Marvel Nephalem

Clark, who watched James leave, walked into Anne's office, put the coffee in his hand on the table, and said: "Think about what to do next. He must be thinking about how to give the Clinton Group a bigger blow at the moment. Maybe today It will be implemented later."

"I know."

Annie took a sip of coffee. Sitting at her desk, she straightened her waist, but she looked strong on the outside but weak on the inside, listless.

It wasn't until she finished drinking the coffee that Annie looked up at Clark and said angrily: "It's a pity that I can't think of it, dear dad."

Clark could hear the hidden emotions in Anne's words. After living two lifetimes, he could certainly feel the irritability caused by mental and physical exhaustion. He sat on the table and messed up Anne's hair despite her resistance, until his daughter almost became angry. Then he said: "I know someone who can handle this kind of thing with ease, and can make the little four-eyes pretending to be gentle cry for mother."

"Who"

As soon as Annie asked this question, she realized who Clark had to be, and immediately stood up and refused in a low voice: "I will not invite that old pervert."

"My silly daughter, he may be an old pervert, but he will definitely be on your side."

When Clark heard the words "old pervert" and thought of the wonderful performance between Joey in front of him, he could directly guess how he deceived the little girl at that time. He smiled and said: "He is not someone who will let go easily. Unless he volunteers."

"You are saying that he took the initiative to give up his position for eight years to me because he was not afraid of being exposed and scandal would affect the company and his personal reputation."

Annie laughed and teased her lion daddy. It wasn't until she saw the unwavering affirmation in Clark's eyes that she asked with some disappointment: "Then...why did he do this?"

Clark pushed Annie back to his seat. He could understand Annie's sense of accomplishment when she defeated the old strong man, and the loss when she discovered the truth. He said softly: "Joy may have been an out-and-out A businessman does not mean that he has no sense of mission. His sense of mission comes from one person."

Clark said, pointing to the wall behind Annie.

There is a portrait of a woman hanging between the two windows, Liv Hathaway.

Anne looked at the portrait and guessed it in her heart, but she didn't make it clear in her mouth. She said in a roundabout way: "You mean he is very loyal to my mother."

"Yes." Clark's mind once again flashed back to the jealousy, resentment, pain and regret that Joey showed when he was exposed in the ward, and he said noncommittally: "I gave her my heart, of course she is very loyal. "

"Oh my god..." Anne's eyes moved back and forth on the portraits of Clark and Liv Hathaway, and she smiled dryly at Clark: "You're angry."

"No." Clark immediately denied it and said without changing his face or heartbeat: "I don't remember anything about the past, let alone the losers. Sympathy for the losers is an excellent quality that a gentleman should possess."

This sentence not only made Annie laugh, but the system that had been peeking at the screen was also amused: "Host, you are so shameless. You are shameless and can act well."

Annie slapped Clark's hand on her head away, smoothed her hair and stood up, saying, "Okay, I'll go ask him. I hope he can do something."

"No need." Clark, who was always cold and not funny outside, could always appear funny and humorous in front of Annie. He picked up his mobile phone and looked for Joey Bode's number. He smiled and said, "Joy, this old boy, although I haven't been around for a long time." Long, but I already have some understanding. If you take the initiative to invite him, he will be arrogant. "

"Proud"

Annie looked at her father who suddenly became wise in front of her in disbelief. She had never thought that her father had such a strong insight.

At this time, Joey had already connected, and his sarcastic voice directly reminded Anne of the proud face of this fat, greasy, and wretched old man: "Ah~ Mr. Kent, why did the monsoon from the Strait of Mexico bring you here? Little darling, please say hello to that old guy who has lost his passion as a man."

When Clark heard this, he said in a deep voice without any emotion: "Stop playing Joey, Annie, we are in some trouble."

"..."

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then Joey's voice rang: "Where are you?"

Clark winked at Annie and then said: "Company headquarters, come quickly."

......

"Honey, who is he, that old guy Clark Kent?"

A pair of bare hands that wished they were covered with jewelry and rings, wandered around Old Joey's neck, and was slapped down by Old Joey.

Obese old Joey climbed off the waterbed, ignored the soft calls of his three beloved wives, wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom that he smashed to pieces a few days ago has been completely renovated. Old Joey looked at the mirror. In the mirror, the old man with saggy cheeks and droopy eyelids had a shining light of wisdom in his cloudy eyes.

He cleaned himself up carefully, went back to the bedroom, put on his suit and tie, and mopped his hair meticulously.

The younger and more favored woman was wrapped in a nightgown on the water bed and asked: "Honey, where are you going to meet the Clinton Group?"

Joey didn't respond, but took out a pistol from the drawer and put it into his suit pocket. He changed his usual wretched demeanor of being addicted to wine and sex, stared at the three women and said word by word: "There are some things you should ask, and some things you shouldn't ask." , you must always remember who I am."

The three women looked at each other with blank faces. Joey Bode's eyes pierced his soul and he stood up with a sneer.

The moment Joey left the room and closed the door, the three young and beautiful beauties looked panicked. The oldest of them, a woman in her 30s, took out her cell phone and found Dennis Luther's number.

What they didn't expect was that the door suddenly opened, and two old bodyguards they had never seen before raised their 9-inch mini submachine gun equipped with a silencer and pulled the trigger on them.

As soon as Dennis, who was far away in New Jersey, connected the phone, he heard a series of bullets whistling mixed with shrill screams.

Dennis, who was at the new base watching the doctor test a new improved enhancer on homeless people, silently left the laboratory and reached the corridor steps. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and silently lit it.

Only then did Joey Bode's voice come from the phone. Different from the mean and arrogant voice in the past, his tone was very calm: "Dennis, there is still a chance to look back now."

Dennis laughed dumbly. He hung up the phone, stamped out his cigarette butts, kneaded the robotic arm and walked into the laboratory with great satisfaction. Looking at the homeless man in the laboratory who punched the steel plate, he said proudly: "Look back. Who needs to look back?”