[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Metropolis, Daily Planet.

"Hi, Clark."

A woman's voice sounded in front of Clark, who was bowing his head and typing on the computer keyboard. The latter's computer interface was still some scattered newspaper messages one second ago, and the next moment it was adjusted to a clean desktop. At this moment, the speaking woman sat next to him. side.

Clark let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he closed it in time and did not let the other party see what he was staring at in a daze.

Recently, there have been some strange voices in the Metropolis. Some people said that they saw another Kryptonian, but he was much younger than him, only in his teens.

But Clark looked at those videos and photos, and there were few particularly clear close-ups of faces, so he felt subtle.

Lex has been silent for a long time... This does not mean that the other party has stopped troubling him, it can only mean one thing, that is, he must be planning something worse for him, waiting for Superman to receive his share. A well-prepared gift with a goofy look.

If Louise finds out that he is looking at other materials that have nothing to do with the recent draft, she might stare at him with that horrible look, and she won't let him go until Clark can't take it anymore and begs for mercy...

In front of this blazing-eyed woman, he seemed to have no desire.

"You stayed up late yesterday writing that report on the battlefield, is it finished?" She rolled up the magazine and tapped Clark on the top of his head lightly.

Clark nodded: "It has been sent to your mailbox."

Completing this thing almost killed him. Clark didn't sleep well. When he woke up from the dream, he found himself floating in the midair of the filming location in his pajamas. Fortunately, no one saw all this at that time, otherwise Clark Will be more annoyed by this.

Because of this manuscript, he had so much attention taken away that he missed some details.

"...Thank you for your hard work, so I won a good job for you."

Clark buried his face in his arms and let out a long sigh.

"Louise," he said weakly, "you know the best decision is to let me take a leave first?"

"Look at this first." Louise put the material in her arms on Clark's table, "I promise, this is an amazing paid vacation."

Clark looked at the sincere eyes of the other party, and a subtle expectation rose in his heart, because Louise would not lie to him about such a thing.

He picked up the materials on the table and flipped through them, and saw the destination at a glance.

——Star City.

Oh, and that's the city where they're teaming up with their former partner, the Green Arrow. Although it looks like Gotham in some places, the security level is much higher.

"How? It's just a banquet." Louise's voice carried a tinge of pure joy, and Clark knew she hoped that he would cheer up quickly, "This is Star City, many people want this task, but I snatched Come down for you."

Under her gaze, Clark slowly put down the material in his hand, blinked his pure blue eyes and apologized: "...I may not be able to leave Metropolis."

Louise frowned: "Why?"

Clark sighed, not knowing where to begin.

And it's all because of his adoptive son... Chris Kent.

Several years ago, Clark's greatest enemy, the evil General Zod, led the remaining Kryptonians to escape from the phantom zone and capture the earth, so he took his son Lol Zod as the pioneer.

By mistake, Clark took care of Lore for a period of time, and developed a family relationship.

Later, Clark killed General Zod, defeating his plans to colonize Earth.

He eventually decides to adopt the orphaned blond-red-haired Lol Zod, renaming him Chris Kent, and bringing this little Kryptonian of evil Zod blood into the Kent family.

As time goes by, Chris has become a teenager, and in recent years, his abilities have become more and more out of control, so Clark is very worried about him.

"Are you worried about Chris?" Louise asked. She was a rare insider of Clark and helped him through the adoption process at the time. "You can rest assured that Chris is the most obedient I have ever met." Boy, and he's pretty sensible."

Yes, Chris was pretty precocious and always very quiet, but for some reason Clark just couldn't let him go.

…Maybe it’s because Chris still has a trace of Zod in his words and deeds. Sometimes you can clearly feel that he is disguising himself and hiding his cruel side, especially in front of Clark. He is perfect like a layer phantom.

Clark knew Chris was a good boy, but he didn't need to be so cautious in front of himself.

There were times when Clark wanted him to act like a normal kid and get mad at him, or act coquettish, but Chris never, not even once, was just so freaking out.

Clark could guess what Chris was thinking, and he blamed himself for the wrong things his father, General Zod, had done.

And Clark himself didn't give him enough sense of security, and didn't even fully introduce Chris to the whole world, so Chris was very restrained.

"He has grown up, if you still look at him with the eyes of the past, it will hurt two people." Louise shrugged, "He also has friends, isn't Damian from the Wayne family his best friend? ? You can let him play with him."

Clark showed a bitter smile: "You are right, I will send him to the farm and let my parents take care of him for a few days... If possible, I will let him go to Damian."

Louise picked up the material and stuffed it into his arms: "That's right, go, you will fall in love with Star City."

Only then did Clark carefully read the material again, and then he let out a sigh when he saw the subject of the interview——

It's Lex Luthor again.

Every move of this Metropolitan newspaper star still attracted the attention of the whole city. Clark wondered if he was planning something again when he went to Star City this time.

And there are two people left, one is Bruce and the other is Oliver.Bruce said that he would cooperate with him, but the relationship between Oliver and him was really awkward.

When they were in the league, they were like two parallel lines, and there was not much intersection at all.

Apart from these uncontrollable factors, the banquet in Star City was quite good overall. Even the hotel this time had pre-booked high-end suites. He would regard this as a small vacation...

Forget about the bad stuff for a while.

But somehow, Clark's heart kept beating, as if he had a terrible premonition that something bad was about to happen.

"Let's go tonight." Louise said, "This way you will have more time for tomorrow, pack yourself up, and go to the banquet tonight."

Clark didn't expect it to be so soon, because it was already close to midnight and they were working overtime.He froze for a moment, but the other party had already delivered the task involuntarily, then turned and left without giving Clark a chance to ask questions.

Various bells rang in the newspaper office from time to time, as well as the noise of some people yelling, which completely covered Clark's voice calling her behind Louise.

He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call a number.

After only ringing for a few seconds, it was connected.

"Chris." Clark cleared his throat. "Are you home?"

There was a moment of silence on the other side, as if he was thinking. Before Clark's heart lifted and he began to fall into doubt, Chris' voice finally answered: "Yes, father."

"I received another job that requires me to go to Star City for an interview. You can go back to the farm for a few days." Clark said cautiously, covering the phone, "Call my name if you have anything to do, and I will rush back. "

Although he knew that Chris had been able to defeat many people on Earth, after all they were Kryptonians, Clark still couldn't help exhorting him.

"I see." Chris said obediently, "Don't worry about me."

"You can go to Damian, Wayne Manor will welcome you very much." Clark thought for a while and said, "Last time you told me that you like Alfred's cookies."

"Well, you go, pay attention to safety, I'm asleep."

Chris probably wanted to end this conversation, Clark glanced at his wrist, it was indeed getting late.

"Okay," he said, and Chris had hung up the phone.

Clark suddenly wanted to hear what Chris was doing on the other end, but... this is not what a qualified parent should do, so he held back his thoughts at the moment, sighed, and began to pack his things, preparing to take the early morning flight to Star City .

Like a normal human being.

……

……

Chris hung up the phone and put it in his sweater pocket.

If Clark had listened, he would have discovered that his adopted son was not in the apartment in the Metropolis, but in the Quinn Manor in Star City.

He was wearing a hood to hide his beautiful golden-red hair, only a few strands of the night wind drifted over his delicate cheeks and past his deep eyes.

Unlike the well-behaved one shown on the phone, Chris's expression at the moment can even be called indifferent.

He always behaves so perfect that he has the absolute right to speak in a group of young superheroes.

Even Damian, who has always been strict, can't find any faults in him, because Chris is such a flawless leader, and no one thinks he shouldn't be like this.

Chris was floating in mid-air, like a light bird, breaking free from the shackles of gravity on the ground, looking down on everything in the room.

From his vantage point, he could see that the dark-haired teenager had showered and changed into pajamas, then lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped into the warm bed.

Chris tilted his head for a while, then landed on the balcony of the room, and he gently stretched out his finger to touch the glass.

They were originally enhanced for security, but in front of this young man, they were like a thin layer of paper, instantly shattered into many pieces, and fell silently on the plush carpet.

He didn't make any more noise, but the other party had obviously noticed his arrival, sat up from the bed, grabbed the bow and arrow by the bedside, and showed a wary expression.

He knew that his name was Atal Aogu, so he carved the surname "Aogu" when he was distracted.

Chris walked slowly towards him.

"Hello, Atal Ogu," his voice was very clean, like a clear spring, which made people feel relieved, "My name is Chris Kent, and I am the adopted son of Superman."

"...is also Damian's partner." Chris looked at him with dark blue eyes without blinking, "Did you notice the marks I left on the tree during the day?"

[mission accomplished:

Notch of Dark Shadows - The Will of Chris Kent

Obtain reward: Reagent to suppress bloodline]