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

Carl decides to reappear in public as soon as the door closes.

Although getting along with Connor is very pleasant, the experience of taking care of children full-time in just a few days is enough for him to be [-]% sure that he is not the kind of person suitable for taking care of children all the time!

So after putting Connor to sleep, Carl sat on the sofa and thought about what he was going to do next for half a minute.

He first called James.

Of course James wasn’t sleeping at this time, he was busy partying—that’s how it is in Hollywood, there are always parties and gatherings waiting for you to be there.

James basically declines invitations to parties where he plays crazily and bigger, but in many cases, in order to maintain contacts, obtain industry intelligence, and simply to increase his appearance rate (this is Hollywood, with his social frequency, he only has to show his face for half a month. , maybe someone will spread the gossip that he died in a car accident), James will still choose a few parties with strong security and privacy, and understand the situation intentionally.

Today he was attending a private party. A not-so-famous but well-known actor invited many audiences for his 30th birthday. It didn't take much time for James to choose this party among countless invitations.

Basically, the social occasions he will choose to participate in are similar occasions: there will be no gold nugget girls who enter the venue based on their beauty, and the private space of paparazzi will be completely eliminated, and those who can be invited are people who are familiar with the unspoken rules and have a lot of weight .

At such a gathering, if the participants don't get any news or contacts, at least they don't spend a few boring hours.

When Carl's phone was connected, James was drinking a glass of wine on the secluded rooftop.

"Hello?" he muttered with a faint drunkenness, "this is James, what are you doing?"

"It sounds loud over there," Carl said. "What are you doing?"

James staggered a bit, so he didn't fall off the roof, but fortunately, he held on to the marble fence on one side with quick eyesight and hands.

It's a pity that the red wine that was dropped by him - James glanced at the ground in a hurry, and retreated from the broken glass and the red wine spilled on the floor in disgust under the moonlight.

"What else can I do? Boss, of course it's to lose my smile at the party!" James was annoyed and funny, and at the same time complained without grievances, "I knew D&M Company was just playing around, The producer is just a title, I know how forgetful you are, but you have not managed the company for two years, this is too unreasonable!"

"Didn't I choose the script?" Actually, Claire and Anna who manage the jj forum chose it, and Alexander screened it again before handing it over to James, "I also arranged the investment and participated in the casting, and Wanda was also in charge of various tasks contact, and follow-up publicity, I will not take care of it..."

"How many things did you do here yourself? You haven't done a few things that a producer should do, Carl." James has been on the air for almost two years, and now he is too lazy to get angry, "You are What's the matter? I called you before and you sounded weird."

Is there anyone else on the phone?

That’s right, Carl thought, it’s fine that Alexander didn’t arrange a robot stand-in to help him attend the event, and the phone must be taken care of for him, otherwise it would be impossible to hide his disappearance.

"There was a little conflict," Carl said. "I don't want to show up anyway. Can I take the time to calm down?"

James wanted to ask what was going on, but he didn't dare.

But he finally had the courage to taunt Carl, who had returned to normal in his eyes: "It took you a long time to calm down."

"That's it." Carl didn't bother to talk nonsense. "I've calmed down now-I'm going to make a new movie."

"The boss has the final say." James replied briskly, "follow your orders."

So Karl began to work as a producer in earnest—in fact, it is not difficult at all. During the entire process of the film from project approval to release, and even burning it to DVD in the later stage, the work of a producer is often simplest.

There is no need to work hard like directors and actors, nor does it need to be saddled like agents and assistants. Producers even exist only in contracts most of the time.

They never play, but control everything, like chess players behind the board.

For Carl, it was not at all difficult to get everything sorted out.

He used the identity of Alexander to pull up an excellent team, and then spent a whole night writing the script, and spent a whole day revising it, and finally finalized the final version, sent it to the director and actors, and confirmed the start of the film. .

The backgrounds for the entire film were shot on green screen.

The director is an experienced director, and the actors are actors who are in the limelight. According to common sense, there will never be any problems in such a movie. The shooting time is not long, and the most troublesome thing is the post-production, but this kind of thing is very important to Karl. Of course, it is very convenient to cheat. Without him saying anything, Alexander quickly helped him do it.

Carl takes Connor to watch a movie in the home theater.

The film was titled "Super Heroes".

Although it is not stated clearly, everyone knows who the protagonist of the movie is, as can be seen from his flamboyant red cape and tight sky blue uniform.

The lead actor has a handsome face. Anyone who sees that face will immediately think of pleasant words. His words and deeds are also in line with people's expectations for that face. His every move is so decisive. and persuasive.

As a superhero, of course he needs to save people from suffering; he needs to fight some villain with a horrible idea (like world conquest), sink down, and get back up.

And he has to talk about a condescending love between the fast-paced plots. This love has three parts: the first meeting in which the hero and heroine leave a good impression on each other; the heroine flirts with the hero, and the heroine is kidnapped ; The hero saved the beauty, and the two kissed affectionately in the moving background music.

A not so genius but good enough commercial film.

Carl and Connor watched the movie together, they were silent, and Connor broke the silence first: "What's the point of this movie?" He was full of confusion.

"The movie itself doesn't make sense," Karl replied. "It's the parts of the movie that make sense."

Some of his fears and doubts were largely tempered by the excitement of making things happen in his heart.

Rested long enough.

He visited Bruce's home the next day.

Bruce's life was... well, that's how it was supposed to be.

It is also very hard to maintain the personality of a playboy. After all, there is no playboy in the world who has gained his reputation by staying at home, so Bruce's social activities can be described as "grand occasions".

There are countless business gatherings, celebrity banquets, and private parties. Supermodels and [-]th-line vase actresses come and go. Sometimes because of time constraints, Bruce doesn’t mind chatting up a beautiful girl anywhere. Erosive occasions.

The only rest time he has is after he released the news that "he needs to rest in bed due to an extreme sports injury", but the time for respite is only a week or two at most, and even during the recovery period, Bruce will make trouble from time to time. One or two pieces of news, just to keep your own topical.

"You're such a superstar," Bruce heard a familiar laugh while typing on the keyboard in the Batcave, "isn't it?"

He typed the whole sentence with his hands without any pause, and then raised his head expressionlessly.

It's Carl.

Wearing an otaku-like printed T-shirt and jeans, leaning not far away, playing with glasses in his hands, there is a clear smile in his eyes.

Batman didn't speak.

"Don't be so nervous." Carl said again, "Didn't you already guess that I'm back?"

Although he didn't go to see his friends, he sent emails to all of them—the content of his emails was inconsistent according to different personalities.

The mail to Bruce was a lure to keep him going.Everyone knows that Bat is a person who doesn't believe what others tell him, he only believes what he finds out.

"I thought you'd be hiding for longer," Batman said coldly.

"Superman really isn't planning to return yet." Carl moved closer, stopping an arm's length away from Bruce, "but Kal-El will reappear in the social arena."

"I guess so."

"...I thought your welcome ceremony would be a little more enthusiastic."

Batman was silent for a few seconds, stood up under Carl's smiling eyes, and gave him a firm hug.

He said in a low voice: "You can always perform miracles."

Carl said, "I honestly thought you could be a little warmer to me..."

Bruce stuffed a bar of dark chocolate into his mouth, choking him off.

"Shut up," he said.

Carl's cheeks were puffed up by the chocolate, and he looked at Bruce while chewing, wondering if Bruce was mad at him.

"I'm not angry." Bruce paused as if he knew what he was thinking, and then said, "Welcome back."

"I wish Sister Dale could talk like that," Carl said wryly. "How do you think she's going to react? I think I'm going to get spanked. She's going to beat me to death."

"You deserve it." Tony made a gloating voice, "Why do you think we are so calm? Diana will definitely not let you go easily, and the consequences of angering an Amazon female warrior are like this-don't worry, she won't really Smash you to death."

"She must be very sad," Carl said sadly.

"Interesting." Tony drank his beer with no expression on his face, "You think she's the only one who's sad?"

"Of course I don't think so," Karl replied, "but she's the only one who's sensual."

He took the beer can from Tony's hand and put it aside, meditated on Tony's disbelieving expression, and said slowly: "You are different from Sister Dale."

"Great, she's your best friend, and we'll all be behind her." Tony said angrily.

"No. That's not the case." Karl explained, "I'm just intuitively saying that you are different from her. You express your emotions differently, so your state is different...and you should trust me a little bit more. , Nini, I promised you that I would never die suddenly!"

"Huh?" Tony was confused.

"Shortly after Howard and Maria got into a car accident, you were so drunk that you called me, cried and told me that you only had me, and forced me to promise you 'absolutely not to die suddenly'."

"This is impossible!"

"I think Jarvis has a recording."

Jarvis's elegant voice sounded: "Yes, sir, I'm sure I still have the recording files from that time."

"...I drank too much at the time." Tony dryly maintained his dignity that had never existed in front of Carl, "What a drunk man says can't be taken seriously."

"But I'm not drunk," Carl said. "I'm serious."

"You're dead in front of the whole world! You're dead!" Tony yelled, he reached for the beer can irritably, but Carl stopped him quickly, "You're fucking dead! Right in front of all of us! If you promised me, you'd be lying!"

"Don't I believe you when you lie?" Carl was calm, and he didn't need to give examples. "That's how we get along."

Tony was silent for five seconds.

"...Fuck you." He said, his arrogance extinguished, "Give me the beer."

"The last can," Carl replied, tossing his beer to Tony.

Carl puts Diana at the bottom of his priority interview list.

As expected, the first reaction of the heroine was to punch her head and face with a fist, and her fist was even covered with a layer of flames—is it magic or something else?Carl didn't have time to think about it, he could only shield his face with his hands - the punch sent him firmly into the mud.

Surrounded by voices of applause: Yes, this is Paradise Island.

Being watched and beaten by a group of Amazons isn't particularly bad, and if they'd been quieter, Cal could have pretended they didn't exist.

It's a pity that this group of people don't understand what it means to "watch the battle without saying a word".

He was kicked several meters by Diana's side kick—

"It's too bad, if it were me, I could use XX to fight back, or at worst I could use XXXX to hide..."

He was hit in the back of the neck by Diana's elbow—

"This guy's close combat has no technical content, if it's me..."

He was slapped in the face by Diana's knee——

"So slow to react! So slow! He doesn't even fight back much! It's an insult! His arrogance is disgusting..."

He was beaten on the ground by Diana——

"This guy is really Superman?! Unbelievable! Even my youngest sister can resolve such a simple trick!"

It wasn't Karl who couldn't bear it first, but Diana.

"Enough!" She choked Carl's neck and growled at the sisters, "Go away! No spectators! It's none of your business!"

Carl rolled his huge eyes under Diana's fingers.

When Diana looked over, he turned into that docile little pitiful look again.

"Your fighting is unskillful. Your fighting is an abuse of brute force. I have never seen a fighter who wastes his physical strength more than you." Diana said, helping Karl to his feet. "You are injured. Really Oops." She gently wiped away the blood for Carl.

Carl shook Diana's hand flatteringly.

"Don't be angry." He looked at Diana anxiously.

The female hero didn't speak, and didn't even meet Karl's eyes, but calmly wiped the wound on Karl's cheek, wiping away all the faint blood stains on the scratches.

"I'm not mad you didn't come to see me right away," she said.

"Yeah." Carl didn't dare to breathe.

"I don't think you trust me enough," she said.

"I know." Carl lowered his eyebrows.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum, and I'm not upset that you didn't come to see me right away," she said.

"Well," Carl said, "huh?"

Diana touched Carl's face and said in a low voice: "We are all your trusted friends, many people are your trusted friends... But none of us can help you share your pain."

"..."

"Don't feel guilty, honey, don't feel any burden," Diana said, holding Carl tightly, "the more you try to delay seeing us, the more I feel that you are trying to avoid making us burden your own. Your responsibility. You hoped that you would help us when you saw us, but you never thought of it... We also hope that we can help you when we see you again."

"I'm fine." Carl tried to comfort Diana, "I don't think... I don't think I can't bear it, I mean, Sister Dale, I really think I'm fine..."

"You just died," Diana pointed out. "You came back from the dead, but you didn't tell us anything. You wished you could handle the whole thing yourself."

Carl was speechless.

"I just think... I just think you can't understand my mood."

"No one can fully understand another person's mood." Diana stated calmly, "not even the best friend, the best comrade-in-arms."

"I don't know," Carl said weakly, "I really don't know."

"You never doubted us, you were very generous in your trust," said Diana, "but at the same time you were too stingy, and you set a limit in your heart for us where we could get close to you, and you strictly followed them. The rules you want, and we have no idea what you're thinking—"

"I'm sorry," Carl said, "I'll change it."

"No, don't change it, you are not the same as a bat, you are not the type to doubt people casually," Diana said with tears in her eyes, "It must be our behavior that makes you feel uneasy... It must be something we did wrong that made you feel uncomfortable." You feel like you're alone and helpless."

Carl hugged Diana back tightly.

"No one made any mistakes, and no one made me feel uncomfortable," he whispered. "It's just that... although we are a team, I have my life and you have yours."

He didn't know how to describe his feelings concretely, and he never, never, never felt that anyone had made any mistakes.

But many things just can't be shared with others, at least for him, he always has reservations about his biggest secret.

He doesn't feel sorry.

It is his freedom to retain himself.

But when Diana was acutely aware of it, and hurt by it, he felt bad about it.

And for a split second, he finds it funny—it's such a common question.

Ordinary friends are very aware of each other's sense of margin, what can be discussed with each other and what should be avoided, but for superheroes, because they are too close, to a certain extent, they even have each other's lives. shared, so it is difficult to draw clear boundaries.

But Diana understood what he was saying almost immediately.

"That's a problem, isn't it?" She smiled slightly. "I've discussed this with the bat too—oh, don't be so surprised, Carl dear, I'm on good terms with the bat, don't act like you don't Know - bats feel like if you don't want to talk, we don't need to talk more, but I think 'no more talk' is the rule of thumb with bats."

"..."

"I just wanted to let you know that everyone cares about what you think," Diana said. When it comes to time, your opinion is even more important.”

"..."

Karl knew he was smitten by Diana, and he knew he was always willing to give credit, but at the same time, he also knew that nothing lasted forever.

Every time he trusts more, so does the pain he faces.

But they were worth it.

Someday he will give it all, it's only a matter of time.

He is ready.

To love, and to bear the pain of that love.

"Did I burden you?" Diana asked.

"No," Carl whispered, "never."