[Comprehensive British and American] Daily life of a data balancer

"Control your strength, Superman." When the Justice League finished work, Batman watched the ambulance roaring away, and warned his colleagues with a gloomy face and a terrifying voice.

"I'm sorry." Superman replied, also looking worried at the departing ambulance.

10 minutes ago, the toy people took place in the metropolis, the giant Barbie dancing in the square on the main road, and the princesses that can only be seen in Disneyland.

Just like every supervillain attack in the past, the Justice League sent the two heroes on duty, plus the nearby Superman to form a team to take care of it.Everything was fine until Superman ripped the toyman's mech and handled it as gently as he usually does, but this time the result was different.

He hurt the toyman when he punched the mecha.Although Superman accurately controlled his strength based on past experience, this time it was different.

Or the toy man's mecha has become brittle, or his strength is not properly controlled.But no one would think it was the former, including Superman himself.

"Don't be so hostile, old bat." Hal descended from mid-air, he controlled the lantern ring to help clean up the wreckage on the main road so as not to cause traffic jams, and said casually, "I have to work overtime for Christmas, Superman is not in good condition." It's understandable, but it didn't cause any serious injuries."

"..." Batman looked back at the green light, continuing to release low pressure, but this green light was completely immune to his death threats, he didn't even look at him, but patted Superman on the shoulder "Dude, you just That block was perfect."

"Actually, I didn't deliberately block it..." Superman waved his hand and didn't take credit for it. Just now, the toy man fired a missile towards the nearby building. Superman and the green light didn't have time to pick it up. In desperation, Superman yelled at the toy man. 'What's the matter come to me! ', as a result, the missile made a sharp turn as if it had been remotely controlled, changed its direction and came straight to Superman.

"Maybe the toy man is the missile that was set to track me. He just shot a feint at the opposite building." Superman thought so.

So Batman had to give up. He waved his hand and warned Superman, "Pay attention to your strength, Superman. If you are not in the right state, don't participate in the battle."

"I'll keep an eye on it," Superman promises, and since it's not a big deal, they all forget about it.

"You know, I'm a mage and a librarian, but not a psychiatrist." Wang finally couldn't help it anymore, he and the book in front of him, since Stephen sat in front of him, started talking about that book I didn't turn over a page, "I can't give you a solution even if you tell me these things."

"..." Stephen was silent, he buried his face in his hands, and then put it down again, very frustrated, "Can't you just sit there quietly and listen to me and then comfort me, even if it means meaning?"

"No." Wang mercilessly interrupted Stephen's dream of becoming a little princess, and replied blankly, "You know what, I've been listening to your nagging here for more than half an hour, going over and over again. I can understand the inconsistency, as far as you and the rich woman who took care of you, what happened to you, what happened to her, there is no domestic violence, no quarrel or even a disagreement, you know that dog abuse is illegal these days ?"

"..." Stephen was frightened by Wang's scolding, and he looked at the other party in shock. He didn't expect the guy opposite him to be so resentful.

Wang snatched the untouched tea that he made for Stephen before, took a big gulp and continued to say, "I didn't mean you look like a little girl, wake up, your man Suppose you're an archmage, Doctor."

"..."

Wang stopped, looked at the archmage who was still stunned, and felt that he must take jujube pills to lead this temple.It took him a second to deeply reflect on the possibility that his tone might be too aggressive, then he took a breath, and changed into a softer voice, "Look, the theme of this matter is that you were misunderstood by your friend's friend with you and She's having an affair, I don't understand what's bothering you, you don't know her friends well and you did have an affair with her in the past."

Wang felt that his tone was very good now, Stephen's expression began to loosen into a distressed frown, and he perfectly played the tone of a close big sister, walked around the table and sat on the chair next to Stephen, patting him on the shoulder , "It seems to me that this is not what bothers you."

Stephen rolled his eyes at him, and let out a sarcastic laugh, "What else could that be?"

"You have to think about it yourself." Wang Zhong patted him again and said, "Is it the relationship between you and her that bothers you? Or is it the problem of her 'stepping on two boats' in this relationship?"

Zatanna felt that she shouldn't be in this muddy water so that she could ensure that she could enjoy the fire and eat watermelon at home at Christmas, but now she has to travel long distances to this remote town and take risks. In the snow, with two witchers, an angel and a crooked ex-boyfriend.

It all started when she asked Constantine a few days ago, and the inquiry was out of control. Constantine took her to find two witchers named Winchester, who claimed to have been to that monastery , and took away a magic weapon, and is currently looking for a man named Metatron, who is said to be able to answer some questions.

"Is this right here?" Dean stopped outside a fenced courtyard and asked, pointing to the address on the nameplate at the door. The wind and snow were too heavy for them to drive, and they had to rely on Castiel to send them teleportation, which made him I feel very bad, and I want to finish my work and go back to the hotel as soon as possible.

"Probably..." Sam squinted his eyes to identify a circle, and then looked at the house in front of the fence surrounded by a small yard. He was a little uncertain. The famous clerk they were looking for lived in such an ordinary house. place.

"It's here." The angel's tone sounded very determined, injecting some confidence into the group.

When Constantine walked to the door and raised his hand to knock, the door opened first. A short, fat, gray-haired little old man poked his head out from the door and saw a group of people standing At the door, I didn't feel scared, but a helpless expression took up most of it.

He scanned the group of people one by one, and then rolled his eyes, "I still hope that I can spend the New Year safely."

"..." The four men looked at me, I looked at you, and finally all eyes fell on the angel. Castiel squinted his eyes for a while, then nodded, "It's him."

"...I thought that when you were choosing skins, you would pick good ones." Dean looked at the little old man in front of him, then at Castiel, and joked.

However, the angel replied solemnly, "The beauty and ugliness of human skin has nothing to do with us, we choose a more pious belief..."

"Okay, okay." Dean raised his hands in a state of surrender, interrupting his friend to continue chattering.

And Zatanna had had enough of the snow outside, and she stepped forward, ending all the gag and asking "Can we go in?"

"For the lady, of course." The old man smiled at her, and opened the door.

They entered the house before the wind and snow poured into the house.Like everyone's home, there is a warm fire here, but there is no Christmas atmosphere.

"No holidays?" Dean looked around, sure that there was nothing about Christmas here.

"You mean the distorted festival created by the pagan god." Metatron, who had been officially identified, sat on the sofa with ease and looked at the five men and women who came.

"You don't look surprised we're here," Constantine asked, curious about the subject even before he entered the door.

"Of course, I read a whole series of books about you." Metatron pointed to a row of "Evil Force" on the next shelf "The famous Winchester brothers, and their guardian angel Castiel, We met in heaven, a long time ago." He turned to Constantine as he said, "As for you, your reputation in this circle is even more incredible, you have deceived the devil John Constantine."

"As for you, miss... forgive my blindness..."

"Zatana Zatara."

"You are Gwani Zatara's..."

"That's my father, he's... not here anymore."

"I'm sorry." Metatron showed a regretful expression, and at the same time seemed to know everything about her.

"Metatron, why did you leave Paradise?" Castiel scanned the rows of books in the corner bookcase, picked up a question and asked first.

"The heaven you're talking about? The angels are intriguing and fighting for power, and the gods are no longer there, so why do you need me as a clerk?" Metatron said, as if it was a matter of course.

Hearing this, Dean laughed. He raised his eyebrows and sat on the sofa and asked, "So what, did you come to the world to find faith if you didn't like heaven?"

For a moment, Metatron showed a look of awe, but it was fleeting, and only the master deception caught on to this detail, and Metatron became indifferent the next moment, and he waved Vaguely said, "Winchester, you shouldn't jump to conclusions about things you don't understand."

"Are you writing something?" Sam had already walked around the living room, and he walked to the old-fashioned typewriter in the corner. Some characters have been worn out and cannot be seen clearly, and there is still a stack of paper next to it.

"Oh, that, that was just for fun." Metatron quickly stood up, walked over and swept the scattered papers together, Sam only had time to see a few words, about the multiverse, the fighting world, the speed force, Shenjun and other profound and unclear vocabulary.

There was a word that caught his eyes, which made him quickly reach out and grab the piece of paper that Metatron was putting away, "Nephalem?"

"This is just a third-rate fantasy novel written for fun, don't take it too seriously." Metatron replied vaguely.

But Sam didn't stop asking, he said, "But that word, it exists, right, nephalem?"

"We, heard a rumor." Zatana tried to walk to Metatron's side when he was hesitating, and said in a sincere tone, "We are here for help."

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In these two chapters, let me go through the plot buffer first...

And remember what Superman's skills are?

Also, some girls asked why the treatment in Akam is so good, because it is essentially a sanatorium for the mentally ill... From a humane point of view, the treatment in the sanatorium is really good, but networking should not be allowed. Escape from Akama is a stand-alone game that does not need it Networking, but these crazy people must have their own way to connect to the Internet, you know