[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

Joshua and Martha turned back home after seeing Clark's figure completely disappear in the wind and snow.

Perhaps the family members of superheroes will always encounter such a thing. The front side is still laughing and embracing happily, but the next second he has to push you away to go to an adventure where life and death are unknown.

As Clark's lover, he should be disappointed, but as a Superman fan, Joshua will be proud of him.

When walking into Martha's warm room, Joshua thought so.

What an ambivalence, but maybe that's what got Joshua hooked too.

The temperature difference between the inside and the outside of the house was a bit large, and the down jacket he was wearing quickly made Joshua feel a little hot. When he took off the coat on his body and was about to hang the clothes on the hanger, something suddenly fell from the clothes. It fell out of his pocket, and rolled to the side with a gurgle.

"What?" Martha heard something rolling.

Joshua looked down, and a little blue light fell into his eyes.

It was a somewhat familiar bracelet, and Joshua bent down and picked it up, frowning at it.

"It's nothing." Joshua replied, "It's a bracelet I bought before."

A blue gemstone adorns the rough coils, shining brightly in the orange light.

He remembered that he bought it from a rickety old man in the central square of the metropolis on Thanksgiving. Now it has been several days since then, and Joshua doesn't remember the old man very much. His face, but until now Joshua could still recall those gray-green eyes.

It's strange to say that Joshua has kept this bracelet in his pocket since he bought it, as if he had forgotten it, and never took it out, but now seeing it again, Joshua remembered that he bought such a bracelet.

Now look closely, the studded stones look nothing like cheap blue glass cut from a factory and sold for a dollar. gems.

Martha hung up her clothes and came over to have a look: "Wow——"

Martha said, "Looks—expensive?"

Martha knew that Joshua's brother was the famous American rich man Tony Stark, so when she saw the gemstone in Joshua's hand, she thought it was a gift from Tony to her brother.

"Did your brother send it to you?"

Joshua came back to his senses when he heard Martha say this. He subconsciously said, "No...this is just an ordinary bracelet."

Joshua was a little hesitant when he said it, because it didn't look like cheap blue glass: "I just bought it, and it only cost a dollar."

That might seem like a lot more than a dollar, but who would give away a precious gemstone for almost nothing?After all, there are still very few people in this world who do not regard money as money like Tony Stark.

Joshua thought, maybe this is just a more beautifully made blue glass.

Blue Glass Space Gem: ...

If it wasn't unconscious, maybe the space gem would jump up and hit Joshua's head hard twice.

Joshua didn't think too much, he put the bracelet into his pocket again, and went to the kitchen to make the remaining gingerbread men and put them into the divided packages one by one. On the second day of Christmas, he can ask Clark to give these small gifts to every hero of the Justice League.

Barry's gingerbread man has big golden lightning bolts painted on it, Diana's gingerbread man has a crown with red stars on his head, and Hal's gingerbread man has his signature green lantern...

Batman's was a little more difficult, Joshua not only drew the two pointy ears on Batman's head, but also his signature "Batman disapproves" expression - thanks to Clarke, who imitated the Batman expression When I was young, I learned ten percent of both the demeanor and the movements.

Finally, there is Superman. The gingerbread man he ate just now still has a little sweet smell in Joshua's mouth. Joshua hummed a tune and began to draw patterns on Clark's gingerbread man little by little.

Black hair, a small lock on the forehead, an "S" logo on the chest, a blue uniform and a red cape.

Martha came in and poured herself a glass of water, and couldn't help laughing when she saw Joshua's final "Little Superman".

"It's pretty impressive."

she said.

Joshua said to Martha, "I think so too."

After half an hour of making the gingerbread man, Joshua wiped his hands and went to the living room to accompany Martha.

The two of them didn't watch TV any more. Even if the most popular TV series was playing on it, it still couldn't attract the attention of the two of them. Joshua and Martha took their mobile phones to refresh the information on Twitter, hoping to see A little news from the Metropolis.

However, the metropolis is calm at this moment, and nothing happened.

Luthor teamed up with the Joker.

No one knows how much energy a Superman's old enemy and a Batman's old enemy add up to. Luthor doesn't know how long he has been planning. He unknowingly built an underground base in the suburbs of the metropolis. In order not to be discovered by Superman, who flies around in the sky of the metropolis all day long, the walls of the entire base are covered with a thick layer of lead. Mercenaries, walking in, every room in the base is filled with deformed and distorted monsters developed using superman's genes.

Those monsters were soaked in jars of formalin, slowly floating in the yellow-green viscous solution, and those monsters that had lost their vital signs had black eye sockets, strangely colored skin, and distorted limbs. Shows what a horrific creation those things are in the jar.

"Eww..." Barry was the first to run in, but sometimes it doesn't seem very good to always be first.

Barry, whose vision was greatly impacted, stood aside with one hand propped on the wall and covering his mouth. He felt a little nauseous, but the high-speed movement of his body was rapidly consuming the food in his stomach. some energy.

Holding on to the wall and retching for a long time, he didn't spit out anything. Shanshan Clark behind him came late. Barry patted Clark on the shoulder and said angrily, "Superman, thank you for your hard work."

It's really not easy for Clark to be able to fight against an opponent like Luthor who has a strange and perverted brain circuit for so many years without losing the wind.

Looking at this room full of all kinds of strange monsters, Barry felt sorry for him.

Fortunately, none of my enemies have Luthor's wealth and IQ, Barry thought, otherwise I would be dead.

Comparing the advantages, compared with Luthor, Barried said that even Captain Cold, who was not pleasing to him before, looked a little cute.

"To be honest, brother." Barry was speechless: "He actually built an underground palace in order to study things against you—if this can be called a palace."

"Is he really just hating aliens?"

Clark's face was as deep as water, and he only grinned bitterly at Barry's teasing.

"I do not know either."

If possible, he didn't want to confront Luthor, but the possibility of this was too slim, and Clark really didn't know where Luthor's deep dislike for him came from.

It seems too ridiculous and simple to answer Lex Luthor's various actions against Superman with a simple sentence "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different". It just doesn't seem to be of much use now.

Luthor still hates Superman, and the actions against Superman have never stopped or diminished.

Those monsters soaked in formalin had already told Clark that he and Luthor couldn't be together.

There was a hissing sound of electric current passing through the tiny earphones worn on the ears, and Batman was running wildly on the streets of Gotham in the Batmobile with high horsepower.

He didn't go to the metropolis, because the situation in Gotham is also frequent now. The clown just appeared on a TV show in Gotham and shot the head of the host, and the white brain was covered with blood. On camera, the Joker then laughed wildly and announced that he had planted enough explosives to kill countless people in several places in Gotham.

"——!" Despite his clumsy and ridiculous dance steps, the clown was quite intoxicated when he danced in front of the camera and turned around. Bloody footprints were left on the floor.

The audience had already ran out of the studio in panic, and was blocked at the door by gangsters with guns.

The spinning clown finally stopped his self-indulgent dance steps, lowered his head to the camera and slowly showed a bloody smile: "Isn't the explosion sound after the collision of gunpowder and flame the most beautiful sound in the world?"

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Bruce couldn't watch the surveillance, he could only listen to Alfred relaying the situation from Clark through the earphones. When the fast-moving Batmobile drifted on the streets of Gotham, the friction between the wheels and the asphalt pavement caused a little spark. He listened to the earphones Alfred couldn't help frowning at his words.

"Superman, don't leave your blood and cells anywhere in the future." Bruce said through the line to communicate with Clark.

Clark still smiled wryly.

With a body of steel, he bleeds only a handful of times, but looking at the things Luthor puts here, I am afraid that the Superman's cells he is pinching in his hand look like more than just a little blood.

But Clark couldn't control whether he was injured or not. Regarding Bruce's words, Clark could only say: "I will try my best."

After passing through the room filled with failed experimental subjects, Clark and Barry finally came to the deepest part of the base.

The further you went in, the rarer the containers filled with formalin became, but the hideous and twisted monsters in those containers became closer and closer to human shapes, until finally, Clark only saw the one in the center, made of lead A thick cylinder with a height of three meters is tightly wrapped by a layer of iron.

Clark couldn't see the things blocked by the lead layer, but combined with what he saw along the way, Clark could guess eight or nine points. Because of this, Clark's face was not very good-looking, and even his breathing was a bit heavy. .

There was a dull pain in the brain, and the beating of the heart was also a little abnormal. Clark squeezed his palms, thinking it was because of the discomfort caused by the clones he saw just now.He walked into the huge cylinder, and stuck his fingers into the gap in the center of the two iron plates. Just as he was trying to break apart the iron layer that wrapped the container, the iron layer that wrapped the container shrank by itself. Go back and reveal the secrets hidden within.

Footsteps sounded again in the empty room, followed by a burst of applause. Luther, who was wearing a black suit, clapped his hands on his chest, and stopped when he was about ten meters away from Clark. down the steps.

The cold white light shone on Luthor's skin, making him look sickly pale. He was a businessman and an outstanding inventor, but the robust body wrapped in the suit and the well-defined and powerful muscles all showed that I realized that Luthor wasn't the fat-bodied businessman on TV, but more like a boxer in the boxing ring on the sports channel.

"I really didn't expect you to find this place." Luthor's tone was calm, and his chiseled face was not at all panicked by his old enemy's discovery of the secret. Instead, he was calm and composed like a host who invited guests to visit, and there was a little bit of showing off in his tone. : "See my masterpiece? Superman"

Luther smiled lowly and said, "I think you must be very surprised."

The one hidden in the cylinder is no longer a ferocious and ugly monster. It is very rare. He has a normal adult body, and his whole body is soaked in the light green nutrient solution, sleeping in the posture of a baby curled up in the mother's womb As he spoke, his half-length black hair slowly floated in the solution. If Clark hadn't seen the screen recording his heartbeat beside the machine, he would have looked more like a corpse than a person.

Or rather, a sleeping corpse.

Barry looked at the sleeping man, couldn't help but opened his eyes wide and muttered: "Holyshit..."

There was no other reason, except for not opening his eyes, the person in that container was almost exactly the same as Clark who was confronting Luthor now.

"What did you do?" Clark glanced at the other cloned self in the container. He clenched his fist and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "What did you do with my blood?!"

Luther patted his neat cuffs and smiled at Clark: "Can't you see it? Superman?"

He said in a pitiful tone: "I haven't seen you for a few months, have you lost your normal brain after being immersed in a stupid and ridiculous love?"

"This is another you that I cloned." Luther walked around the container, saying word by word: "Not only does he have your steel body, he also has your strength and your ability to fly , has your heat vision that can penetrate everything - he has the ability you have."

"Of course." Luther said in a mocking tone: "Except for not having your ridiculous weakness of kryptonite."

"And the most important thing is - he will completely obey my orders."

Luther pressed the button in his hand, and the cylindrical glass container was opened, and the light green nutrient solution gurgled out from the cracked gap.

Luthor quickly took several steps back before Clark could react, and ordered to the clone who opened his eyes: "Kill Superman!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1401:31:43~2020-11-1900:13:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I resigned from Chang'an to come to one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Shen Tiantian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!