Those years when I was the mayor [comprehensive British and American]

"Take a good rest." Carl withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Liz.Those eyes were gentle, as if he wasn't the one who leaked his killing intent last second.

"Ah."

Seeing that Liz was indifferent, Carl was not angry. After covering her with the quilt, he closed the door and walked out.

Clark was walking up the stairs, and the two looked at each other again.Only this time, there is no barrier.

"Who are you?" Clark wondered, "Why do you... look exactly like me?"

Facing those blue eyes with pure doubts, Karl's expression was slightly gloomy.

Although when he saw his mother Martha, he was more or less aware that he might meet himself in this world, but he didn't expect that it would come so soon.

Once, Bruce used the stolen Kryptonian technology to bring Clark Kent from another time and space, trying to defeat himself with Superman from another world. Unfortunately, the technology he stole was not stable, and connecting the two worlds is not a thing Simple things, after just a few minutes, all the energy to maintain Clark Kent's appearance was exhausted, and Bruce's hopes were shattered again before they could decide the winner.

That painful blow did not make Bruce despair. After he escaped by chance, he disappeared again, looking for a way to overthrow his rule.

Carl didn't care about Bruce's jumping, but from then on, he became wary of himself.

In this world, no, in the infinite multiverse world, only he himself is his enemy, the only threatening force.

How naive Clark Kent was in the old days, he knew all too well.As long as any force incites him and tells him that he is on the side of justice and can save the people, he will definitely be shaken and join.He hasn't lost enough things, he hasn't experienced deep enough grief, he still doesn't understand the true face of this world, and he still can't see clearly that there are more demons and executioners hidden among the people he protects.

Clark didn't understand why the person across from him looked at him like that.

It seemed sad, nostalgic, and painful... That kind of complex emotion made Clark frown, and he stroked his heart. For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest.

And the moment Clark lowered his head, he missed the flash of killing intent in Carl's eyes.

"What are you doing?" Martha came in from the outside and saw the two people standing on the stairs facing each other.Thought they had a conflict.

"It's okay, Martha." Carl smiled, walked down, patted Clark on the shoulder, and said, "You are Martha's son Clark Kent, right? Hello, I'm Albert, nice to meet you. "

"Hello." Clark was led by Karl and walked down together.

Seeing that the two of them looked normal, Martha didn't say anything more.But she was somewhat puzzled in her heart, why did she suddenly become nervous when she saw the appearance of the two of them just now, subconsciously thinking that they were confronting each other?

Maybe I was too nervous during this time.

Martha said comfortingly.

"I brought Albert and Liz back as guests at home, you have to treat them well!" Martha said.

"I know, Mom." Clark looked helplessly at Martha's warning eyes: "I will take good care of them."

"Don't forget what I told you before, help them find that bastard who hurt Liz!"

"I will, Mom." Clark put his arms around Martha's shoulders and said, "I promise you, and you have to promise me, let me do this, don't participate, don't make me worry, okay?

Martha smiled unconsciously when she met her son's concerned eyes. "good."

The two mothers and sons here are enjoying themselves happily, but Carl's expression on the other side is inexplicable.

Clark turned his head, facing Carl's unrepentant expression.

There was more doubt in his heart.

Why does Albert look... so weird?What's with that nostalgic look?

Clark was full of doubts, but he would not speak to Martha.Carl would not speak, he knew his character well.Clark Kent and their mother from two different worlds sat down for a simple but heartwarming dinner.

After packing up, Martha went back to the room to rest. Seeing that Karl seemed to be going back to the room, Clark stopped him in time.

"Wait." Seeing that Carl's footsteps stopped, Clark stepped forward and said, "Shall we talk?"

"Where are you going?" Carl asked.

"Warehouse." Clark said.

In the warehouse, Karl casually leaned against a corner of the wall, his expression indifferent, not at all as gentle as before in front of Martha.

At this moment, his face was stern, and black shadows covered his whole body, making the corners of his eyes cast a layer of coldness.

Facing Carl with such a big gap between front and back, Clark's heart froze.

For some reason, he always had a bad feeling.

"Who are you?" Clark said, "There is no one else here. Now, you can answer this question."

Carl's mouth hooked slightly: "Can't you see it?"

"I saw it, your appearance is the same as mine, don't you too?..."

The fool actually knew how to keep it. Carl raised his eyebrows, and his evaluation of his other self in this world was slightly higher, but except for the value of force, everything else was still negative: "Yes." Carl nodded.

Seeing him admit it, Clark's expression did not relax.

"Why did you appear here? Who are you? What is your purpose?" He asked: "And the injured Ms. Liz, is she also a Kryptonian? Is the person who injured you an invasion from outside the earth?" who?" A series of doubts shrouded Clark's mind. If Albert is really a Kryptonian who can break through his defenses and hurt people, then the strength of the enemy is self-evident.Could it be another General Zod?This is not good news.The last battle with General Zod left the metropolis devastated, causing countless casualties.This time, how much blood and sacrifices will the foreign invaders bring to this world?

"You shouldn't be here!" Clark's expression became more and more serious, and the stones under his feet seemed to be pulled by some kind of traction, gradually floating up.

Carl looked at him without changing his expression. "Martha will be in no danger, I promise."

Clark's aura didn't increase any more. He looked at Carl. He didn't know why. Although this person seemed to be shrouded in mystery, he still trusted him inexplicably.This favorability may be due to their identical looks, perhaps, because of his closeness and love for Martha.

"I trust you for now." As soon as Clark's voice fell, the pressure in the air suddenly disappeared.

Karl patted his clothes indifferently, the walls and stones around him were cracked layer by layer, but he was unharmed.