[Comprehensive British and American] Aliens must die

"Messi." Lex sat up and tapped the black wristband on his wrist. This is a microcomputer that combines various top-notch technological products. It is not only equipped with the artificial intelligence Messi, but also equipped with a miniature protective cover. Keep Lex safe for a short time.

However, the protective shield can only prevent attacks from a certain distance from the body. Just now, Clark's hand was close to his body, and the protective shield did not work.

"Sir, by analyzing Mr. Kent's muscle movement range and strength value, it can be confirmed that Mr. Kent does have strength beyond ordinary people." Messi said.

Lex nodded noncommittally, this result is not surprising.

"Sir, you can choose a safer method to test Mr. Kent's strength." Macy suggested, she was a little puzzled, her master always attaches great importance to safety, why this time he knew that Clark Kent had abnormalities , risk touching each other?

"If you can't give a reasonable explanation, I will increase the alert intensity for Clark Kent." Macy said frankly that her highest order is to protect Lex's safety. Under normal circumstances, those who conflict with this order She can ignore the order.

"..." Lex didn't explain, because he didn't object to Messi's decision.

He really lacked vigilance towards Clark, so he gave Clark a chance to hurt him. If he was injured or even faced life-threatening, maybe he could face Clark more rationally instead of letting Clark occupy most of his energy.

Unconscious closeness and trust, this feeling is very interesting, but also very dangerous.

However, even though he was injured, he still had no defense against Clark deep in his heart. In fact, being able to make such a test itself represented his trust in Clark.

He's actually so sure that Clark won't hurt him, he doesn't know where that trust comes from, but it's so ingrained and unshakable.

So he can only rely on Messi.

Lex didn't stay at the Daily Planet for too long. Now that Clark had agreed to his invitation, there was no point in staying at the Daily Planet. A small newspaper was not worthy of his personal attention.

On the second day after his shoulder was injured, Lex received a rare call from a young reporter who took the initiative to call. The caller was very concerned about his health. In fact, the ointment worked very well and his shoulder had basically recovered. However, he didn't mind using this reason Do yourself a favor.

"Clark, Messi has to work overtime today, it seems I can't go home." After thanking Clark for his concern, Lex said with pretended regret.

"..." Messi, who can operate a computer to work no matter where he is, is silent.

"...I'll take you home." Recognizing the expectation in Lex's words, Clark was silent for a moment before agreeing.

"Thank you, I'm very happy." Lex curled his lips.

"It was originally my fault." Clark heard the unconcealable joy in Lex's words, he was both happy and moved, and also a little inexplicably sour.

Just because he promised to take Lex home, let Lex be so satisfied.

But why should such a proud man like Lex do this for him.

This man should be loved by all.

Clark found that his liking for Lex deepened with every passing moment, and he was unwilling to make even the slightest compromises, even if those compromises were aimed at himself.

Lex was like quicksand, gradually sinking him into it, and he couldn't extricate himself.

If Lex doesn't like him anymore, can he really accept everything calmly?

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"Messi, do you think Clark will be very moved?" Lex put down the phone, raised his eyebrows and asked Messi, it was the first time he was so attentive to someone.

"Yes." Messi replied affirmatively, and she also heard Clark Kent's voice.

The owner was only showing weakness a little, and the poor little reporter sounded on the verge of tears.

After Lex waited for a while, Clark arrived. The treatment from the Daily Planet was actually not bad, so he had already changed to a spacious new car.

Located in a suburb far from the city, the Lex manor was as quiet as ever. After being sent home by Clark, Lex invited Clark to enter the manor.

Clark remembered that he had promised Lex's invitation, so he didn't refuse.

Clark followed Lex into the room. This is a very modern house with a silver and white main tone, many high-tech facilities, drinks delivered by robots, and display screens on the walls that open automatically, making it comfortable in summer The temperature fully shows its technological content.

Clean, tidy, quiet and... alone, the place reminded him of the castle he'd hidden under the Antarctic ice.

Even though it is summer, it still makes people feel cold.Clark looked at Lex, who always had a gentle smile on his face. He always seemed to be elegant and noble, and he was able to handle everything with ease.

However, here, he seems to have discovered a different side of the other party.

This person who owns the Lex Group and has countless employees and subordinates seems to be as lonely as him.No, perhaps, Lex is more lonely than him, at least he still has Martha, and Lex, who lost his father not long ago, has no relatives.

I remember the last time I came as Superman, there was an assistant named Messi and a bodyguard with an indifferent expression beside Lex.

Now, in this whole building, he didn't find the breath of other people, there were only the two of them here, but he didn't have any charming thoughts, only felt cold and lonely.

"Clark? What's wrong with you?" Lex looked at Clark who was distracted as soon as he entered the door.

"It's okay, it's just that it's too quiet here." Clark returned to his senses and said with a smile.

"Really?" Lex looked around, and there was indeed something missing here, "Probably because Messi is not here."

Messi?That pretty female assistant?Clark felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and asked with difficulty: "Do you... live together?"

"Well, that's right, we've been living together... um... for two months." Lex calculated the time, and it's been almost two months since he made Messi's body ready.

Hearing Lex's words, Clark suddenly clenched his hands, unable to maintain his superficial calm any longer.

"I, I'll go first." Clark turned and walked out. He couldn't tell whether he felt pained and disappointed, or ashamed.

Lex has never said that he likes him, but he has foolishly invested in him just because of a few ambiguous words from the other party. Maybe he is just a joke in Lex's eyes.

"Hey! Clark!" Seeing that Clark's hair exploded suddenly, Lex immediately reached out to grab Clark, but was staggered by the huge force.

Clark originally wanted to run away from this embarrassing place regardless, but his body stopped involuntarily, and he supported Lex sideways.

Even though he almost fell, Lex still grabbed Clark's wrist, oops, Clark's jealous look is kind of scary, um, it's cute too.

Lex couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Lex stand still, Clark turned his back on Lex, but let Lex grab his wrist.

Obviously with his strength, he could easily break free, but he didn't dare to struggle vigorously because he was afraid of hurting Lex.Obviously the other party was already laughing at him, but he still couldn't bear to hurt the other party.

Clark suddenly hated himself for being so cowardly.

"Clark, Messi is a robot." Lex walked a few steps closer to Clark and said with a smile.

"Messi is the artificial intelligence I made, and then I made her a body to help me manage the Lex Group." Lex reached out and patted Clark on the shoulder, "So, you don't have to be jealous."

"...I didn't." Clark was silent for a while, then whispered.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease you like this." Seeing that the little reporter was still unhappy, Lex tried his best to smooth his hair, "I just, want to be sure... I'm very happy that you can do this."

Listening to Lex's intermittent explanation, Clark's body relaxed a little bit, and the pain in his heart quickly melted away, turning into helplessness and embarrassment.

Was he too excited just now? After calming down, Clark began to reflect that he should behave calmer.

"If you don't believe me, I can ask Messi to come over. You can touch Messi's body. The inside is full of metal skeletons, which are very strong and absolutely different from human beings." Seeing that the little reporter was still silent, Lex continued. , and prepare to inform Messi to come back.

"No, no need!" Clark hurriedly stopped, "You said that Miss Macy has to work overtime, so don't bother her."

In fact, as long as he glanced with X-sight, he could find the difference in the other party.It's just that Miss Macy looked no different from a normal human being, so he never did such a disrespectful thing, and he didn't realize that the female assistant who was with Lex was actually a robot.

Even if Miss Macy was a robot, it would be weird to touch, touch or something.

"Well... I lied to you." Lex said bluntly.

Clark looked up into Lex's eyes, and was defeated by the smile in Lex's eyes again.

"Is it fun to bully me?" Clark said angrily.

Lex opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he had been told what was on his mind.

"..." Clark's fingers moved slightly, he really wanted to pinch this hateful person's face.

"I'm hungry, Clark, I'll make whatever you want to eat." Sensing that the little reporter was about to blow his hair again, Lex decisively changed the subject.

Clark sighed in frustration, and said, "Your shoulder is injured, let me do it."

"Okay." Lex curled the corner of his mouth, "I'll cut the vegetables for you, believe me, I can still do this little thing well."

There are all kinds of vegetables and meat in the kitchen, as well as a complete set of tableware. Lex took out the cleaned tomatoes. It shouldn’t be too difficult to cut the tomatoes. He split the tomatoes into two halves, then four halves. Next, he seemed to press and hold the tomatoes to continue Cut, Lex recalled Macy's cooking procedure, and cut it across the board.

"Lex." Clark quickly reached out and grabbed Lex's wrist, stopped his movement, and then took away the knife less than one centimeter away from Lex's finger, and said helplessly, "Let me do it."

Lex, who almost cut his finger, stood aside, watching Clark busy in the kitchen with great interest, look, the soft-hearted little reporter is so easy to coax, he was still angry just now, and now he washes his hands and makes soup for him.