Marvel Nephalem

The dark subway tunnel was silent, and nothing special happened. It was not until we arrived at a drainage gate with V-shaped fluorescent pen ink that we breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a lot of domestic garbage accumulated in front of the rusty gate, which had been rolled down from the subway station by the stagnant water. It not only blocked the subway's drainage system, but also stimulated Alfred's keen sense of smell. He looked around with a flashlight. , not only was it garbage, there was a piece of driftwood not far away, and there was a used Durex hanging on the driftwood.

"It's unbearable. It's so disgusting."

Alfred carried the box and knocked on the gate hard, three long and one short. This was Clark Kent's order. Three long and one short meant safety, and three long and two short meant danger.

As Alfred knocked on the gate, in the dark waterway, an amber vertical pupil suddenly opened on Durex's driftwood, which happened to be caught by Alfred who was looking around.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck"

The suitcase and the flashlight in Alfred's hand fell into the water at the same time, with a thud. The flashlight shone a yellow light in the sewage, which just reflected the sinuous figure of the Durex crocodile diving into the water.

"Open the door, help."

The panic-stricken Alfred shook the gate vigorously a few times. Suddenly he suddenly became wise and looked at the flood gate that was more than 4 meters high. He climbed up in one breath.

Alfred, who had his hands and feet crossed at the top of the gate, watched the alligator holding Durex try a few times and found that he couldn't reach it. He could only swim back to where he was and stared helplessly at his prey. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it's an alligator. It's not that big. If it were a crocodile, I would be dead."

Suddenly, the water gate groaned and then slowly rose.

Alfred's arm was cut off by the sluice gate and he fell into the water hastily. He choked on several mouthfuls of sewage. He felt so sad that words couldn't describe it in words. He felt like his life was at risk when he suddenly felt a violent blow on his back. pull.

"boom"

"boom"

"puff"

Alfred, who was pulled to the wall of the sewer, coughed up two breaths of smelly water. As he wiped his face with his hands, he heard the sound of two punches hitting the flesh, and the sound of tearing cloth as the sharp blade entered the body and opened the wound. , there was a fishy smell of blood mixed with garbage, which made people nauseous.

After a while.

Alfred, who kept rinsing his mouth with purified water, wrapped himself in a blanket with a dejected expression, sat on a stool, and watched Clark, who was wearing a blood-stained yellow electrician's uniform, pushing open the door with a crocodile skin.

This small workers' lounge has become Clark's temporary base.

There are 3 6x12 LCD monitors hanging on the wall, which display Clark's main surveillance area, and optical fibers are stretched out of the lounge along the corner. Living supplies are piled up against the wall, just like Clark, who is unkempt and smells of sewerage.

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but I didn't expect you to encounter it today."

Clark was talking to himself, and with difficulty he picked up a bucket of drinking water with his left hand and washed away the dirty blood on his body. The lifting of his left shoulder was very unnatural. After all, there was a hole in his shoulder blade. At his age, His recovery is already a miracle.

When the crimson water flowed completely on the ground, Clark looked at the roof and asked: "Winnie...hasn't been found up there?"

Alfred, who was still in shock, looked at Clark, who was very different from before, and sighed: "Luther didn't notice Winnie. He was dealing with Mr. Joy. The situation is not very optimistic. We learned from the street that someone was there last night. The body of Mr. Joy’s bodyguard was discovered at the North River Wastewater Treatment Plant.”

Clark's left hand holding the bucket was shaking violently, and he breathed heavily: "Well...what did Joey say?"

"He didn't talk to us last night, we... couldn't get through."

The empty bucket was thrown to the ground by Clark. It bounced high. His old face covered with fine beads of sweat showed a toughness, but Alfred could see the hidden sadness in his eyes: "You are Said Joey might be in danger."

"In fact..."

Alfred grimaced: "We all think he is dead. Although Mr. Joy has a bad reputation, he is certainly not suitable to appear in the sewage treatment plant... His death will also cause the Clinton Group's stock price to plummet. This Obviously it does not meet Dennis Rudd’s psychological expectations for the Clinton Group..."

"Your daughter has been placed under house arrest. Dennis only allows her to move around the office area and has cut off all contact with the outside world."

"In fact, I even suspect that he had tacitly approved the successful infiltration into the Clinton Group and the smooth installation of surveillance equipment, so that you could not bear the pressure and showed up in New York. After all, you have not recovered yet. Although your resilience is very strong, But bones don’t heal that fast…”

Clark listened to Alfred's report and looked at his daughter Anne, who was leaning on the desk on the monitor, probably crying. Only then did he notice that the two bodyguards standing behind her were pretending to casually glance at the camera. , and quite frequently.

Clark looked embarrassed and let out a bitter smile: "It's all in vain..."

Alfred also drooped his head when he heard this. The frustration of being manipulated but unable to fight was also unbearable for him. He first looked at the suitcase on the ground, then took a deep look and his back gradually straightened. Straight Clark Kent said in a deep voice: "Be safe, sir. Whenever you need us, we are just a phone call away."

Clark stared at the monitor and said weakly: "Thank you for everything you have done."

In the workers' lounge, the dim lights flickered on and off, and Clark was unable to communicate with the system's consciousness.

"Host, it's better to die than to live. This is obviously a trap. If you go there, you will die. Go to the sanctuary."

The system's words made Clark burst into laughter: "We have been together for so long, and we understand each other very well..."

Clark's words are self-evident. After several years of getting along with him, the systematic evil, bloodthirsty, and cruelty have always tempted him to completely degenerate into a murderous maniac who obeys orders. A little bit of it was revealed in front of Clark.

Just like there are countless live cases in real life, those who are tortured by the bleak reality are worse than death. Desperate people who are trapped in regrets and regrets will either escape from reality in regrets, listen to the call of the dark side and completely degenerate, compromising to the so-called fate. .

Or, you will burst out with a resolute and optimistic side in despair, sublimate your soul, and your will will be as strong as steel, and you will rather die than surrender in the face of fate.

A place of refuge, it seems to be the home of the system, and he is so stubborn.

He could almost foresee that once he went there, the end of his life would undoubtedly be waiting for him.

I have been a homeless person for six years, what other crime can I not bear?

Thinking of this, Clark suddenly said to the system: "System, it is better to die than to live. If you make it clear that it is a trap, you have no other way."

System: "Win"