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

"No one is perfect, not even Superman who is called perfect."

Lex just never takes it seriously.

Because it carries his fragility, his turmoil, his rage and his filthiness, his gnashing of jealousy and tossing desire.

When the red cloak flew past his window, God knows how hard it took him to keep himself from staring - of course the end result was that he couldn't control himself, he couldn't help but look -

Doomsday was still unable to fully realize what happened when it was lifted off. It got up from the ground, holding its head in confusion, and Superman walked towards it steadily, like a dwarf walking towards a mountain.

"You shouldn't understand what I'm going to say next, because your IQ is not high enough to understand what I'm going to say." Superman said, "You have no mind and no logic in your actions. You are just a pure weapon of war, given The order to kill all enemies is so stupid that you can't tell friend from foe at all, so that you will kill the enemy and your companions."

Doomsday gasped, looking down at Superman.

It looks like a spanked puppy at this point, but that impression comes from body language rather than expression or eyes.

"What am I supposed to tell you?" Superman said. "This time I should say some classic cliche, you know, 'what Superman would say,' about justice and truth and the American way."

The uniform on his upper body has been torn, and the blood-stained skin is exposed under the torn cloth. This image is completely different from his past.

In the past, he was so powerful that he was formidable, but the scars at this moment made him resemble a human being.

No one knew he was talking, because at this moment every camera captured his back; everyone was looking at him, but no one could see him.

How fitting it was with his usual situation.

"But I found that I had nothing to say, and for some reason I expected everything that was going to happen."

"It bothers me a lot of times. Because when everything can happen, it's also possible that everything can't happen."

"This paradox never bores me."

Superman finally stopped in front of Doomsday, staring at the enemy, and to outsiders who didn't know what was going on, this stillness was like Superman was hesitating to give up the attack again and trying to persuade the enemy, and was being pitied again controlled by emotions.

"I guess no other Superman has ever had to be haunted for as long as I have."

"Who am I? Where did I come from? Why did I become me?"

"I used to get answers to questions simply and then gradually learn to ask them again over the course of a few years."

"This feeling stays with me to this day: I was taught, seduced, made into me, I was engraved with a certain symbol from birth, the symbol of 'Superman' - just like you When it was created countless years ago, the command to 'kill the enemy' was written in the genes."

"It's just that you were asked to kill, and I was asked to save."

"And now, standing before you, I am sure that at least one of us must die—temporarily or forever—between us."

"...I'm sorry," he said.

"Strangely enough, I'm not apologizing for anything. I'm not apologizing for myself. I don't know why I... say that, but..."

He exhaled lightly, and then lightly met the blow that Doomsday had charged for a long time.

"I'm sorry," he said.

The scene was reversed, and the person who was pressed and beaten changed from Superman to Doomsday. Every attack of Superman was so fast and powerful. In contrast, every counterattack and dodge of Doomsday was so weak and powerless.

Every time Superman flies and Doomsday falls, there will be a burst of cheers on the earth, and the people will frantically call the title of Superman, even those who were cursing and slandering him a day ago.

Green Lantern no longer pays attention to the battlefield, but pays more attention to the people in need of help, and Diana does the same, only occasionally looking up to see where Superman is.

An inexplicable conviction impelled her to do so.

Maybe it's just her wishful thinking.

Lex had stopped watching Superman's battlegrounds, there was no need to.

"Superman," he wrote, gloomily, "is not perfect. But out of imperfection comes such perfection."

He closed his notebook and sat behind his desk, brooding over questions that no one but himself would ever understand.

He still has one last drawer left open.That was something even he wasn't sure about.

Now, only time can give him the answer.

Asgard.

A weary Thor lay in a mess of ruins.

He was scarred and wounded, both mentally and physically, the loss of Mjolnir or an eye did not know which hit him harder.

The surviving Asgardians all hid. They hid themselves very carefully. It was impossible to find that Thor had killed Hela in a short time. Therefore, Thor believed that he had enough time for mourning and pain. , remorse, and determination, the only thing he didn't know how to deal with was that Asgard was almost completely destroyed in the battle between him and Hela.

The majestic palaces, grand buildings, prosperous dwellings and those exquisite grasslands have all disappeared, leaving only devastation.

"Wow, I've never seen such a wonderful battle before, whether it's your tricks or your identities, it's eye-opening." Rocket ran over on all fours, and finally stopped by Thor's head , "Are you okay? What do you want me to do? I'm not very good at first aid, but I guess even my three-legged kung fu is more effective than your style of not treating wounds at all."

"Thank you, Rocket," Thor whispered, "but I'm fine, and my injury--is fine."

"Whatever you want." Rocket shrugged nonchalantly, "It's fine to only have one eye, but after wearing a blindfold, you look like a pirate. I don't know what a pirate is, but according to Peter, it's a very handsome profession. Although Peter is very It’s unreliable, but I have to admit that his aesthetics are not bad, which can be regarded as his rare advantage.”

Thor said nothing.

After being quiet for a few seconds, Rocket gave up his efforts to comfort the other party, and threw the small box in his hand to Thor in despair: "Here you are."

The exhausted Thor lazily raised his hand and caught the small box.

"what is this?"

"I don't know. Superman gave it to you to help you rebuild Asgard. He can be so uncomfortable sometimes, you know, 'I'm so powerful, I know something', blah blah. That kind of natural Superiority. Even if he never shows it himself."

"As one of the people who are born with a sense of superiority like him, I guess I can't feel what you feel." Thor said, sitting up with some difficulty, and opened the small box.

Red light illuminated his startled face.

"It's...the Reality Stone (Ether Particle)," he said. "Why would Superman have this? No, why would he give me this? Like something he knew would happen."

"It's weird that he knows what's going to happen?" Rocket interjected absently.

"No, no!" Thor spoke faster, "he doesn't know what will happen, at least he is not sure what will happen, if he confirms a conspiracy, he will never let it happen! He must be vague I feel something, but I'm not sure, and I can't get out to investigate, so I use such a 'just in case' method to help me..."

He fell into deep thought.

"Loki." Thor woke up suddenly, almost panicked, "Where is Loki?"

New York City, Stark Tower.

In the transparent prison, Loki stood by the wall, tilted his head, admiring the live broadcast of "Superman vs. Unknown Monster" not far away, with a weird smile on his lips.

After Tony yawned, he raised his neck and poured half a bottle of beer into his mouth. His eyes were on the live broadcast, but he seemed to know what expression Loki was making at the moment.

"Your plot failed, but you don't seem to be affected at all," Tony said. "Are you naturally optimistic, or do you have no idea what's going on?"

"Why can't you think the other way?" Loki's laugh arc widened. "No one laughs when a plan completely fails, so if I'm laughing, maybe it's not because of the so-called optimism or stupidity, but I haven't failed at all."

His partner didn't fail, which probably means he didn't fail.

In the live video, Superman has been fighting the tall monster for more than five hours. The trapped people have been safely transferred, and the wounded have been properly placed. However, whether it is Superman or a monster, it seems that they can continue to do this Hit it for days.

Everyone is waiting for the endgame.

The monster fell first, some rejoicing and others sighing, but almost at the same time that the monster fell, so did Superman.

Diana was the first person on the scene to notice that something was wrong with Superman, and she rushed to him without hesitation, and just in time to help Superman up.

"I'm okay...I'm okay, Sister Dai." He murmured, "I'm just a little tired."

"You're tired," Diana whispered in his ear. "It's time to rest, dear. You've done too much."

"No. I can't rest," said Superman. "I don't have time to rest."

He struggled to stand up straight from Wonder Woman's support, and after staring at Doomsday on the ground for a moment, he raised his hand and grabbed a strange, searchlight-like tool from midair.

"What's this?" Diana asked.

"The opening device of Krypton's highest prison Phantom Zone." Superman replied, "It is a space completely independent of the universe, and the internal time is completely static. It can only be opened from the outside, not from the inside."

He waved Diana lightly to back off, and activated the Phantom Zone transmitter.

In the next second, he disappeared in place.

He shows up in Lex's lab.

The red sun shone on him, and the air was mixed with kryptonite powder. The feeling of weakness that struck at that moment made Superman, who was already exhausted, stagger.

A hand gently embraced him, holding him in his arms.

"...Luthor," whispered Superman, "I should have thought, you wouldn't make it too easy. You modified the Phantom Zone transmitter?"

He didn't get an answer, because when he asked this question, a thin scalpel had passed through the gap in the ribs and pierced his heart with precision.

"You've figured it out, Superman, you're just too busy saving people and worrying too much about your fellows to study the trophies you've captured."

After a pause of several seconds, slowly and skillfully, Lex spun the handle of the knife.

Superman held tightly - or lightly - the hand that was killing him.

Blood spilled from his chest, and Lex pulled out the knife smoothly. After the scalpel-shaped knife was completely taken out, there was only a light red mark, which was even less attractive than the other scars on Superman's upper body Attention.

Lex stared at Superman, calmly took off his blood-stained white gloves and threw them aside*1.

This action made Superman laugh, and the blood froth slid down the corner of his lips, so Superman hurriedly stopped smiling as if he just knew he was seriously injured and dying, then he leaned forward and kissed Lex's lips *2.

(*see note)

The author has something to say: *1: It implies that Pilate washed his hands to absolve himself of sin.

——2: It implies that Jesus kissed Judas.