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

"I think you are too confident." Mercy didn't say conceited because of the good atmosphere just now. "He doesn't necessarily want the 'new life' you gave him."

"Oh," said Lex coolly, "you don't know him well enough, Mercy dear."

"...Of course, boss, I don't know him as well as you do."

Connor, who said he didn't want to play with Dick in disgust, took his new partner to play wildly in the forest until the sun almost touched the horizon before embarking on the return journey.

"Are we going back now?" Dick slowly fell behind Connor, staring longingly at a squirrel crouching on a tree branch and eating melon seeds. "It's only eight o'clock."

Connor didn't say a word, he just glanced at the little squirrel, and then Dick landed on the branch holding Dick's back tie.

"Wow!" Dick stood still after being surprised for a moment.

He found that the squirrel was still sitting where it was eating melon seeds, showing no signs of fleeing, but he had obviously spotted them, as evidenced by the turning of its little head and staring at their black eyes.

"He doesn't seem to be afraid of people," said Dick, tentatively walking towards the little squirrel.

Connor corrected: "It's not that I'm not afraid of people, it's that I'm not afraid of me."

As soon as Dick took a step, the squirrel stuffed the melon seeds back into its mouth, straightened its body, and stretched its big fluffy tail vigorously behind it.

"Okay, okay, I won't come." Dick froze, raised his hands, and carefully observed the squirrel's reaction.

The squirrel twitched its nose and watched Dick's reaction carefully.

This similar scene made the only audience laugh. Connor easily suspended in mid-air and floated towards the little squirrel, then took out a small bag of pistachios from his pocket, tore open one, and put one in front of the little squirrel , Grab another one and put it in front of the one just now.

He dropped seven or eight pistachios in succession, until at last he dumped the whole bag of pistachios at Dick's feet.

"Sit." Connor said cheerfully, "Let's eat together."

"What? Isn't this for him?" Dick nodded the squirrel with his head.

The little guy had already followed Pistachio, and the rest of Pistachio was getting closer and closer to Dick. He was hesitating whether to approach this strange big man, but when Dick looked over, he stopped abruptly.

"One part is his, and the other part is ours." Connor replied, "And just waiting like this does not know how long he will hesitate. We eat a few, and he will be anxious."

"You're so cunning." Dick understood, he squatted down slowly, supported the branch behind his body with both hands, slowly put his butt on the branch, hung his legs down, and stretched out a Hands to grab pistachios.

Connor floated cross-legged beside him.

Pistachios are open, even humans who are not good at opening nuts can eat them quickly.

Connor said to Dick while eating: "Only man-made garbage needs to be taken away, such as fruit shells and peels, just throw them away."

Dick turned his pockets over, and the nutshells rustled down, burying a lizard.

They quickly ate the pistachios down to handfuls.

The squirrel finally panicked and ran over on all fours, not forgetting to stuff Connor's nuts into his mouth as he ran. He rushed to Dick, jumped on his lap, and frantically fought with their hands. scramble up.

"Ow!" Dick howled, more surprised than pain, "His claws are too sharp!"

"I'm sorry, wild animals are like this, no one helps to trim their nails."

"What's his name?" Dick tried to stroke the squirrel's fur, but the busy squirrel graciously ignored him.

"I do not know."

"Didn't you name him?"

"Why should I name him? He's not my pet. And I can recognize the difference between different squirrels, I know who they are." Connor thought for a while, "Daddy didn't name them either. All squirrels are called 'Furrytail.' All cats are called 'kitten.' All snakes are called 'snake' or 'hiss.'"

"It's kind of hard to imagine," admits Dick. "If it were me, I'd name every little animal I knew."

"I don't need to distinguish them by name."

"No, not just identification," Dick explained, "Once you've given them a name, you've got a connection to them. It's going to be a great feeling, especially after they learn their name and know a certain sound." After calling them."

Connor looked at the squirrel in Dick's hand, the little guy's cheeks were propped up with pistachios stuffed into his mouth, looking kind of cute and funny.

"Maybe you've got a point," he said, "but I like the way I'm with them better. It's getting dark, Dick, and we should go."

They returned along the way they came, and the animals they encountered were all changed. Strangely, the flowers and plants they encountered seemed to have changed as well.

"At different times, they have different states." Connor said, "Some plants will turn their leaves when the sun is more abundant, and some will do different camouflage in order to stagger the activities of natural enemies. The traces also change the shape of the plant."

Dick was in awe: "You know so much."

"It's where I live and of course I get to know them."

"I'll be your guide when you come to Gotham."

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Connor obviously accelerated his speed. Relying on the training he received in the acrobatic troupe and Batman, Dick kept up with him tenaciously.

"W-why so fast?" He ran out of breath, barely keeping up with Connor's footsteps, "It may be a little late, but we, we are safe."

"It's getting dark," Connor replied, "Daddy wants to see me before dark!"

What?Is this some kind of manly agreement between father and son?It's similar to "What time must I go home", except that for the Kryptonians, the specific time is changed to "before dark"?

Thinking so in his heart, Dick really didn't have the energy to say it.

The physical energy consumed by running on a place that is not flat at all and full of thorns and grass vines is completely different from the physical energy consumed by running on flat ground. When Connor took him to the destination, Dick was already exhausted. Collapsing to the ground.

But there was a person in front of him who was paralyzed earlier than him.

Certainly not Connor.

It's Carl.

He just slept in a clearing cut out of a cornfield, on a dry corn stalk, with his arm resting on his pillow, and the afterglow of the setting sun smeared an infinitely brilliant silhouette of him.

Connor ran over with a grunt.

"Daddy," he said, crouching next to Carl.

"You come back early," Carl said lazily. "I heard you always come home after dark, Xiaokang."

"That's right." Connor pulled Karl's hand, "You're not here, you can go back anytime."

Carl smiled and opened his eyes, standing up without forgetting to hug Connor, "Dick—oh, he fell asleep."

A little boy was in his arms, and another little boy was lying on the ground, fast asleep.

Carl looked at Dick for a while, and before he could think about what to do, Connor voluntarily climbed onto his shoulders.

Carl hugged Dick horizontally.

Once the edge of the sun touches the boundary line, the speed of setting will suddenly accelerate, and after a while, there will be only a faint whitish red light left on the horizon.

After walking into the room with the two cubs in his arms, Carl raised his head and glanced out the window.

"Daddy?" Connor called out to him.

The little hands holding him tightened tightly.

"It's nothing." Carl looked away. "Dick slept so soundly. It seems that he is going to miss dinner today."

"He's not important."

"Don't be so mean, little one," Carl said with a smile. "I know you don't mean it."

"We ate, and I made him grilled fish and salad," Connor said. "He—I called him omelets, but he made egg soup."

Carl carried Dick upstairs, took off his shoes, socks and coat, put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and kissed his forehead.

"I thought I'd have a chance to tell him a bedtime story," Carl said regretfully. "I don't know if Bruce did. I told him kids need these."

"And you, Xiaokang," Carl said, "what are we going to do next? Huh? Want to play games online?"

"It's time to go to bed now," Connor replied impatiently.

"Okay." Carl started laughing again. He went to Connor's room, put Connor on the bed, and went to the study to choose a bedtime story.

His fingers rest on his favorite fairy tale.

At this moment, he noticed the book next to the fairy tale.

【Ancient myth】.

The font on the books is Kryptonian.

When was this book put here?Why did he seem to have never seen the book?But after careful recollection, he had some impressions of this book again. He must have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember clearly.

Carl changed his mind, and his fingers left his favorite fairy tale and took down this one—it should be a Kryptonian myth or legend or something.

He returned to Connor's room with the book, and he was already lying on his bed, waiting for Carl to come by the door. When he saw Carl, he happily lifted the quilt and sat inside .

"Come up, come up," he urged, "we're together."

Carl sat down on the bed reluctantly, and the warm quilt was stuck together with Connor.

"[Old Myths]...I've never seen the book," Connor said.

"Just right, we can read together." Carl said lightly, he turned the first page, "[Rao]. He is the main god of the Kryptonian pantheon, Xiaokang, and he is also the sun god."

Stories that Carl himself didn't know he did know blurted out:

"It is said that he descended from the sky when the ancestors of Krypton were struggling to open up wasteland, and helped people drive away beasts and natural disasters, and has been active in the crowd for thousands of years. There are countless legends about him saving Krypton, and there are even two in the most rigorous official historical records There are also records. Until Krypton developed into modern society, anecdotes about him still appeared from time to time.”

"Maybe he is real?" Connor suggested, "Just like you, a well-meaning alien, just not as arrogant as you."

"Impossible." Carl shook his head, "If he is real, why is Krypton still destroyed?"

"Maybe he can't." Connor guessed wildly, "Maybe he can but doesn't want to."

"Okay, Xiaokang, this is just a story."

"...But it's true, it's a bit strange." Carl thought for a while, "He is the only god with a detailed description of his appearance. Let me see," Carl turned a few pages back and found the illustration, "He looks like... ..." Carl was lost in thought.

"He looks like Captain America." Connor pointed his head to look at the page, "It's just a bit like Captain America, but he looks very similar to the actor who played Captain America."

This illustration is too realistic. For a moment, Karl doubts that "Rao" is a real god that exists on Krypton.

But in the next moment, he dispelled this suspicion. If Rao is real, there is no reason why he should not save Krypton.

"Luke Lee." Carl still remembered the young man's name, and he sighed, "He passed away after the filming."

He summed up the disappointment in his heart as sorrow for this, turned the pages of the book, and read softly for Connor.