Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Carl himself disapproved of Howard's feigned death and escape from Tony from the very beginning.

But that's the way it is, Tony can't pretend to be sad, tell him the truth, Howard's plans are likely to be all zero, and those arrangements and plans are all made by undercover agents in Hydra It was arranged at the risk of his life, and if he was not careful, dozens of lives and decades of dark lines would be wasted, and it was helpless to hide it from Tony.

There is no perfect thing in the world. Energy and time are not unlimited. If you choose one, you have to give up the other. Even a superman must make a choice.

What's more, Howard is just an ordinary person without any superpowers.

Great careers are bound to be accompanied by tragic sacrifices. It is cruel to say that, but Howard himself chose to sacrifice Tony's childhood.

Karl can work hard between them and help them understand each other, but that's all he can do. He always remembers what William taught him years ago, and he deeply believes:

Those real difficulties and problems cannot be helped by others, and only the parties themselves can solve them.

He looked at Howard with bright eyes, and Howard and Carl looked at each other for a few seconds before turning their heads.

"It's still too early, the sight of him hasn't passed yet," he said. "No, tell him later. It won't be too long, Carl, it will be soon."

Soon ass, Carl thought.

He was a little angry, or maybe this anger was mixed with some powerlessness.Is the nature of these control freaks so unchangeable?You just can't tolerate things beyond your control, can you?

He is self-willed, self-righteous, and refuses to learn his lesson unless a real catastrophe is imminent, even if he has just walked through the gate of hell, and the wound is just healed, he will revert to his old ways.

"When exactly?" Carl pressed. He really rarely talked to people with such an attitude. "How old do you think Tony is? You can't tell him nothing! Especially when you and Maria are still young." To live such a big event!"

"He will screw everything up!" Howard was also angry, "Carl, you know what kind of temper he is, he doesn't care about anything, he has a childish temper, how can I trust him with such an important matter?"

Carl was silent for a moment.

He stared at Howard intently for a while, and Howard suddenly panicked, feeling that something was wrong.

An inexplicable intuition made him unable to help but speak softly: "Carl, it's not that I didn't mean to tell him..."

"You just think you're in control," Carl said. "You just think you're smarter than anybody, you can control everything, you control people's hearts. You don't tell Tony you can't, You worry that he will do bad things, because you can't stand things that are out of your control. You never discipline him, but you still put yourself in the position of a discipliner-you can only give birth, not raise."

"Pay attention to your words, Karl." Maria raised her voice, "Is Tony born by him? He just sprinkled some seeds into the fertile land. This kid was born in October of my pregnancy. He is almost nothing like him. thing."

"Maria!" Howard, who was stunned by Carl's words, called out.

"Don't mind, my dear, just to correct Carl's bad language, I don't participate in your little conflicts."

Howard, who was surrounded by the two of them, sighed.

"Tell him next month," he said to Carl. "Whether the Hydra thing is resolved or not, tell him next month that we're alive."

A month is a little long, but considering that this is the result of countless steps back for Howard, Carl nodded in satisfaction: "It's a deal."

He spent a pleasant afternoon at Xavier College, and the students did not show much vigilance or anxiety about his arrival, but when Carl sat at the table, no one took the initiative to sit with him.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Wanda and Pietro were not there at the moment, and no one helped him, and Carl occupied a long table alone.

In front of him was the free pizza and some fruit pies provided by the college to the students. He used a fork to pick up the food and stuffed it into his mouth. His expression was not too sad, but he was also a little bit at a loss.

In fact, these students did not hate him.

Carl.Al's image was discussed and designed by Karl and Alexander. It is different from the tall and straight figure, fit and elegant posture, stable and friendly appearance when he was Superman.When he was in Al, he adjusted the center of gravity of his body so that his shoulders had a slight sense of height and height, and his back and chest were slightly arched, which made him look not as tall as he actually was.

There will be a slight bounce in his steps, his expressions are more flexible and changeable, his pitch, timbre, and accent have been adjusted, and his hairstyle is different from when he was Superman, even without glasses to change his eye color And the shape of his face, people who are most familiar with Superman can't recognize him as Superman.

People's impression of a person is a whole made up of small details. Even if people don't know this, when they meet an acquaintance on the road, even if it's just a back view, people can see from the other person's overall figure, walking Recognize each other in posture and small movements.

Trained agents can rely on simple makeup tools to disguise themselves as another person to take advantage of this, but even the top agents have difficulty removing all their habits when disguising, but Carl can-after all He just needs to masquerade as a fixed image.

Even Carl.The persona of Al isn't exactly his disguise, it's a vital part of who he is.

He just selectively showed this part, hiding the other part of him.

Alone, he ate in silence, and after a while, a little girl walked into the cafeteria.

She has brilliant blond hair and silent blue eyes, and there is an indescribable purity in her face.Karl looked at her, and after she scanned the cafeteria, she walked towards Karl with her plate and sat across from him.

"Carl." Carl, who had been sitting alone for a long time, immediately showed her a friendly smile. He couldn't wait to introduce himself, as if he was relieved that he was finally not sitting alone.

The girl looked up at him, and after a second or two, she seemed to understand what Carl meant, and replied slowly, "My name is Angela."

"Ah, your name means Guardian Angel." Carl smiled, he turned his head to look at Angela, his eyes sparkled, "I like your name."

"Carl means brave and free." Angela answered him, "I like your name too."

They stopped talking, and each ate up the food on the plate. Angela didn't take much food, and Carl didn't have much food left. He waited for Angela to finish eating before eating up the french fries on the plate. , and then invited Angela to hang out together.

Angela silently nodded in agreement.

After that, Wanda brought Pietro to join the team. Pietro has a lively personality, Wanda is smart and winks, and Carl is also a character who can talk non-stop when someone talks to him, so this line of work Among the four, although Angela hardly spoke, they got along very well.

After walking around Xavier Academy like this, Karl could clearly feel the students' eyes gradually softening when they looked at him. Some mutants who looked completely the same as normal people would even actively nod and smile at Karl.

Before leaving, he took out a check book from his pocket, signed his name on the top one, tore it off, and handed it to Wanda: "Give it to your principal, I heard that your funds are not enough. .”

"No, no, Karl..." Wanda was about to refuse immediately, and Karl stuffed the check into her hand without any explanation.

"Don't mind." He looked quite indifferent, "I inherited the Ayer Group, and my brother is very profitable, and my family's money will never be spent in a few lifetimes. Tell Charles, just fill in any funds that are lacking, anyway. This money is also obtained by capitalists exploiting labor power.”

At this moment, Carl was already very familiar with Wanda and Pietro. Hearing what he said, Wanda did not reject the check, but raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly.

She was beautiful, really, kind of radiant and good-looking, with loose red hair--natural red hair is not actually red, but ginger, and the ginger hair reflects a little in the bright light. A special layer of red luster, golden and red intertwined in such long hair under the sun, like a cluster of flowing flames.

Just like Westerners have a hopeless "blond hair and blue eyes" plot, in their inherent concepts and cultural cues, red-haired women mean beautiful women.

Orientals say "one white covers all ugliness", because fair skin is a very important attribute in oriental aesthetics, and natural red hair is like fair skin in oriental culture in western culture, which itself is synonymous with beauty. With a face without obvious flaws, such a woman can already be called a beauty.

As for Wanda, she not only has flaming red hair, but also a face that is one in a million.Her chin has an unusually elegant arc, her brow bones are clear, her eye sockets are deep, her nose bridge is high and straight, and the tip of her nose is slightly raised, which neutralizes the natural glamor and looks a little cute.

Carl stared at her intently, his eyes wandering in her fiery long hair, it took a long time until Pietro became a little vigilant, then he retracted his gaze and shrugged towards the two who were seeing them off.

"I'm leaving," he said. "Goodbye."

Pietro hurriedly replied: "Goodbye Karl!"

"That's funny," said Wanda. "You like my hair?"

"I like you (you)." Carl replied with a smile.

He got into the car and drove away.

At the same time, a low-key black commercial vehicle is driving in the metropolis.

Lex sat in the back seat, gazing at this beautiful city through the window, seeing everything neat and clean, laughing and laughing. Looking at all this, the satisfaction and pride of a monarch visiting his own country rose in his heart.

Look at those stupid people, look at those ridiculous children, look at those young men and women who are blinded by impetuous love, look at those old people who support each other and walk across the road...

How beautiful it all was, Lex sighed inwardly, like an emperor admiring the sacrifice he was about to make to the gods.

Pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep will die for the gods.

What an honor that is!