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

The sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds, and the engulfed clouds gave off an orange light.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a round fireball that dyes the entire metropolis red.

The ashes after burning kept falling from the clouds, and under the cover of the floating dust was a hideous and terrifying scorched black.A city once stood upon those ruined walls, but now it is nothing but rubble and buried ruins.

Those screams added a powerful stroke to this heavy day.At the moment when the green smoke and red light intertwined, the lives of 10,000+ people in the metropolis ended.

Rainwater hit his cheeks and slowly slid down.The pain of suffocation swept through his body, and a red figure stepped out from the nuclear explosion.

His figure is upright, and his expression is majestic and resolute.As usual, even if it was difficult to fight mountains and seas of fire, or cruel natural disasters and man-made disasters, it did not leave the slightest damage to his body.

But those originally simple and optimistic eyes disappeared.

The light blue eyes were cold and deep, and the pain hidden deep in the pupils made him look particularly oppressive.

He gradually approached him...

Powerless rage, endless remorse, and the pain in my heart that can't be eliminated no matter what...

Bruce knew that the person he regarded as a companion had passed away, replaced by the existence that kept him vigilant.

When people who could influence Superman died one after another, when the city where Superman placed his attention and affection disappeared.When the connection of this outsider on the earth is completely erased overnight, will Superman still be that compassionate, tolerant, simple and innocent boy from a small town?

Bruce knew the answer, and his heart sank instantly.

When scarlet permeated the man's eye sockets, and when scorching heat and stinging pain swept over his body, Bruce's body couldn't help but tremble.

Not out of fear, but deep concern.

His former friend has become the ruler, the judge... The object he once wanted to sacrifice his life for survival has become a ruthless and cruel executioner.

Superman has fallen into the darkness, lost his way and fell into the abyss with him, besides those partners of the Justice League, there is also this world.

The two stood facing each other, no, to be precise, Superman was floating in mid-air.

He looked down at him, eyes full of resentment and hatred.

When the hot gaze completely penetrated his body, the severe pain stimulated the nerves, and Bruce's back seemed to be pierced by ten thousand scorching sharp knives, wave after wave, endlessly.

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Liz didn't know what dream he was having. His hands grabbed the bed sheet vigorously, and his brows furrowed, adding an indelible shadow to his handsome face.

Looking at it like this, I knew it wouldn't be a good dream.Liz leaned over and touched the back of his neck. The temperature there had dropped a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the medicine in the fantasy town works well, it is also a bit of a pain to take.Especially the high-level specific medicines have a stronger effect.This LV99 medicine, which can almost bring the dead back to life and treat all trauma, was drawn by Liz in the lucky house. She has never used it, so she doesn't know what kind of side effects it will have if it is taken by someone.

His body was very hot just now, as if he was about to burn. Although the temperature has dropped now, his clothes have been completely wet with sweat, and his whole body seems to be scooped out of the water.Liz took off his clothes to prevent him from catching a cold while still recovering from serious injuries.I wanted to use warm water to wipe the solidified blood on his body, but there was no water here.

Liz covered him with the quilt, fearing that he would repeat himself at night, so she stayed aside and did not leave.

When the sun came in from the windowsill the next day, Bruce slowly opened his eyes.

The soft light is not dazzling, and from the corner of the open window sill, there is also a faint, fresh smell mixed in gradually.

With just one glance, Bruce knew where he was now.

Clark Kent, no, to be precise, is the former home of Kal-El.

He thought Karl had abandoned it three years ago, but he didn't expect him to take care of it.

But when Bruce pushed himself up to sit up, he suddenly realized his mistake.

——the person lying at the end of the bed.

Long black hair fell down, covering her cheeks.

But from her figure, Bruce felt a touch of familiarity.

Everything before coma kept flickering in his mind. When all his thoughts and reason returned, his body froze and his expression became profound.

Liz seemed to feel something, her hand moved, and touched it through the quilt.

Hmm...flat...?

its not right!

What about people? !

Liz, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up, opened her eyes abruptly, and looked up to see a person who had already sat up.

"Huh..." Liz breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Are you okay?"

Her appearance has not changed in any way, it is indeed Liz Yefurt's appearance, but why did she come back from the dead?And... Bruce's left leg curled up, his fingertips caressing his upper knee.

If memory serves me correctly, his left knee had been completely smashed by Kal-El, and his back and spine were burned and broken.

Originally, he should have no chance to stand up again in this life, but now...

It's only been one night, not to mention the injuries from Karl's beating, even the old diseases accumulated from fighting and years of training in the past seem to have been completely eliminated.

He felt more relaxed than ever.

Such abilities and methods... Bruce was already sure at this moment that the person in front of him was definitely not the Liz he knew.

After a long silence, Bruce said, "I'm fine."

His voice was low and cold, but Liz didn't mind.

"That's great."

She smiled, a smile Bruce hadn't seen in a long time.

Clean and clear, with curved brows and eyes, carrying an ironic warmth.

The more people are in the dark, the easier it is to be attracted by the sun.Want to own, or want to tear up and destroy, this is the instinct of people like them.

Bruce is no exception.

The original Liz was also such a woman.It has a delicate and beautiful appearance and a calm and gentle atmosphere.She is very clean, this kind of cleanliness refers to the feeling emanating from the heart, it seems that as long as you stay by her side, all the hustle and bustle will be wiped out.No wonder that guy Barry liked to stay with her so much. Because of this, he was often beaten by Clark during training...

However, the Clark Kent in memory has long since disappeared.

He lowered his eyes, his expression became a little strange.

"What's wrong with you? Is there still something uncomfortable?" Liz, who had been paying attention to him, was a little worried. Could it be a side effect?

"No, I'm fine." In just a second, Bruce restrained his emotions, and he quickly returned to his previous calm appearance.But facing her concerned look, he still explained: "I just thought of some past events."

"Yeah." Liz nodded clearly, without asking further: "Then you can take a rest."

"No, I still have something to do." Bruce rejected her offer neatly, but he didn't get out of bed right away, because he noticed his nakedness under the quilt as early as when he was awake.

"Is there a change of clothes here?"

Not really here.But Liz couldn't let him run around naked, so she took out the clothes from her warehouse, and reminded System 33 to remove the products from the online store.

After handing him the clothes, Liz walked out, and when she closed the door, she saw hideous scars from the corner of her eye.

Although those marks were gradually disappearing, her heart still twitched heavily. For some reason, the sockets of her eyes were sore, and the tears rolled down uncontrollably.

She covered her nose and hurried out.

With a snap, the door was shut.

Bruce picked up the suit, fingers rubbing its fabric.

Soft and close to the body, but the hardness is comparable to Adamantium alloy.

This is exactly the same as those casual clothes of Karl.

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When Liz went downstairs, her mood was calmer. God knows that when she took off his clothes for him yesterday and saw the bloody body, she almost burst into tears.

How much perseverance and endurance a person should have in order to retain consciousness in such a severe injury.

The strong desire for life moved Liz, and the forbearance and pain hidden behind this tenacity made her sad.

Liz's world is pure, like a blank sheet of paper.The fantasy town is like a fairy tale world imagined by people. There has never been such a dangerous thing in it. The big news in the town that has lasted for half a year is that Uncle Dries accidentally broke his leg when he went up the mountain.

But she didn't expect to come here. In less than two days, she experienced the explosion attack and such terrible injuries.

Although Liz didn't know this man's past, and couldn't judge his good and evil, she knew that the one who hurt others like this must not be a good person.

Broken spine, leg bones, burning back... Liz frowned, as long as she thought of this cruel | method, she couldn't help feeling disgusted in her heart.

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