I become light in American comics

Metropolis, early next morning.

A new day still starts with a fast pace of life. People in a hurry embark on a new day's busy journey, and the hustle and bustle of the city never stops. Warm sunlight shines on the forest of iron and glass. The passing vehicles look like a trickling river when viewed from a high altitude, and the bustling intersection emits a faint sound of horns.

Clark Kent, in a suit and tie, bought a cup of coffee from a cart on the street. When he passed by the uncle's newsstand, he smiled and waved good morning. A taxi honked its horn behind him, and the driver stuck his head out and yelled, "You don't have eyes?" He was so shocked that his hands shook suddenly, and the coffee he had just taken a sip fell into a puddle on the ground.

Seven fifty-five. With only five minutes left before going to work, Clark hurriedly rushed into the door of the Daily Planet. As a result, his suitcase was caught in the automatic door, the lid of the suitcase opened, and the contents spilled onto the floor.

He hurriedly stuffed documents, lunch, apples, and photos of his father's farm in Kansas into his suitcase, and hurried to the elevator in the lobby that was about to close. However, unfortunately, he stepped on some water on the ground. The young reporter immediately lost his balance and slid forward helplessly. He happened to be stuck at the moment when the elevator was closing, and his nose hit the cold elevator door.

He got up in a panic and pressed the elevator button again, only to have his suitcase click open again. The contents were splashed all over the floor again. The little reporter squatted down in a mess and started picking it up again, seemingly not noticing that his poor apple rolled away from his feet and was picked up by a passing cleaner and hid it in his pocket.

Several ladies in the hall giggled at his Chaplin-like antics. Clark lifted up his small suitcase, adjusted his glasses, scratched his head sheepishly, and waved to the ladies honestly.

Carla was silent for a while after seeing this scene.

"I'm starting to kind of understand why a pair of glasses can make people not recognize Carl as Superman."

"Me too." Shen You crossed his arms and nodded.

Da Chao's secret identity disguise is certainly attributed to his glasses, but his acting skills also account for a large part. He played the image of Clark Kent, a country bumpkin, clumsy, bitten by dogs and hit by cars when he went out, into the hearts of the people. He is completely different from Superman in temperament.

It seems that I can be forgiven for not recognizing that these two are the same person.

At noon, they finally sat down at a dinner table.

"Ah!? You are the one. That one"

Clark's eyes widened and he looked at Shen You in disbelief.

"Oh my god, I only saw that you have a huge amount of energy, but I didn't expect that you are actually the 'Ultraman'?"

"Yes, yes, I told you, Shen You is super awesome!" Carla said with a look of admiration.

"I've heard about it too." Clark's eyes seemed to be shining when he looked at Shen You, "The first one was about the starfish, right? That super-large alien invader.

And then there was the dream! You can actually enter a dream? You saved them all from an endless nightmare and more importantly inspired them all.

Then came the tsunami. I watched the video on YouTube, and I saw you pushing the tsunami back. I thought I was omnipotent before."

"Uh, thank you."

"No, I should say thank you." Clark showed a sincere expression, "You may not have known me before, but you don't know how much help you gave me."

Shen You raised his eyebrows.

Have it?

"I was always confused before," Clark said. "Before I came to the Metropolis, my parents told me that they understood my desire to release myself and fully supported it. But they also warned me that once I let the world see The truth is that there is no turning back.

I also quickly understood that they were right. Because I am different from the people around me. I am an outsider. I grew up here, but I don’t belong here.

When I was a child, I would often look up at the stars and ask my parents over and over again, are there others? Maybe like me, maybe they also come from the stars, somewhere in this world."

Then Clark laughed.

Showing the most sincere and sunny smile.

"Then I saw you," he said, "and you let me know that my guess was right and that I was really not alone.

Not only that, you also used your actions to answer the question that has always confused me - how do I let the world see myself, and how should I use these abilities.

From the first moment I saw you, I couldn't help but feel excited in my heart, as if a voice was telling me, this is it! This is what I want!

That’s why I am now, trying to show my face for the first time in my life. They even gave me a name like you, haha."

Shen You: "."

He suddenly had a strange thought: Could it be that people in this world were really inspired by the name Ultraman and that's why they created Superman?

"I came to Metropolis this time for another important matter, or in other words, for a certain terrifying enemy." Shen You said in a deep voice, "His name is Brainiac."

This was the first time Clark heard this name: "What a strange name."

Kara, on the other hand, yelled "Ah" and suddenly became nervous.

"You mean, Brainiac?"

"Kara, you know?" Clark asked.

"Of course, he was a mechanical demon and a living nightmare. I will never forget that day. No."

She bit her lip.

"Even the Kryptonian army is helpless against him. If he comes and he comes to Earth."

"Don't worry, that's what I'm here to discuss."

Shen You said.

"Brainiac's target is not only Earth civilization, but also the three of us. We are all on his collection list, which is why I came here to warn you. We need to be prepared.

But don’t worry too much. I may have had an inkling of his invasion plan. There is a mole within humanity, and someone secretly reached some agreement with Brainiac to help him capture the Kryptonians. "

Clark immediately thought of what happened last night and asked in surprise: "General Lane?"

"I thought the same thing yesterday. But I went to the base to check last night, and it wasn't him. There was no trace of Brainiac there."

Shen You narrowed his eyes.

"But I think I know who it is."

Metropolis Overpass, Lex Luthor sat in the back seat of his stretch Lincoln, answering the phone.

"Of course, I know you are right. You don't need to say more. I am indeed the top scientific genius in the world. But you still have to be more open and honest before I will consider the possibility of cooperation.

But you're right about the 'Superman' thing. What did I underestimate about him? ‘Krypton Ripton’? Does this word have any meaning?

Why do you keep repeating it."

Lex Luthor is losing patience.

"I said, I need more honesty, I need more information. Yes, 'Brainiac,' your name, I already know that. But I need to know more. Where are you from? And more important."

".What on earth are you!?"

At the same time, Shen You, whose super hearing was locked on Luther the whole time, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It's you, bald man.

Got you.