The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The night wind was cold, and Clark and the human colleagues in his hands looked at each other in blank dismay.

He was speechless, unable to refute, shocked and aggrieved, only felt that the knuckles of the other party were stiff——

"I'm joking, are you serious?"

During the one second of silence, the calm expression on Claude's face suddenly twisted, he struggled to hold back his smile, and laughed out loud after he finished speaking.

Clark:?

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The god of the world looked at each other silently with his wicked human colleague. Not only was the latter not ashamed, but he took off his glasses in mid-air, lowered his head and pulled out a sleeve to wipe away the tears from laughing.

"I must pay, Clark." The polite male colleague laughed enough, and then patted Superman backhand in relief, "When today's business is over, my home will be your home."

Clark's sprinting through the air stopped for a moment.

"...what?" he asked confused.

Claude was held by the collar by him, and he adjusted his suspended posture in his mood.

"Literally. If you can actually destroy that laboratory...and literally bury the contents so that no one can ever make sense of the experiment again, then I'd give you everything."

At this point, Clark heard Claude clear his throat, and then watched the human male colleague take out his mobile phone from his pocket, click on the memo, pushed his glasses, and read one by one in the strict tone of the Planet Daily legal affairs confirmation contract.

"Your servant, your brother, your ATM machine, your scarecrow, from now on, my home is your home, my bank deposit is your bank deposit, how about it?"

Clark: "..."

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————————————————————————— of course it’s not very good,—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— that it's not very good, of course!

The god of the world subconsciously wants to refute like this, but when fulfilling his superhuman obligations, it is true that he has never met a human being who "gives him all his wealth once he is saved" or "promises him with his body". , I also learned a little bit of gentle words.

"Um……"

After a moment of silence, the god on earth said as tactfully as possible, "Actually, I thought it would be enough for you to treat me to a meal."

Suddenly, a slightly stiff force came from the collar he was holding under his palm, and after a few seconds, the force relaxed again.

"Well, that girl is really brave." Claude had recovered from the stunned state brought by [Mind Reading], and laughed softly, "She let you go too?"

Clark: "..."

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———————Although the god on earth didn't want to think about it, he still brought up the terrible memory of being held by the red cloak and not allowed to leave in a few words.

"I——told her that I have to save everyone in the world before I can have a chance of happiness."

Clark "hissed" and said with a bit of a toothache, "I can't help it, she—I think she's a little out of her mind, maybe she was frightened by the fire. But she——is a very nice girl, I always After explaining to her, she let me go."

—————Although he was quite reluctant, he still tried to secretly pull off a lock of his hair as a proof.

The kind-hearted little reporter secretly swallowed this sentence back and did not say it.

However, Claude laughed so loudly that he could clearly hear the cover-up of his clumsy words.

After a while, his human colleague was overwhelmed with joy, choked by the wind, and coughed violently uncontrollably.

Clark looked at him, slowed down his flight speed a little, and at the same time paid attention to the hotel with a ray of attention.

A few seconds later, he exhaled shallowly, and his eyes became relieved, "..."

Very good, Brian and Jessica are indeed dancing together, and the two are still moving towards the outside of the bar, it seems that they are going to the movie theater for a date, and they will not come back for a few hours.

If they got back late enough, Clark could make sure he got back before Brian realized something was wrong.

————— It's enough to fall off in front of a colleague, he doesn't need the entire Daily Planet to know that Superman is almost late for work every morning.

The god on earth thought with lingering fear.

After one minute and 30 seconds, Claude finally gradually stopped coughing, and instead cautiously covered the lower half of his face with his sleeve, and was forced to silence.

"Is that the place?"

he asked in a muffled voice.

"Ah."

Clark answered in a low voice.

Their heights are constantly decreasing, while the abandoned factories are also gradually expanding, extending detailed shadows from a dark color block in the city. From a bird's-eye view, it can almost be seen as a "sinking piece", which is similar to New Hei Wen can be called out of place in the bustling city center.

——————However, as long as you don’t observe carefully, this pure black city can be easily overlooked.

The night has formed a layer of visual deception, it seems to be perfectly hidden in the ancient architectural complex of New Haven, even Clark is confused by some mysterious position, if it is not the place [super vision can not see through] let him see The son became alert, he couldn't notice the abnormality of this abandoned factory with his naked eyes.

"Did you know it was here?"

Clark paused before asking in a low voice.

"Do not."

His human colleague thought for a while before slowly answering, "It's strange that since I left 'there', the power brought by the memory has also faded."

Cloud's voice sounded calm against the wind, reassuring Clark that he hadn't offended him.As the gloomy appearance of the factory gradually appeared in the field of vision, the god on earth carefully lifted the human colleague up, and put him on the drainage pipe outside the third floor of the factory in a cat-like posture.

"…………"

In the night, Clark felt that Claude seemed to give him a particularly speechless look.

"I have to open the windows of the factory first." The god on earth justified himself.

Under his sincere gaze, the human male colleague sighed, obediently followed the drain pipe to the factory window, patted the ashes, and even took out a copy of New Haven Sports News from his pocket.

Clark roughly scanned the abandoned factory with his super hearing, and confirmed whether it was as empty as it appeared on the surface.

There seems to be a faint scream in the wind, but after listening carefully, it is just an illusion that is too quiet.

When his eyes touched the foggy, gray-painted broken windows and walls in the factory, even though he knew that there were no signs of life behind him, Clark quickly looked back as if he had been electrocuted.

He came to Claude, pushed open the rusty window with one hand, and waited for Claude to climb to the other side of the window first, and the god of the world was strong enough to use his elbow to smash the rusty iron sheet of the factory, and he was stiff. Through his own strength, a huge hole was drilled.

—————— This one doesn’t need the Justice League to pay the bills.

Clark thought with satisfaction.

——————Bruce would be happy enough to buy him an apple pie, probably.

"Home, sweet home."

Standing on the water pipe, Claude calmly pushed away the bright light of the flashlight, and sighed again and again, "It's great, I can already smell the scum here."

Speaking unintentionally, the listener meant it, and Clark instantly thought of the nightmare bottles that the dream witch showed him.

The smile that had just appeared on the face of the god on earth froze, and those blue eyes slightly drooped.

——————Too many things happened tonight, Clark almost forgot that there might be someone suffering under this land at this very moment.

He has participated in that dream, and he has also experienced all kinds of it. After personally experiencing that situation full of suffering and weakness, Clark has never been so eager for a moment to bring to justice the horrible monsters who treat children like this .

"Are you all right, Clark?"

In the dark, Claude shone a flashlight on Clark's face, "If you don't feel well, we can stop for a while."

The moment he was illuminated by the light, Clark's complexion returned to normal.

"You have to get out of the way," he whispered.

Claude:?

Without giving his human colleagues a chance to react, Clark said "offended" and grabbed his collar again, falling to the first floor of the abandoned factory.

After putting the opponent aside safely, the god on earth half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his right hand, pressed it on the thick concrete slab in a normal way, and then exerted force in a normal way.

——————As the line of the arm gradually stretched, Superman’s wide palm slowly sank, and the concrete creaked and screamed, and the spider web-like cracks spread rapidly, like a mouth that opened and closed .

"Does pinching concrete feel like pinching a slime with a brittle sound?"

Claude suggested slowly beside him.

"You should actually start a Youtube voice-activated therapy video."

Clark withdrew his hand, dumped the shattered concrete fragments aside, and looked at him helplessly.

"Being an oil pipe owner will make a lot of money. How deep is it?" Claude also tried to fish for a handful of broken concrete, then withdrew his hand, "How many feet?"

"Very deep." The Kryptonian frowned and replied seriously, "Wait for me."

Claude:? ? ?

Before he had time to stop it, the god on earth kicked his feet, suspended above the concrete slab, then accelerated violently, and pressed down hard!

As the soft red cloak fluttered into the smoke, the stones produced by the small explosion splashed out, splashing the head and face of the human colleagues squatting next to the pit.

Claude: "..."

However, this is just the beginning, not the end. The sound of Superman punching and kicking against the concrete keeps drifting out of the hole, like a happy husky and Labrador crossbreeding the soil—a little bit of blood can do it This kind of thing doesn't come out.

"I got through! It's so dark here."

Once at the bottom, Clark called out over the hole.

His voice also slightly echoed in the deep underground cave, making the god of the world purse his lower lip uncomfortably.

If the concrete slab before was enough to make Clark suspicious, he didn't feel the paradox here until he actually fell into the tunnel behind the concrete.

The well-mannered human colleague did not respond, Clark floated suspiciously back above the hole, and looked at the disgraced former.

Clark: *innocent*

Claude coughed and pulled the stone out of his hair in front of Clark.

"Good job." He said sincerely.

Clark smiled apologetically at his colleagues, with a guilty expression and a guilty conscience.

As compensation, he took the initiative to reach out and hold the other party firmly into the pothole. Then he took out the communicator and sent a message to Batman to report the situation.

Within 1 minute, the message from the other party came back with a simplicity that reassured Clark.

[Go and come back quickly. ———BW]

Squeezing the smile off his face, Clark put the communicator back into his uniform pocket, and looked at his human colleagues who were quietly waiting aside.

"I'm sorry," said the God on Earth softly, "for keeping you waiting."

"It's okay." Claude's blue-green eyes flashed behind the lens, "It's also good to have a little more time for mental preparation."

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly stretched out a pale palm to Superman who was crowded in the small space.

Clark:?

He is not unfamiliar with this action. As an alien who has lived in the human world for many years, Clark certainly knows what it is.

—————Humans call this action a "handshake".

"Uh………"

The little reporter blinked at a loss, then couldn't help smiling, and held Claude's outstretched hand, "Okay? Happy cooperation."

In the current environment, the gesture of "shaking hands" is a bit strange. As a Kryptonian, Clark can fully feel that the cool body temperature of Claude is tightly embedded in his fingers where the light cannot shine. The trembling heartbeat of human beings passed through the skin to the Kryptonians without reservation.

From the sound of the heartbeat, Clark identified the frequency of "fear".

But Claude said nothing.

He just nodded, turned on the flashlight again, and walked to the front of the cave.

The air content in the cave was a little thin, Clark held his breath actively, and followed Claude's thin back to the depths of the cave.

————— Neither Clark nor Claude could see that above the head of the god on earth, a phantom of a snow-white feather suddenly shattered, and the flame-like light spot also disappeared in the endless sky in an instant. in the dark.

Darkness swallowed their shadows again.