[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

【Can you say that again? 】

The system played dead silently.

[System,] Lydia slowly showed a ferocious smile, and the voice in her head was so sweet that sugar water could be wrung out, 【I want you to say it again. 】

The system is super wronged.

It's your brother who wants to do bad things, not me!But the system succumbed to Lilith's threat, and had to repeat it according to the host's request with the electronic voice of aggrieved:

【He probably wants to clone an obedient younger sister. 】

This time the system simply pretended to be dead, and decided not to make a sound no matter what the host said.

And... the communication channel over there, how do you think it is planning something bad?

It doesn't matter whether the system is pretending to be dead or not. Lydia is already laughing back from anger, her forehead twitches and hurts, and the more it hurts, the more she wants to laugh.

Lex Luthor is a villain, and Lydia has acknowledged that fact.

She still cares and loves her brother by now, but again, if Lex did something, Lydia wouldn't choose to side with him.

However, she thought and thought, but she couldn't think that Lex would play this game with her?

Lydia felt that she was very calm, so calm that she couldn't be more calm, but from the perspective of the system, the poor host was about to explode.

She was originally climbing in some narrow ventilation ducts, but she just showed her face at the vents.At this time, Lydia smashed through the pipe with a fist and fell to the ground.

The sound was enough to arouse Luther's vigilance.

The man slammed the computer box shut and pressed some key, a "wall" suddenly rose from the ground, blocking this inexplicable "killer".

Lex's voice was low: "Who sent you here."

Lydia said nothing.

She got a voice changer recently, but she hasn't tried it yet. Lydia is a little excited now, and she is afraid that she will directly reveal her identity by opening her mouth.

But Lydia was laughing.

She took two light steps, but did not lighten her footsteps, so the sound of her footsteps was obvious.Lydia stood in front of the wall, blew her fist, and with a bang, punched through.

Through the fist-sized hole, the weapon Lex Luthor raised could be clearly seen.

Lydia doesn't know where her brother conjured the gun.There was a faint green light on that gun, it looked like it was not an ordinary gun, but something obtained after special research.

The gun pointed directly at Lydia, Lex was calm and composed, not even flustered.

"You found me," he said, "well done."

Then, a corrosive green light beam shot out from the muzzle of the gun, silently melting everything around it.The light beam lasted for a long time, with a range of ten meters, and even left a hole the size of a bowl on the outer wall behind Lydia.

Lydia didn't know what mood she was in now, but generally speaking, she was not calm.

She turned her head and continued to look at the villainous Lex Luthor.

Lilith didn't come for real.

She hadn't beaten up Lex so badly that Dad didn't even know the idea, or rather, didn't know how to do it.Turns out she didn't come for real, but Luther did.

Lex kept backing away, the useless gun already thrown away.Lydia didn't know and didn't care what he was doing, but when the last wall was broken, Lex Luthor didn't stand still.

He was already standing at the door, still holding the computer that didn't know what was stored in his hand, and there was another person standing where he should be standing.

It was a woman with short black hair, pure black eyes, and a good figure wrapped in a metallic tight uniform, mature and quiet.

"My girl," Lex said softly, standing behind the door, "I'm sorry for waking you up early. But obviously, I need you."

Lydia finally spoke.

Her crisp voice was deliberately lowered, but she didn't lower the volume. The name she called out was hoarse, and her tone was drawn out: "Luther."

The man in the suit stared at Lilith, and suddenly smiled, fleeting.

"It's an honor to meet you, Lilith," he said. "Good-bye, then."

The door of the office was closed, and the beautiful short-haired woman took a step forward, blocking Lydia's view.

Her voice is full of mature charm: "Hello, you should look at me."

Then, two red laser rays shot out from her eyes, directly smashing the floor under Lydia's feet.

"I'm Hope, please give me your advice."

***

Metropolis today is peaceful.

Although a densely populated metropolis can't do without petty theft and the like, if no one calls Superman, there's obviously nothing vicious going on.

Clark sat in his rented house, taking a contented gulp of Coke.

After the manuscript was finished, the editor-in-chief did not make things difficult for him, and the pillar Louise Lane even praised him. The little reporter was satisfied and felt that he could sleep well today.

However, within 10 minutes, he was slapped in the face.

The notifications on the phone and watch sound simultaneously.

Clark Kent, as the social reporter of the "Daily Planet", is only responsible for writing and being screened every day; but after putting on the Superman vest, he is responsible for providing materials to the newspaper.After all, it is Superman who is always on the front page. Although Clark is inconspicuous in the newspaper office, he can only look up to the industry leader Louise as a silent little fan... But the relationship between Superman and the reporters is not bad.

For example, Louise Lane, who is responsible for Superman news, and Jimmy Olsen, who is a full-time photographer most of the time.

Clark had given Jimmy a watch-like transmitter that would make a sound to summon Superman.

So Clark endured the noise of the transmitter, and answered Louise's call with a bitter face: "...good evening, Ryan."

Louise Lane is a very amazing girl.She is an ordinary human being with a strong sense of justice. As a reporter, she dares to face evil forces, and she is absolutely worthy of the Pulitzer Prize she won.In terms of career, the young reporter Clark looked at him as a long-awaited senior.

But privately...

Clark was really attracted to this petite but domineering beautiful girl.It's a pity that he was so focused on his career that even though he had dated a few times, he never saw Clark at all.The relationship between Superman and her is a bit better than that of the little reporter, but Clark always feels that Louise looks at him as if she is looking at the mobile headlines, and that carelessness has faded away long ago.

So, this call... must be to inform him to work overtime.

"Kent, I have a job. I sent you the address, come here quickly." Louise said concisely.

really.

Clark plucked his hair, but the stubborn curly hair still fell on his forehead.He became serious and jumped out of the balcony.

News or something, anyway, Louise is the foil for him.But Jimmy gave the signal... Clark can be late, Superman can't.

But even Superman, when he came, it was already too late.

The old hospital in the suburbs, which had been operating stubbornly despite years of losses, had collapsed in half, and even some sparks were still burning on the ruins.

Superman hovered in mid-air with a serious look on his face. He blew out a mouthful of frozen breath and hit the tenacious fireworks in his face.

This is the "battlefield", but it is no longer dangerous.

Fortunately, no one came to this hospital. In the evening, apart from a few doctors, nurses and security guards on duty, there was not a single patient.They had run away without a trace as early as they felt wrong.

Now that the uniform is on, Superman will use his superpowers.

He had already seen Jimmy and Louise, and it wasn't the first time for the two of them to experience this kind of scene. They were relatively close, but not particularly close, absolutely safe.He turned his eyes back and scanned the ruins.

Here, there are only two people.

No, to be precise, there is only one person.

It was a red-haired girl, wearing a black tights, not too conspicuous in the dark night.The clothes on her body were torn in several places, and there were some blood stains, but no matter how you looked at it, the blood was shed from her own body.

She sits on another "person".

If someone other than Clark was looking at this scene, he might think it was a murder scene.Because the red-haired girl was sitting on another body, the short black-haired woman's limbs were twisted, her neck was broken, and her body was covered in bright red blood.But Clark could see clearly.

——It is not a human being, not even a life, but a bionic body with mechanical bones, and it can only be regarded as a robot in any case.

Looking at it this way, it is a little easier to analyze, but it is not easy to draw conclusions.

There was no expression on Superman's handsome face, and the red cloak rolled behind him, slowly descending.

And when he was getting closer, the red-haired girl with her head drooped suddenly raised her head.

That was Lydia, the unknown Lilith in Metropolis.

This woman named "Hope" really put a lot of pressure on Lydia, and even said that this was the first time.The first time there was no violent crushing, the first time I was injured, the first time I almost tasted failure.

"She" can fly, her eyes can emit laser light, her fighting ability is several times higher than that of Lydia, and her strength has also increased far beyond that of humans.

Lydia had a miserable victory this time. After being confirmed by the system, she violently dismantled the "humanoid weapon", and then lost all strength, and sat directly on top of the robot's body as if angry.

【I'm so tired, system," the little girl was a little frustrated, 【I'm so tired. 】

The system suddenly feels sorry for its host: [Let's rest for a while.Someone has called the police, and reporters have also come.I promise they won't be able to photograph you, let's rest for a while before leaving. 】

Lydia looked at her blood-stained gloves and sighed: [...I didn't complete the goal, the system, he really, really...]

Lydia didn't say the rest.

The tip of her nose trembled, and her dark green pupils had the illusion of being enlarged.

[I seem to smell Clark,] She was distracted, [He also came to run the news?No, why do I think the smell is coming from above? 】

The system is as quiet as a chicken, so let yourself never make an embarrassing duck call.

But Lydia suddenly raised her head as if she had finally discovered something.

It is already winter.

The moment Lydia looked up, a little snowflakes fell from the dark night sky, icy cold, and melted on the girl's cheeks.

The atmosphere belonging to Clark was getting closer and closer. In the cold winter night, it seemed that the gentlest sunshine still gave Lydia an illusion of warmth from the bones to the fingertips.

illusion.

That's Superman.

He has black hair, blue eyes, a diamond-shaped "S" on his chest, a tight blue uniform, and a red cloak fluttering behind him.

Everyone's soul breath is unique, just like fingerprints and pupils, they are the "keys" used to identify identities. The difference is that fingerprints and pupils can be disguised, but the smell of the soul cannot.

Especially the strong and warm breath.

He smelled of Clark Kent.

He is superman.

For a moment, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck, allowing Lydia to finally connect all the messy incidents together.

Clark, Superman.

It turns out that Clark is Superman.

No wonder... no wonder.No wonder that ordinary and honest little reporter has a soul that makes people feel so warm and moving.

Lydia didn't know what mood she was in, she just felt a sore nose.

She was born with well-developed lacrimal glands, and she couldn't hold back the tears she had endured for a long time.

Maybe it was grievance, or some other feeling, plus what Lex did today... Lydia in uniform is always so straightforward.

As Superman landed slowly, and the red boots were about to touch the ground, Lydia cursed.

"Superman you bastard!"

Clark:? ? ?

Then, she stood up suddenly, jumped and hugged the big blue man's waist.

"hug."

She said in a sobbing voice.