[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Clark is busy.

Although the work of journalists is highly independent, some journalists who have worked for a long time can rely on a few informants to eat and drink. For example, Mr. Axon, who has a good relationship with Clark, has several White House officials. Relationships, always the first to get some scoops.

But Clark obviously doesn't have such a relationship, and he doesn't want to just write some gossip news that fills the page, so he can only work tirelessly. Recently, he has been following up the discussions between the Lex Group and the construction workers union outside of working hours. dispute.

With no sources of information, no informants from the police station, and the union distrusting him as a fledgling rookie, it was difficult to move forward.

So, when Clark finished his work, he remembered that there was still a mage who knew nothing about modern society waiting for him.

When we met again, the sky was already half dark, and the dark blue covered the top of the head as far as the eye could see. Against the wind, Clark hurried out of the Daily Planet building, and found Cyril standing not far downstairs He was staring curiously at the LED screen on the top of the opposite building, with a focused expression, and his pointed ears moved from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

There were people coming and going all around, but Cyril stood where he was, the brilliant light and shadow of the LED screen cast on his face.

It was the first time for Clark to enjoy the treatment of someone waiting for him to get off work.

"Have you been waiting here for me?" He walked to Cyril's side, but found that the other party was still keeping his head up, so he patted the other party's shoulder lightly and asked.

Cyril turned her head and smiled as if she didn't have any worries: "Yeah, I walked around the metropolis this morning, and then I came here, thinking that you said you were working at the Planet Daily This is waiting for you."

Clark was a little surprised: "You stood here all afternoon?"

Cyril pointed to the LED screen on the opposite side where the video was playing: "There are a lot of videos about Superman there, which is quite interesting, but now the advertisements are starting to appear."

Clark: "...let's go."

I don't know why, every time Cyril mentions Superman, Clark always feels a little guilty.

After answering Clark's phone call in the morning, the landlady left the room for Cyril without saying a word, and even cleaned it a little, so she can basically move in directly.

And Clark thought that he had been very busy all the time, and he had to run around with work, protecting the Metropolis and the Justice League, so he took Cyril to buy all the things he needed for life while he had nothing to do today.

Clark, who is not rich himself, can only take Cyril to take the subway.

The subway in the metropolis is not much better than New York. If you walk a dozen steps inside, you can see homeless people sitting on the ground, and some people are drinking tons of wine with bottles in their hands. It's worrying, the drunk's vomit and all kinds of garbage are like traps, distributed on the ground.

"The city government doesn't have that much money..." Clark explained to Cyril, "Although the metropolitan enterprises headed by the Lex Group have been doing charity, anyone who understands a little bit knows that it is only reasonable for large enterprises. It’s just a means of avoiding taxes, and federal government funding is even more hopeless.”

This is a city with a big gap between the rich and the poor, with towering buildings, countless politicians and celebrities, business elites and middle-class white-collar workers.There are also a lot of bums, drug addicts, broke workers, teenage delinquents, gangsters... like fungi growing behind the sun.Although the overall environment is not as bad as Gotham City on the other side of the river, seeing this side of the bustling city still makes Clark a little sad.

And Cyril is even more out of tune with all this.

He is an elf who belongs to the moonlight and the forest, and is the darling of the goddess of light.

Even Clark, who didn't know him at all and only observed him from the outside, took it for granted that Cyril should be very uncomfortable with this kind of scene.

But the fact is not the case, Cyril seems to be completely unaware of how bad the surrounding situation is, but is very interested, and pulls Superman into the subway, listening to the sound of the car shaking.

"I have also taken the subway in Ironforge of the dwarves, but their subway is not so fast, nor can it be spread so far." Cyril sat next to Clark, and seemed curious about this technology.

The two sat very close to each other. Clark was a big man, and although Cyril looked a little thin, he was also about 1.8 meters five, so the legs of the two inevitably touched each other.

Through the thin clothes, the elf's low body temperature was transmitted, as well as the acceleration and collisions caused by the start and stop of the subway, which made Clark's sharp perception beyond ordinary people discover.

The skin and muscles of the opponent's thigh seem to be very elastic.

Clark, who didn't know why he felt this kind of thing, was a little embarrassed.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Cyril said a lot of words alone, but no one responded. He moved closer and asked in Clark's ear.

Clark suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at the stop sign outside the car window, stood up quickly, and grabbed the backpack with the computer to relieve the embarrassment, "We have arrived at the station, let's get off."

Xi Ruier slightly raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the teammate he had been looking at for a long time seemed a little unreliable?

Clark walked ahead, pushing a shopping cart in a large supermarket closest to home, and bought pillows, quilts, bed sheets, a few rolls of paper, water glasses, milk, a few boxes of simple fast food products, and some miscellaneous things.

Cyril followed behind without knowing why, until it was time to check out, he asked in confusion: "Can you use up all the things you bought?"

Clark was also confused: "I bought this for you."

Looking at Clark's young face, Cyril understood his intentions and couldn't help laughing out loud: "I didn't expect you to be so kind to me, thank you, I'm very touched."

Clark shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment: "Actually, it's nothing, they are all ordinary things for household use."

Seeing that Clark was about to pay the bill smoothly, Cyril directly stopped him with his hand, took out a stack of brand new one-hundred-dollar bills from somewhere, handed them over according to the amount in the cashier's mouth, and took it again. After picking up the change and the rest of the money, I was ready to go out with a big plastic bag.

And Clark is still immersed in the false perception that Cyril is poorer than him.

Cyril is actually not poor. If he converts all the gold coins in his backpack into US dollars in proportion to the system, it is estimated that there will be several million dollars.If he is really short of money, he will be more willing to clear his backpack and sell those useless but high-value materials for him, and more than 1000 million US dollars can be easily obtained.

Not to mention that he has full proficiency in alchemy skills.

During the battle, he took a sip of the blood recovery potion that could restore half a tube of blood. He threw a lot to the Avengers, and SHIELD would probably be willing to give each of his field agents a tube.

There is also the highest level of antidote, and the people of Gotham, who are deeply poisoned by poison ivy, scarecrow fear toxin, and clown laughter, should also rush to buy it. At least Batman must buy it back and study it carefully.

Not knowing that he had given Clark a wrong perception, Cyril didn't explain that he didn't need these things, but happily accepted Clark's kindness.

Even if he is an elven mage who doesn't need to eat, drink or sleep at all.

Cyril just instinctively didn't want to embarrass or embarrass others, and didn't want Clark's good intentions to fail.

Clark, who reacted, caught up with Cyril, and looked at the mage with heavy shopping bags in his left and right hands, looking a little strenuous.Clark took the bag in his hand without any hassle, and walked ahead to lead the way for Cyril.

The street lights in the residential area were a little sparse, and the lights made the shadows of the two people very long.

They took the elevator, which was obviously old for some time, and reached the top floor layer by layer.

There is also an attic above this, which is used by the landlady to store sundries, and Clark often runs to the top floor to cool off.

It was getting late, and the landlady was probably already asleep. Out of trust in Clark, she directly put the key under the carpet at Clark's door, and just sent a text message to tell Clark.

Originally, Clark wanted to help Cyril clean up the room, but just as he opened the door, Clark received a call from the alliance.

"Level [-] warning, all official members of the Justice League are invited to gather at the Federal Precious Metal Storage Facility, the Flush group is here to steal again," the green light's familiar voice came from the earphones, "Batman has already gone in first. The Flash will take it with you." Me! I'm so tired from flying by myself..."

Clark put the shopping bag in his hand on the ground, and handed the key to Cyril: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early too."

Before Cyril had time to say goodbye, he saw Clark yawning pretendingly, returned to his room, and closed the door.

And Superman, who belongs to everyone in the world, has put on his uniform and arrived at the scene at super speed.The Flash in the red uniform used the Speed ​​Force, and Hal stopped at the door with the green light that was obviously slowing down.

Wonder Woman crossed her arms and joked to Green Lantern: "You lie on the body of your good friend in red all night, and you still want to be a space policeman in charge of your own sector?"

Hal pouted: "I asked him to take me for a ride and it has nothing to do with whether I am the space police..."

Superman took a look at the federal heavy metal storage facility, and stopped them: "Stop messing around, Batman has already started fighting with a straight flush."

Hal: "He did it again! He broke in by himself! Counting this time, I have saved him three times!"

Batman's voice on the communication channel was low: "If you insist on recording this kind of thing, we're eight to three, and I'm ahead of you."