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

Rao was gone long ago, Mercy guessed.

The door had been closed when he left the room, but Moxi just sat behind the desk blankly, turning a deaf ear to the various prompts from the notebook.

She should be the closest outsider to the truth in the world.

Maybe she's also the only outsider who knows the whole thing inside out.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt confused and unfamiliar with the definition of "outsider", because she was not sure whether she was an outsider or not.

God knows how ingrained she was before this that no one can blend in and interfere in the matter between the boss and Superman. They always give her such a feeling, as if they didn't expect anyone to be in their room. Occupying even the tiniest bit of a confrontation, she backs away from their mood, not realizing that it's not something she can just "do her job" to avoid.

She thought of the cold expression of the boss and the occasional soliloquy, or the unreasonable anger or smile looking at an open space around her, and the calm corners of the lips and clear eyes of Superman.

Then suddenly, she thought of Carl.

She once thought that the only person who was comparable to Superman in the heart of the boss would always give her a sweet and slightly apologetic smile when she was ignored by the boss.

But now that Superman is dead and Carl is missing, what she's ever suspected has come to light in the most horrific and desperate way...she'd rather not know.

That way she can wait for an impossible miracle like everyone who believes that Superman isn't dead.

Night in Gotham came earlier than Lex had imagined.

He and Bruce didn't actually talk for too long, after all, as long as they are in the same space with each other, it's time to torture each other.

After an unappetizing dinner, Lex found an excuse casually and left Wayne Manor amid Bruce's insincere persuasion.

"...Why didn't you let Mercy see you off?" Superman sat beside Lex, resting his head on Lex's shoulder comfortably, "You know I like her."

"You like everybody," Lex said.

"Oh," said Superman enthusiastically, "don't worry the driver thinks you're out of your mind?"

The truth is that Lex has never worried about this kind of thing-he maintains a decent external image, but he doesn't think there is any problem with revealing part of his true personality to one or two drivers, subordinates, or partners, and has always ignored it before. Superman, just don't want to pay attention to him.

"I hope you can keep quiet on the road ahead," Lex said.

"That's not what you really think, because I'm still here." Superman replied.

Damn.He is right.Lex cursed the other party in his heart, but at the same time he knew very clearly that cursing the other party was cursing himself.

And he longed so much to see Superman that it made him sit still, staring stiffly ahead.

Time passed silently. The driver stopped the car and opened the door for Lex. From the beginning to the end, he bowed his head respectfully, not making any comments on Lex's abnormal and weird behavior.

"Living in Gotham? Well... I don't know how to evaluate this behavior." In Lex's imaginary, Superman still leaned against him as if he had no bones, "You want to meet the dark knight in this city? Knowing him, if you didn't come to see him yourself, he might still look for you; but if you came, then he might not necessarily go to this date."

"It's not 'dating.'"

"Whatever you say, love." Superman replied, "What does it matter to me?"

Lex squeezed his fingers tightly.

He was staring at the elevator door, and Superman leaned against it, arms folded, head tilted and staring into his eyes.The elevator was still going up, and he tried his best to keep his eyes from drifting to the LCD screen showing the floor without restlessness. He knew that no matter how he shifted his eyes, he couldn't avoid Superman.

Superman was in his eyes, or Superman in his head... Finally, when things were at their worst and most irreparable, Lex finally realized what a ridiculous mistake he had made .

He can kill Superman, no problem.

But killing Superman would only make him worse because obviously he couldn't and wouldn't kill himself, and if he didn't kill himself, what's the point of killing Superman?

In his memory, Superman came back from the dead.

"No, it's not the same thing, love." However very gentle, Superman softly denied Lex's thoughts.

"I said I love you, and that will always be true."

"But now, death has separated us."

The elevator door opened behind him, and his looming figure quietly disappeared behind the door.

Lex chased after him without thinking.

metropolis.

Luo hummed a ditty and knocked on Alexander's office, but the door didn't open. She pried open the door lock with a little magic and excitedly showed Alexander the diamond necklace in her hand:

"You think I should..."

"The one on the right." Alexander didn't look up.

New York City.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Pep rushed into the door aggressively:

"Tony Stark! No matter what you are doing now, come out to me immediately!"

She had to stop at the door, because the ground was covered with weird parts and all kinds of dismantled battle armor. If it wasn't for those distinctive golden-red paints that awakened Pep's memory, she would It is likely that those flakes or chunks of metal are discarded parts.

Although now they may really be scrap parts.

"Sorry, Pep." Jarvis's voice was full of apology, "I have persuaded Mr., but I guess this time he was hit too hard—" He stopped his voice lightly, Pep I can almost imagine the expression of a young man who hesitated to speak after saying this sentence.

"Thank you, Jarvis. I know you've tried your best, but you can't control him." Pep sighed. The tiredness of struggling to support the company these days and dealing with reporters and people from the military department suddenly came to his mind. She frowned, and the delicate makeup couldn't cover the fine lines around her eyes.

The Stark men seemed to have an innate emotional dysfunction, she thought, devoted to being sloppy or dismissive at all times.

They lock themselves up where no one can find them, and keep all other expressions hidden.

"Tony!" She was trapped at the door, and she had to shout again.

The little clumsy hand wobbled over from a distance, scanned Pep from side to side, and then began to clumsily clean up the debris that blocked Pep outside.

After a second call and still no response, Pep decided to fend for himself.

She bent down and quickly cleaned up the hand-drawn drawings that almost buried her instep, and finally she started to move the slightly larger metal fragments, and the little clumsy hand took all the large pieces of waste—— Or just important parts that looked like scraps because it put them down visibly lightly—and 10 minutes later, a path that could fit one person appeared in front of Pep.

"Thank you, little clumsy, for being so helpful."

The simple physical labor calmed Pep's mood a lot, and seriously, was this the first day she met Tony, and the first time she was burnt out because of Tony's waywardness?She thanked the little bumbler calmly, and then took long strides to Tony's bedroom.

No one was in the bedroom.

Pep finally found Tony on the workbench: greasy hair, black eyes, dark fingers, sloppy overalls, like a laborer who has been up for 72 hours in a row.

Beside him were two imposing hills, one of dismantled parts and one of empty beer cans - both of which Pep knew too well to even pull himself together at the moment angry.

"Tony." She tried to sound calm. "We both know this is not the way to go."

Tony said nothing.

"Look, Tony, from the first day you're Iron Man, you've got to know that this is going to happen sooner or later," Pep said. , facing supervillains, alien invaders and fabled gods every day, you know sooner or later someone will be the first..."

She choked up a bit at this point, because yes, when most people never imagined the death of a superhero, someone would, like Tony; and even those people might not have thought of the first The dead heroes are Superman, especially Tony.

He needs comfort and even more companionship.

Pep didn't know anyone other than Carl who could take on the responsibility.

but……

"I have made the latest upgrade to the armor, and added some new functions to assist Jarvis. If there is any inexplicable Zirita alien invasion next time, I will show them how powerful the earthlings are." Tony wiped his face until it turned black, "Last time when I went to Xavier College, I finalized some things about the Winter Soldier with Professor X by the way, I made some small changes on his arm, Soon he will join the Avengers with a new codename and identity, plus..."

"Tony, we both know there's no use running away."

"I'm not running away, Pep, I'm not running away. I just don't want to hear you say anything about him," Tony raised his voice. "Why the hell does everyone think I can't take it?"

"..."

Pep stared at him in silence, with such sadness in his eyes.

"Because he's your best friend. Because he likes you and you like him," she said. "Because you're the type of person who never listens to what other people have to say, but you always enjoy talking to him."

"I don't know, Tony, I don't know why he means so much to you. Maybe it's because no one else, your father, your mother, me or anyone who doesn't know you well, no matter what we think of you, in In his eyes, you are a hero. Maybe because he sees you in the same way, so you can't ignore his expectations at all."

"Shut up," Tony said.

"...I received something. It's from Carl." Pep opened the small bag he was carrying, and took out a small envelope from it. "It was just delivered in the morning. I called and asked, and it is said that Carl is depositing the letter." There is no date for delivery and the letter has been in the mailbox for over three years until they received Carl's mail yesterday."

"I hope it makes you feel better. No matter what happens, Tony, life goes on."

She gently placed the envelope in Tony's hand, took a step back, and left without hesitation.

After the sound of her footsteps had completely disappeared, Tony slowly opened the envelope.

There is only a piece of pure wood-colored cardboard inside, and the rough edges look like they have been torn off by hand.

Tony opened the card that had been folded into two pages.

"Although I have never belonged to this world, I admit that I am a little bit reluctant to leave at this time."

"Of course, people say that we were once part of the stars."

"So maybe I'm not leaving, maybe I'm just going home.*"

Tony snapped the jam shut.

"Shit." He gritted his teeth and said, not knowing which sentence he was referring to on the card, "shit."

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