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

"I stand firmly." Carl said, but he didn't reject Lex's movement. After standing upright, he put his hands on Lex's shoulders openly, and embraced Lex's whole body in his arms.

"I said," Louise turned her head and whispered to Tony, "have they always been so open? You never noticed?"

"I've never seen the little prince appear with Luther! Let me tell you, no matter what people say about Luther's heart for the metropolis, forgiving people, and caring for his subordinates, he is a jerk—a jerk from head to toe."

Tony, who was bitten by Luthor, still broods over what happened back then.

That's what happened when he was 15 years old, he was at the peak of his pretentiousness, and even Howard thought that this kid was too jumpy, so he gave Tony a task, and asked him to work with Lex, who had just inherited his father's company. Talk about cooperation.

What Howard meant essentially was to hope that Lex could educate Tony well and tell Tony, "Although you are a genius, I'm sorry, there are many geniuses in the world, and some geniuses know more things than you do."

And who is Lex?

As soon as he saw that the designs were all made by Tony, he knew what Howard was thinking.

The result is of course that Tony's work is worthless by him. Whenever people from the Stark Group refute the advantages of Tony's design, Lex will find out the shortcomings of the design and come up with a theory fully feasible solution.

Tony, who was severely slapped in the face without even seeing him, of course finds Lex very unpleasant!

In his eyes, Lex is a bad profiteer who bullies him because he is more experienced than him and doesn't know enough about business, causing Stark Group to cut a large piece of meat to Lex Group.

No, what he is distressed about is not money at all, just saying that the wealth consumed by his experiments is a huge number in the unit of [-] million, and he is angry that he was brutally slaughtered.

"Oh, dear Tony." Louise said casually, "Although I know that this is Lex bullying the newcomers, but you put too much emotion in your description. In business, business, price is set at the negotiation table ——If you lose, you lose, who hasn't lost?"

I've never lost, Tony thought, and he'd never lost before he met Lex.

"Wait, 'Dear Tony'? When did we get close enough for you to call me that?"

"Who knows." Louise shook the glass, "Maybe I was drunk."

The small orchestra in the corner of the lawn has played to its climax, the sound of the violin is interspersed among the people, it is late, but the party scene is still warm and comfortable, and the intoxicating mixed aroma is floating in people's noses, anyone will feel like this Relax your tense nerves in the aroma and frequency waves that are imperceptible to the human ear.

Bruce, who was late, stood surrounded by everyone, and suddenly had an absurd illusion, as if he was not a long-awaited guest, and he was not the much-anticipated Bruce.Wayne.

Carl and Lex were leaning together, Louise and Tony were whispering, Alexander and Rao stood on the outermost side, as the only two people on the scene who knew Carl's double identity, they exchanged some secrets in a low voice.

"Excuse me?" Bruce said slowly, the raised ending whirled and scratched the listener's eardrums, "Why do I always feel that I'm rejected?"

"Because you're late," Carl said.

"You know what? Even I dare not be late to the little prince's party, and we've known each other for two years." Tony followed up, "How long have you known each other? Has it been half an hour?"

"Oh, Stark, I've known my brother Carl for five years... five years, more than twice the time you've known each other." Bruce countered mercilessly, raising a lazy With a smile, he threw an affectionate look at Carl who was lying on Lex's back.

Carl blinked once, receiving the wink from Baby Bruce, and chuckled.

"When did Mr. Wayne meet Honey? It's so strange. In five years, no one from the media got the news." Lex adjusted his posture so that Carl, who was lying on his shoulder, could lean more comfortably, and then moved The topic was thrown to Louise, "Miss Lane, what do you think about this?"

"I'm in the business section, and sometimes I also serve as the social section. The entertainment section is out of my control. Entertainment reporters are as disgusting as paparazzi." Louise raised her eyebrows, "So I can't answer your question—— But I'll remember to laugh at them, because there's always a reason to laugh at them anyway."

Lex smiled at Lois, who smiled while ignoring Tony's poking hand.

Bruce took a sip from his wine glass, seemingly inadvertently observing the layout of the scene, thinking about where to leave the fastest and best way in case of emergencies.

Carl's fingers pressed Lex's shoulder rhythmically, his eyes wandered to Louise for a while, Tony for a while, and took time to see what Bruce was doing from time to time.

Mercy stood behind Carl and Lex, maintaining her usual silence and low profile.

Alexander coughed lightly, interrupting the silent confrontation at the scene.

He raised his glass: "Okay, everyone, now everyone is finally here—come on, and wish our birthday star, Karl Al, a happy 20th birthday."

"Oh." Carl said, he stood up straight, smiling and surrounded by a group of people to the very center.

Everyone else formed a circle, Lex, Mercy, Alexander, Rao, Bruce, Louise, Tony, all the friends he could invite since he was born surrounded him.

No matter whether the relationship between them is good or bad, no matter what festivals and entanglements these people have, no matter whether they have only heard of their names before this party, at this moment, all dissatisfaction and strangeness disappear.

Everyone had a genuine smile on their face, everyone's eyes sparkled in the light, everyone radiated like a diamond.

The red wine in the glass was shaking, and Carl suddenly had the urge to cry.

"Thank you," he said, and the elusive waiter appeared on the outside of the circle, and Lex took a wine glass from the tray and stuffed it into Cal's hand, who raised the glass in his hand.

"Happy birthday!" Everyone said in unison, the eight wine glasses collided together, and each glass of wine was drank in one gulp.

Everyone put down their empty wine glasses, and at this moment, a bright golden light pierced the sky, and the roar of the plane approached from far away, and then from near to far.

When it flew over Al's main house, it left behind a string of huge, fluorescent, smoke-shaped fonts that could be seen by the entire metropolis.

"Happy birthday to the little prince - from Tony Stark."

"My God." Louise opened her eyes wide, "Is this the gift you prepared for the little prince?"

Tony said triumphantly, "Put your jaw down, Louise, it's just part of it. I've been prepared in many ways."

As if in response to his words, the plane that just flew away turned a corner in mid-air and flew back. The huge string of characters illuminated it in the night, and people could clearly see what was installed underneath it. ……what?

In Metropolitan City, the editor-in-chief of Planet Daily, Perry made several phone calls in a panic.

"Where's the helicopter? Where's our helicopter? Hurry up! Get the pilot to come over right away! We're paying him for this special situation!"

"Jimmy! Go to a place near you where you can take a helicopter! Do you understand, now! Bring your camera!"

"Hurry up, typist! Edit the headline now, and write these shiny congratulatory messages! We're going to get the first chance, understand?! It's too late to write when the news comes back!"

"Write five or six versions of something to tweet right away! Immediately! I'm going to see our thread in 5 minutes—no, 3 minutes!"

In Ayer Manor, Louise regained her composure.

She took a new glass of red wine from the waiter.

"Fortunately, I have already asked for leave in advance and told my editor-in-chief that I cannot be contacted tonight." She said humorously, "Otherwise he will definitely go crazy."

Carl laughed. "You mean Perry? Dear Luer, he's gone mad because he can't find you."

The plane was getting closer, and they were just looking up at what it was about to bring, maybe because it was so quiet, Bruce said, "Uh - did you prepare so many presents, Stark? "

"I'm sorry that I have only known Little Angel for two years, so I have to use gifts to maintain our weak relationship," Tony said in a cool tone, "Then what have you prepared, 'five-year old friend' Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce, who was too hasty to go out and forgot to bring a gift: "...Aphta..."

"Ha." Tony said, "The housekeeper has to help with gifts, you really have a deep bond."

Carl had to smooth things over: "Oh, Tony!"

Tony gave Bruce a defiant look, and shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Carl." Bruce said, he stood up straight, his expression and tone faded from the traces of frivolity, and he seemed quite sincere, "I will make up for your gift."

Karl looked at him expressionlessly, and suddenly said, "I'm not angry—there's no need to make up for the gift, just promise me one thing now."

"What is it?" Bruce asked softly.

"I'm not mad at you, and you can never—never be mad at me."

"Oh." Bruce showed a somewhat exaggerated look of surprise, his calmness and vigilance were fleeting, his eyes became hazy and flirtatious again, as if drunk, his smile and his tone became sweet again.

But his sweetness is not the same as Carl's sweetness.

When Carl speaks, he has a slightly broken voice, like bubbles floating and bursting in soda water, lively and lovely; while the sweetness of Bruce is soaked in the mellowness of red wine, and it is a long, swaying flowery voice with dramatic erosion.

"I'll never—" he said to Carl in that tone, smooth as a whisper, "never be mad at you."