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

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Carl realized that his attitude was really bad.

The tense situation made his emotions highly tense, but since the last time his friends around him saw that he was in a bad mood, Karl has been paying attention to this aspect, relying on his superb emotional control, he also concealed himself well done.

But this time it was probably because Mycroft had a special place in his heart. As the only one of his who played politics seriously, he played it quite handily. friends, Carl has to admit that his attitude towards McCaw is completely different from his attitude towards his other friends.

Can my family still not know about their own affairs?

No matter how grateful their fans are for their exploits, no matter how much praise is used when they are judged by the outside world, superheroes have never been a "sane" choice.

No one in this world will become a superhero because of reason. Most of those people who try to change the world become businessmen, philanthropists or politicians.

They choose the hardest path, the path of changing the world by changing themselves—success is rare, and far less enjoyable than being a superhero.

Even superheroes are never happy.

Mycroft on the other end of the phone did not speak for a long time. Carl was not sure if the other party was annoyed, and he quickly apologized after realizing that his attitude was too rough:

"I'm sorry, my mood may not be right lately."

Connor, who had been concentrating on playing with his toys, looked up at him because of his suddenly rough tone. Carl felt a little guilty for the little boy's pure blue eyes.

He gave Connor a slight nod, shook his head again, and motioned Connor to continue doing his own thing.

When Carl opened the door and walked out, Mycroft's voice sounded slowly: "Your mood swings are bigger than I imagined, I think I have to make a new assessment of your influence on both parties Measurement."

"It's up to you, can I still stop you from doing this? I have long been used to your way." Carl curled his lips, "Seriously, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I'm sorry, this has completely exceeded my imagination, and my best suggestion is that you forcefully stop Luther's next move immediately, no matter what he has planned for a long time—"

"Speaking this kind of words from your mouth is as if you have admitted with your own mouth that 'I didn't get anything from him'." Carl said in surprise, "Is the person talking to me now still the Holmes I know? ?”

"Don't be so surprised. I really don't know what his plan is. In terms of IQ, I may be on par with him, but the fields we are good at are fundamentally different. I am best at reasoning, and he is undoubtedly He is a top scientist. The hardware gap has created a vacuum of intelligence. Most of his experiments are blank files here. The only thing I can be sure of is that he has indeed done a considerable amount of work on a certain thing, or a few things. detailed planning."

"Anyway, thank you for taking the time to chat with me." Carl smiled softly, "Don't be shy, dear McCaw, I know you are worried about me too, but you are not used to speaking directly. If Xia Locke has a third of my empathy, why are you bothering to this point?"

"Thank you for your clumsy efforts to promote our brotherhood." Mycroft said calmly, "I don't need you to worry about the way I get along with my younger brother."

"Goodbye." Carl replied.

"Goodbye," said Mycroft. "I don't think you're eternally victorious, but from what I know of you, you can't lose."

Carl hung up the phone, pondered for a few seconds in the cornfield, then shrugged and walked back to the villa.

"Hey baby, stop playing," he squatted down, tilting his head to look at Connor's face that was [-]% similar to his own, "Daddy will take you to meet someone."

"Alexander?" Connor asked. "You don't have a blood brother? I've always been interested in him, and I guess Papa is too."

"Curiosity is usually the first step in establishing a good relationship. I already have very good expectations for the meeting between you..."

Although Carl likes to make troubles, he also has a sense of proportion in doing things. Things like having a son between him and Lex are not within the category of being able to make troubles. After all, this technology is really amazing.

It is no exaggeration to say that the biological theory hidden in it is enough for Lex to win the Nobel Prize.

Coupled with the visible resemblance to Superman on Connor's face, the little boy is obviously not suitable to appear in front of people.

Fortunately, Connor has no complaints about staying in the small country house after the laboratory. Of course, the super vision and super hearing this kid inherited is probably the biggest reason why he has no complaints. With such abilities, even Staying in the same place all the time can also keep abreast of what is happening on the entire planet.

Connor's power is not as strong as Karl's, but little Connor can at least know what's going on in half of the US Empire with himself at the center.

In order not to expose Connor's existence, but also to prevent the melon-eaters and those forces who are always paying attention to Superman from noticing Connor's existence, Carl chose to call the driver Andrew to pick him up at the villa after careful consideration.

When he saw Connor, even Andrew, who was so serious that he barely had a conversation with Carl, opened his eyes wide unconsciously, and was dazed for a moment in the driver's seat.

"My son, isn't he cute?" Carl chuckled. "By the way, there are no erotic stories here, let alone women. His other father is Lex. The great genetic engineering made Connor born gone."

"...Hello, Young Master Connor." It took Andrew a long time to hold back such a sentence.

While driving, he was not distracted by looking at Connor who was held in Carl's arms through the rearview mirror. Carl was satisfied with his professionalism and loyalty, but at the same time wondered if Andrew was suppressing himself too much.

"How long have you been working for me, Andrew?" he asked.

"More than four years, Mr. Al."

"I don't think I've heard of you taking a vacation."

"The nature of my work determines this, Mr. Al, but there are not many demands on me, so I am on vacation when you don't order me."

"That's different. Being on call at all times is not considered a vacation," Carl thought for a while, "I'll talk to Wanda and ask her to grant you three months of paid leave. Don't refuse, you deserve it." of."

Andrew obeyed silently, while Carl was thinking about how to arrange a future for Andrew all the way... After the vacation, Andrew didn't need to continue to be his driver and bodyguard.

Let Wanda handle it.It's not something he's good at.

The car with the special license plate drove into the Ayer Building without hindrance, the elevator dedicated to the president was big enough to accommodate a bus, and Andrew finally parked the car in the parking lot under Carl's office (this part of the design is related to Stark's) The building is almost the same), Carl got out of the car with Connor in his arms, and walked into his office.

This is where he belongs, in theory.

However, the reality is that Carl is very unfamiliar with this place, and the familiarity this place gives him is not even as familiar as that given to him by the huge planet-shaped decoration above the headquarters of the Sunday Daily, let alone the familiarity that Lex's office gave him. Familiarity.

"Your office is very new, daddy." Connor saw it effortlessly, "Have you really worked here before?"

"He didn't." Alexander answered the question instead of Carl. "This entire floor is just a decoration for displaying power, and has no practical use."

Connor was lying in Carl's arms. Hearing this voice, he turned his upper body curiously and looked at Alexander.

What caught his eyes was a perfect face from the aesthetic point of view of the American Emperor, from the thick blond hair neatly combed back with pomade, to the elegant browbones, high nose bridge, and From his pair of azure eyes, which are standard enough to be used as textbook material, every detail reveals industrial refinement.

Alexander stood there, giving people the feeling that he was seeing the character modeling in the game in reality.

Perfect, and it is perfect that will not cause people's physical discomfort.

But Connor winced into Carl's arms.

He nervously squeezed his fist against Karl's neck, pressed his small, soft face against Karl's chin, and watched Alexander's expression as if he saw some prehistoric monster.

"Connor?" Carl couldn't see Connor's expression, but he was sensitive to Connor's emotions.

"You are a little afraid of me." Alexander looked at Connor, showing a shallow smile, "It's nothing, I guess I'm not very popular with children, and Carl didn't like me when he was a child."

"Really?" Carl was astonished. Even Connor was attracted by this topic, and looked at Alexander intently.

"It was like this when you were half a year old to your early one year old. I guess you still had some impressions of your parents at that time, so you hated me and always longed for a hug from your real parents." Alexander explained to Carl, " But you got better after the age of three, probably you forgot about them."

Carl has no intention of dwelling on this.

He put his hands under Connor's armpit and lifted the little boy above his head:

"Look at him! My son!"

Alexander took Connor from Carl.

"I'll take good care of him," he promised, "just like I'll take care of you."

"I believe in you, but before that, I still have to take him to meet a friend." Carl said, "The most unmissable friend."

Asgard, inside the palace.

Odin slowly stood up from the ground, the knuckles of his fingers turned white from holding the scepter so hard.

Full of apprehension, he stared at the woman who was sitting on the throne that belonged to him at the moment.

Hela, the eldest daughter imprisoned deep in the prison by him.

"I don't think you would have thought that I would have a chance to see the sun again, Father, you probably thought my future would be spent in that dark place." Hela sneered and raised her hand towards Odin, "But I don't will make the same mistake as you—”