People with superpowers are not superheroes [Comprehensive + British and American]

"This Qi or something..."

"Qimu Kusuo, boss." Moxi immediately added.

"Oh, whatever."

It was just an ordinary person, and Luther didn't care.For him, the only things worth paying attention to in this world are himself, Superman, and... what it takes to defeat Superman.

Same now.

"Go and investigate, sort out his relationship with Clark, and the reports about Clark after the two of them met."

He has always been very interested in that little reporter who is submissive in every interview but writes sharply, especially after being satirized a few times.Lex Luthor loves ordinary humans, and Clark Kent just so happens to be that ordinary person.

The only bad thing is...he understands, but still admires Superman.

Luthor has always believed that any human being who has a deep understanding of Superman should see clearly the hypocrisy under his perfect surface, as well as the danger of this alien.Of course, not all human beings are smart, or it should be said that more than 90.00% of them are ignorant, but Clark is different.

How could Clark, who was able to see through the malice in his own heart and not hesitate to sarcasm in the report, be confused by that alien?

But... now there is a possibility of change.

Luther tapped his fingers on the table.

"Also, make a copy of all the reports that Clark wrote after he met Saiki Kusuo. I want it tomorrow."

"Yes."

Moxi's face was expressionless, but she lamented in her heart - it was already early morning, and the "tomorrow" the boss said was basically equivalent to three hours later, her sleep!

……

Luther's sudden attention is another story. If Saiki's super powers can predict even this...he will definitely not give that photo to Peter, absolutely.

However, now he is still in a state of "ignorance is bliss". Although he experienced a series of horse losses and Batman's inexplicable attention within a day, unexpectedly, he did not bring him too much trouble.

Those superheroes, no matter what their personalities are, are at least good people, and they won't make a big splash about his superpowers.

Well, presumably they will not want to create a world-destroying demon king. Next time they have a chance to warn him, just say that the exposure of his superpowers will make him nervous, and he can't help but want to destroy the world.

So, after receiving Peter's message "The photos have been sent, JJJ agrees to our resignation and gave me a bonus!", he replied with a thumbs up expression in a good mood.

……

Saiki returned to his rented apartment——the one with Clark as his neighbor. Looking at the empty room, he was really stunned for a moment before reacting.

——Clark seems to have said that he will help him move?

Well, he did say before that the two of them might as well move back to that apartment - anyway, they've lived there for six or seven years, and there's nothing wrong with continuing to live there.It just so happens that there is no need to pay the rent here, so as not to waste it.

Clark's words were well-founded, and Saiki agreed after thinking about it,...but his actions were too fast.

Qi Mu complained, what is this guy in a hurry for?

There were no cameras in the left and right rooms - Qi Mu is more allergic to that stuff now, but it's easy to say that there is no one. He confirmed that nothing was left behind, then directly launched teleportation, and returned to the apartment of the two.

"Qimu, are you back?"

"what."

Qi Mu responded, looked around the room, and found with satisfaction that his things had been sorted out.

After ten years of getting along, Clark almost didn't need to think about Qi Mu's living habits, and he didn't need to ask Qi Mu for such trivial matters as what should be placed where.

"Thank you."

But the procedures that should be followed still have to be followed, Qi Mu said his thanks.

Clark quietly appeared behind him.

"You are still so polite to me?"

His voice was lower than usual, and his breath was lightly spitting in Qi Mu's ear, which made Qi Mu feel as if he was going to explode instantly.

"speak politely……"

Qi Mu was frowning and wanted to distance himself, but Clark's arms, tougher and stronger than steel, had already encircled him.

Qi Mu struggled a little, but he didn't move - although he didn't exert much force, Clark had never held him so strongly.

holding him? ——This phrase is weird enough for Clark and him. He is not one of those ladies who are waiting for Superman to save him. Moreover, the strength Clark is using now would cause most people to be strangled from their chests.

"what happened?"

What is this guy stimulated by?Thinking of this, Qi Mu guessed: "Justice League?"

Could it be that he was under some kind of magic again?No, the shell he put on this guy's brain is still there.

"Justice League? Huh..."

Clark snorted—yes, he actually heard Clark's disdainful laugh.Qi Mu, who had been relatively slow when he couldn't use telepathy, finally found out that there was a problem.

He grabbed Clark's two arms, opened them forcefully, and then turned around... Hey!It's too close!

Although the arms were separated, Clark didn't mean to distance himself at all. He almost pressed Qi Mu with his chest... Oh, thanks to the height difference, "face to face, chest to chest" is unlikely to come true. But he is still very close to Qi Mu, that kind of...cough, well, that kind of distance that is very suitable for kissing.

I was startled by the distance, but Qi Mu quickly came back to his senses and noticed—Clark's eyes were inexplicably dyed red, like a layer of tulle covering his original amazingly blue eyes. Looking at his expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile at the moment, it was dangerous no matter how you looked at it.

"your eyes……"

"My eye? Oh, it's all right."

Clark made a sudden effort, threw Saiki onto the sofa next to him, and pressed himself up while he was stuck in it.

Qi Mu was very upset - it was easy for him to break free, but judging by the guy's unsure of what to do now, the two of them might fight.

He doesn't want to tear down the house yet.

"What's wrong with you?"

Clark smiled shortly: "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

--what?

In the next second, Qi Mu's eyes darkened, and Clark pressed his waist, and he bent down.

The moment his lips were bitten, Qi Mu calmed down.

"You don't think I can't speak if you gag me?"

He opened his eyes rather unsightlyly, staring directly into Clark's eyes, and said telepathically.

Even Clark, who was obviously mentally ill, had a momentary rift.

He relaxed a little: "You..."

"What am I?"

Qi Mu sneered, pinched Clark by the neck, and threw him to the ground with his backhand.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Qi Mu asked him condescendingly.