The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Don't ask how Superman can recognize him even after the clown has removed his make-up.

After all, although there is no oil paint on the face, the highlighted green curly hair and the two centipede-like scars at the corners of the mouth are still very recognizable, not to mention, in Wilson's words, the clown's strange temperament, even half a world away , and will never let people admit their mistakes!

Clark looked tangledly at the clown, and then tangledly at the blown-off corner of the mountain, hesitant to speak, feeling very uncomfortable.

He really wanted to find the other three people who were affected by the storm, but the first one he faced was the clown...a particularly difficult and unfamiliar person, so he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

If I have to describe it, this feeling is probably: one of the four major tragedies in life, "meeting an old friend in a foreign country-the creditor", but right now, the creditor may have to change into a pervert to cope with the situation.Seeing the wet clown running towards him happily like a bird, this superhero who never changed his face in the face of strong winds and waves took a shameful step back.

He's really kind.

Even if he is a superhero, a guy with this attribute will definitely not be able to handle it!

……

In any case, Superman and the Joker met smoothly.

After Superman cleared away the gravel and rubbish made by the clown from the mountain road and made sure that there would be no secondary collapse, he grabbed his sloppy shirt collar and flew into the sky with this big trouble.

"There is something strange here. It seems that the people who enter can only move within a certain range and cannot leave the town at all. I tried several times before I found you. Every time I reached the border, I would be blocked by an invisible gas mask , can’t go any further.” Superman looked solemn, “Unfortunately, I haven’t figured out what kind of power that is.”

The clown was lifted into the air, his drooping limbs swaying left and right as the temporary partner's direction changed, looking listless and unmotivated.But hearing what Superman narrated, he also remembered another thing.

"If you put it that way, the peddler who sold me the bomb just now doesn't look like a human being at all." Without changing his face, he said the robbery was a business, and the clown raised his arms shamelessly and put them around his chest, pretending to be thinking up, "An alien like you?"

"Wh...what aliens?" Superman shuddered and stammered in denial, "It's just a, aberration, just, just like Gabby and The Flash, very, very normal!"

Superman is very guilty.

You must know that although there have been several superpowers, he is still the only one with aliens, and he always feels that he will be disadvantaged if he is exposed rashly.This is also easy to understand, just like the control freak of Batman has a bad attitude towards all foreign heroes who set foot in his "territory". Especially for a powerful outsider like him, I am afraid that he will not have so much kindness.

Even if his actions are only for saving and not destroying.

The above are just Superman's own considerations and guesses. I have to say that people with normal nerves will also have delicate and sensitive thoughts. This guess is almost inseparable.

This is indeed a very critical issue. There are no endless visitors from the universe, and the perpetrators are almost all gangsters, psychopaths, mutants, and experimental lunatics. Exposing the identities of aliens is harmful rather than beneficial.

Clark's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but the clown laughed heartlessly, "You look more like a little cat!" As if he had discovered a new world, he twisted his body to see the other party's current state. The expression, of course, was forcibly suppressed by Superman, "Don't move around, be careful not to fall."

The clown shrugged his shoulders, and then became honest again, as if to break Superman's luck, he explained evil-heartedly, "Wilan told me, he has been studying you for almost 20 years like an idiot, I'm afraid it's better than your own. You know yourself, haha~"

Cold sweat began to break out on Superman's forehead, "Who else knows about this besides you?" Veran is dead, if the only one who knows is the clown...

Uh, the risk factor doesn't seem to have decreased a bit?

Super tired.

The clown changed his expression of surprise, "So the little earth cat is really an alien? How could Wei Lan tell people such a thing." He said angrily, "Of course I was blind ~"

"..."

So angry!Superman... Superman, he wanted to let go.

Clark took a deep breath, so as not to be annoyed to death, he changed the subject abruptly, "...We don't have much time, we must find a house before midnight, otherwise there will be danger. I have observed before, the sky here Once the darkness reaches a certain level, people will suddenly faint, and will wake up naturally the next morning, during which time they will completely lose control of their bodies, just like..."

The clown accepted it as soon as he saw it, and analyzed it following Superman's thinking, "Like some kind of program?"

"Yes."

Hey!That's interesting!

So this is a testing ground?Are their magnetic fields that affect them artificially controlled?As for the program...how can it be broken?Where are the bugs?

What to do, I'm getting more and more interested...

Narrowing his eyes to cover up the explicit interest, Napier licked his lips, and raised his hand to cover most of his face, only showing the crazy eyes half hidden between his fingers, and the corner of his mouth outside his palm.

The corners of the red mouth are uneven and high, "It's so interesting, this guy who sets up order is very suitable for me! Let's go and play with him~"

Clark twitched the corners of his mouth, tightened the collar he was clutching in his hands, and shook the clown left and right to show his rejection, "Time is running out, there are train stations and bus stations ahead, I'm going to the bus station to see if there is anyone out there. Method."

The implication is that I don't have time to play with you!Superman's tone was unusually cold and firm, and there was no room for refutation.

"..."

The clown was deflated, drooped his arms unhappily, and fell silent.

Superman was unmoved, "Tell me what you found."

"Hmph~" The clown pouted, "The bombs here are particularly useful?"

It's a waste of my question... Clark rolled his eyes and silently speeded up.

The outline of the bus station can already be seen from a distance.I just hope that this time it will be smoother than the previous visit to the station.

In fact, before he met the clown, he had already visited the train. Unfortunately, the tunnel leading to the train was pitch black. After walking a few steps, he encountered the invisible barrier again. Exit to the outside world.

What was even weirder was that just as he exited the tunnel and was about to leave, a person suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards him in a daze.Then, accompanied by a loud siren, a train came out of the tunnel with no exit!

It should be a freight train. Seeing the grey-haired and unshaven homeless man bent over to pick up the fallen wood cinders, Superman pursed his lips and quietly backed away.

At that time, he didn't know what kind of existence this phantom-like town was, and he didn't dare to contact the aborigines rashly.But now that he has flown all the way, he has been paying attention to the social conversations of the residents of the town, and he can basically confirm that the residents here, even the mayor, have nothing to do with the hidden manipulator.

They are more like NPCs who have accepted a certain setting, they will only show specific dialogues and behavioral trajectories, and they have no self.

My thoughts drifted away for a few minutes, and then I came back to my senses, and the bus stop was right in front of me.

"It's here." Clark sank suddenly, and after a little buffer, he landed firmly on the ground.

"There's a woman." The clown stretched out his crumpled suit and shirt, and when he looked up, he saw a fat woman with brown hair.

"She looks a bit difficult?" Clark has deep nasolabial folds, sharp eyes, coupled with an unhappy expression, and a temperament that can yell at any time, making Clark a little nervous. Obviously, this is the type he is least able to deal with , "Why don't you come?"

He glanced at the clown, who was leaning against a big tree, with his hands in his pockets, he didn't know what he was doing. As soon as he finished speaking, the clown laughed in a low voice, "Okay~" He cooperated He responded, and then took out the cherry bomb that he had been playing with, "You don't mind if I use this old method?"

what old way?Threats of intimidation?Superman pulled back the eager clown, walked over by himself, forget it, let him do it.

Walking to the side of the woman, Superman smiled righteously, "Hello?"

"I was reading the paper this morning, and I got very depressed. The world is a rotten place."

"what?"

"You have to be careful too, or you'll be bloody sooner or later... My dad keeps telling me that, ha ha."

Superman was dumbfounded.

The clown laughed while leaning on the tree, "Have you been warned?" He hopped over and whispered into Clark's ear, "What's so good about being a hero? Maybe one day it will really become a death." Oh cat, why not be like me..."

"Being a criminal?" Superman glanced at him. "The death rate seems to be higher?"

The clown's eyes wandered suspiciously for a moment.

Superman went to talk to the woman again, but didn't get any reply again, "Is it really the same as I guessed." He frowned, "I'm afraid the people here are in a certain place, and they can only say certain things."

"Npc? Hey, stupid super, what do you think that is?"

"What did you call me?" Clark glared.

The clown walked to a gray metal box on his own, poked and pressed, and suddenly there was a ding, and a line of words appeared on the electronic screen.

[Are you sure to spend 500 gold coins to buy a ticket to enter the Calico Desert? 】

"This can go out!"

Superman pursed his lips, "I saw it, but do you have money?"

"I bought a bomb..." The clown felt aggrieved and took out his pocket.

"What a coincidence, neither did I..."

The two looked at each other.

"So go make money first?"

"No, go find a vacant house first, I don't want to faint outside again."

The agreement was reached, and Superman picked up the clown again and flew into the sky.

"Let's discuss, can we change our position next time?" The clown twisted his body in dissatisfaction.

"I'm afraid not." Superman said dryly, and suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he stopped.

"what happened?"

"Look over there." He pointed to the mountain in front of him, his voice was dry, "It's recovered."

That was the mountain that the clown blasted down before, but at this moment, it took only half a day, and it has recovered to its original state, and it doesn't look like it did before at all!

Superman looked at the scene as if it had been formatted, and felt creepy.

The damage outside the setting can be repaired, so how long can they exist outside the setting?