The Right Way to Catch an Omega

Furious, he closed his eyes and nodded.

well.

Brad's tone was still very sad: "What I have to tell you is - I'm pregnant."

ha?

Clark was at a loss, his blue eyes were wide open, and he didn't know where to put his hands: "Hey, wait, what are you talking about? I didn't hear you clearly, please, ah no no no, me, me, me Then you, you must be joking—”

The man's tone softened inexplicably.

After a lot of testing and so on, Clark finally believed that Brad was pregnant with his child.

This kid has Kryptonian elements in him.

That's right, the one that was just planted.

Brad thought this guy was a little cute. He was the one who was pregnant, and it didn't matter to this guy, but this guy seemed to be more anxious than him, which dissipated a lot of his anxiety.

"Don't be so nervous," Brad smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then keenly noticed that the muscles under his palm tensed slightly, and then put it down indifferently, "My name is Brad, Bradrick Francois."

"Hi, Brad, my name is Clark, Clark Kent." Clark was indeed overly nervous, when he felt Brad pat him on the shoulder, and the thin clothes could not block the warm feeling , the body tensed involuntarily, but Brad only patted once.

"Oh, okay, Clark, can we eat?" Brad blinked kindly.

What a pair of beautiful black eyes. After hearing his words, Clark instantly regained his senses and suppressed the momentary thoughts in his mind: "Oh, of course, I will take you there now."

Clark turned, and then he remembered—well, there's no food in Lonely Castle.

"Ah, that, let's go out to eat, my treat." Clark said shyly.

"Of course." Brad nodded, once again affirming that this Alpha has something unusual, "But, can you find me a suit?"

The sound is very nice.

"Oh oh oh, okay, please wait a moment." Naturally, there is no clothes in the Lonely Castle, and Mr. Clark Superman Kent must buy clothes himself if he wants to wear them.

When Clark flew rapidly from the North Pole to the metropolis, he finally realized vaguely——Brad, it seemed that he didn't know that he was Superman.

Well, is there anyone in this world who doesn't know Superman?

I think should not be.

——Great Mr. Superman, is it really good for you to be so narcissistic?

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They chose a quiet and elegant steakhouse.

At this time, Clark changed his overly conspicuous Superman uniform, put on a somewhat old-fashioned suit and put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses. His whole demeanor changed and disappeared from everyone.

Brad changed into a long dark blue coat, and Clark picked out a turtleneck for him to hide the hickey on his neck.

Brad's eating posture is not very elegant, or even not standard enough. The speed is quite fast, but it looks as pleasing as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Clark had originally brought Brad to eat, so he didn't want to eat much. He took two bites to enjoy the taste and then didn't eat any more.

Then his eyes were attracted by the person eating in front of him, slightly parted lips, lips stained with sauce, bright red tongue licking off the sauce.

Clark wished he was the sauce.

A little lower, the chin moved slightly, the honey-colored skin, the slender neck, and the hickey marks on it.

goo-dong-

Brad finally looked up at him mercifully, and took a sip of red wine.

Wine and beauties...

Clark felt that he was going in a bad direction.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Clark shook his head hastily: "Not hungry."

"Oh, well, give me your share." Brad put the steak in front of Clark in front of him. In fact, Brad was still a little bit reluctant when he came. Brad's appetite was very large. Big, but the romantic Frenchman's steak is always only a little bit bigger than a palm, and he can't finish it-he won't abide by this, it's a ghost if he can eat enough.

Steaks are only suitable for enjoying and tasting, not for filling your stomach. If you are not on a date, wouldn’t it be more suitable for a small cheap restaurant on the side of the road?

—Poor Clark!

Only then did Clark realize that Brad had finished his own food.

So he hurriedly pushed his plate over.

So today's meal almost cost Clark half a month's salary. Brad ate a steak for five people and a vegetable salad for four people, and Clark...

Yes, he watched Brad eat.

"Let's go." Brad was full after eating and drinking, and Clark was full after "eating" and watching.

The two paid the bill and left the store.

——Not to mention the surprise in the eyes of the boy at the counter.

As soon as I left the store, I heard confusion and cries for help in the distance.

Not only Superman Clark heard it, but Brad heard it too.

Clark was trying to figure out how to save someone—the idiot didn't have a uniform on.

Brad pressed his hand: "I'll go first."

Clark looked at Brad's back in a daze, and touched his hand for a while.

Hey, the hands are so soft, I don’t know...

——Great Mr. Superman, pick up your integrity!

Brad hastily touched two handfuls of the mud-blood mixture, barely covering his face.

Brad naturally worked hard when he was full and strong.

It was a terrorist attack. The tallest building in the metropolis was broken down in half, and terrorists shot and fired from below.

It's not a big deal to overthrow a few terrorists, but for the buildings that fell down...

Brad said: I am not Superman, there is nothing I can do.

um, superman?

A super-powered alien in underwear?

Oh, Clark Kent!

Brad held his forehead and kicked away a child who was almost hit.

Don't wonder why Brad still remembers Superman—in fact, he was most impressed by Superman's distinctive uniform. He still remembered that the brother who accompanied him to the movie was "Superman". At the end, they were lying on the grassland Looking up at the starry sky at 45°, talking about the stars, talking about the moon, talking about poetry and songs, talking about the ideal of life (...), he suddenly said a word: "I wish you were a superman."

At that time, Brad was taken aback, and he understood what he meant in an instant, and then patted his hand: "So what if I'm not Superman? It's enough to live this long!"

Really enough, Brad once again dragged an old man out of the reinforced concrete landing range, and then sighed for a second.

After thinking so much and doing a lot of things, in fact it wasn't long before Brad came to rescue people. Less than 3 minutes probably wasn't enough time for Clark to change clothes back and forth from the North Pole to the metropolis.

So, should you save yourself, or save the people who didn't come out of the building?

The giant made of steel and concrete is already above Brad's head. If Brad advances at full speed, then it is absolutely possible to escape before the falling building crushes him.

Without hesitation, Brad pushed his legs upwards with his hands as if a heavy weight hit him, and he was stepped out of two big holes...

Huh?Why is there no movement?

Brad glanced up, picked up the person who fell beside him, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Go! Orderly evacuation!!"

A rope was tied in the middle of the building, holding the building that was about to collapse!

A woman in the sky pulled the rope with all her strength.

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Chapter 4

Bradrick Francois.

Male, 46 years old, excellent heavy fireman and mechanic with excellent unarmed combat ability. He once served in the Iraqi Republican Guard and is now retired. He was promoted to a sergeant at the age of 28 and a sergeant at the age of 29...

Made outstanding contributions during his service...

Join the mercenary team after retiring...

After 3 years, it is suspected that he will quit the mercenary team and fight alone...

There are a lot of ramblings, but most of them are about his service in the Iraqi Republican Guard. The real thing is about, basically nothing about his time as a mercenary.

"It looks good," Diana flipped through the information in her hand, "at least she looks pretty."

It's hard to say anything else until I see the real person.

Batman flicked his hand across the keyboard, and several pictures of Brad flashed across the screen.

There are only a few photos of Brad when he was serving in Iraq, and the story about his mercenary period can hardly get any news from the pictures and text information.

But it's quite strange to say, Iraq, where wars are raging all year round, the environment is naturally not much better, and Brad's body is not very clean, not to mention that it also comes with a very disfiguring Iraqi military uniform ——It’s really ugly, but no matter what the surrounding environment is like, what Brad is wearing, he seems to have a beauty camera, as long as he is in the same photo with him, it will change, um ...

People are more popular than dead people.

Diana walked over and put her hand on the computer: "Oh, I think this best describes Superman."

Because Clark didn't know the beauty's name at the time, he naturally didn't tell Diana—Diana thought he was embarrassed to say it, or forgot to say something, and then they could only find Brad through Clark's vague description to look for, so the chances of finding it are actually not high, but fortunately they have a god teammate - Batman.

As soon as Batman makes a move, who will fight for the front? This fellow has selected from the vast sea of ​​people all over the world who meets the standards.