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

Such a response was expected by Superman, and the best answer he could imagine Batman could give was no answer.

No answer means that the other party will seriously consider it, which also means that the other party may join.

Although the possibility is very low - it is not Batman's style to cooperate with others as equals. Batman prefers the cooperation of superiors and subordinates. He issues orders and others just follow orders.

For example, his cooperation with Robin, and his cooperation with Director Gordon are such models.

After a brief discussion, Superman left the Batcave and began his never-ending routine.People are now very familiar with Superman, especially certain professions that are extremely dangerous in themselves.

When Superman subdued several armed criminals, the police captain who was chasing them came over and shook his hand gratefully.

"Thank you for your help, Superman, without you, we will definitely lose more people this year."

He is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a close-cut shaved head, a pair of bloodshot but still piercing eyes, and thick calluses on his hands.

"I just did what I could, sir." Superman smiled.

Behind the enthusiastic policeman stood six young men, who were now handcuffing the subdued suspect and transporting him to the back seat of the car.

Superman glanced around them briefly, one of them immediately noticed Superman's gaze, he straightened his upper body, and gave Superman a vicious look.

This little action was done very covertly, no one noticed, or even if someone noticed, he couldn't say anything. After all, he just stared at Superman and didn't do anything else.

Judging from the hidden facial muscle movements of the captain, he knew that someone in his team hated Superman. Perhaps this was the real reason why he hurriedly gestured to his men to clean up the suspect.

Seeing that the suspect had been escorted into the police car, but Superman hadn't left yet, the captain's expression turned a little off.

But in front of Superman, he still tried his best to hide it, and said politely: "Then we will go back to our mission first, Superman, thank you again for your help."

"You're welcome." Superman smiled and flew into the sky.

As soon as he flew away, the young policeman who gave Superman a look couldn't hold back, and rushed to the captain:

"Why are you so polite to him, Captain, you still thank him? We... we found out the addresses of these suspects after several brothers died, and he solved it in less than three seconds after he came here! Fuck! Since Superman is so Great, why not catch the brothers before they die!"

"Shut up, don't say a few words." The captain sternly reprimanded, "Is this your own idea? Listen carefully, Superman has no responsibility to help us arrest people."

"That's not certain." Another voice came out from the team, "Isn't his home planet destroyed? If the spaceship he was in didn't send him to Earth, he would have died with his home star long ago. The earth helped him, and it is his duty to help us."

"Yes."

The others couldn't hold back any longer, and started discussing in a hurry.

"Captain, what you said is not unreasonable, but we have worked so hard, stayed up all night, and sacrificed so many talents to find someone. He can do it in a few minutes, why not spend a few more minutes?"

"Then don't," someone said with a sneer, "if he helps out with everything and takes all the credit for us, wouldn't we all have to lose our jobs?"

"Yes!" Speaking of this topic, everyone in the room gasped in their hearts, "He just helped us with the last work, but in the eyes of outsiders, all the credit is his!"

"Superman, Superman, Superman, the whole world is talking about Superman!"

"...Yesterday my sister asked me what I was doing. I said I was protecting the citizens, but she laughed at me. The citizens are protected by Superman. Our police did nothing. We waited for Superman to help us every day. ..."

If it is said that the strange words of the first few people made the captain frown frequently, then the words of the last person pierced the captain's heart and blocked the reprimand that the captain was about to blurt out.

It's true that people's attention has been increasingly focused on Superman, and as his reputation has grown, life has become increasingly difficult for the police.

The superiors are under far more psychological pressure than they are, and the orders they issue are constantly becoming more urgent and severe, and they have less and less time to solve the cases. However, under the limited conditions and time, the difficulty of those cases is becoming more and more serious. come higher——

The consequence of this vicious circle is that people increasingly lose trust and respect for their group.

The captain knew that many of his colleagues harbored ill-will towards Superman, because in their eyes, it was Superman's fault that things had developed up to now, and it was because of Superman's meddling that made their life so difficult.

It's unrealistic to expect everyone to respect Superman for making the world a more peaceful place, and most people don't have that mindset.

The most numerous people in this world must be mediocre.

The so-called mediocre people are those who, although they understand the truth in their hearts, still only see their own interests and only consider problems from their own perspective.

These people are not stupid, and it's not that they can't see the change, it's just that their vital interests have been damaged, so they can't control how many good deeds Superman has done and how many people he has saved, but they just directed their anger towards Superman regardless. The direction where it is dumped.

The captain sighed secretly in his heart, cleared up his complicated mood, and shouted: "Okay, okay, stop haggling, call back the team!"

A group of young people reluctantly got into the car.

Stuff like this has been happening more and more often since Lois' reports were made public, and of course Superman has heard about the group's petty feuds since he left, in fact, every single one that's happened these days because of him All the quarrels that started were heard in his ears.

do you feel...

Superman was flying in the sky, surrounded by soft and moist clouds, and he thought about it seriously for a while, feeling nothing.

There may be a little regret and a little helplessness.

He didn't tell anyone his mood, but when he saw Lex again, the other party was keenly aware of his bad mood.

"It's not a big deal, Lexi," Carl shrugged his shoulders in response to Lex's caring eyes, "I just found out that I'm not as likable as I thought I was, and it's frustrating to me. "

"Trying to please everyone is a ridiculous and crazy fantasy," Lex replied. "You're not going to be as crazy as Superman, are you, Honey?"

"That's not a good analogy," Carl said lightly, "because Superman is far less crazy than I am."

Side by side, they sat intimately on the roof of the Lex Group.

The high, raging wind had ruffled Carl's hair, obscuring his eyes slightly, and as for Lex, his light blond hair was still in such a short layer that when Carl rested his palms on the back of his head, he would always Can't help scratching a few times with fingertips.

The sky was already dark.

Sitting at such a high position, looking from a distance, this city with lights on every street is like a huge set. They are the ones who control everything, and they are trampling the whole city under their feet.

But that's nothing.

Because the majestic, vast, and eternal universe hangs down around them.

Both Carl and Lex had the same romantic fantasy.

Perhaps it was this wonderful fantasy that made them sit together calmly and avoid the taboo topic between them.

"I heard that you've been busy recently, so I didn't come to interrupt your work." Carl said again, with a serious attitude and a half-true tone, "Have I become more considerate?"

"Of course there is no such thing, Honey, it doesn't count as bothering me whenever you come to see me, and you are always so considerate."

Lex's answer can be said to be an unprecedented desire to survive. After saying this sentence, he added another sentence, blocking Carl's words tightly.

"But I'm very impressed that you can do that."

Carl held Lex's finger and laughed, and encouraged Lex's finger to his lips, kissing the back of Lex's hand.

The wind and the cold night chilled Lex's hands.

And Karl's lips were indeed hot, as hot as if they had just been basked in the sun, radiating a warm temperature outward.

This bit of heat is not enough to scald people, but the sense of presence is too strong, and the hot air exhaled from Carl's mouth and nose is so moist, sliding away from Lex's skin softly, like a disobedient little fish.

"..."

Lex shrank back uncomfortably.

"...You don't need to worry that you are not as likable as you think, honey, that is the last thing you need to worry about. Who dares to say that you are not likable? That is nonsense." Lex's voice Some dumb.

"You are the cutest, most charming, and most charming in this world."

"...and the most perfect."

They are already very familiar with it, they have done everything they should and should not do, and things that are natural or shocking to the world have also happened.

It's a strange thing to show your nervousness and shyness at this moment.

But when Carl lowered his head quietly and gently placed his lips on the back of his hand, Lex suddenly felt a strong throbbing and strange soreness——

Just like... just like the person who is with him at this moment is the universe that he will spend his whole life pursuing.

It is his homeland and his way back.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked in a low voice.

——However, he has never had a homeland in the past, and he has never imagined a return journey in the future.

Lex was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and took off Carl's glasses.

The light little thing was thrown by his side casually, Karl tilted his head, as if he was a little surprised by his behavior, but also seemed to find it very interesting.

It wasn't until Lex raised his head and bit his lip fiercely that Carl suddenly pulled him into his arms.

The zipper was unzipped.

Immediately the other's button snapped.

They were still sitting on the edge of the roof at first, and Lex's muscles tensed and relaxed at times. He frowned and sat astride restlessly, while Carl held his waist and gently supported the back of his neck with the other hand.

Then they writhed and rolled into the room, Carl being the one doing the hard work, given that Lex's thighs were so sore by now.

"……take a break?"

Carl laughed softly, he spoke in Lex's ear, scratched Lex's ear hole with the tip of his tongue, the sticky sound of water made Lex tremble.

"...No!" He gritted his teeth and replied, "Go in... go in and come back."

His angry voice became greasy due to his weakness and slight panting, like a soft, pink and tender puddle in which the more the person who got stuck struggled and twisted, the deeper he sank.

Carl didn't say anything, just picked him up, and stepped into the office in this posture.

Deep breathing floated gently in the office, and the custom-made leather chair with every arc in line with human mechanics slowly shook, but did not make the slightest sound.

Something hit the broad desk with a heavy, muffled sound.

Immediately there was a soft humming and crying out for pain, but this voice was quickly drowned out by gentle, comforting whispers.

They were silent, enjoying the joy that each other gave.

"...I love you." After a long time, someone said softly.

"...how much do you love me?"

"...No one loves more deeply than me...I have never imagined what it would be like to love you, nor imagined your response..."

The man who spoke first replied in a low voice:

"In this world, I only love you."

The shimmering light from the billboards that came from a distance scattered in all directions, printing a thin layer of colorful brilliance on their skin.

In such a dark, retro color that seems to come from the last century, Carl's handsome face also seems to have been handed down from the last century, with a layer of fuzzy and elegant rough edges.

However, his brows and eyes are so clear that there is no way to avoid it.

Lex closed his eyes, letting his guilt whip him like a whip, yet such an indulgence was so blissful that he had to wallow in it.

Maybe something happened between them, or maybe it didn't. This is an undecided proposition. With the cover of darkness, everything becomes unknown.

No one knows how many secrets that cannot be disclosed, and no one knows how deep their contacts have been.

It's just that the graceful stars in the sky are always twinkling and spinning, and the waves blown by the strong wind are always shaking and undulating.

No one sleeps tonight.