[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Clark was tired.

The body does not feel tired, but the mind is tired.

Commonly known as, heart tired.

As the last bloodline of Krypton, Kal-El has no brothers and sisters; as the adopted son of the Kent family, Clark is unique and grew up slowly.

Moreover, because of his particularity, he doesn't even have a few close friends, and he doesn't have assistants and juniors to teach him like those comrades-in-arms.

Think about it, leaving aside the underage Shazam and the young Cyborg, Batman has the Robin Corps, The Flash has the Pulse, and counting forward, the little guys from the Teen Titans, the niece of the Martian Tracer , the Red Arrow raised by Green Arrow, the younger sister of Wonder Woman, and the Aquaman taught by Aquaman, etc.

But Superman doesn't have that sweet trouble right now, he's a Kryptonian, guarding the Fortress of Solitude at the North Pole, and he's been raised for five or six years but is still a juvenile solar eclipse.

——That's right, a sun eater baby who is not too smart so he never tosses him.

Clark Kent has always been alone, so today I was really scared and tired by Lydia.

Blame him for having too few opportunities to get in touch with her before, and also blame him for his lack of experience, so he thought it over.

Are all young girls this lively?Thinking about it carefully, the students back then did have endless experiences and developed curiosity.

Clark has a strong sense of responsibility, and he always counts many things that have nothing to do with him as pressure on him.Just like Lydia now.

It was he who took away the little girl who quarreled with Lex himself;

It was also he himself who offered a little help, which turned Lydia from a young lady of the Luther family to a little girl who needed to work on her own.

She is still a child.

Although the high school dropout rate in the United States has always been high, self-reliant labor is more admirable.

Therefore, Clark was still a little worried, and wanted to watch her as far as he could, and not let her get hurt - given that she would encounter a little trouble when he met Lydia a few times before.

The tiny snowflakes are still floating, and the snow has even piled up two or three centimeters, and the shoes will make a creaking sound when they step on it.

The little girl in a white coat and a fluffy white scarf stepped on the snow seriously.

She stood downstairs in her apartment, smiling with crooked eyebrows, and waved to him earnestly:

"Good night, Clark."

The little reporter quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "Good night."

Then he flew back to his home in the North Pole, heaving a sigh of relief while building a small artificial sun to feed the sun eater.

Raising children is really difficult, and I feel like I don’t want any juniors anymore.

By the way, there is also that new generation hero named Lilith.

... Forget about it, I'm tired.

***

Lilith scored points tonight.Probably the system was a little excited to take the credit from Superman. Lydia's points today were doubled by the rare and generous system, and she kept urging her to work hard and keep working hard.

"Catnip" is gone, and Lydia is much more awake.

But the first thing Lydia did when she got home was text Harry.

Peter would worry about Harry, and so would Lydia.Looks like she should go to New York for the weekend.

[All right Harry?If I have time recently, I want to go to New York to play with you]

It took a full 10 minutes before Harry replied to the text message.

[Sorry, I'm a little busy and may not be able to receive you. ]

[Are you so busy?Don't even have time to come out for a cup of coffee? ]

[Feel sorry. ]

This was the last text Harry sent her, and then he turned off his phone, sat at someone else's house, his face down, his phone back in his pocket, and he closed his eyes, shaking off the sudden vulnerability of this moment.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Curtis Connors, who had only one hand, a doctor who worked in Osborne Bio-Enterprise.

Harry had no expression on his face.

Osborne transferred back to New York, and his student status was suspended at Midtown Technical High School, but he seldom went to school.

The only reason he chose to go to school these two days was that he could breathe a sigh of relief at school and barely gave himself a chance to breathe.

He's going crazy.

He was just an underage boy, a boy who lacked the care of his parents and had a somewhat paranoid personality. Harry was really driven crazy by his twisted father.

He was dragged into the abyss by the nightmare and couldn't even face his friends.

——If he didn't know that Spider-Man is Peter, would he really obey his father's words and find a way to bring Spider-Man back to Osborn?

he does not know.

All he knew was that Norman Osborn was running out of time.

"Connors," said the brown-haired boy who put on gel and brushed his hair back, wanting to mature immediately, but this attire made him look a bit gloomy, "According to the simulation experiment records in the laboratory, your goal has been achieved .”

Connors hesitated to speak.

"No—it's not—"

The middle-aged man subconsciously lowered his head to look at his empty elbow, with a blank expression on his pale face: "The experiment was not completely successful, and it will take time to adjust the reagent formula. The calculation of the equation may be wrong, and it has not passed the clinical test." practice--"

"Practice doesn't need you to worry about, you only have three days left."

Junior Osborne said, his voice slightly hoarse:

"In three days, I want to see your success. If not, you can completely say goodbye to the scientific research you love. Don't talk about the reagents you are researching now. In the future, you will never have the opportunity to come into contact with high-end technology. You know Osborn keeps his word, Doctor."

Harry no longer stayed to waste time, only Curtis Connors seemed to be a few years older.

His experiment, in a sense, succeeded.

Connors lost his arm many years ago, and he wanted it back. He continued to research regeneration potions based on the reborn lizard with a severed tail.

He almost succeeded—if it wasn't for the fact that he would transform into a huge lizard humanoid not long after he grew his arms.

Conners wanted to be able-bodied, but he didn't want to be a monster.

He forced himself to forget what it was like to have his arm back, forced himself to hide the potion.But now, Osborne forced him to take it out again.

Osborn is rich and powerful. If he speaks out, Connors may never find such a job again.

Running out of time.

If there is no time to re-select the research direction, then he can only try to improve based on the current research.

He panted a few times, took out the password box, and then took out the green potion in the center of the box.

The small injection is green and clear, exuding an absolutely attractive color under the light.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and finally poked the needle into his body hard.

***

Lydia is addicted to smoking and can't extricate herself.

For three days in a row, the little girl went to harass the little reporter after get off work, and she could laugh happily when she saw Alexander's eyes, and she even became very excited when she went out to fight crime at night.

The system watched with trepidation, it always felt that Lydia would overturn like this, and it would be particularly miserable if she overturned.

The same is true of Lydia today.

After changing her uniform, she squatted on the spire of the planet on the top of the "Daily Planet" building, overlooking the bustling city.

It was very peaceful tonight, no villains came out to make trouble.

At least that's how it seems.

Lydia probably understands that Clark has a life of his own, so Superman only appears when needed.He's a nice guy, a really nice guy, and he wants to help, and he just helps.

After so many years, ordinary people and superheroes have also reached a consensus, especially city residents with urban heroes.

Although crime has been circling and tentatively emerging, it has to be said that the crime rate has dropped significantly, and superhero peripherals have provided a batch of jobs and also promoted consumption.

It didn't snow tonight.

The red-haired girl squatted at the top of the building, and pulled her hair under the wig by the way: [I probably should cut my hair. 】

System: [Can you be more serious?At eleven o'clock, something happened over there. 】

Lydia sensed it too.

She can't fly, but her jumping and climbing abilities are still very strong. According to the perceived direction, she dodges to the source of danger in a few seconds.

No matter how prosperous the city is, there are dark alleys. In this alley, a hunt seems to be happening.

A young girl who was so frightened that she lost her voice briefly, and a "non-human" who stretched out her fangs and wanted to commit a crime.

Lilith's approach was always simple and rude. She descended from the sky, stopped the red-eyed, ferocious-faced guy who looked like a legendary vampire, and stood in front of the pale girl clutching her neck.

His appearance was not bad, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and he seemed even more excited when he saw Lydia.He opened his mouth, showing his blood-stained fangs, and deliberately lowered his voice, as if trying to seduce her: "Listen to me slowly, my girl, you—"

Lydia slapped the newborn vampire against the wall: "Who is your girl? Shut up."

The stylishly dressed victim girl let out a wow, and finally cried out.

The residents of the metropolis still regard Superman as a patron saint.

She let go of her hand covering the wound, and hugged Lydia tightly, crying almost out of breath, calling Superman in a hoarse voice while crying, several times.

Lydia: "...Eh? Eh?! Why are you calling Superman when I'm here? Don't, don't cry, it's okay, I'm here."

Her voice was changed by the voice changer, and it was slightly hoarse, but at this moment, it made people feel extremely at ease.As she spoke, she took the girl who was crying uncontrollably and stepped on the vampire's head, making him face the ground, with his mouth on the ground, and could only make a meaningless sound of Ulu Uru, saying every word not come out.

The girl was wearing a light-colored suit, and the wound on the side of her neck was still bleeding, which had stained her shoulders red.

With just this sentence, Lydia frowned, pulled up the girl's hand, and pressed it to her own neck, not caring that she was also stained with red liquid.

In this instant, Superman arrives.

Those blue eyes were also extremely dazzling under the night sky, and the aura on his body even made the bloody smell overflowing his nostrils disappear completely.

Lydia tilted her head and gave Superman a contemptuous smile, protecting the girl who was hiccupping from crying, and raised her free hand and shook it.

"You are so slow."

Thinking that there is nothing to do tonight, take a bath and prepare to rest, so Superman slowed down by two seconds: "..."