Marvel Nephalem

"Located at an altitude of 350 meters in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, Atlanta is one of the three largest highland cities in the United States."

"From the civil war in the early 19th century until the end of the Civil War, this highland city has been playing the role of an important military supplies distribution center for more than 30 years. Many important battles have taken place and were destroyed by war. This war-torn city At one point it was reduced to a pile of rubble.”

"It was not until the perfect end of the Civil War that the city was rebuilt on the ruins and the Georgia state government was established. It was not until the great economic development of the United States in the last century that the city's population was able to grow."

While Clark was greeting the enthusiastic black people, he asked Joey, who was standing next to him: "What are they doing with so many people around?"

Joey smiled and whispered: "I forgot to tell you that this is the birthplace and main activity place of Martin Luther King, the leader of the American black civil rights movement. It also became the center of the national civil rights movement in the 60s. You are in the Clinton District I asked the media to publicize the free teaching for black students, and they liked your behavior very much. Maybe you can consider gaining strength in politics, which may be beneficial to Anne."

Clark was not too touched and said noncommittally: "I hope it will be beneficial."

With bodyguards guarding them, the two finally got into the car. Joey and Clark, two big guys, one fat and the other strong, immediately squeezed the back seat of the car tightly.

Clark finally squeezed into the car and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the manuscript that he had crumpled into a ball in his pocket and threw it directly into the trash can.

“The way all the dads in Clinton District treated gangsters.”

Clark looked at the speech manuscript with disgust and complained: "Let's forget it. This kind of show is not suitable for me."

Joey was very happy on the spot and joked: "What would be appropriate? Shoot someone like a tough guy."

Clark looked at Joey and nodded seriously, and they both laughed at the same time.

Joey suddenly said with a dark face: "Stupid old man."

Clark immediately shot back: "Hypocritical capitalist."

"Gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts. The road to the airport is boring, smelly and long, and there are no nightclub girls."

The vehicle started, and the young bodyguard driving the car turned his head and extended his hand to Clark enthusiastically: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Clark."

Joey obviously didn't recognize this bodyguard. He was stunned for a while and looked at Clark beside him.

Clark read the confusion in Joey's eyes, frowned and stretched out his hand to ask: "Hello, who are you?"

The young bodyguard said excitedly: "Sir, I am Wade Winston Wilson, and I am also your neighbor, uh... your mentally ill neighbor five blocks away."

"The mentally ill neighbor five blocks away"

Clark stared at the chattering personal bodyguard with an unkind look on his face. Before he could ask questions carefully, he saw a bodyguard rushing towards the car they were in with the support of three policemen.

One of the police officers saw the young man and exclaimed: "Damn, he's really here."

The driver's door was suddenly opened by the police officer from the outside. The young man who was grabbed and dragged out took Clark's hand, pointed at his temple and suddenly shouted: "Don't believe it, it's deceiving you, it keeps trying to Kill you"

Clark stared at the crazy young man who was yelling at him, and got out of the car directly with Joey. Clark looked at the young man who was hugged tightly by a policeman and then violently slapped to the ground, and said: "Let him go. .”

Two police officers supporting the injured bodyguard quickly stepped forward and stopped Clark: "I'm very sorry, sir, this man is not named Wade, his name is Ryan Reynolds. He is a Canadian actor who developed superhero paranoia due to over-inspiring into movie roles. , there have been many such situations recently, and most of them are stimulated by alien invasions."

Clark stared at the young man named Ryan Reynolds. Ryan broke away from the policeman and ran backwards. He extended his index finger to Clark's mouth, then extended his middle finger and said, "You are the second choice."

......

The farce was over. The crazy young man hid himself with the help of the crowd. The convoy returned to normal and the convoy drove in an orderly manner on the road to the airport.

This farce entertained Joey for a while, and then he fell asleep. People's energy always declines in old age.

But Clark was lost in thought amidst Joey's loud snoring, what on earth was that young man talking about?

Don't reveal any abilities, you are still a time traveler

The system, which had been much quieter recently, suddenly asked: "Host, are you really thinking about the words of a madman?"

Clark pondered for a while and responded: "He hinted to me that you have other intentions, haha, I didn't think about it."

After a while, the system smiled sadly: "Maybe fate will always make you make a last resort choice and make you willing to give up everything, Qin Han."

"what."

Clark laughed and said, "You have to tell Qin Han this. I am Kent, Clark Kent. I don't believe in fate."

The system didn't speak, just laughed in a deep voice.

Shortly after Clark Kent and Joey Bode took a private flight and left Atlanta.

At Zhengn headquarters, James Wesley was adjusting his state of mind in a lounge and was staring at his mobile phone in a daze.

The phone screen displayed a set of phone numbers, signed by the Dennis Luther Clinton Group.

He hesitated for a while, and finally pressed the dial button. After a long wait, Dennis Luther's voice finally came: "Hello, Mr. Wesley, what's the matter?"

After Wesley pondered for a while, he said in a deep voice: "I want to discuss cooperation with you, Dennis."

"Well..." Dennis on the other end of the phone was obviously hesitant, and after a moment he asked: "What kind of cooperation?"

"A cooperation you will be satisfied with."

Wesley pondered for a while before trying: "I heard about you from Marlena. Maybe we can get what we both want through cooperation."

"What I want" Dennis's voice on the phone was questioning: "Cooperate with you scum. Haha, with all due respect, I really can't think of any need for the Clinton Group, a serious tax-paying group, to cooperate with the gangs in New York City." The financial officer cooperated.”

Wesley took a deep breath, took out a tissue and wiped the sweat on his face due to Clark's mental pressure. He smiled dryly and said: "At least we all have a common enemy. Don't tell me you haven't seen it. I know it." What do you want, that woman Marlena is not very strict with her mouth, we need to join forces to share this cake."

On the phone, Dennis joked and refused: "No need, no need, hahaha."