[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Since the first time he executed others at will for himself, his rear has become an abyss, and he has completely lost his retreat.

At the same time, the front has become a fragile single-plank bridge. He can only move forward, by any means, and supports his progress with the idea that he must complete his goal.

Because if you stop, you will be smashed to pieces.

Even if he has the power to move mountains and fill seas.

Bruce left when Clark established power, so he told the one-time god among men.

"I don't kill clowns because we can't, no matter how angry or sad we are."

"Why? Clown, he killed millions of people! Bruce, why are you still insisting on your principles!" Clark roared angrily, "He ruined all my important people!"

"He does need to be sanctioned, but we cannot be the ones who execute it." Bruce said calmly, "We are individuals and have no right to enforce the law."

"Why didn't the clown be sentenced to death before? Let him commit crimes for so long? How many innocent people were killed? Just for the so-called principle?" Clark's eyes were red, and he argued fiercely with Bruce.

"Isn't it right for me to kill him?! Is it wrong for me to ask you?!"

"...You can't stop it." Bruce replied after a moment of silence.

Clark saw what he was going to say, and became even angrier: "You agree with my approach, but you still disagree, why? Aren't we friends?"

"I want to persuade you Clark because you are my friend." Bruce sighed, "We are human beings, and as human beings, we have our own selfish desires, and once we cross the line, we will indulge ourselves."

"I'm not human," Clark said immediately.

Bruce's blue eyes darkened, which means that their values ​​​​are completely different, their relationship will never be the same as before, and they are no longer the best partner.

He broke with him.

"If you're going to do this, I'll leave." He finally said, his tone still flat, "You'll regret your decision today."

"Okay, that's great, huh, I won't regret it." Clark said through gritted teeth, "I don't have a friend like you."

Bruce didn't speak anymore, and left the Zhenglian base in silence, the black cloak passed through the Zhenglian gate for the last time.

It was also the last time they did not meet each other in battle.

Every subsequent meeting was full of swords, lights, swords, shadows and bloody storms. Bruce established a rebel army to overthrow Clark's rule. Clark also summoned his own army to fight against Bruce. They fought for five full years, during which Clark broke Bruce's power. spine.

It wasn't long before he saw Bruce on the battlefield again, and he looked as if he hadn't been hurt, Clark thought at the time.

until……

It wasn't until he personally killed his friend during the most intense battle with the Rebels that he discovered that he had been relying on drugs to hold on—even if they had turned against each other by then, Clark would admit that Bruce was his friend.

He doesn't want to kill Bruce, he doesn't want to kill Bruce anyway, because if he wanted to, he could have killed him back in the days when the Resistance was first formed and weakest.

How could he kill Bruce?How could he kill Bruce?

How can he?

After that, Clark never appeared on the earth again. He sat on the moon and looked at the blue planet alone.

Bruce was right, he would regret his decision.

Clark regretted it, regretted it very much.

But there is no time machine for him to start over, even if he can do many things that are unimaginable in the eyes of ordinary people, he cannot turn back time.

He woke up.

He broke down.

Clark still has the cornfields of Kansas in his heart, and he hasn't deviated completely. Maybe he didn't know it at the time, but he still wanted to be that country boy.

But now he knows what he really wants.

Clark was afraid of the regime he had created, but he couldn't let it fall apart, because that would plunge the world into real chaos.

Like the Joker said before he died.

"Haha, kill me. If you kill me, I will win. This world will be chaotic after all."

His angry punch smashed the clown's chest, and the clown stubbornly said another word before losing his life.

"Iwon."

Clark just sat there, doing nothing, except looking at the blue planet day after day, he didn't dare to turn on his super hearing, he was afraid of hearing people curse at him.

He has been praying in his heart, praying for a chance to do it again, praying for the resurrection of Bruce, praying for the change of this world that is close to destruction.

Clark didn't know how many times he begged, all he knew was that he succeeded.

Maybe Rao had heard his plea, and he left that world, that nightmare world—a nightmare world for anyone.

In this new world, nothing has changed. He has a choice, he chooses to become an ordinary person, and his relatives and friends are all living well.

Clark thought about this question more than once, why did his original world become like that, why did every choice have the worst consequences?

In the new world, he gradually discovered that something was wrong with him at that time. For example, when he was in a state of anger, he would do many things that he could not do in a normal state, but there is one thing in common-

He, whether named Clark Kent or Kal-El, would not kill unarmed civilians.

This troubled him for a while, but it was only for a while. Why should he think about the troubles of the past when he has arrived in the new world?

Now free of the powers that had troubled him, he lived the life he had dreamed of as a boy.

Oh, not just when he was young, from the beginning to the end he hoped that he was that ordinary country boy.

Except for him and Bruce, there are no other familiar people here. There are no people who will destroy the world if they move, and there are no alien forces that often harass the earth. Compared with them in this world, they are much happier.

He should learn to be content.

Clark selectively ignored the state of the world after his death. He didn't want to think about it, and he couldn't think about it, because it would bring his hard-won mentality to the brink of collapse again.

None of that happened, he didn't do anything irreparable, he was Clark Kent and only Clark Kent, Kal-El or Superman never existed.

He was never on the edge of a hopeless, lifeless precipice.

never.

Clark looked back out the door again, in the direction Bruce had left.

From the time the female agent came in, he found that he could get energy from the sun, and his kryptonian abilities began to recover, and he knew that absolutely something happened that he didn't understand, and it was likely to destroy his peaceful life.

Clark would stop it anyway, because he wouldn't allow his peaceful life to be disrupted.

The sun was covered by clouds at some point, and the shadows merged with the environment.

It got dark.

After Natasha left the coffee shop, she bought some vegetables nearby, and then went to the nearby dessert shop to pack a few small cakes. After finishing these, she went back to the house. After all, the reason she came out was to buy some food for the girl. .

"Oh, Widow Sister, thank you for bringing me delicious food." When he heard the sound of the door opening, Mo Sheng ran over to take the plastic bags from Natasha's hand and put them on the dining table, "Wow, little Cakes, I like small cakes the most."

"You're welcome, I know you like these." Natasha took off her mask and sunglasses and went to the kitchen to cook. Except for the first few days of the month, she cooked all the meals, and she never ordered takeout. good.

It didn't take long before the aroma crossed the kitchen door and penetrated into the little girl's nose, hooking her gluttons. Mo Sheng took a sharp breath and immediately showed an intoxicated expression.

"There are different dishes every day. It's too good, it's too good. The widow sister can do everything..." The girl said to herself. She was sure that she had gained a few pounds, but she could eat such delicious food. The catty is also worth it, no matter how long the daily training time is.

In this way, the last two days passed, and on the third day, Mo Sheng got up early and snapped his fingers to teleport.

"Okay." Seeing Natasha nodding to her, Mo Sheng took a deep breath, "Three, two."

"one."

She can see the sky change from white to black, she can see the tall buildings outside the window replaced by a familiar open space, the sound of children playing in her ears, and the familiar language makes people feel at ease, all of which are not available in Gotham .

The girl opened the window and took a few breaths of the air of her hometown.

"Even though the air is full of all kinds of particles, I still love it." Mo Sheng said, looked at the brightly lit distance for a while, and then reluctantly closed the curtains.

She finally understood why people outside would be homesick. Home can make people feel relaxed from the bottom of their hearts. Home is a place where they can rest with peace of mind.

After walking out of the space door, Natasha was sitting on the sofa and scrolling on her tablet. She would always collect information when she had time. The more she knew, the better she would be able to deal with emergencies.

She clicked on a green software, and the page that popped up was so crude that she wondered for a moment if it was ten years ago. After seeing the red dot and clicking again habitually, she found some unexpected things posted by the girl under the account homepage. s things.

"Mo Sheng." Natasha called the little girl's name, "Your writing is not bad, and your points are quite high."

"What's the matter?" Mo Sheng didn't hear clearly at first, but after she walked over to see what was on the tablet, she froze in place, trying desperately to organize words in her mind.

"Sister Widow, that, that." She didn't know how to ease this embarrassing situation, and she couldn't organize her words successfully, and she stumbled, "I just write... ah yes, I write to express my love for you and entertain me along the way." Take a look at yourself, there is absolutely no intention of being indifferent, absolutely not."

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Smiling and raising the kryptonite spear in his hand.

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