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

Tony circles the freeway in New York City.

The car didn't have a hood, so he could only open all the windows at most. The hissing wind messed up his open collar and poured into his cuffs, and the knot of tie that he took off casually was crushed. Between Tony's back and the back of the chair, most of it floated out of the window, was blown wildly, and twisted its body wantonly.

The stereo was turned up to the loudest, and the deafening heavy metal music blasted like a waterfall, washing down the empty long street.

"Jarvis!" Tony yelled, "Can you sing, Jarvis? Sing a song!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but that's not my job."

"You're such a disappointment, Jarvis!"

"You have turned thirteen times along this road, sir. Although there are not many vehicles at this time, you have already attracted attention. I detected that the media is approaching. Do you want to return as planned?"

"Whatever you want, Jarvis, whatever you want, you wonderful—incomparable guy!" Tony laughed, and rummaged around in the car, and finally found a small bottle of vodka in an iron box, " Jesus, is Pep driving this car? She's such a drive..."

He raised his head, generously poured all the vodka into his mouth, and then threw the iron box out of the car.

The iron box that was thrown out during high-speed motion rolled over the ground, rubbing sparks sparks, the remaining wine dripped out and was ignited by the sparks, leaving a long, meteor-like burning line of fire on the road——

Tony whistled and stuck a hand out the window.

His fingers were bent, gently stroking the strong wind that passed through his fingers.

Bruce's car speeds all the way through the luxurious neighborhoods and slums of New York City.

Compared with his identity, his driving style may be too steady, without the slightest flamboyant show off or flamboyant floating. His hands are firmly holding the steering wheel from beginning to end, and his eyes are staring ahead.

His phone was on the dashboard, the screen blacked out.

This is a very normal phenomenon, although Bruce.Wayne is a well-known playboy and party darling. In people's impression, most of his life is shuttling between various parties. After the last event is over, he rushes to another non-stop, but even In this way, it is still not a simple matter to get Bruce's mobile phone number.

He has several numbers, the number that is public and the easiest to get, the number for one-line contact with his recent female partner, and the private number that only a few people know.

Bruce may not answer every call from the first two numbers, and any time someone calls into the last number, he will immediately put down what he is doing.

But Carl doesn't call.

To be honest, Carl didn't have anything particularly urgent to look for him.

This young man who Bruce suspects may be Superman has a very remarkable character trait, that is, he only texts and does not call.

Carl always seems to avoid long exchanges and dialogues as much as possible, although he is actually a very talkative person from his chat with Dick, he obviously prefers short speeches.

He has a very enthusiastic personality, has a plan in his work, and hardly defends against others, but it is also difficult for you to understand what he is thinking.

Bruce was looking for the headquarters of the Wayne Group in New York on the navigator. Of course, he couldn't just drive all the way back to Gotham. It was a journey across half of the United States. Of course, the most sensible decision is to find a place to live first. , and then contact the Wayne Group to help him arrange the itinerary...

The phone vibrated and a text message came in.

It's Cal, Bruce thought, and it could only be Cal.

The pitch-black screen was awakened, and Bruce glanced briefly, and it was indeed a text message from Carl, and it seemed that there was still a long string.

"Projection," he said.

The phone was unlocked by his voiceprint, and the voice command was accepted immediately. This text message with a lot of words was projected on the top of the phone. Bruce browsed it quickly, omitting the words of thanks and question marks, and directly found the point.

"I think Bucky might need a little help too, B, I'm going to take Bucky to Xavier Academy sometime later. Are you going? I took Lex, I took Tony, but I didn't You've been. I think you'd like to go, too."

Bruce finds it slightly amused, what is this?

Carl's behavior was like a child's game.

Put all your friends together, and think that they can become good friends by doing this; if you have something to discuss, you can make a decision and assign tasks; with you.

Frankly speaking, Bruce doesn't hate Carl's logic, he is happy to get along with simple people, but the essence of the problem is that he can't tell [-]% who is simple and who is not.

Carl, for example, before tonight, Bruce had never imagined that Carl wasn't what he appeared to be.

He never even made the connection between Carl and Superman.

Carl.Al, Superman—how could these two have anything in common?They are totally, completely different people.

But any guess needs to be supported by logical reasoning and tangible evidence. Bruce planned in his mind how to find the similarities between Carl and Superman after returning to the Batcave, and to prove his guess, he needed more Superman and Carl profile.

"Reply: Yes, I am also curious about Professor X. We will contact you in advance." He said.

After reading the reply on the phone, Carl threw the phone aside and turned to look at Lex.

He was sitting next to Karl, but he didn't look at Karl, but looked out of the window intently, leaving only a profile of Karl.

"Lexi," Carl called, "what are you looking at? Huh? Look at me, love, and don't look elsewhere."

"Then it's so unfair to me." Lex turned his head and met Carl's eyes. "Who is always looking elsewhere, who is always distracted? Who is—who is holding The lifeblood of the other party, but never take your own ruthlessness to heart?"

"Oh, love... I think we are all like this." Carl smiled lowly.

He moved closer to Lex and put his hand on the side of Lex's face, and Lex tilted his body slightly, placing his entire head in Carl's palm.

It is a gesture of total surrender to oneself.

"I'm not like you," Lex said, looking up at Carl from the bottom up. "I love someone with all my heart and never pay attention to anyone else. What about you? We sit together and you It's texting someone else. Let me guess, is it Steve? Or Tony?"

"Neither." Carl stared into Lex's eyes.

He held Lex's face carefully, tilted his head so that his eyes were parallel to the other's face.

The moon broke free from the thick fog, the clouds dissipated a lot, and the moonlight and starlight danced in the sky.It's really hard for outsiders to see whether they are satisfied with their dance partners, or maybe they can't see it themselves.

"Who is it?" Lex asked.

His tone was bewitchingly gentle, as was his gesture, face and eyes.

You can't imagine Lex.Even Karl couldn't imagine Luther's groveling appearance.

Lex in front of him is irritable, painful, twisted, but also gentle, kind, and elegant.The former image is Lex, who is most familiar to Superman, and the latter is Carl.The Lex that Al is most familiar with, and no matter which Lex it is, is arrogant, cold, and condescending.

...No matter which Lex, this is not the case.

This question is crucial, but also irrelevant.

Lex got no answer.

Carl lowers his head to kiss him, but Lex pulls himself up before Carl can, breaking away from the utterly submissive posture.He leaned back and leaned comfortably on the sofa chair. His body movements and expression showed that he was very relaxed now.

"Don't take it to heart, honey, I'm just asking casually. You know, I'm not in a good mood today. I'm afraid neither of us is in a good mood." Lex calmly said, "This is a terrible fact. In order to avoid the escalation of the conflict, we You should calm down for a while."

"I agree with you," Carl said. "We need a little time and distance."

Lex looked at Carl, and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Too late," he said.

Andrew parked the car at the gate of Al's mansion, Carl got out of the car, and Lex followed after him. Just as he straightened up from the car door, before he could stand still, Andrew stepped on the accelerator and drove away without looking back.

"He's really rude," Lex said, frowning, "but don't take him to heart, Honey, I'm not complaining to you."

"I know." Carl smiled slightly.

He walked into the gate with Lex in his arms, Lao was not at home, neither was Luo, as if they both got some news all of a sudden, so they deliberately avoided it.

Based on Karl's understanding of them, this is probably the truth, otherwise it would not explain why these two people who had nothing to do and spent most of their time wandering around in the living room or other places were not there.

"Do you remember where my room is?" Carl asked.

"That sounds like a dangerous question."

"Don't worry, love, I know what we need, time, and a sense of distance." Carl smiled, calm, brisk, maybe a little bit malicious or not.

Who knows what he wants to do?Before he really revealed his thoughts.

Lex followed Carl upstairs, and Carl clung to him like a trained tango dancer, his arm lightly resting on the back of Lex's waist.

He grasped the distance just right, never close to the skin, but never far away.

"We..." Lex stopped and opened his mouth to say something.

"boom!"

The moment he turned to face Carl, all the so-called sense of proportion in Carl's mouth disappeared, and he took a sudden step forward, pushing Lex against the wall.