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

"Are you sure?" Diana asked.

The long hair fluttered in front of her forehead, which couldn't stop the worry and bravery in her eyes.

Carl raised his hand and gently brushed her long hair.

"I'm not sure, but who can be sure?" he said.

……

"Are you ready?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know," Carl replied meaningfully, "but I guess there's never time to prepare for this job."

……

"Maybe you can rest for a while." Tony turned the chair, not sure if he wanted to avoid Cal's eyes or his own head.

"When I need to rest, I will rest. When I feel that I have enough rest, there is no reason for me to continue to escape." Carl shrugged.

"It's annoying how difficult it is for you to convince."

"Huh," Carl laughed, "people say that friends have something in common, and I think that's what we all have in common. No one's right, no one's wrong, we're all just I’m trying—so, don’t try to persuade anyone.”

……

"One day you will be killed a second time." Eric commented harshly, "Are you so anxious to die?"

"Congratulations," Charles said.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked up into Carl's face.Time ticked by him almost audibly, and Karl looked down at him, waiting patiently for his words.

Everything is different from their first meeting more than ten years ago.

Everything was the same as when they first met more than ten years ago.

Charles smiled and seemed about to say something more, but in the end, he just said, "Congratulations, Carl."

Congratulations on not getting lost all these years.Congrats on not going crazy in pain.Congratulations on having so many like-minded friends.

Congratulations on growing up.

"Go ahead," Eric said, frowning, "do whatever you want. You won't regret it."

……

"Me?" Lex gave a false smile, "What do you want me to say?"

"Oh Lexi, please—"

"Don't pretend to be a toddler with little confidence, Carl... Superman." Lex looked away. "Keep this in mind: I'm always your enemy."

"This is the end?"

"Don't take an inch."

"I just changed clothes and you acted like I was a different person. It's so sad."

"..." Lex looked over at Superman, and then frowned in distaste, "This uniform is so stupid that it makes your stomach sick! Why don't you...uh..."

a kiss.

Lex paused, gasping for breath when it was over.

"...go ahead," he whispered. "The Lex Corp. robots are doing their job in keeping the community safe, but I know everyone in Metropolis misses Superman. Go."

"Every Cosmopolitan," said Superman, his voice smooth and mellow, his expression calm but a little different, his lips looking slightly moister than they used to be, "including you, Lex?"

Lex's eyes lingered on Superman.

All too clearly, he said, "Me too."

……

Some people say that Superman's meaning to Metropolis has never been more than a superhero, he is more than a moral model, more than a glow of civilization, and more than a beacon to illuminate the way forward.

Superman isn't just a close friend to Cosmopolitan either.

He is all of the above, but exclude the concept that people feel that Superman is too far away from them, exclude all thinking that people think Superman is perfect.

This alien has spent too much time and energy in the Metropolis, and people always complain when he is mentioned:

"That guy broke my sign again, and this is the third time! Is it my fault for opening the shop near the sharp bend?"

"He's always straightening my car up, but he won't do it properly, and the paint is scratched."

"My youngest loves Superman because he caught her when she fell down the stairs and fixed her hair...Damn it, she'll cry if I don't fix her hair after that For an hour or two."

"He flew so fast that he broke my branch."

"Honestly, he's a bit careless. This is the seventh time he's dripped chocolate powder on my window! I knew I shouldn't live near the best ice cream shop in the Metropolis!"

Superman is a good guy, everyone agrees on that - but sometimes Superman can be really annoying.

"You know I'm a little careless, and twice I left the house and forgot to turn off the gas, and the second time I came home, Superman was right outside my window, with his arms folded, and he said, 'Dude, get a girl now. Friends take care of you'. What is this called! If I can grow up like him, I will still worry about not being able to find a girlfriend?"

"He saved my cat from climbing a tree several times, and then Superman gave me a pet nail clipper and said, 'Try this, she will learn to stay away from big trees'."

"No one is more unlucky than me. I just stole a wallet, and was sent to a children's welfare home by Superman to do volunteer work... The chief manager refused to let me go, because I was sent there by Superman."

They muttered, shook their heads and sighed, and talked about Superman with resentment, but willingly.

It's been nearly three years since that event, but the city looks the same as it did three years ago.

Everywhere is clean and tidy, there are laughter and laughter everywhere, the aroma of cotton candy and coffee wafts on the road, but there will no longer be dazzling red capes flying in the sky - there are quite a few robots of the Lex Group patrolling around, Conscientiously maintain the order of the metropolis.

Metropolitan people are almost used to this kind of life.

Superman's departure did not actually have much impact, and life went on as usual.

If you have to say what?That is also there.

The signboard will no longer be broken, the crooked car is still crooked but the paint will not be scraped off, the little girl has learned to comb her hair by herself, the branches will no longer be broken because someone flies by quickly, and the windows will no longer be broken. There will be no chocolate powder inexplicably.

Trouble is gone.

But not everyone became happy.Everyone is sad.

The person who saved your life will of course be very deep in your memory, but no one remembers their savior again and again.Life will eventually return to normal, and it will eventually be filled with all kinds of trivial things. People will not recall the person who saved their lives every day, but people will miss the person who flies past their window every day. He is a person who brings happiness and trouble to himself.

superman.

Only the people of the metropolis know who he is, because in any other city, he is just a superhero, he appears with the disaster, and leaves with the disaster, and in some people's eyes, he is even the embodiment of the disaster; At the Mets, he's been there all the time.

He lives here and he leaves here.

So, if you're asking, do Metropolitans remember Superman after three years?

They remember.

They remembered Superman like they remembered the delicious breakfast place downstairs that had been open for years and never closed.They remembered Superman like they remembered the crack in the doorway that always caused them to stumble and almost fall but never bothered to fix it.

Carl has imagined many ways to appear. If possible, he would like to make his appearance more dramatic. It is not for the sake of showing off or showing his presence, but... a brilliant appearance can always effectively divert people's attention yes, right?

However, he wandered around the metropolis for a long time, but he didn't come across anything that needed his help.

He gradually relaxed in the familiar atmosphere, and happily flew to the door of his favorite ice cream shop. The owner was still the familiar decadent man, sitting at the door with his guitar in his arms, forcing the customers to listen to him singing out-of-tune broken Song.

Carl was at the end of the line.

The lady who made the ice cream took a look at him, and made Carl's favorite flavor with ease: rum mixed with milk, chocolate powder, hazelnuts and raisins.

"Welcome back, Superman." The decadent shopkeeper plucked at the guitar, "I'll give you a free order."

"Thank you." Carl replied. He took the ice cream and left the line. He stood aside and started eating. There were a lot of people queuing up to buy ice cream. They looked at each other, and quickly raised their hands and pointed the camera at Carl.

"Oh." Carl jumped into the air immediately. "That's why I never eat ice cream on the ground...they'll put a picture of me eating it on the headlines. That's too embarrassing."

He quickly ate the ice cream in mid-air, and then flew in a wide circle around the metropolis, paying attention to his speed and angle, to make sure enough people took pictures of him flying in the sky.

Then he left the metropolis and went to other cities to solve some small accidents, such as robbery, such as threats with guns, such as car accidents, and a few drunks who quarreled so much that they used knives.

On the other side of the world, Carl takes away a few babies who were abandoned by their too-poor parents.

They are lucky.

There were so many cries for help to hear that even Superman seldom noticed such faint cries and heartbeats.

On the first day of his return, Karl felt that he did a good job.

No big contribution to save the world, yes, no evil villain trying to take over the world or start a massacre, basically just doing some day-to-day work, small things.

But Karl still felt very happy.

He returned home happily, regardless of how the outside world was arguing about his real identity, and he didn't care what people thought of his appearance.

Comfortably, he threw himself onto the couch.

……

Are the people who appear around the world superhuman?

The question went around the world in just one hour.

Everyone is desperately scouring the web for more pictures and videos of the mystery man—many insisting he's definitely not Superman, just a poor, well, brilliant impersonator—and devouring any News related to that figure, wondering if the world's most recognizable superhero is back.

Superman is dead, just three years ago, under the watchful eye.

The Justice League justified his death.

The Met held a grand funeral for him.

Nearly a hundred state leaders attended and addressed his funeral.

Hundreds of superhumans carried his coffin pivot.

—Superman is dead.