Superman is my primary school classmate

After throwing all the test tubes in his hand towards Clark, he ran out of ammunition and was forced to retreat to the corner, but he still said unforgivingly, "Don't come here, I let you just now, if you I’m going to show no mercy when I’m going one step further.”

Eyes wandering about what else could be used as a weapon, and desperately found that the only way for me was to take off my underpants.

Clark: "..." He is now regarded as a dangerous terrorist who attacked, "I won't hurt you..."

"Hehehe." Robert said blankly, "Are you kidding me? It's not funny at all."

Clark didn't want to hurt Robert recklessly, but in the current situation, it seemed that if he didn't make a move, the two would remain at a stalemate. He was still figuring out what method he should use to make Robert believe in him, and suddenly his ears caught something— —

someone!

Under the light and flint, Clark's figure turned into a flash of lightning. Robert blinked his eyes, but he hadn't reacted yet. When he came back to his senses, he didn't know when Clark had grabbed his arm and stuffed him under the table. .

Clark also rolled and shrunk into the table. He raised his hand in front of Robert to keep him from running around. Fortunately, the tables in the base are large enough for two grown men to hide in them.

Robert dared not speak out, fearing that he would be killed by Clark immediately if he was not careful, so he could only angrily try to resist stubbornly with his eyes.

Clark tensed his whole body and remained vigilant. His eyes were sharp at this moment, his lips were tightly pursed, and his bony jaw made him look imposing and unapproachable.

It wasn't just one or two footsteps. The sound of footsteps overlapped and fluctuated, some were short and dragged, some were steady and powerful—there were more than ten footsteps in total.

Clark instantly realized that it was Sean and the others. He only had time to cover Robert's mouth, and the door suddenly opened a second later, and a person was pushed in staggeringly by the people behind him.

"what--"

Robert and Simon have worked together for so many years, how could he not hear the voice of his assistant, struggling to ask Simon for help.

Clark was afraid that his movement would be exposed, so he clamped Robert's arm, and his subordinates worked harder to prevent Robert from happening.The all-steel table was firmly nailed to the ground, and Robert bumped and struggled without causing any reaction.

Simon's center of gravity was unstable and he fell forward to the ground. He rubbed his wrists and stood up on his own. Suddenly, he found that there was no one in the supposedly bustling laboratory.

The screen of the mobile phone plugged into the stereo still displays the song being played, scrolling the lyrics silently, and there is still half of the coffee in the cup on the table, which is still warm and has not dissipated.

"Crack-"

Simon bowed his head and moved his feet away, stepping on the broken glass slag.Glass shards stuck into the soles of the shoes, and the remaining reagents were still slowly corroding the ground and the soles of his feet.It's like being ransacked by a hurricane and the strong wind passes through the border. The building is empty, leaving only a mess.

Magneto frowned and picked up the corroded and burned record book that fell on the ground, and the wet liquid fell to the ground drop by drop, "Has anyone been here?"

"No." Simon's mind was spinning very fast. It seemed that they didn't know where Robert had gone. "No one, just me. I was doing an experiment just now, and I didn't make a good ratio. The experiment failed."

"Oh?" The person behind caught a glimpse of the two coffee cups on the table and shouted loudly, "Do you still like to drink two cups of coffee at once?"

Bourne's heart was beating extremely fast, and he also saw the cups on the table, a basket of one red, which was a discounted buy one get one free in the supermarket last month, and each of Simon and Robert had one.Bourne's blood surged up and almost broke through the sky. I am afraid that if Simon makes a mistake, everyone will be implicated.

Simon: "Well, I'm lethargic and I can't live without caffeine."

Magneto: "..."

Bourne punched an empty fist hard in his heart, well said!

Magneto: "And what about Robert?"

"Robert, what kind of radish or winter melon, I don't know." Simon choked and began to play dumb.

Magneto chuckled: "Didn't you say that? Bourne?"

Simon shot at Bourne with two eye knives, and Bourne's head felt cold. He didn't expect that he would be remembered by Magneto, "I... didn't say it earlier, Robert is on leave and gone to town."

Unable to see Magneto's expression, Simon felt as if he felt the cruel sneer on Magneto's face, and Magneto said softly, "Are you lying to me?"

Simon shook his head in horror: "I didn't..."

Magneto was disappointed. He wanted to punish the disobedient child, so he clenched his hands tightly. In the laboratory, the most indispensable thing is metal, the equipment is metal, the tools are metal, even the building materials and the floor on which he is stepping. It's all metal.

Simon only felt as if he was stuck in the mud, his body was sinking uncontrollably, and the ground under his feet was no longer a solid ground but a whirlpool of soft sand and stones, "Help, Bourne, help me—"

Bourne hurriedly shouted: "This has nothing to do with Simon!"

Magneto stopped in time, "Then, can any good boy tell me where Robert is?"

At this time, under the table across the table, Robert was already dripping with cold sweat.

Besides, Yaruf has been an intern for so long, and finally encountered a big case. The supervision of Tony and Peter can be said to be extremely strict.

It was very close to the police station, and Yaruf pressed his baton against Tony's back to let him go forward.

"Hey." Tony twisted his waist in displeasure, "Take it easy."

For some reason, Yarufu was nervously let go by what Tony said, but then he thought, no, why should I listen to the suspect, and he yelled harder, and said with a straight face: "Don't talk."

Peter muttered: "When you know who he is, you'll see him."

Unexpectedly, such a light sentence was stunned by Yalufu into his ears. This is not a big joke. A few stinky money, don't take human life seriously..."

"Wait, where did you meet?" Tony teasingly interrupted Yaruf, raised his head and looked at Yaruf, who looked at most a year or two older than Peter.

Yalufu blushed, pouted his neck and said, "Don't worry about me, I can't watch it on TV."

Tony spread his hands and shook the handcuffs and made a sound: "Okay——"

"However, where did that old police officer go?" Tony asked, "Murder case? Someone died?"

Yalufu stared at Tony warily, "Don't pretend, you know it yourself."

Tony: "?"

What happened to him?

When Tony was still worrying about how to get some useful information out of the little police officer, Yalufu couldn't bear to tell the whole story: "Don't think I don't know, you want to play tricks. It's your accomplices who killed Jimmy. Damn it, be frank and lenient, and spit out every single one of your accomplices."

Yalufu is already an envoy of justice, the justice is lingering, holding high the baton COS Statue of Liberty.

"My partner?" Tony asked. "Where did they kill the man?"

"Isn't it the food processing factory in the center of the town..." Yalufu hurriedly shut up, and said impatiently, "Go, go, ask so many people what to do."

The police station was close at hand, Yaruf pushed and yelled to let them in, Tony stopped, and Yarufu found that he couldn't push anymore, "You still want to resist the law enforcement!"

"Sorry." Tony shrugged, "but we really didn't do anything."

Tony snapped his fingers, and Yaruf was blinded by his diamond-encrusted watch, and clicked his tongue, "What are you doing? You want to bribe me, no way, I won't do that."

Tony: "..."

There was a whistling sound piercing the air above his head, Yalufu raised his head, and opened his mouth dumbly.

The airflow ejected from the yellow and red metal armor swelled round and round on the ground, and the dust was flying so much that Yarufu's eyes were red. He opened and closed his mouth and murmured, "Iron Man."

Only then did Tony nod in satisfaction, "Exactly."

Thinking that Yalufu must be kneeling in front of him at this time, he was afraid that he could not see Mount Tai.He didn't want to open his eyes, Yalufu had already knelt down in front of the battle armor, wagging his dog's tail, and almost rushed to lick the shoes of the battle armor. Of course, this is just a metaphor, an exaggerated metaphor.

Tony: "..."

Peter couldn't bear to look directly: "...his saliva is about to drip."

Yalufu babbled that he was a loyal fan of Iron Man. All the pictorials about Iron Man were collected and filled the bedroom, and all the news on TV were recorded in the computer. He was the number one fanatic of Iron Man.

Tony was displeased: "He is my fan? Then why can't I recognize him when he sees it."

Peter: "Sir, it's Iron Man, not you."

Tony snorted coldly: "I am Iron Man."

Peter lashed out mercilessly: "But in his eyes, you may just be the driver manipulating Mark, and Mark is his idol."

Tony: "..."

Idol... shit!

Yaruf hadn't finished introducing his collection in detail, and the battle armor was levitating. He held his breath like all the little fans, watching the whereabouts of the battle armor motionlessly.

The battle armor flew to Tony's side in a circle, and the laser beam in his hand cut off the handcuffs of the two. Tony rubbed his hands and gritted his teeth: "I don't like to say a sentence three times-but, I am steel man."

Peter: "Pfft."

Tony glared at him, smiling.