After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Johnson took two colleagues upstairs.

Because the jumper was a girl, he kindly brought two female police officers.

When I opened the door, I saw Superman's red cape first.

The god of the world has a peaceful expression, clasped his hands in front of him, and stands humbly in the center of the rooftop.

Johnson: "Thanks, cough. Thank you, Superman."

When facing Superman at close range, even the Manhattan police who can see the Avengers walking around all the year round inevitably stumbled.

Not only because of Superman's global reputation.Facing him in reality is completely different from seeing him on the news screen.

As an adult male—an alien adult male, he is really strong and perfect to the point of astonishment, his muscles are as beautiful as Michelangelo's sculpture, he is endowed with a powerful soul awakening, and walks into reality.

According to common sense, such a man should give people a strong sense of oppression, but Superman does not.When he looks at people with those compassionate blue eyes, the object of his gaze will only feel an extremely warm sense of security.

Superman's voice was gentle and calm: "Thank you, officer. I think this girl has some drug problems and needs to get..."

His gaze inadvertently slipped to the certificate on Johnson's chest.

New York Superintendent, Johnson Atwell.

Atwell.

…… Atwell.

Superman: "...get, get, get professional help."

Johnson nodded hurriedly: "Okay, I understand. The New York police will definitely take care of her."

Johnson instinctively wanted to shake his hand.

I saw Superman floating over immediately, clasping his hands.

After holding it, he retracted it, looked at him with blue eyes, and flickered slightly nervously.

Johnson: "...???"

The girl was brought over from the corner of the rooftop by one of the policewomen.

The policewoman scratched her head: "It's strange, there should be a professional troll. There is only one loudspeaker left on the roof, and there are no other people."

When the girl passed by Superman, Superman suddenly asked softly: "You really didn't..."

The girl said firmly: "I really kept it a secret from him. I swear to God. If I let it go, I will jump off the building today next year."

Superman was very helpless: "I believe you, don't make such a joke, little lady. Whenever you need me...or him, you know how to find us."

The girl said softly, "Thank you, Superman."

Johnson didn't understand their conversation, so he took her gently:

"Come on, girl. Let's get somewhere warmer and talk about your life and see how we can help you."

He was about to go downstairs when he heard a gentle voice behind him, saying softly and a little unsurely:

"I... I just wanted to say that it's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Atwell."

It was only when Johnson turned around that he realized that the god of the world was still standing beside him.

Johnson quickly took off his police cap: "Me too! Superman, me too. The things you have done, God, are really amazing! With you on Earth, our police have a lot less to worry about..."

His hand was immediately shaken by the other party solemnly.

...Wait, didn't I hold it just now...

Well, Johnson thought Buddhistly.

It seems that since Captain America lived across from his house, he seems to be getting more and more used to the life where there are always superheroes to talk to...

"Hi, Superman." Another policewoman brought by Johnson came over to say hello, "I heard some rumors about the sequelae left by the Star Wars. I heard from them that you seem to be injured now. Self-healing, is this true?"

Johnson was a little strange and looked back at her.

Everything about Superman is extremely mysterious to ordinary people, just like Luthor has been working hard for Superman for so many years, and few people on earth still know that Superman's weakness is kryptonite.

Luthor also knew that with superman's level of combat power, it was good that his weakness was in his own hands, but if it fell into the hands of human enemies, he would have to deal with two enemies.

Johnson looked at her with the eyes of a criminal policeman for a while, but her micro-expression was indeed no different from that of the colleagues he had been with day and night.

It seems that I must have heard the rumor...?

He did vaguely remember that in the initial period when Superman returned to the earth, before the god of the world put on his gloves, he seemed to be able to faintly see the withered fingertips of his right hand in the shooting pictures that were circulated.

Calculated according to the time... for Kryptonians who can heal themselves in an instant, it is indeed too long.

The see-through gleam in Superman's eyes dimmed as Johnson turned his head.

Looking at the carbon-based structure, the policewoman is indeed from Earth.

But for safety reasons, he intends to change the subject at will.

But met Johnson's puzzled and worried eyes.

"...This is only temporary." Superman blurted out the truth, "It's not because of the damage from that war, but because I had certain side effects on my body in order to enhance my fighting power."

Policewoman: "So it's really impossible to heal yourself? When will it be for the time being? Isn't there a Justice League, and they haven't solved your physical problems? Is there no good way to solve it now?"

Johnson: "...I didn't know you were a Superman fan, Officer Kris."

The policewoman smiled: "Sorry, I just became a fan recently."

Superman smiled and lifted his toes off the ground.

Superman: "Of course I will find a way. Please don't worry too much, ma'am. Even if I don't have the ability to heal myself, my physical strength is still strong enough to block bullets for the police officers who fought bravely."

The red cloak fluttered and flew away facing the sun.

The policewoman waved: "Goodbye! Superman!"

……

Hilda was reading a research report at home when she heard the door knock.

Looking back, a golden retriever floated in without touching the ground.

In the corridor behind him, a blond soldier with broad shoulders and narrow waist was standing there, holding a bag of newly bought snacks in his hand.

He just wanted to say hello to Sasha, but Sasha passed by with his eyes wandering.

Steve had nothing to do with him, so he moved his chin from behind to study at what angle to hang the snacks on the little golden retriever's neck.

Hilda hurried over to greet Steve: "Hello, Mr. Captain! Ah, I bought Sasha another snack... You are too polite, I really don't need to feed Sasha so much every day...Look at his Little belly!"

Steve looked down and saw that he really had a small belly. He couldn't help laughing: "As long as Sasha likes to eat, that's fine."

Hilda took the snacks, closed the door, and ran over to rub her son distressedly:

"Why did you come back so late? I thought it was just for delivery. The boss asked you to do other work, right? Don't your coffee shops have a fixed schedule?"

Sasha floated around in the living room: "Well~"

Hilda followed behind him: "Cub, I think there are quite a lot of shops near your school. Why don't you ask your classmates and let them recommend another shop to work? Ah, just ask Griffin or Peter. ?”

Sasha floated to the side of the fish tank and stirred the water in it: "Mmm~"

Hilda: "The captain is here to deliver snacks again. Zaizai, do you run to people's houses all day to ask for snacks? Your potato chip cabinet is almost full."

Sasha floated into the bedroom: "Hmm~"

Now, Kepin, who is a mother, has something interesting.

She followed quietly to the small bedroom, and saw her son lying on the bed with his ass pouted, wondering why he was in a daze again.

Half of his face was exposed under the quilt.

Her face was still pink, and she looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Hilda rubbed his little butt first, and then asked seemingly unintentionally, "I went to work in a coffee shop today, did you encounter any interesting things?"

Sasha: "No~~"

Hilda intentionally imitated his tone: "Is it true~~ Did you meet someone today~~~ She is a very beautiful little girl, or a super handsome male classmate~~~"

Sasha buried his pink face: "No~~ Don't ask."

Hilda kissed her mother's heart with fists and fists, and was stabbed hard by the rare and delicate golden retriever. She hugged him and sucked his dimples hard:

"Oh~~ My cute silly baby, I really don't know how to love you. I don't dare to ask anymore, I look forward to you telling me someday~~"

Sasha pouted and hid back and forth: "I said, no~~"

Hilda smiled: "Got it, no~~"

……

After handing over the girl to the non-profit drug rehabilitation center funded by Stark Industries, Johnson rubbed his sore shoulders and looked up at the clock in the office.

Alas, I worked overtime until late at night again.

However, Hilda should be home before him, so that the son would not be alone at home.

The old policeman took off his police uniform, turned off the lights and left for get off work.

He was thinking about where he could bring some supper for his wife and son on the way home, and when he walked into the corridor, he realized that there was a person standing in the shadow.

Johnson: "Who?!"

After seeing his face clearly, he slowly let go of the holster: "Officer Chris, are you still off work?"

The policewoman who dealt with the suicide incident together in the afternoon looked back with a smile:

"I left something, you go first, sir."

Johnson told her: "Remember to turn off the lights and gates."

Policewoman: "Got it, sir."

Johnson is gone.

The policewoman slowly sat at her station in the dark.

She looked a little pained and nervous.The human complexion faded from her face, revealing the pointy ears and green skin underneath.

...This turned out to be a Scruisian.

The Skrulls are the race that is best at camouflage and transformation in the universe. Their body structure after transformation is exactly the same as that of humans, and they can even obtain part of the memory of the original owner. They are very suitable as interstellar spies.

She closed her eyes, as if receiving some special brain waves.

After a while, he suppressed the fear in his voice so as not to be perceived by Superman, and said in a daily chat tone:

"I have asked him face to face as you ordered. I beg you to release my husband and child."

"Please know my master, this is already the limit of what this identity can detect. I can't sneak into S.H.I.E.L.D. In 2015, they specially recruited a group of Scruis agents. As soon as I entered, I would be banned immediately." Perceived."

"No. I don't know why he has been frequently seen in lower Manhattan recently. His main patrol area should have been the metropolis."

"I don't really understand, why didn't the master choose to attack when he left the earth? Or a month ago, when the Justice League was still facing the army of Thanos in space..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't presumptuously judge the master's preference. I beg you to let my husband and child go, I am willing to do anything."

"Please. Please."

The person on the other side of Cerebral Wave was obviously quite annoyed by her incompetence.

Two lines of tears flowed down the cheeks of the female Scruis.

She staggered to the underground of the Manhattan police station, and took out a square metal block from the lead-covered sewer.

Compared with its kind, this metal block has a weird shape, and its surface is covered with strange engravings, like a summoning array composed of alien characters.

This long secret invasion started as early as last year when Superman left Earth.

She knew that there were countless Scruis who were captured like her and were forced to turn into the appearance of Earthlings and wander around among the huge civilian population.

When she put down the last mother box with special significance in the underground of the Manhattan police station, and pressed the countdown button.

The mission of the Stars of Skrull was officially declared over.

Before dying, she closed her eyes and moved her lips tremblingly:

——For Darkseid.

……

At the end of the weekend, Sasha still carried his small schoolbag, put on a donkey face, and went back to school.

Now it was originally summer vacation, but the problem was that he had handed in blank papers in the final exam. According to the regulations of the Imperial University, he had to take summer courses and return the credits for self-study.

On Sunday night, Johnson had just gone home and slept for two hours before rushing back to the police station to work overtime.

He didn't tell Hilda and Sasha what happened specifically, he only said that the recent cases are very annoying, and he will go home for dinner more when he is done with work.

Sasha has been used to his parents being workaholics since he was a child, so it doesn't matter.

It's just that he actually expressed a few small weariness with Bruce overtly and secretly, and even encouraged his elder brother to see if his elder brother's clever mind had any ideas. Young people in society are spared the beatings of papers and exams.

Batman just said: "No."

Sasha: "...ah!!"

Batman looks ruthless and tough, but in fact, after getting along during this time, Sasha found that, except for smoking, men indulged themselves unconditionally in almost everything.

At this moment, it was too cold to be hard, Sasha was very uncomfortable all of a sudden, so he lay on the bat chair, refused to be moved by others, and peeked to see if the man would change his mind.

Batman waited a moment behind the chair.

He didn't wait for the chair and didn't move him, so he stood and worked silently.

Barbara, who was watching this scene from a distance, was simply amazed: "God... isn't there even a bat?"

Ye Yi has already checked the equipment, and before the night patrol, he came over to tease the family's golden retriever as a routine:

"Why don't you want to go to school? Do you still want to be a social person in this life?"

Sasha: "Hey, I'm an old dog. I have nothing in common with other young people. No one in school wants to play with me. And every day I take the big and small exams in the classroom, and I even have to go to class in the summer after I fail. I'm not a master of time management. Going to school really hinders the development of my career line. I wrote the test paper last time, and halfway through it, SHIELD shook people. When I came back, I saw that I was the only one left in the classroom. A zero egg..."

While Batman was typing on the keyboard, he reached out and placed a black card on Sasha's head.

It simply and rudely cut his career line.

Sasha stuffed the black card back: "I didn't mean that! Bruce, you know me too, how can I be considered a career man? A man's career %#￥%..."

Ye Yi: "I understand what you mean. You're starting to feel that going to school is holding you back from saving lives, isn't it? Jason and Tim also had this idea when they first started as Robin, and they even skipped class to investigate serious cases. Was scolded to death by Bruce."

Sasha corrected him: "Delayed my collection of protection fees."

Ye Yi smiled: "Okay, delay your collection of protection fees. You must not abandon the life of normal people when collecting protection fees. If you are collecting protection fees and preparing for protection fees all the time, it will be quite painful. Things. Bruce knows that best."

Sasha turned his pen and finished two big lectures in a bored manner. Griffin, who also didn't have enough credits, beat him up:

"Sasha, Ned turns 21 this week, are you going to his party?"

According to the U.S. Constitution, the age of 18 is the legal age of majority, but for most people, the 21st birthday is the real holiday worth celebrating.

There are many laws and regulations restricting those under the age of 21 in various states, including that tobacco and alcohol are not allowed to be sold to youths under the age of 21, and alcohol is not allowed in public places. You must be over 21 years old to enter the red light district and watch the striptease.

In college, even if you are not yet 21 years old, it is very happy to have friends around you who celebrate their 21st birthday - there are many people who are not of age and love to rub other people's 21st parties. If the party is crazy , Generally, the control is not too strict, and you can get a lot of 21-year-old benefits in advance.

Sasha: "? Another party to go?"

He really likes to join in the fun, but he doesn't know what's going on. He always feels that his schoolmates have alienated him a lot after a lot of miscellaneous things happened a while ago...

It’s not that he’s repulsive. Sasha occasionally goes to a school library full of people to review, and several people will immediately push away their chairs and get up to make room for him.

But it feels like when they talk to themselves, they seem to become more nervous.

Griffin looked back and forth, and felt that the people in the classroom were almost gone, so he leaned his head over and asked quietly:

"Sasha, they are all saying that the area around the Imperial University has zero crime rate for a whole month, and many people have traveled thousands of miles to capture superheroes, all because you are studying here. Is it true?"

Sasha heard the argument for the first time: "What?"

Griffin was really curious: "Is it true? But, those are superheroes! Do you really know them? I beg you, it doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me, but if you know Superman, can you tell me?" Can't I beg you to ask him for me, if he would like to sign my handiwork? I... I will give you my Imperial Star Destroyer."

Sasha's schoolbag swung over his shoulder: "I don't know, I can't, I don't want to."

He walked towards the door of the classroom with a pace that his relatives did not recognize.

Griffin: "Ah! Why? Didn't you always like that!"

Looking at the little golden retriever's red ears, he muttered: "If you can't ask, then you can't ask, why are you blushing."

Griffin grabbed his schoolbag and chased after him: "That Batman—oh, I forgot, he knocked out several people who dared to ask him for autographs before—that of Spiderman, of Spiderman, can you..."

As soon as they were out of the school gate, they bumped into Peter and Ned.

Ned put his shoulders on his shoulders, and the two brothers hugged him nicely:

"You want Spider-Man's autograph? Then why didn't you say it earlier? Tomorrow at eight o'clock, get your Imperial Star Destroyer ready, pay for it and deliver it..."

As soon as Peter saw Sasha, the dog's eyes started to light up again.

Even the dull hair on the head is bristling.

Regardless of what the two friends said about Spider-Man and not Spider-Man, they hurried over with their schoolbags:

"Sasha, are you going to Ned's party too? I know the address, and I—"

Sasha had lingering fears: "Don't, don't!"

Ever since the echoing spider silk sent him home, I don't know if it's an addiction or something, Spider-Man seems to suddenly fall in love with the feeling of floating around Manhattan with him in his arms.

Whether it was going to school or going home, Peter always caught him flying at the door of the classroom, and happily sent him to the destination amidst Sasha's screams.

Peter rubbed his head: "Ah, you, don't you like it... I'm sorry, I thought, I thought that it was very cool and refreshing to swing by myself, and then I saw people saying on Twitter that coming to New York is the biggest The dream is to let Spider-Man fly for a while... or something... I thought everyone would like it, sorry... well, it's actually because I have selfishness, I want to stay with you for a while, sorry, I I mean, really, I'm sorry, Sasha, including the ones I used to do..."

As soon as he kept saying "Sorry", that aggrieved little voice came out again.

Sasha's head started hurting again.

Sasha: "...and...it's not that I don't like it...but sometimes, it's good to take a walk..."

So when all the party members were gathered, a large group of boys set off from the Imperial University and headed straight to the Brothers bar at the junction of Lower Manhattan and the Metropolis.

This bar is said to be opened by the father of a boy on the seventh floor. It is a combination of a university bar, a billiard room, a game console, and a barbecue restaurant.

Those under the age of 21 are also allowed to enter, but the waiter will make a cross on the back of the hand to remind the bartender not to sell alcohol to this person.

I heard that it was to celebrate the birthday of school friends, so the owner of the bar waved his hand, and everyone was free of charge.

The boys got off the bus and rushed to the bar.

Sasha said to Griffin: "Is it true that college parties don't use drugs? But I haven't checked the history of drug allergies. If everyone disagrees, it's not good for me to be alone."

Griffin is indifferent: "I really don't knock."

Sasha said to the boy on the seventh floor who was in charge of finding the place: "You are very skilled in finding places, and you have a lot of parties, right? Why didn't you invite me before? I'm not very popular, am I?"

The boy on the seventh floor knew how to blush at him, and couldn't speak clearly: "#%#...you...you don't look like...would be willing to play with us..."

Sasha went to talk to Little Chubby Ned again: "I heard that you can watch striptease at the age of 21? Would you secretly watch striptease? After you finished striptease, can you summarize your experience and let me also Get a taste of art—”

Peter watched Sasha walking back and forth among the crowd, getting closer and closer to the edge of the road, so he hurried to hold his hand, and brought back the over-excited little golden retriever.

With this pull, the two of them accidentally glanced at the convenience store across the road.

Just in time, I saw a man with a big waist and round arms, got into the car with water, and was about to start the car.

The car has the license plate of Metropolis, but it is not surprising that this is the junction of Metropolis and Manhattan.But the windows were covered with pitch-black one-way reflective film, and even the front window was plastered all over.

Both Peter and Sasha were very alert, so they couldn't help but take a second look.

It was found that half of the black skirt was sandwiched between the gaps in the trunk.

In the next second, the corner of the black skirt shrank in.

Sasha: [? ! 】

He took a closer look and found that the rear tires were struggling deeply.

There are heavy items in the trunk.

System: [Scanning is complete.There was someone alive in the trunk, a white female. 】

The car had already started, and it was about to drive away.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Peter's eyes - judging from the other party's stupid state, Peter also noticed it.

Peter whispered, "Sasha—"

Sasha: "OK."

He hopped onto the curb and yelled among the boys, "OMG there's a rainbow pooping horse over there!!"

Peter: "..."

Everyone immediately turned to look for it: "?!?!"

Peter hid behind Sasha, two strong spider threads shot out from under the armpit of the little golden retriever.

One thread was stuck to the rear cover of the car, and the other was stuck to the left rear tire;

The little spider pulled with extraordinary arm strength, and at the same time the car came to a sudden stop amidst sparks flying, the rear cover of the car was also torn off.

"what?!"

All pedestrians on the side of the road were startled.

Sasha took a closer look, and there was indeed someone in the trunk.

It was a beautiful woman in a shirt and a uniform skirt, with her hands tied behind her back and her mouth gagged.

Seeing the back cover of the car being torn off suddenly, she opened her eyes wide in horror!

The driver is not a good stubble.

When he found that the car was pulled, he turned the steering wheel violently, and with the last momentum of the car, he rolled towards Sasha who was standing on the outermost side!

Peter instantly shot out the third spider thread: "Be careful!"

There was a bang, and pedestrians on the road screamed.

Before Sasha's teleportation card had time to hold it, he saw a red shadow in front of him like lightning, falling from a high altitude to his eyes in an instant!

Because the falling speed was so fast, the road under the man's feet was even stamped out with radial cracks; the front of the car crashed into him and smashed into pieces.

Sasha's back was also pulled by a spider thread.

He staggered on the crumbling ground, nearly falling backwards.

Clark didn't even have time to check the situation of the people in the car, he turned around and hugged Sasha: "Are you hurt?!"

Sasha's heart was still pounding, and she subconsciously blurted out: "No."

As soon as Clark lowered his head, he saw the boy's jeans, cut by the broken glass.

Immediately panicked, he squatted down and pulled up his trouser legs: "It's broken here! Let me see, Sasha! Let me see if there is any bleeding!"

Sasha saw that the crowd around him were stupefied, and he was so embarrassed that he pushed him hard: "I said no, no! Get up for me! You—you really are!"

The squatting god in the world is also an unshakable boulder.

Sasha pushed him twice, but couldn't move, so angry he squeezed his fist and slapped him on the shoulder.

Clark was beaten, and finally reacted.

His hands were still clutching his ankles, his head was looking up at him, and he was dumbfounded.

Sasha, who was beating someone, was also dumbfounded.

The passers-by around were also dumbfounded.

The guys who go to the party are so dumb that their jaws drop to the ground; especially Griffin, who looks like he wants to strap his jaw to a rocket and shoot all the way down into the heart of the earth.

Peter called softly: "Sasha."

The spider silk sticking to the back was retracted, and Sasha whispered to Clark, "Go away."

Immediately pushed himself away from the man, and ran to check the condition of the woman in the trunk.

Facing the rather shocking gazes around him, Clark tried to mend the situation: "Well, everyone...are... not hurt?"

Sasha ran to the trunk of the car: "Hi, are you okay?"

Fortunately, in the trunk of the car, there is a thick sound-absorbing sponge.Just now Superman stopped him so roughly, the woman inside seemed to be fine.

It's just a buzzing head.

When Sasha helped him up, he leaned dizzily on his shoulder for a while.

The woman's facial features are beautiful, and her long black hair, like splashed ink, is scattered under her shoulders.

Seeing that her skirt was torn, Sasha took off her coat and let it cover her lap.

After the initial panic passed, the woman quickly regained her composure.

She took the coat, tied it around her waist, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, pretty boy."

Then she dug out her bag from the trunk of the car, took out a bottle of anti-wolf spray from the bag, and jumped on the hood of the car.

The woman looked at the driver whose face was covered in blood, and started to growl fiercely: "You guys dare to kidnap me, huh?! So all the evidence I collected is true, isn't it?!"

The driver twisted madly and struggled: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

She took out a voice recorder as she kissed: "Whose idea was it to kidnap me? A shareholder of the group, the director of the R&D department, or the chairman?!"

driver:"#@……%#@%……"

The woman almost stuck the recording pen in his mouth: "Say your name clearly!"

Driver: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sasha was right next to them, and when the wind blew, the mist sprayed him so hard he couldn't keep his eyes open.

He had no choice but to squat aside silently, rubbing his eyes.

Then I heard a familiar male voice say: "... Louise?"