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

Tony is very curious about this secret.

That was Carl's secret. Who wouldn't be curious about what secrets this guy who is always honest and never keeps is hiding?

Even in the emergency time when he was busy saving his own life, Tony played his usual death-defying spirit and directed Jarvis to collect and compare Carl's information.

Tony has no specific clues to Carl's hidden secrets. Carl's public information is too little, or the number of times he appears in front of the public is very small. Even now, he maintains an extremely low external exposure rate. Regular attendance at one or two events per month is enough.

What is Carl doing the rest of the time?no one knows.

This guy always stays at home. In Carl's own words, "just do things like reading, writing, and reviewing movies."

After working hard for a long time, Jarvis failed to provide Tony with any answers or possible speculations.

"Sorry, sir, there is not enough information to analyze."

"I knew it," Tony said bitterly.

He had already guessed that Jarvis was unlikely to find useful things from those few simple documents and videos, and let Jarvis deal with this question, one because he was too busy recently, and the other was because he I always feel that Jarvis seems... a little different from when he was first created.

This wasn't the first time Tony had felt this way, he had felt that Jarvis had been abnormal for a long time, and he had just let it go.

Tony had very high expectations for Jarvis.

If he were to tell now how he made Jarvis, Tony couldn't figure it out himself.

Some works are like this. Although Tony doesn't believe in those vain theories of fate, he is also willing to admit that there are indeed many things in the world that modern science cannot explain-Jarvis is not a work, and his value far exceeds The simple "smart housekeeper" in Tony's original plan, he seems to be living in a certain alien space, Tony.Stark just typed that crucial line of code on the computer by accident.

Jarvis's performance is more and more like a kind of "life", a kind of "self-will".

For such a change, Tony chose to stand still.

He believed that no matter what Jarvis became, he would not betray him, not just because of the instructions he left in Jarvis' code.This kind of trust is stupid and groundless, but the arrogance and arrogance in Tony's nature make him stick to his ideas unswervingly.

But now things were different, he was dying...Jarvis couldn't fall into anyone other than Carl's hands.

Hold.He is dying.

Tony seemed to realize suddenly that he was really going to die. From then on, he would have nothing to do with anyone or anything in the world. It wouldn't be long before people would forget him, just like they forgot his "dead" father.

By the way, the old man is not dead yet, the two of them are fine, after feigning death, they will go all over the world to find trouble with Hydra, and don't care about other farts.

My son doesn't care.

After hearing the news of the death of their only son, those two guys probably wouldn't believe it at all, right?After all, they faked their own death first, and with Tony's character, it is not impossible to imitate them and do such a thing. Maybe the old man and mother will still believe that he lives in a certain corner, and they will not believe anyone who tells them the truth .

Another day passed, and Tony rubbed his neck, which was sore from work, and looked up out of the window.

The setting sun dyed the accumulated clouds a magnificent golden red, Tony stared at the sky for a while, and suddenly a red and blue figure flying in the sky flashed in his mind.

A certain guess suddenly surged up, causing him to jolt slowly.

Carl was lying on his couch texting Lex: "Busy lately? What are you doing?"

"Busy working on a space exploration project, Honey." Lex replied quickly.

He sat in front of the office, tapped his fingers on the desktop slowly, and stared at the phone screen.

Moses was standing beside him, reporting to Lex the progress of experiments in all of Lex's secret laboratories.

Moxie has always been responsible for this work alone, and Moxie has even been responsible for more.

After all, Lex is essentially a very impatient person who loves the new and dislikes the old. All his obsessions are spent on Superman. As for the laboratories under his name, he basically doesn't care much except for giving orders. He only cares about the most recent ones. important experiment.

For example, the Superman clone experiment that was briefly started, but was quickly stopped by Lex.

By the way, why the Superman cloning experiment was suddenly stopped by Lex is the most incomprehensible thing Mercy has encountered since working with Lex for so many years. Mercy thinks she knows the boss very well. I don't understand the logic in it.

But there was one more thing she couldn't understand today.

The boss even read the text messages on her mobile phone when she was reporting the results of the experiment, and even replied.

Over the years, Superman has robbed Lex of all his attention, and anything related to Superman is above other work. From Moxie's point of view, the boss's attention to Superman has long been to the point of dying. Someone is above Superman.

While quickly reporting the content of the sorted materials, Moxi raised her eyes vigilantly to look at the boss.

She is in Lex.A faint smile was caught on the corner of Luthor's lips, and this smile made her feel flustered, and her words faltered for a moment. She was frightened to death, and hurriedly lowered her eyes.

"Mosy," Lex called her quietly.

"...Yes, boss."

"I don't want you to be distracted while talking to me, dear, I have high hopes for you." Lex's attitude was very gentle, "Okay, now, let's skip those meaningless, waste of money and time experiment. Tell me. Mercy..."

Lex's voice dropped to a whisper.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Moxi heard a little kindness and tenderness in his voice.

Maybe it wasn't an illusion, Mercy thought.

Lex asked her in a low voice, "How's 'Conner' doing?"

Mercy immediately thought of the baby boy sleeping in the incubator, his sleeping face was as beautiful as an angel.

He looked two or three years old, with a soft cushion under his body and a soft quilt covering his body. The training room was arranged like a baby room, and there were even a few plush toys beside his pillow.

But Mercy never saw him open his eyes. This baby boy, who looked exactly like Superman—and the boss—just fell asleep all day long, smacking his lips occasionally, waving his little hands, turning over and grabbing what he could. The things he caught are firmly held in the palm of his hand, but the next time you go to see him, his hand is empty again.

"It...he," Moxie quickly changed his tone under Lex's unkind eyes, "is very healthy. No physical diseases or stunted development have been found so far."

Except he never wakes up, Mercy added mentally.

Lex nodded in satisfaction and let go of his fingers.He glanced at the phone screen again, and at the moment he bowed his head, countless thoughts frantically flashed through Moxi's mind, each thought was full of bewilderment and inconceivable.

Who will tell her what happened?

Why would the boss suddenly bring back a little baby who looks a lot like Superman but also kind of looks like himself?

He also showed that he attached great importance to this baby and liked his appearance, although the boss never visited the baby by himself, as if there was some obstacle.

Who can hinder his boss?Who can stop Lex.Luther?

Does Superman know this little baby exists?

By the way, this little baby seems to be in the boss and Carl.Al brought it to the laboratory shortly after they met again. Last time the boss and his little boyfriend dated to the end, it seemed that he was directly with Carl.Al's home, so are they hitting home plate?Finally broke away from the love mode of middle school students and moved towards adults?

Carl, the boss's little boyfriend, does he know of the existence of this little baby?

Is "Conner" a codename or a name?It seems inappropriate as a name, but considering the identity of this little baby, it seems quite appropriate...

How is the boss going to explain Conner's existence to Carl?

I really don't know how the boss can balance Carl and Superman...

Carl doesn't seem to know the boss's weird obsession with Superman, does he know it?It is definitely impossible without any guesswork, at least I will be aware of it in my heart, otherwise it will not make sense.Carl is not that stupid.

How to balance?Leaving aside Carl's side for now, Superman probably doesn't know anything about Conner at all...

Mercy was going crazy.

Although she looks very calm, she is still vigorous and resolute in her work, but her heart has long been tortured by a lot of doubts and weird thoughts to the verge of collapse.

Lex seemed to be in a good mood, and his phone screen lit up again, and it lit up many times in a row, so he lowered his head to read the new message.

"I went to visit my friends the other day and stayed at Xavier for a few days. Last time you went with me. This time it's just me."

"There is no flowering in the school."

"But I'd love to kiss you right away."

"I was talking to Diana about his dead boyfriend and she was devastated and never stopped loving him because of his death."

"You said, Steve didn't stay with Diana, is it because he hates her? Maybe he hates her because he loves her too much. Otherwise, I don't understand why this happened, they love each other so much .”

"Stories say that love will conquer everything in the end. Stories are deceiving."

"I'm writing a new movie script at home these few days. The new movie is a gift for Alexander. That being said, I put a lot of effort into writing the script. You must watch the movie after it's released."

"I have so many things I want to tell you, and so many things I want to experience with you."

"I miss you."

Lex read all of Carl's text messages word by word. He thought for a few seconds before replying, "I love you too."

"how much do you love me?"

"No one loves you more than I do."

After ten minutes or so, Carl's reply was long overdue.

"Then you have to forgive me for one thing... a stripper came to my house."