Hero, you have crossed [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Hernan's 'comfort' made Lucas fall silent.Unlike this pompous and narcissistic Kryptonian, he has no sense of pride or identification with either his paternal or maternal lineage.So Hernan's words of approval didn't make him feel honored at all, but made him completely depressed.

Hernan looked down at Lucas with a gloomy expression.Looking at the impeccably handsome face of the other party... They were silent for a few seconds until Hernan sneered, shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.

Mexican-born supermen have never been good at placating and comforting.Even in the face of this best friend whom he has known for ten years, he does not intend to say some lame empty words to ease the tense atmosphere.

He just kind of liked Lucas.He just likes the wolf-like Lucas family - this kind of predatory tendency that comes from the instinct of the blood makes his brother more perfect and more unique.Hernan doesn't think there's anything wrong with that.This is much better than his father who has the American dream in his arms and always thinks of convincing others with love.

Funny to say.Maybe this is why they can tolerate each other and become good friends?Lucas and his ideas are always surprisingly similar - just as he prefers the Falcone family, Lucas also prefers Hernan's parents.

Superman laughed silently at the thought.He who is flying and moving has a bit of inexplicable divinity.And only when this strict yet gentle, tolerant and cruel mortal god laughed, his youth and handsomeness finally appeared.

This Kryptonian is undeniably handsome.But on weekdays, his too sharp eyes and hidden cold contempt... always make people fear him before appreciating him.

This man flew through one room after another, and he came straight to a certain pure white door.Superman with the highest authority broke into Batman Kirk Longstone's laboratory, and of course 'stolen' a white shirt belonging to Batman.

…Hernan really didn't feel the slightest bit of inappropriateness when he did this.

He carried the clothes like this, and flew back to Lucas silently.Then Hernan violently threw the hanger and clothes on the other party's body, turning this rare thoughtfulness into a complete provocation.

Lucas rolled his eyes in shock.But I didn't have the energy to keep going.His mood had turned sour again.If Vincent wasn't in the building, he might even have started fighting Superman.

But ifs never exist in this world.At this time, he could only choose to accept Hernan's kindness.After all, this top with three big holes is really unattractive.It doesn't fit his slightly coquettish personality.

Seeing that Lucas obediently put on his clothes without saying a word, Hernan felt a strange joy for no reason.The smile on the corner of his mouth was rare and warm, without any irony.

But Lucas, who had changed his clothes, was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked up in shock.

"...it's not fucking your shirt, is it?"

Lucas was stunned.He widened his extremely light-colored eyes, and looked at Hernan in disbelief like a hamster seeing a cat.

He was neither superhumanly tall nor superhumanly strong.Every time he wears Hernan's top, he looks like a high school student wearing a father's coat... and now the size of the one he is wearing is obviously similar to his, which means...

mean?

The smile on Hernan's mouth immediately changed, like a child who was trying to pull off a prank.Superman smiled maliciously, raised his head while laughing, and looked down at the younger brother more and more.

"It's Kirk's. What's the matter?"

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Lucas really wanted to show the other party an explosion on the spot.

But in fact he does not have this skill.

Lucas, who was about to explode, just blushed—it’s hard to say whether he was angry—he really wanted to tear off the clothes and throw them in Hernan’s face.But he was really reluctant to destroy Kirk's clothes... Lucas's teeth were itching with anger.I really want to fly into space to find a small green stone to make a spa for this Kryptonian orphan.

His face turned from pale to red, and from red to white again.

——but in the end, he just opened a hole in Hernan's building.

... The hole went straight to the floor where Vincent was.The startled Kryptonian robots turned on the enemy mode together.

But these high-tech guards turned off the fire together after discovering that the target was him.

And poor Vincent stared at the big scorched black hole in a daze, and at the uncle who appeared from the hole... The boy immediately realized that something was wrong, but Lucas smashed the powder before he opened his mouth. Superman's little bastard picked him up and flew straight away.

The hateful thing is that even though he flew out of the metropolis, he could still hear Hernan's silly laugh.His teeth itched with anger, but he also wanted to laugh along with him for no reason.

Lucas hated Hernan for teasing him with Kirk, and hated himself for never being able to stand firm.After thinking about it, I feel frustrated for no reason...

All his relatives and friends know that he has a Ni Lin who cannot be called Ni Lin.

He doesn't like Gotham.

...He had once rejected Hernan's invitation to introduce Batman to him for this reason.But in the end, the damn Superman saw the abnormality... Yeah, he really doesn't like Gotham.But he has no reason not to like Batman.

He has no reason not to like Batman.

——He likes it very much!

A boy with blue eyes flashed through his mind.Lucas subconsciously hugged Vincent even tighter... The coolness rising from his flesh and blood made him completely calm down.

But this world.This 'parallel universe'... was devoid of the Batman he had admired.

Batman, "Bruce Wayne", does not exist.

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Lucas, who returned to his mansion, let the unhappy Vincent go.

He asked his nephew to deal with the Falcone Patriarch who was still angry.Before leaving, Vincent hugged his right hand and took a bite to express his dissatisfaction.But Lucas didn't care. After pinching his nephew's face, he walked silently to the basement.

"basement"

The villain's standard equipment, the secret endorsement.It is said that the ancestral home of the Falcone family in Gotham also had a large basement converted from a dungeon... Unfortunately, that house has been completely burned down by Lukes.

Lucas searched for the sound and found the room where Rumlow was.He stretched out his fingers to unlock the fingerprint lock, and Brock Rumlow, who was sweating thinly on his brow, was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously pressed his hand to extinguish his cigarette.

He'd never seen Lucas smoke, and he didn't want to upset him.

But Lucas didn't show the slightest discomfort with the smell in the room.He walked into the room silently.Then he was silent, and sat down on the arm of the poor man in the chair.

The gagged guy let out a muffled moan persistently.His right hand had just been completely broken by a crossbone.Lucas, with exposed musculature and stubble, moved his butt unhappily.And that made poor Mr. Mister even more painful...

But he had already been incontinent twice.It's too late to pee.Poor him, the only way to express emotions—emotions that no one cares about—is through howling that grows weaker and weaker.

The point is that he is still very desperate.

—because his torturers never asked questions.

... Rumlow did not open the opponent's jaw from the beginning to the end.

And Lucas was very happy with that.Does he need the truth?He needed he wouldn't 'listen' himself, or ask Hernan that idiot?He never needed the truth.He only needs people who deserve to die to die, and people who deserve to suffer suffer... Satisfaction made Lucas half-close his eyes and shake his legs. He raised his right hand and asked his dog for a cigarette.

Crossbones froze for a moment before stepping forward to help him click.The firelight in his hand was reflected on Lucas' long golden eyelashes, and this inexplicable ambiguity made Rumlow's stomach tighten instinctively.

But Lucas doesn't care about his gaze.The good uncle and brother took a deep breath of the long-lost tobacco, and then sprayed all the smoke on the face of the sobbing and mourning desperado.He felt the fear and despair of the other party, and suddenly he couldn't hold back, and laughed happily.

His smiling face was so beautiful that Rumlow subconsciously held his breath.

"You shouldn't be a kidnapper at anything."

"Are you right?"

The author has something to say: In fact, readers who read my last article should know that I wrote about a little angel who has a good personality and principles that make many babies feel aggrieved.

But this article has taken a 180° turn from the previous article.I hope everyone can accept (cover face)