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

Of course, Karl does not intend to criticize or praise Thor's ideas from a certain angle.

He doesn't like to judge right and wrong, because his understanding of "right and wrong" has always been very vague.The moral benchmark is not clear enough in his mind. This is actually a very dangerous thing, which means that Superman may fall into the abyss at any time, although depravity does not necessarily only have disadvantages-when the dictator is wise enough, dictatorship is the best. good system.

Carl couldn't possibly guarantee that he would always be right.

But in his eyes who can see countless parallel worlds, the best future can indeed be cultivated, and the best direction can indeed be arranged. In this case, whether to let humans explore by themselves is the biggest "mistake" "?

... No, there is no answer to this question.

For those who live on the edge of life and death, the reign of Superman is the best era, and for those who live affluent lives with ideals and hopes, the reign of Superman is undoubtedly the worst nightmare.

"What are you waiting for?" Thor's puzzled voice sounded. "We should go, Superman, I have a lot to tell you. Batman over there, I am very sorry for what I have done to your city." If there is anything I need to do, please feel free to speak up."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Batman replied darkly, "But I do have a question. Who are you?"

"Thor Odinson, son of Odin." Thor reported his identity without thinking, "Superman is my student, he—"

"Kal. El (Kryptonian language)." Superman said calmly, "You can call me Kay."

He could feel Batman's gaze shifted to his face, even through the gray eyepatch, that focused and silent gaze still brought pressure that could not be ignored.

Batman neither uttered a word nor took the initiative to attack them, but he didn't seem to want to leave either. Robin stood behind Batman, holding his breath, and Carl felt the other party's anxiety and nervousness.

As for Thor?After he introduced himself, he resumed his stand-off status, standing behind Carl, looking determined to leave the communication work to Carl.

"Get out of here," Batman said.

He turned around and got into the Batmobile first. Robin, full of doubts and bewilderment, trotted after him. Before leaving, he waved to Superman and said loudly, "Goodbye Superman! I hope we meet again next time." Time to get along a bit better! Well, I'm not saying you're not easy to get along with, I'm saying today doesn't seem like a good time to meet new people. We've got to deal with the mess you and Odinson left, so go ahead ..."

Superman turned his head to look at Thor, in his calm eyes, Thor said: "That dark Batman has a bad temper too, it's true that I was at fault first, it's okay to say that he has a bad attitude towards me, It's not right that he treats you this badly. Doesn't he just say 'get out of here'?"

Carl sighed faintly.

"Let's get out of here first, teacher." Superman persuaded gently, "I think I know why you came to Earth."

"You guessed it right," Thor's expression became a little quieter, "I was exiled by my father again."

In the Batmobile, Robin, who had endured for a long time, couldn't help asking: "What's going on with you today, Batman? Don't lie to me. Although I have only been your assistant for a few months, I know your style well." Well, you don't look like you today. Let's not talk about that Odinson thing. When Superman flew down from the sky, you didn't see your own expression—well, I didn't see it either. , but I can feel it! You were absolutely distracted!"

"It's enough to surprise me that you didn't throw a batarang at them when you first saw them, and then they're talking about old times in front of you, and you don't even bother to interject? Don't tell me nothing happened, I But the assistant of the world's number one detective, even if your reasoning ability is not as good as yours, I can see that you have dealt with Superman. Absolutely."

Batman said, "You talk too much, Robin."

"Did you just know that I talk a lot today? I just found out today that you met Superman." Robin pouted, "It's too much! You know that Superman is the superhero I admire the most, but you didn't tell me anything! I know you must have Superman's data, but I can't find anything in your bat computer, you must have set permissions!"

Obviously meeting Superman today stimulated the young Robin. The Batmobile driving into the Batcave was full of his chanting and complaints, while Batman kept a high degree of silence, no matter what tone Robin used to accuse He, he didn't say a word.

Robin, who got off the Batmobile, finally gave up his efforts, changed his uniform and went to sleep dejectedly.

He was young, after all, and Batman didn't always take him on late night patrols, nor did he allow him to participate in most night operations.

Alfred popped out from the corner and stared at him with disapproving eyes that only Bruce could see: "If my memory is not wrong, Master Richard is only eight years old, sir, his sleep The time was well below international standards for this age group."

"I'll reduce his activity time," Batman said.

Alfred nodded lightly, gently placed the Earl Gray tea and baked biscuits in his hands on the table, put away the dinner plate, and left the Batcave without a sound.

Batman didn't touch the food.

He sat silently in front of the monitor, and the video of Superman falling from the sky was clearly played back on the computer screen. There was a warm smile on that handsome face, and the blue eyes shone with warmth and joy.

Superman looks exactly like he did when he was two years old.

It's just that the baby fat around his cheeks has faded away, the proportion of his eyes to his face is not as exaggerated as when he was a child, and his tone of voice is not so tender and sweet. Most importantly, he will not stay up all night because of unsatisfactory developments. He wailed and cried all night, making people restless.

Batman turned off the video, opened the encrypted folder in the computer, and found a photo that was buried very deeply.

He stared at the picture for a while, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

Cal does know many truths about the world, some secrets dating back to the planet's infancy.But even a superman with infinite power on earth can't remember most of the things that happened before he was three years old.

As a Kryptonian baby, Carl has shown his difference since he was just over one year old:

He can lift a sofa, suspend himself a few meters above the ground, run at the same speed as a train, and is smart enough to understand things that many five or six-year-old children cannot understand. He doesn't like to talk because his teeth haven't grown much.

Raising him was troublesome and draining, even for Alexander.

But the difficult part for Alexander wasn't that he didn't have the time and energy (he couldn't have), but that young Karl wasn't always happy to play with him.

After excluding those differences, Carl was not much different from ordinary babies when he was young.

Stubborn and volatile, moody and illogical, almost nothing keeps him interested for more than two days.

He squats in the cornfield to watch the little ants move, swings in the yard, and is happy to sit there when he is happy or unhappy.

Laugh when he is happy, cry when he is unhappy - he can cry for two whole days without stopping, even without too many other reasons, nothing makes him unhappy and uncomfortable, he just cries, as if he just I really want to cry hoarsely, my nose is red from crying, and the blue eyes that occupy half of my face are soaked in tears, like a pool of blue crystals.

Alexander made every effort to please him, but found nothing.

The turn of events had nothing to do with Alexander, because the turn of events came from a black panther who didn't know how to get in here.

Of course Alexander knew that there was a black panther nearby, but he didn't care.

In front of Karl, the black panther's attack power is about zero, and the claws and teeth belonging to wild animals can only scratch Karl's coat at most.

It is thin, fit, and graceful, and its slow pacing in the woods reveals the unique grace of cats.

When Karl found it, it was eating and drinking enough, lying on the branch and taking a nap.

For this cub that approached it hastily, it just gave a lazy glance, its long black tail was hanging from the treetops, swinging it slowly, not knowing what kind of fate awaited it.

Carl raised his face and stared at the tail dangling in front of his eyes.

When he got home that day, Carl showed Alexander the black panther, which he had tormented so weakly, like offering a treasure.

"Kitty!"

He said aloud, his face flushed with joy and pride from the amount of exercise and excitement.

Alexander looked at the black panther that Karl was riding on his back with his ears pinched, then looked at Karl's expectant eyes, and decided to keep it without hesitation. From then on, he decided that this "kitten" was to be The star child plays with the bullying Leopard student.

Carl likes his new partner very much.

After that, he never cried again, and immersed himself in the furry happiness that the kitten brought him all day long.He chased and ran with the kitten, rolled together in the harvested cornfield, rode on the kitten's back, and rubbed the kitten's ears and tail.

"Kitty!"

He calls his mate so seriously, takes care of him very seriously, and when he finds his kitten covered in dust, he will force it to take a bath.

The panther loved him too.

Most of the time, it is semi-forced to play with Carl, and a few times, it will circle the little Carl on its chest and abdomen, lower its head, and gently lick Carl's hair.

Who knows?Maybe it loves Carl too.

Like loving a brother or friend who doesn't understand the language and acts erratically, a strange species living on its own territory.