It's not a superhero, it's a saiyan

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Before he understood what the phrase "Clark is here" meant, poor Peter was put on somersault cloud by Sun Wukong, so that he finally got down to earth again. Soothe his beating heart.

"Phew!" Peter sat on the somersault cloud with weak legs, and instantly remembered the passenger plane that had apparently gone out of control. What was even more frightening was that on the dive route of the plane, there was a city with a population of over 50. .

He made himself look down with some difficulty, but was surprised to find that the airliner was no longer moving away from his sight, and it stopped miraculously.

Yes, the out-of-control airliner stopped its terrible dive and almost stood still, as if he was dreaming, and he couldn't help but pinch himself.

"Ah, it's all right." Sun Wukong also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know the specific tonnage of a large civil aviation airliner, obviously anyone who is not a fool can guess that it is definitely not a weight that can be easily supported, especially The reason is that this plane has stalled and is completely out of control. The force carried by diving down from an altitude of [-] meters must be incredible. With his current strength, there is no guarantee that he can safely rescue this plane.

Such a gap made him clenched his fists, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was like two dancing flames.

"What's going on here?" Peter was really curious at this moment, he never dreamed that such a thing would happen, which made him eager to know what caused all this.

Clark?

Peter thought back to the Clark he knew well. He was a mild-mannered and upright intern reporter wearing unfashionable glasses. He was no different from other young people in New York who had just graduated, had a good academic record and a fighting spirit. .

Although Peter sometimes aspired to be that confident and composed adult, he never felt that there was anything special about Clark.

Well, maybe he's good looking and has a great body, but the feat of saving a jumbo jet that's out of control...

At this time, Sun Wukong directly let somersaulting clouds fly towards the passenger plane, and the passenger plane was already slowly descending, and began to adjust its direction, turning to the nearest airport.

The somersault cloud quickly crossed the sky above the passenger plane and went directly to the bottom of the cabin. Peter only had time to glance at the pale passengers inside the plane, and he saw the hero who saved hundreds of people—someone actually stopped them with flesh and blood. He got off the plane and supported it with both hands to fly to a safe destination.

"Mr. Kent?" Peter said somewhat uncertainly. With his current keen observation ability, he had a strong sense of seeing the hero in front of him, no matter in terms of face shape or figure. A name was rampant in his mind, but when he really When he said it, he realized that his voice sounded like he was uttering a negative word. It was obviously only the difference between wearing glasses or not... Maybe it was more than that?

But really not a lookalike?

"Clark, won't you be discovered like this?" Sun Wukong couldn't detect Peter's entangled mood at this time. He knew that Clark didn't want to reveal his other side to the public, so it was a little strange, "You want me to take the clothes off?" May I lend you to cover your face?" He thought he had a good idea, so he hurriedly told him.

Although Clark was holding up a plane, it didn't seem to make him feel very strenuous: "I will be careful not to leave any images." He glanced at Peter who was already stunned, and even smiled, with a kind of mischief Subtle triumphant, "You take Peter back first, he looks like he needs to rest."

"Then let's go first."

"I..." Peter finally came to his senses and wanted to say something, or he had already stuffed his head with questions, but before he could ask, Monkey King had already flown thousands of meters away with him.

"Hey, what do you want to say?" Sun Wukong turned around and asked belatedly.

Peter opened his mouth: "No, it's nothing." He couldn't help touching the wound on his neck, and let out a soft breath, "I'm really tired today, I really need a good rest...I swear, today's I will never say anything about it.”

"If you say it, Clark will know." Monkey King said.

Peter couldn't help shrinking his neck, oh, this sounds...it doesn't seem surprising at all.

When he returned to the kind New York, Peter couldn't wait to return to his dear uncle and aunt, and even jumped up to give each of them a big hug.He figured he might need to spend a few days at home and think of a less lame excuse to ask for leave that would obviously be taken as a joke if he mutated into Superman.

After filling his stomach, Monkey King finally remembered that he needed to work in the afternoon.

"Well... can I still go to work?" Standing in the living room of the apartment, Sun Wukong looked at the empty refrigerator and thought of this question belatedly. He has not forgotten how crazy those reporters are. Fortunately, the place where he lived is gone.

"Just ask first." Sun Wukong began to look for his mobile phone. There were too many incoming calls before, and his mobile phone seemed to be stuck directly. He couldn't remember where he threw it at all.

After he moved half of the living room and rummaged through it, he finally found the phone in a corner, and after finding it unusable, he put it on his hand and patted it vigorously, and sure enough, it returned to normal soon. used.

After dialing the number of the person in charge, the call that was usually answered quickly came a little later this time.

"Sun... Forget it, I'll call you Kakarot too, it's such a strange name. I don't think I need to introduce myself. As your real boss, I really don't want to hear that you are about to resign. I Did you guess wrong!"

Monkey King asked strangely: "Who are you?"

"..." The person over there seemed to take a deep breath, and said with gritted teeth, "Tony Stark."

"Ah, it's you, that sounds weird from the phone, nothing like it."

"That's really sorry." Stark snorted softly, "So what's the matter with you calling, is the salary of S.H.I.E.L.D. not satisfactory to you?"

"Huh?" Sun Wukong thought for a while and hung up the phone directly. He didn't want to talk to someone who couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Just as he hung up the phone, he found that the screen of the phone flickered and then turned into a black screen again. No matter how much he tapped, he couldn't return to normal.

"broken?"

"It seems that I need to buy a new mobile phone." Clark jumped in directly from the window, took out the glasses in his pocket and put them on, looking the same as in the morning.

"Okay!" Monkey King threw the phone aside, "By the way, is the plane okay?"

Clark nodded. He knew that Sun Wukong wasn't really interested in this topic, so he didn't say anything more.

"You can use my phone if you need it, and it's working fine now."

Unbuttoning his shirt casually, Clark walked directly to the bathroom. Even the hero who rescued a plane full of people obviously couldn't avoid being ruined by the aviation gasoline drifting from the damaged plane.

Monkey King, who was still worried about his work, directly picked up Clark's cell phone, but he soon found that he didn't remember anyone's number at all.

"Clark, that... do you know our phone number?"

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Clark directly reported a series of numbers.

Sun Wukong didn't doubt the accuracy of this string of numbers at all, and he did get through the phone quickly, and this time the person who answered the phone became the original owner of the number.

Regarding Sun Wukong's willingness to continue working, the person in charge agreed without any hesitation, as if he was not worried that this newly released news figure, a possible superhero, would bring trouble to the construction site, and very enthusiastically replaced him. A position with a higher salary is closer to the core part.

The management there is stricter, the employees who work are bound by strict contracts, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will, and Ms. Potts is still in charge directly. Obviously, it is a very good place for a popular figure like Monkey King, at least it can guarantee that no one can enter. People will bother him.

And he still enjoys certain privileges, such as only needing to work half a day a day.

As for today, he got this half-day paid vacation, and Ms. Potts allowed him to report to the new workplace until tomorrow.

After finishing the call, Sun Wukong just wanted to put down his phone when another call came in.

"If it's my call, answer it for me and tell the other party that I'll call back later." Clark's voice came over.

"Good afternoon, Clark, did I bother you, I have some questions I want to discuss with you?" A lady's voice came from the phone.

"I'm not Clark. He's taking a shower now. I'll call you later." Monkey King replied seriously.

The lady was silent for a while: "Excuse me, are you..."

Monkey King blinked: "...I am Monkey King."

"Hi, sorry, I didn't know that Clark lived with other people."

"Oh, I'm going to hang up if you're okay."

"Okay, bye!"

"Goodbye."

"Strange woman." Sun Wukong put down his phone and muttered, he really didn't know how to get along with girls, and the Bulma and Lan Qi he met obviously had no reference value.

"She's a colleague of mine." Clark walked out wearing a towel, and was not in a hurry to answer the phone. "My meeting with Director Fury has some results, and I need you to make a final confirmation. Wait for me." He wiped his hair and walked to the room, ready to change clothes.

"Huh?" Sun Wukong asked strangely, "Do you still need me to confirm, Clark, you just decide, I believe you."

"...Anyway, I'll come out right away." Clark paused, and finally said, "I think at least you can pay attention to your nickname in written texts. Now the media is confusing about your nickname, and there is no consensus yet. God The SHIELD can announce your official title, after all you are the new superhero."

Monkey King is also aware of this problem. The world seems to like to give people nicknames, such as Iron Man and Captain America.

"Why don't you call me by my name?" Sun Wukong asked puzzled, "And I'm not a superhero, I'm a Saiyan."

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Ah, two updates at the moment. The author has lost his IQ recently. He did something stupid yesterday. He couldn’t finish coding the last chapter. He went to the hospital again today, so he will update later.