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

Carlton smiled.

"You have to remember," he said, blinking inexplicably.

Bruce agreed with him with a casual smile, Carl almost felt guilty looking into those ignorant candy-like blue eyes.

Is it really okay for me to be such a little bat?He thought with some uncertainty.

Of course, he thought again, the little bat didn't give up hoarding kryptonite that can kill me just because we are the best partner in the world.

Seeing those little bats in the parallel world doing this really made him a little sad, and when he thought of the pain he felt at the beginning, Karl's psychological pressure was swept away.

Although Lex's behavior is much more extreme than that of Little Bat, he has long known that Lex is his old enemy.

There are some things that a rival can do but a friend should not.

Carl looked at Bruce and smiled sweetly, but he could feel the coldness and coldness in his heart.

For this bit of cruelty and tyrannical coldness, he also forgives Brucey for taking precautions.

In an instant, Carl vaguely felt the subtle resonance between his emotions and Clark's emotions.

——The more I feel hurt, the more I feel mistrusted, the harder I try to show myself safe and harmless.

The long-awaited plane finally flew over the Al mansion. It circled around and selected a flat grass field. Everyone present heard the sound of a small air jet, and then a huge one. , A box the size of a single-storey house was air-dropped by it.

It hit the ground with very little vibration or sound.

"Have I done a good job of shock absorption?" Tony spread his hands in the eyes of everyone, "This kind of appearance is cool enough."

Before the words fell, the box had begun to be dismantled automatically, and the wall fell off, leaving only a cube-shaped skeleton.

Tony walked a few steps to the front of the skeleton, then raised his hands and said, "Jarvis, turn on the light."

The lights installed on the skeleton turned on, and behind Tony, a miniature castle with a height of two people appeared in front of everyone.

"Happy birthday, little prince," said Tony. "This is the chocolate castle I owe you on your birthday."

British Empire, London, the movie is over.

John, who was sitting at the front, looked blank, while Mrs. Hudson was teary and was wiping her eye sockets with a tissue in her hand.

"Oh, what a lovely couple." She choked up, "Why were they born in the nineteenth century? John, Sherlock, it's a good thing I know you're in the open twenty-first century, otherwise I'd be so sad that I'd cry. "

"You are already crying, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said coldly, "The characters in the movie are re-creations based on the images of me and John. We are the prototype of the story, but the people in the story are no longer It's us."

John was so taken aback that he didn't have time to correct Mrs. Hudson, and to be honest, he was kind of used to Mrs. Hudson always putting him and Sherlock together.

"You actually saw the movie!" he almost cried.

"Of course I watched it, otherwise what would I be doing sitting here for nearly three hours?"

"Uh, rummaging through that memory house of yours looking back at your favorite cases, or pondering the details of the case that Inspector Lestrade brought us last night?"

"It's called a memory palace—last night's case was boring, and I've already cracked it."

"For God's sake! When? Did you sneak the answer to Lestrade again while I was sleeping?!"

Mrs. Hudson, who was sitting between the two, still had red eyes, but she smiled relievedly when she heard the familiar dispute.

In Metropolis, Carl's party finally came to an end.

Everyone was drunk except Karl and Alexander, who pretended to be drunk and lay crooked with the people around them.

The font in the night sky is still glowing. According to Tony, it will take five or six hours for it to gradually disappear. The Chocolate Castle is placed in an open space not far away. Alexander said that he will find a way to maintain the temperature near the castle, but in the end It's better to eat it within a year.

The waiters went one by one to make sure they hadn't lost their minds. Tony, who drank the most, just muttered something vaguely, was the first to be taken away.

He will be sent to the guest room arranged by Karl after the waiters have cleaned it.

Louise was probably the most sober among those who did not pretend to be drunk. She yawned and asked for someone to help her. Of course, there were ladies among the waiters. Immediately two girls came over and put her on the shoulders. She was sent to her room.

Bruce will have ginger ale instead of champagne at future parties, but at Carl's party he can't get his hands dirty, so this time he's really drinking too much.

He also frowned in his sleep, as if he had experienced a repeated reincarnation nightmare.

The party participants decreased one by one, and finally only Carl and Lex were left lying on the grass. Someone approached and wanted to help them. Carl opened his eyes and waved his hands indiscriminately.

"Let's go." He said vaguely, his tone was erratic and soft, "Let us stay here."

The music stopped, and the service personnel began to dismantle the temporarily installed equipment and collect the wine bottles and glasses that were thrown around. They checked the grass polluted by the alcohol one by one with a flashlight, and immediately removed the grass once they found it. A piece of turf, replaced with new soil and new shoots.

After an hour or two, these people finally disappeared too.

The font in the sky has faded a lot.

Carl lay on his back with Lex sleeping peacefully in his arms.

After a while, he stood up, picked up Lex by the waist, and walked into the villa.

Alexander had already prepared anti-alcoholic potions and cleaning tools for him, and Carl took care of Lex effortlessly. He stood in front of the door with Lex in his arms, and spent two seconds thinking about where to let Lex sleep— —two seconds seemed like a month to him—and finally he gave in to his own mind and carried Lex into his room.

Almost all of his pajamas were brand new, with only one set showing signs of being worn. Carl wasn't sure if Lex's smart brain could see anything from his room, so he put away all the dolls out of caution.

But in this way, the room looked too clean and tidy.

Whatever, Carl thought, cleanliness is not a problem, the staff responsible for taking care of the villa lived in the manor, and they would have cleaned Carl's room regularly.

As night fell, Lex fell asleep quietly. Carl looked at him for a while, yawned, took off his glasses, and buried his head in Lex's neck.

He fell asleep too.

This is where the inconveniences of being a vigilante without a face mask come into play.

Carl can't wear glasses all the time, so his other half is bound to find out who he really is.

To be honest Carl didn't think he could hide from Lex for too long, but Carl.Al's identity has already left a deep enough impression on Lex, and now Lex should instinctively rule him out of speculation, relying on Lex's blind spots in thinking, plus some small cover, should be able to survive Not for a short time.

I really want to know how Lex reacted when he woke up and found that he didn't sleep alone last night. Unfortunately, because of Carl's special status, he had to get up before Lex's breathing changed, change his clothes, and Pajamas are folded and placed on the bedside table.

It was not yet four o'clock in the morning, and the sky was still pale gray, but Mercy was already up.

She was also probably the first one to get up, making breakfast in the kitchen right now.

Put cheese, bacon, and ham into the sliced ​​toast, sprinkle with spices, pour a layer of raspberry sauce, wrap it in tin foil, and bake it in the oven for 15 minutes. When she saw Carl coming, she showed a little surprise look.

"Mr. Al." She said respectfully, "Do you have any special request for breakfast?"

"Well... I don't like to drink fruit juice, just give me a glass of soda with lemon, don't want too much sauce on the bread, I don't like sweet ones." Carl said, "You wake up so early, do you work so hard every day?"

"It's not hard work, the boss pays you a lot of money." She said simply, and after a pause, she asked, "Why do you get up so early?"

"Oh, I'm not used to sleeping with other people." Carl's voice was still sleepy. "Lex slept with me last night. He moved after falling asleep, and I was woken up."

Moxi, who was squeezing the vegetable juice, trembled, but she quickly controlled herself, and there was no fluctuation in her voice: "I understand."

She regretted asking this question, but the words were out of her mouth, and she couldn't take them back.

Within a few minutes, Lex also went downstairs, dressed in a new casual white sportswear, which Carl had chosen for Lex before leaving.

The size fits perfectly because that's what Lex's size is made for.

"Good morning, Honey," he said softly, never mentioning what happened last night. "You woke up really early."

Mercy brought breakfast to the table, for two, before Carl could say the startling words.

In fact, she only made food for herself and the boss. In her expectation, everyone except her and the boss should still be sleeping. I didn’t expect that Karl would sleep with the boss in such an unusual way... Could it be? The group of waiters last night also felt that the two of them were too inseparable, so they simply sent them to the same bed?

No matter what, she didn't want to make this light bulb. Normally, she had to do it. If she could not do it now, she wished she could leave immediately.

The only professional ethics stopped her, Moxi lowered her head, minimized her sense of existence, and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Since she couldn't leave here, and couldn't go to the table to disturb the boss and Mr. Al, she had no choice but to cook a small stove for herself and eat in the kitchen.

"Is there anything to do today, getting up so early?" Lex said, reaching for a piece of toast.

The melted cheese pulled out filaments, and Lex gently tore off the cheese, but there were still some sticky filaments stuck to his fingers.

He tilted his head and licked the cheese off his fingers from the side.

"You were too noisy last night." Carl said solemnly, "I couldn't sleep well, so I got up. But I do have something to do today. Ayer Group has a press conference, and D&M Company has a press conference. Come on, I have a lot of media to deal with today, and I still have a lot of questions to answer—but Alexander prepared the manuscript, and I memorized it in advance."

"Be careful, they will definitely make a big fuss about your lack of academic qualifications." Lex said, "But only tabloids will do this, and mainstream media with a little brain will not hold on to this."

Carl smiled: "The education concept in my family is very traditional. Both my parents and my brother believe that private tutoring can tailor the most suitable education method. The only thing to worry about is getting along too little with peers, but my brother thinks , most people in the world don’t need to get along with each other.”

"Even if this is the truth, it would be a little mean to say it." Lex commented.

Carl was noncommittal.

They enjoyed their breakfast quietly. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor of the villa were all wide open. Because of Carl's special preference, he could see the rising sun just in time when he looked out of the window.

The twilight of morning rose on Lex's face.

For a moment, looking at Lex's gentle profile, Carl would feel that he could just spend his life with Lex like this.

But think about it or forget it.

It's more interesting to fight each other.