Erberist and Bucky looked at each other in silence for a long time, and finally, Erberist put down the hand that was holding Bucky, and said in a cold tone, "I won't allow you to hurt yourself at will in the future, do you hear me?"

He was almost pissed off by Bucky's stubbornness.

Do it if you disagree, or do it to yourself, why didn't you find that he was so cruel to yourself before?

Bucky nodded obediently, and looked down at his mechanical arm: "I don't want it anymore."

Erberist was so angry that he exploded: "...wait."

He immediately disappeared from Bucky's face, reappeared after a while, and put a long box on the table, which contained a metal arm. Because it hadn't had time to paint, it showed the brightness of the metal itself. silver.

Because he was in a bad mood, Erberist's tone was a bit blunt: "I haven't sprayed the color yet, you can choose what style you want."

Bucky thought about this sentence for a while, and came to a conclusion: "You did this yourself?"

Erberist: "..."

Oops.

He looked at Bucky's gradually brightening eyes and scolded himself silently in his heart.

It made you angry, and when you get angry, you can't control yourself. It's okay now, let's expose it!

Erberist calmly avoided Bucky's eyes: "I originally wanted you to install this tomorrow and assign a task as a test." He said, "Are you sure you want to use it now?"

Bucky nodded.

Erberist removed Bucky's original robotic arm and fitted him with a new one.Possessing magic is a very convenient thing. At least at this time, Erberist does not need an assistant at all, and he can complete this task by himself.

After installing it, Bucky tried to move around.

"How does it feel?" Erberist asked from the sidelines.

He is confident that his skills and level will not be inferior to that of Hydra, but after all, it is the first time to do this kind of thing, so he is still a little nervous.

"Very good." Bucky looked at his arm and barely expressed his feelings: "It's more flexible than the last one."

That means it's at least half the battle.Erberist thought for a while, and threw a stack of papers to Bucky: "Instruction manual, take a look at this, and use them tomorrow." Added some small but powerful bombs.

Bucky took the stack of papers and found that they were printed papers, he couldn't help but hang his head for a while.

Oberis

Te ignored him and said, "I'll tell you tomorrow's mission in advance, and you can arrange it however you want, but one thing to note is that you can't kill people." He narrowed his eyes, and repeated it again in a low tone: "Now, You can't kill yet."

If Bucky recovers his memory, he must have his own criteria for judging who can be killed and who should not be killed, but at this stage, he is generally not out of the category of killing machines. take the risk.

Once Bucky's actions are recorded, it will be a blow to his heroism in the future, the people will condemn him, and the government will guard against him- oh, sorry, it's like they haven't been guarding against this all the time Human beings with extraordinary powers.

It was an order, and Bucky accepted it without objection.

"Then, see you tomorrow." Alberist had managed to recover his mood, nodded at Bucky, and then quickly disappeared in front of him.

……

"Well, hello, this is the coffee you want..."

Clark distributed coffee to his colleagues one by one. When someone said thank you to him, he smiled shyly, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Hey, Louise, that guy is so cute, isn't he?" A black-skinned, well-built female reporter elbowed the brunette beside her and said teasingly.

The brunette standing next to her is equally beautiful, with a perfect body and a pretty face enough to be a Playboy cover model; at the same time, she exudes a capable and composed demeanor, reminding people that she is not nothing A vase, but a war reporter who retreated to the second line.

Louise was noncommittal about this: "I don't care, I just hope he doesn't hold me back on the first day."

They were talking, and Clark came over with the last two cups of coffee: "Miss Grant, Miss Lane," he looked very reserved and embarrassed, and when he walked towards them, he tripped over a colleague's chair and almost threw him Coffee spilled: "I'm sorry, I'm... I'm clumsy."

"It's okay." The dark-skinned beauty took the coffee in his hand and winked at Clark: "We're all colleagues now, just call us by our names from now on."

"Okay, okay!" Clark said nervously, "Kate and... Louise." He glanced at the serious Louise.

Louise didn't go to pick up the coffee in his hand: "The interview task assigned by Perry is in the afternoon. Have you prepared the materials?"

"I'm ready!" Clark hurriedly took out a small notebook from his pocket, and handed it to Louise: "I've written everything on it." He said nervously.

Louise took it over, looked at it twice, and then looked at Clark again.The writing is pretty good. For a newcomer, this is not the same as his dress and temperament, she thought, but didn't show them: "There will be a lot of people at the press conference in the afternoon, remember to follow me closely."

Clark looked solemn: "I will!"

"Also," Louise glanced at the coffee in Clark's hand and raised an eyebrow, "You should keep a cup for yourself, small town boy." After she finished speaking, she walked away on her high heels, leaving only one for Clark. back view.

Clark looked at her back in a daze and didn't make a sound.

"Look silly, little boy?" Kate burst out laughing: "Don't worry about it, she is that kind of person, you know, she doesn't say anything, but she actually cares about others."

The afternoon interview that Louise said arrived soon, and Clark followed Louise into the hall of the venue, followed by the photographer Jimmy who was traveling with him this time.He was a lively young man with red hair, about Clark's age.

It was the first time for Clark to come to this kind of place, and he couldn't help but look around nervously.

"Hey, don't worry, buddy." Jimmy poked him with the other free elbow, holding the camera on one shoulder: "Louis won't let you get ahead of this session, you're just here to visit, take it easy. "

Clark smiled shyly at him and thanked him.

After a while, the press conference was held as scheduled.

Lex Luthor walked up to the stage and greeted everyone with a smile: "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."

Clark watched him talk freely from the audience.

In all fairness, Lex Luthor is the pleasing type to look at.There are some rough factors inherited from his father in his body, but more of the handsomeness from his mother, with elegance and good upbringing in every gesture.

Just looking at him like this, Clark couldn't imagine that this seemingly very sunny and fair person was secretly doing illegal business.

Yes, although Clark's ability has not yet reached its peak and is still growing, his hearing can already cover the entire metropolis.Every day as long as he lets go of his hearing, countless voices will enter his ears, bringing him countless messages.Clark then uses his super brain to organize and classify them, turning them into pieces that exist in the big

Intelligence in the head.

He didn't do it often, and sometimes it made him feel a shameful sense of voyeurism; but when he did, he got news about Lex Luthor.

For example, he knew that just tonight, the Lex Group would secretly transport a group of mutants who were smuggled over.

Clark chose to stop without hesitation.

But he is hesitating in what capacity he should do this.He had learned his identity, the honor and symbol of his family, and the uniform in the Fortress of Solitude in the North Pole.

But he hasn't decided whether to wear it or not.

Clark hesitates to be a hero.No, he's not hesitating about being a hero, it's a matter of time, he's just afraid that he's not good enough, afraid that he's not ready yet.

The scene where Jonathan was almost swept away by the hurricane was still clearly imprinted in Clark's mind, and he always remembered what Jonathan said.

"You're immature, kid," he said. "If you're going to wear this, at least you need to make sure no one gets hurt."

Although Jonathan didn't say it, Clark also knew that this "someone" included himself.

Every father is selfish, even if Jonathan is just Clark's adoptive father, even if they are not related by blood, even if they are not even genetically the same - but he still does not want Clark to be harmed, any harm, including physical and mental of.

Even though Clark knew it wasn't possible—heroes always come with blood and sacrifice—he still tried to be the best he could be, and he didn't want his parents to feel bad because of him.

Now, looking at the red and blue uniform, facing the huge "S" on the chest, Clark thought to himself:

Is he ready?

A van with an L on it drives by in the suburbs.

They had been inspected before, and the inspector found that there were some high-tech materials and parts commonly found in the trucks of the Rex Group, so they did not continue to open the boxes inside and waved them to pass.

There are two people sitting in the driver's seat and the co-pilot in the front of the car. They are all muscular, with tattoos on their arms.

At this time, the man in the driver's seat said: "The quality of the goods this time is good, and it may fetch a high price."

The co-pilot laughed: "Yeah, I don't know how the group of people who traded with us managed to get Lai

The car and formalities of the Max Group, which helped us a lot. "

Because of the money Lex Group handed over to the country every year, the government has always turned a blind eye to it.It is much safer and more convenient for them to transport "goods" than before.

At this time, the two drivers suddenly felt that there seemed to be some unusual sounds and shaking coming from the carriage behind.

The two drivers looked at each other, then slowly stopped the car vigilantly, took out two heavy machine guns from under the seat, quietly walked to the front of the car, and then opened the door violently.

With the faint light on the side of the road, the two drivers could see three strange-looking people entangled in a strange posture in the dim compartment.

One of the men was wearing black clothes, gray trousers, and a black hood, and he also wore a particularly large pair of black windproof glasses used by pilots, which completely covered his entire face;

The other was covered under a black cloak, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman;

The third is even more amazing.Yes, he did not cover himself as tightly as the previous two, and he even dressed quite coolly, except for the red cloak behind him, there was basically nothing left.But, but!Who the hell have you ever seen someone with green skin?And he has a face that is not human at all!

It looked like they were fighting before, but now, because of the arrival of the two drivers, the three of them temporarily stopped the melee.Three strange guys and two drivers holding heavy machine guns stood quietly together, like a world-famous painting.

Two drivers: "..."

Fuck, what the hell is this magical combination.

The author has something to say: Two drivers: Why are these three people so weird?

Clark/Nightcrow/Martian Manhunter: No, you misunderstood, we are not human at all

Clark's skin has a reference to "Superman: Man of Tomorrow"

Prepare Oreos for Uncle Jiong!

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