his head in Carl's abdomen sullenly.

"What's the use of not telling him..." he said.

He hasn't yet reached the stage of voice change, his voice is crisp and soft like a little boy's, and his tone at this time is no different from being coquettish.

Carl put his hand on his head, stroking his little hairy head: "Bruce won't say anything, Dick, don't worry too much."

A group of guests who were put aside by Karl were not angry, and they all looked at Karl coaxing the little boy with great interest.

"If I don't tell him, he won't have any reason to blame you." Carl said seriously, "Isn't it just saying that he is dissatisfied with my results in taking care of you? That's too much of a blow to my kindness... But Bruce It seems that it can actually do this kind of thing.”

Carl was caught in the entanglement of "whether Brucey baby will be angry because Dick took a few sips of champagne at my place", and it took a while to find that Dick didn't reply.

Probably because I was too tired today, Dick had already fallen asleep in his arms.

"Shh." He raised his head and put a finger to his lips, and said in a breathy voice, "Stop making noise, he is asleep."

The guests smiled and nodded, and stopped talking. Carl easily picked Dick up, sent Dick to the room on the second floor, and put him on the bed.

He changed Dick into little pajamas, and the cleaning work will be done by intelligent robots afterwards.

After going down the stairs, Karl noticed that almost all the guests he invited had dispersed, leaving only a few people in the hall.

Tony, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, these four people are still sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for him, maybe they also cleared the scene in order to create this conversation.

"Wow—" Carl said, "what's the matter, all serious faces?"

"Fury's minions plan worked," Tony said coolly. "He called it 'The Avengers Project', which is stupid if I ask you. I might as well give myself a chance when I have the time." A should do a few more upgrades."

"Officer Fury has his own considerations," Natasha's speech has always been unclear, neither agreeing nor disapproving, "and as an agent recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D., I only need to obey the command of the officer. "

But she's not the type to just follow orders.If she could only obey orders, she would have died in the red house that transformed and trained her to look like this.

"I talked to them, and I decided to join the 'Avengers'." Steve said to Carl, "I know I can't really sit idly by... and since I woke up, the Fury gang It's been a lot of work for me, and I know he's under a lot of pressure."

"Uh, I probably know what you guys want to say." Carl nodded, and glanced at the three of them in confusion, including Bucky who was silent from beginning to end, "But why are you telling me this?"

What does the Avengers plan have to do with me?His eyes clearly asked the question.

Tony froze for a moment. As the first person who proposed to wait for Carl to come down here, he was also the first to respond.

"Hey, little prince, we made the decision at the party where you were the host anyway, and you are not an outsider without knowing it. You helped a lot about the captain. As for me, you already knew about it. My other identity..."

"And me." Natasha added softly, she observed Carl's demeanor, expression and body calmly, "You recognized me as an ordinary person the first time you saw me, right? , Mr. Al?"

"I've seen you on Steve's block more than once," Carl said, "being around both of them at the same time in a particularly sensitive time, and you're not really putting on a show, Natasha. "

"Oh." Natasha snorted from her nasal cavity, the corners of her eyes slightly raised with a smile, "Smart boy."

Tony is okay, but Steve is a little restless in the face of this atmosphere.

"You should really let Luther see what happened just now, you are really not afraid of death." Tony complained.

But since Carl said that, he knew Superman's attitude towards the "Avengers".

Not repulsive, quite friendly, but no matter how you look at it, the subtext of the other party's refusal to join is very clear.

"So what's Bucky going to do?" Carl asked a crucial question, "Is he joining that 'Avengers' too?"

This question caused a shadow to pass over Steve's sunny face, and his tone became heavy.

"No, Bucky... he can't join the Avengers. There are many people who disagree, and have doubts about his identity and his past."

"Have you thought about what he's going to do?"

"This... I want him to follow me, and I will find a chance to persuade those high-level executives who disagree with Bucky joining the Avengers, but he doesn't agree," Steve seemed a little ashamed to say, "He think……"

"I'll follow you." Bucky cut Steve off bluntly.

He finally raised his head, his eyes fixed on Carl, the muscles on his face seemed to have been petrified, without any fluctuation or trembling.

That sentence seemed to be picked out of his throat abruptly.

Natasha looked at Bucky with interest, then turned her gaze to Carl, wondering how Carl would respond.

As a world-renowned agent who once worked for Hydra, she certainly knew who Bucky really was.

James.Barnes, once a war hero during World War II, and later the Winter Soldier, a killing machine brainwashed repeatedly by Hydra.

Hydra is a cruel and cruel organization. If their ability to annihilate humanity can be put on the right path, I am afraid that the US emperor will conquer the world before World War II.

They had worked together for a long time in this cold environment, and it was easy for two people who had no past and no future to get close to each other in such a state—they even had a rather tender relationship.

But now she looked at the man she once loved deeply, looked at his tired and sad eyes, looked at his gloomy face, and the corners of his lipsticked lips curled up gracefully.

He forgot everything, she thought, knowing the truth all too clearly.

"can."

Karl agreed to Bucky's request without hesitation.

In the middle of the night, Superman finds a fishing boat that was overturned by a storm in the Pacific Ocean.

He first salvaged the fishermen who were struggling in the sea and put them in the nearest port. The surviving fishermen broke down crying and laughing. As soon as Carl put them on the ground, they knelt down and kissed the land. Superman didn't care to appease them. , Flying back to the sea again, the stubborn captain was still standing on the bow of the boat, refusing to leave his fishing boat.

"Go away, Superman!" The captain is a stocky middle-aged man, his thick beard and hair look harder and thicker than steel wire, "Every captain will die on his own boat! Even the storm can't separate us!"

"I can understand your tradition and persistence, Captain, but—"

"Shut up! You don't understand!" The captain yelled and interrupted Superman, his voice was so powerful that it almost drowned out the frantic wind, rain and thunder, "You don't understand what life and death mean! Krypton was destroyed, Superman, and what did you do?"

"You abandoned your hometown and came to the earth, thinking that you are the almighty savior!"

"You think I adore you? Bah! You're a coward, you're a coward!"

A huge lightning bolt climbed across the sky, splitting a giant tree-like crack in the thick dark clouds, and several soft rays of light—or brighter light, lit up the entire sea area through the crack.

Superman floats above the sinking fishing boat.

Under such a violent storm, when the whole sea was turbulent, weeping and trembling for the power of nature, his figure was still stable, his red cloak was fluttering, shining like the sun.

The brilliant lightning illuminated his sunlike face.

The captain was stunned.

"You..." he said tremblingly, "what are you going to do?"

-

Superman didn't say a word, just landed, lower than the fishing boat.

The captain felt flustered.

He was alone all his life, without a wife and daughter to raise, and no parents to take care of. He had long put life and death aside, and made up his mind to die with his fishing boat. His rage and roar were not so much aimed at Superman, but It is said that it is for the impermanent wind and rain and nature.

Maybe it was Superman's mighty power that made him connect the other party with the fishing boat that was about to destroy him and his storm, maybe it was the other party's silent and firm attitude that made him irritable and restless, maybe it was...

Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt an unusual level of stability that made him unsteady.

The sea is never smooth. People who have lived on land for a long time are suddenly put on a fishing boat, and they will feel dizzy, vomit and get sick because of the unsteady feet, but people who have lived on the fishing boat for a long time have long been used to this. a regular slight shaking.

They know how to keep their balance on the boat, and they can even walk like flying between boats when others are standing still.

What these people are not used to is the smoothness of the land.

For them, their feet are on solid land, without the sway they are already familiar with, without the rhythmic sense of rules and directions they are familiar with, they will be swaying like people on land stepping on a fishing boat for the first time, There is nowhere to go.

Now the experienced captain felt that he was stepping on the land, and the excessive stability made him staggered and couldn't stand upright. Fortunately, in order to resist the storm, he hugged tightly what he could. A stable object, so that it will not fall at this moment.

—but how is it possible?

He was on a boat now, how could he feel dizzy when he stepped on land in a storm?

The captain's doubts were quickly answered. The huge waves in front of the storm were as high as dozens of floors. In the face of such a huge force, this fishing boat, the power of human beings, and human beings themselves were all so insignificant ...so incompetent...

His eyes widened suddenly, and he lay dead on the side of the boat, staring dumbfoundedly at the huge wave getting higher and higher, and his own angle of view was also getting higher and higher, and finally higher and higher. Until a whole piece of constantly surging, undulating ocean gradually becomes calm.

However, this calm is not because the storm has stopped.

It's like when a person sitting on an airplane looks down, he can't see the flow of people on the ground at all, and can only vaguely recognize the long and narrow roads and tall buildings.

The position of the ship was already so high that the captain couldn't see clearly how the sea was churning and roaring under his feet.

... This fishing boat actually flew!

The captain lay on the side of the boat in a daze, looking at the bottom of the boat in a daze, as if he was in a daze.

He couldn't see Superman, but he could guess how the other party did it, probably just like he lifted the plane when he first appeared, he also lifted the ship into the sky.

The captain has never tried to view his beloved sea from this angle.

The storm is still falling, the air is humid, with a strong rainstorm-specific smell, the white foam on the sea surface is rolling, some huge fishes are also affected by the storm, desperately throwing their fish heads Out of the water... The ship flew over several small holiday islands, and the people on the islands yelled and ran desperately to follow the dilapidated fishing boat, taking pictures while running...

The sky is gradually clearing, and the ship has flown out of the storm-shrouded sea

A few minutes later, the fishing boat was placed in the harbor together with the captain.

No harm was done, but the panic-stricken crew members and some spectators surrounded them one after another.

"Superman!" A well-informed reporter has already rushed to the scene, followed by a photographer with a camera on his shoulder, desperately handing the microphone in the direction of Superman, "Do you have time for a simple interview?"

She asked without waiting for Superman to answer.

"May I ask why you rescued the fishing boat together? Where did you find the wrecked fishing boat? Did you fly back with the fishing boat all the way? Do you feel tired..."

Superman put the ship down gently, and he was surrounded by the crowd in the very center, and people stretched out their hands to him one after another, shouting excitedly and frantically.

There has been quite sufficient factual evidence to prove that Superman has a strong sensitivity to the voice calling him. The reporter knew that Superman must have heard her question, but the other party just turned his head and showed her a shallow smile.

The camera focused on him, freezing that perfect face and smile on the TV, and then Superman flew away, showing no sign of the cheers and screams behind him.

The reporter raised his head in disappointment and watched his flying away for a long time before going to interview the rescued fishermen.

"...That's him! Superman! I really thought I was going to die! Fortunately, he flew over and picked me out of the water."

This is the calmest fisherman, and he remembers the most things. It is said that he was rescued by Superman just after he fell into the water, and he was also the first person to be rescued.

Speaking of the whole process of being rescued, he still seemed very excited.

"Jesus Christ, his arm is really strong, you don't know how strong it takes to snatch someone in a water vortex! I was praying in my heart, I didn't expect Superman to come and save me, I mean, yes , we all know that Superman is a volunteer search and rescuer, but no one would think of him the first time he fell into the sea, right?"

The second person interviewed seemed very confused.

"... I was half unconscious, honestly, I was submerged in the water, I can't remember exactly what happened, I just remember waking up in the port, and my old buddies told me yes Superman saved me..."

The reporter decisively chose to interview the third person.

"I saw Superman! I touched Superman! I actually touched him, and he's hot! He's real! He's not...he's not a legend!"

The third fisherman looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. According to the principle that fishermen generally look old, his real age is probably only fifteen or sixteen or younger. Facing the camera, this young man was so excited that he almost fainted:

"His forearms and upper arms are really strong and powerful and dry...I mean, he just came out of the water and he's still so dry...oh yes, his abs are real! It's very hard! It's not the kind of soft goods trained in the gym at all! Also, his hands..."

It took a lot of effort for the reporter to snatch the microphone back from the boy who babbled about Superman.

Then she walked to the last interviewee, who she was going to focus on, the captain of the fishing boat.

He hadn't gotten used to being stable on the ground, and he felt weak all over. They had to let him sit on a chair and brought him a cup of very hot cocoa. All the losses they suffered this time.

"...The damage to the hull is not serious... You can go to sea again after some repairs. Your old buddy will be fine, captain..."

The reporter vaguely heard such a passage, and she walked over with a smile, the fishermen stepped aside knowingly, and the captain raised his head and looked at her.

It was a weather-beaten face. The tanned skin was roughened by the sea air. The thick brown hair was mixed with many white strands. Long-term hard work made this middle-aged man in his prime People look 20 years older than their actual age.

But his eyes are very sharp, so sharp that the reporter doubts that he can search for fish schools on the bottom of the sea without the help of modern equipment.

For the reporter's interview, the captain who had just narrowly escaped death was very cooperative.

But it was too cooperative and calm, so that the gratitude and thanks to Superman in his mouth sounded not at all from the heart, but just a cliché that had to be said.

Maybe the captain has experienced too much, the reporter guessed so, she asked the other party many questions seriously, including the signs before the storm, including their efforts and struggles when the storm came.

Of course, the focus is still on Superman who falls from the sky at the last minute to help them escape from the Dead Sea.

At the end of the interview, the reporter put away the microphone and moved the camera away. After the reporter politely thanked the captain for his cooperation and said that he would not disturb their rest time, the captain coughed.

He looked at the reporter, and the feeling of being locked on by the sharp eyes made the reporter feel a little trembling, but the good upbringing made her stand where she was, waiting for the captain's next words.

After a lot of treatment and hassle, a ray of sunshine appeared on the seashore earlier than in the urban area.

This ray of light shone in the captain's eyes, as if illuminating a stubborn island.

"I know you reporters are paying attention to Superman," said the captain. "I don't know much about him. I only read a few reports about him, and only one report."

The reporter showed a knowing smile: "You mean Miss Lane's exclusive interview with him? Most people actually start to understand Superman from that report. It's nothing. Captain, Superman is very close to our lives, but he is far We are also far away, many people have been helped by him, but more people even suspect that he does not exist at all."

The captain nodded silently, took another sip of the cigarette—it was brought to him by the teenage boy—and exhaled a straight line of smoke, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"Since you all know him, let me ask you," he said, "has anyone ever seen Superman cry?"

"What are you talking about, Captain." The reporter laughed in amazement. "How could Superman cry? That's Superman."

The captain shook off the cigarette ash in his hand and nodded.

"I see," he said. "Thanks."