Superman

Bruce touched his chin, and automatically skipped the embarrassing topic of having a girlfriend, getting married and having children.

"I have an impression."

Alfred stopped at the door and nodded.

"Master Wayne, in that alley, he once put a coat on you."

The corner of Bruce's mouth rose, of course he remembered James Gordon and knew him.

What he wanted to make sure was whether James Gordon had been corrupted into one of those black cops.

"Mr. Gordon, he is a man of integrity, there can be no doubt about that."

Alfred pondered for a while before giving an answer.

At least the old butler never heard any negative news about James Gordon.

Sometimes the character of a person is judged not by what he says, but by what he does.

As an old man who has been in the police station for more than ten years, James Gordon is still an ordinary policeman.

And his colleagues, either retired or quit, or climbed higher and promoted.

Sitting on the bench for a long time, not being liked by others, and being placed in the corrupt Gotham Police Department can already explain some things from the side.

"Finally found someone to work with."

Bruce's furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

He needs a helper, or a megaphone to talk to the police station and the city hall.

If James Gordon is as honest as he appears and willing to do his part to change Gotham.

Then, the other party is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

When Alfred left, Bruce continued to bury himself in his work.

Although the old steward had hinted many times, the Wayne Group's board of directors was secretly planning to dilute his shares and prepare to kick him out.

But Bruce is not worried, he can handle such small problems.

The most urgent task is to find an entry point to attack Gotham's gangster forces.

"Huh, Falcone..."

After finishing what he was doing, Bruce let out a sigh of relief.

He decided to rule the city from the outside first, and the most powerful Romans started.

As long as the opponent is knocked out, the other gangsters will be at least in peace for a while.

Of course, they may also become more vicious.

In order to scramble for a piece of land, they started a new round of fighting and shuffling like a hungry side dog.

If that's the case, it's tantamount to creating an excellent opportunity for yourself to wipe out the gangsters.

After careful consideration, Bruce picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Metropolis, Superman, aliens who landed on a Kansas farm..."

Twenty minutes later, the sole heir of the Wayne family looked serious.

He seemed to be aware of a bigger problem, a problem that was more difficult and troublesome than the gangsters.

Superman!

Bruce thought for a long time, then opened his notebook again.

While watching the TV, there is a heated debate about the existence of Superman is good or bad;

While silently writing down the name of the other party, and marked it as "worthy of vigilance".

Chapter 439 Threat to the world, a new villain debuts

Unbeknownst to Metropolis Superman, his name has appeared in someone's notebook.

For a long time to come, he will be viewed as a threat, a ticking time bomb, and will be closely watched.

Aside from those distant questions, it has been a week since Clark officially announced his identity.

With the ferment of time, the heated discussions in various aspects show no signs of stopping, but tend to intensify.

In this way, Clark lost his ordinary life as an ordinary high school student.

First, he got a call from his parents, who were still in Kansas.

The adoptive father, Jonathan, did not blame his son for his choice. He expressed his understanding and concern.

Because of the strange eyes of the people in the town, the interview activities of the city hall, and even the visit of the governor himself...

Let Jonathan and Martha, an ordinary couple, feel unprepared and difficult to deal with.

They are not willing to use the name of Superman's adoptive parents to become the focus of the public and live a better life.

Sadly, others apparently don't think so.

Those swarming reporters, the 24-hour paparazzi...

They couldn't find Superman, so they had to wait back home in Kansas, trying to find some useful material that could serve as a scoop.

Superman's childhood life, Superman's growth environment... As long as it is about Superman, everyone likes to watch it.

This is simply a brand new wealth code!

"Everything seems to be going in a worse direction."

Clark looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the city below him.

For the first time, he understood that public opinion has such great power.

It seems to be pervasive, infiltrating into my own life.

"No, that's a good start."

Lex disagreed, taking a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet.

He poured himself a glass first, then handed Clark a glass.

The latter waved his hand and refused on the grounds that he was not yet of legal drinking age.

I have to say that this answer is very Superman style.

Lex shook his head and laughed. In his opinion, Clark had such great strength, but he obeyed the rules extremely.

It's a really puzzling thing.

If you replace yourself...

It may be like the idiom Solitaire, take the first step to do whatever you want, and then do whatever you want, and keep going like this.

There was a trace of envy in Lex's eyes, he looked at Clark, and said softly: "Announcing your identity will inevitably bring some trouble to your family, and this is unavoidable."

"But what we need to pay attention to is that the tension is not here? The key still depends on the attitude of the government."

Clark folded his arms? Two days ago he just finished talking with Mr. President at the White House and shook hands publicly.

That photo was quoted by the Planet Daily? It was published on the headline page of the day.

Except going to the White House? Participating in this kind of boring politics.

A general in the Pentagon has also summoned Superman several times.

According to what the big cousin said? Clark did not obediently obey.

While showing a friendly attitude, don't forget to show your fists and muscles? Make sure that someone will listen to what you say.

"The godfather is already talking? His initial intention is that Superman is not a national property, but... the debut idol of the Water Company."

Lex said the latter sentence with a strange expression on his face.

After he heard Luke's thoughts? The first feeling was that he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Will the military agree? I think General Lane has a strong position? He wants me to be a weapon of the United States."

Clark frowned, as if worried about it.

"what are you thinking?"

Lex asked with a smile.

"They can't make me a thug, a violent person, and do things that I don't want to? Go against morality and conscience just because I was born in the United States."

Filled with a sense of justice in his heart, Clark shook his head decisively and said.

"Huh? I guessed it. But I think you should be worried about the negotiations with the godfather. How could the federal government hand over the ownership of Superman to a private company? This is whimsical."

Lex squinted? Despite what his gut told him? Luke had plans.

Can you think for a long time? He didn't think about how the Water Company should persuade the Pentagon and the White House.

The chips in their hands are really too few.

He is completely unqualified to sit at the same table with the guy at the top of the country's power pyramid.

All this turned around two weeks later.

North American Aerospace Defense Command.

The well-built black general strode into the command center.

Just now he received urgent news that an artificial satellite in orbit near the moon captured an unusual picture.

"Doctor, tell me what you found? A comet, or a meteorite from an asteroid?"

The black general stood in front of the console of the command center with a majestic face.

He didn't know what kind of startling discovery it was that would wake him up in the middle of the night by the lead researcher tasked with monitoring outer space.

Could it be aliens again?

The black general named "Swanwick" thought jokingly.

Recently, the Pentagon has been busy discussing the existence of Superman.

Aliens, superheroes, Kansas farm boys... that red cape has too many labels.

"Comets don't do orbital corrections, General." The Doctor shook his head and said hesitantly, "I hope you can see this before some amateur finds it."

General Swanwick narrowed his eyes, with a hint of bad premonition.

The chief researcher of the North American Aerospace Defense Command directly called up the images captured by the satellite.

In the pitch-black outer space, blurred silhouettes appeared.

Judging from its appearance, it should be some kind of space flight tool.

"The spacecraft seems to have entered a state of lunar orbit synchronization, and it is not yet clear why."

When the lead researcher first found out, he realized that this important news should be reported to the Pentagon immediately.

A spaceship stays in Earth's lunar orbit, which is most likely a visit from alien life to Earth.

Or a signal of war?

"Have you tried talking to the ship?"

General Swanwick suppressed the shock in his heart. Once this news is revealed, it will inevitably cause turmoil and unrest in the world.

Although, as early as the beginning of the space race during the Cold War, various countries continued to launch unmanned satellites into outer space, trying to find the same life in the vast and dark universe.

But when these unknown creatures really appeared in front of the public, people became afraid and panicked again.

Did the unknown life from outside the earth come with good intentions?

Can humans on earth live in peace with them?

These are all questions worth pondering.

"They haven't responded yet."

The doctor replied helplessly.

General Swanwick looked solemn.

He needs to dial the encrypted channel of the White House as soon as possible.