The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the reception room of the Police Department was already full of people. Although there was still an hour and a half before the opening of the press conference, major media newspapers in the metropolis were already waiting here, trying to get some inside news.

Louis winked at Clark and strode towards the reception staff, while Clark asked another staff member for the direction of the toilet, and turned in the opposite direction when there was no one there.

With the help of super vision, Clark easily dodged the inspectors who were patrolling back and forth, and simply swept past the surveillance area at super speed, and touched the archives room.

He has been to the police station in Metropolis more than once or twice, and he is very familiar with the internal structure, and there are no surprises or dangers along the way.

Unexpectedly, when he finally arrived at the place, there was another problem in front of him.

There are people in the archives.

Clark blinked his eyes, but the person inside looked like a pure black silhouette, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

He reached out and tapped his head, suspecting that the damage to him from the kryptonite had affected his optic nerves.

At this time, Clark's super hearing heard footsteps coming from the corridor on the left, and someone was coming this way.

He looked around, but there was no place to hide.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he completed a series of procedures of opening and entering the house and closing the door at super speed without making any sound.

Before the little reporter could breathe a sigh of relief, a pair of hands suddenly covered his mouth from behind and dragged him out.

Clark was taken aback, and subconsciously softened his face and neck, so as to avoid revealing his identity because of the victim's fracture.

"What are you doing here?" A low and hoarse voice came from behind, the hand holding his neck was firm and strong, and the cold armor sticking to the flesh reminded people of goose bumps.

Clark was relieved, he recognized the voice.

This is Bruce's voice when we first met.

"Bo...don't hurt me, uh." The familiar name almost blurted out, and Clark accidentally bit his tongue because the tone changed too quickly.

Before he could finish speaking, Bruce suddenly dragged him to another place, and Clark heard footsteps again, this time towards the file room.

Bruce dragged him to the innermost part, and then quietly hid behind the file rack at the back.

Two policemen walked in talking and laughing, took some files and left without finding anything unusual inside.

Clark felt that the hand holding his neck loosened, and hurriedly took a pretentious breath.

"You... huh... who are you? What are you doing here?"

But he didn't turn back directly, he didn't want to provoke his good friend in this situation.

"This is not where you should come." Bruce said indifferently.

Clark felt a little uncomfortable. Although the Bruce he knew was a little withdrawn, a bit venomous, and teased him a little bit, but he was a very good person, and he would never use this kind of tone as if he was facing a dead thing. people talk.

"Clark Kent, reporter from Planet Daily, I'm here for an interview." Clark settled down, "What about you? The mysterious Mr. Armor?"

"Go back, reporter, the answer you want is there." Bruce said.

"Do you know what I'm looking for?" Clark turned around quickly, but there was no one behind him.

Clark was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and stood there looking around for a long time but couldn't guess how Bruce left, he was still here a second ago!

After a while, he touched his eyes through the glasses, and decided to return to the fort for a checkup after this matter was over.

When Clark returned to the venue, there were only 15 minutes left before leaving the venue. Louis asked him with his eyes if he found anything. Clark didn't know how to answer, so he had to signal her to go back and talk.

After a while, several police officers filed in, and the spokesperson stood on the rostrum with a very unfortunate expression on his face.

Most of the reporters present heard the wind and held their breath waiting for the news.

"It's very regrettable, although I don't want to announce it like this." Facing the microphone and camera that almost poked his face, the spokesman said with grief, "But on behalf of the Metropolitan Police, I must announce to everyone that in this incident, Superman lied to the public for the sake of his image and reputation."

Clark felt a buzzing in his ears, almost deafened by the sighs, wails, and unbelievable screams of like-minded families in the Metropolis.

There was also a commotion among the visiting reporters, and Clark saw that if someone hadn't pulled him, Jimmy would have thrown the camera and rushed up to question him.

"Listen, listen to everyone." The spokesperson pressed his hand down, "Now we will play the surveillance video of the day when the incident happened. This matter is very clear. Please don't get excited. I believe Superman didn't do this on purpose. of……"

The little police officer on the side turned on the projector according to the instructions, and a clear picture appeared on the big screen.

"I know some people don't want to accept it, but the truth is like this..." The spokesperson turned his back to the screen and continued to talk until the voice exactly like him came from the audio equipment behind him.

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged. No matter who comes for the autopsy, they will only get the answer of suicide and taking poison. The metropolis is a metropolis of human beings. An alien should not try to cover the sky with his hands."

"How's the recording going?"

"Don't worry, I assure you that no one will see that it is a forgery."

The spokesman's face changed drastically, and he stumbled over, "Close it, close it quickly, this is a fake, it was framed by someone."

But who will listen to him now.

The flashing lights kept flashing, and every reporter tried their best to capture the sudden and huge scandal.

"Sir, did you deliberately frame Superman?"

"Sir, who is the person talking to you in the video? Is there some kind of deal between you?"

"Sir, do you imply that the Metropolitan Police Department can cover the sky with one hand?"

……

The spokesperson's face had turned a liver color, his eyes were bloodshot, and he desperately wanted to turn off the projector.

But there are obviously Superman fans among the police officers in the brigade. Clark saw a young police officer quietly stretch out his leg and trip her, causing him to fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have no conscience, I'm a beast!"

The screen on the big screen switched, and the protagonist became the reporter who posted the first video message on the Internet before, but at this time he had been tied up, crying bitterly on the chair and kept repenting.

"Someone gave me clues and asked me to lie to them, saying that as long as this incident is brought up on Superman, I will not only become a hit, but he will also pay me 1000 million dollars afterwards, that The woman is disobedient, I threatened her with her child, and then they took her away... I didn't expect them to kill people!! Sorry, I'm not human, but I really don't know anything else."

"What a beast!" Clark heard Louis scold angrily.

The screen changed again. This time, the protagonist was no longer a person, but a list of funds. The beginning of the note was the funding details of the Superman Special Foundation, and all income and expenditures were recorded.

But as long as someone with some economic vision and some understanding of the facts can easily see that there is definitely something wrong with these accounts.

During many funding periods, there is no danger at all in the metropolis—someone is falsifying accounts and embezzling public donations.

There was no sound in the hall, and all the reporters present were stunned.

No one thought that they would be involved in so many huge scandals just to cover a simple suicide case.

The spokesperson showed a look of despair, lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, his hands and feet were shaking like a sieve.

It was all over, he knew very well that many of the reporters present were broadcasting live, and this matter could not be suppressed any longer.