The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Clark was awakened by a loud "grunt" sound, he raised his arm with difficulty and rubbed the tingling temple, and then realized something belatedly.

Why are his hands cold and wet?

Hmm... my stomach is wet and cold...

By the way, there are legs?

Well, with trembling eyelids and opening his eyes, Clark finally understood the current situation: he was swept away by the storm for some reason, but landed beside a small river, half of his body was submerged in the water, only his chest was lying on his back. On the shore, it's no wonder it's not wet.

He remained motionless and slowed down for a while, and when his body regained some strength, he struggled to get out, turned over straight, and lay on his back on the shore.

The night is dark, the moon will not be hidden, and there are not many stars. It doesn't look like a good weather.

Stomach gurgling and urging again, Clark patted his hungry eight-pack abs, and resigned himself to his fate, turning over and sitting up, planning to go to the neighborhood to see if there was anyone nearby, to stay overnight for a hot meal, and to appease the troubled person first. Temple of the five internal organs wrapped around.

He stood up, and the moon happened to climb to a certain height slowly, as if at some point in time, the sky suddenly darkened, and Clark's mind was dizzy for a while, and he had no time to hold on to anything, and the whole person suddenly fell down and fell into the coma.

Oops, I was careless, he must have been plotted by someone with a special ability!

At the last moment of blurred consciousness, Mr. Superman thought firmly, but when he opened his eyes again, looking at the new rising sun, the gurgling river and the wild flowers and green grass around him, he had to admit that last night he was just exhausted to the extreme, sleepy It's all over.

This is incredible.

What's even more incredible is that he just caught a fish casually, and there was a small box hanging from the tail of the fish, which looked like a treasure under the sea, but when he opened it, there were only three ordinary earthworm baits...

Is this a bit overkill, superfluous, and illogical?

The holder of the Man of Steel twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger tremblingly, and poked a stone next to him with a little force, and saw that the stone shattered into powder in a second. He heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the ability is still there. Although I don’t know if this strange place is still on the earth, at least the sun is still the same sun, and his Kryptonian ability has not disappeared.

What a blessing in misfortune.

Maintaining this kind of luck, Clark seared the fish in a strange way, and swallowed it.

After clapping his hands and holding the three baits, Superman clenched his fists with both hands, raised his left arm straight up, tightened his right arm around his waist, and flew into the sky suddenly.

He has to survey the surrounding environment, and it is best to find other people who were also caught in the storm...

At the same time, along the river until the end, the "others" that Clark was thinking about did not wake up until this time.

The oil paint on his face was washed away by the water. The once famous clown pinched his damp green curly hair and twisted his waterlogged purple suit, looking very pitiful.

In front of it is the dark hole, which looks like a mine, and there is danger everywhere.Napier touched his chin and thought for a second, then jumped in without looking back.

Unexpectedly, the cave was not too dark. There were many torches stuck on the wall, burning a dim yellow light, which dyed the entire cave a light orange.Napier whistled out of tune, with his hands behind his back, he swaggered to explore the road.

There is a prototype hole on the ground leading to the underground, and a ladder can be vaguely seen near the ground, which is probably the entrance of mining; there is an elevator directly in front, which can only light up multiple floors of five, which may be a convenient passage for mining; on the left There is an empty coal car, the rails are so long that you can’t see the end, and you don’t know where it leads; and on the far right is a rough corridor that has been dug artificially, and there seems to be a hole in it, with a faint light shining , especially penetrating.

Ordinary people would definitely stay away from this, but Napier's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked into the corridor with interest, and looked inside.

Eh?It seems someone?

The clown laughed and strode over.

It seemed to be a small vendor, with his head hanging down at the base of the wall, and there was a square table beside him, on which there were several bomb-like things.Napier's eyes were immediately attracted. He pawed at the table, touched and touched it fondly, and felt that he was very lucky. This stall was prepared just for himself!

The clown suddenly became excited, and his laughter became more and more eerie and penetrating.

But the stall owner seemed to be deaf, huddling his body motionless, sitting on a small bench without saying a word, he didn't look like a businessman at all.

"How do you sell these?" Napier stretched out his finger and poked him.

"Ah...boiled carrots, roasted carrots, carrot soup and baked carrots. And carrot pudding cake to sweeten the night."

"...What the hell are you talking about seriously?"

"What?" The stall owner finally raised his head. Under the strange brown pointed-eared hood, there was a dark face with no facial features. The only thing that could be seen was the pair of brown and red beans. Bean-eye, Napier dared to swear on his few integrity, he is definitely not human.

At least not Earthlings.

"This is really... so interesting!" He restrained himself and licked his lips unknowingly. The rough touch of the scar at the corner of his mouth made the clown even more excited. He picked up a bright red bomb the size of a cherry and hung it in front of the stall owner. Shaking, "How much is this cutie?"

"Three hundred gold coins." The stall owner said dryly.

gold?three hundred?The corners of the clown's eyes twitched, and the other hand picked up a black bomb the size of a fist, "What about this one?" The smaller the size, the more complicated the craftsmanship, the bigger one should be cheaper...

"Six hundred gold coins." The next second, the stall owner slapped him in the face very calmly.

"..."

So, why do you have to use gold coins?Mr. Clown, who was so happy that he rarely wanted to obey the law once, pursed his mouth unhappily, and dug his pockets.

On the left: I don't know how many times more empty than the face.

Right: Huh?How many coins from the last change were not swept away by the wind?

The poor Mr. Clown was silent for a while, and suddenly he gave the stall owner a ghastly smile, with 'I'm dangerous, I'm not a good person' written all over his face, stuffed a bag of cherry bombs, and grabbed two more. After picking up a black bomb, he slowly put a ten-cent coin on the table.

"Don't be too greedy." He finished warning, then turned around abruptly, and ran away without a trace.

The stall owner didn't chase after him at all. Napier ran out of the mine with a tangled expression, then got slower and slower, and finally stopped in boredom.

For the clown, what to do if you are bored?

Go plant the bomb!

So the clown, who had no one to cooperate with him, took out a cherry bomb and threw it far away.

With a loud "bang", the entire mountain in front of him shook, and it took a long time to stabilize.

Only then did the clown narrow his eyes in satisfaction and laughed.

However, before the laugh was over, the top of his head suddenly went dark, and a black shadow appeared on the ground for no reason. The clown blinked, looked up, and saw Superman was worried and happy, looking at him with a tangled expression, Reluctantly greeted, "What a coincidence, Napier."