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

You know, as a superman who can see through the wall of dimensions, Carl himself is actually not a man of integrity.

It's just that he won't be as obvious as Deadpool.

Not to mention these things casually like Deadpool.

Carl still has some residual shame, although it is not very strong, and sometimes he enjoys seeing the people around him choke hard by himself, but he has to swallow the bitterness and resentment like Deadpool .

But no matter what, no matter what - Deadpool's problems were a bit overwhelming for him.

Carl didn't speak for a long time, during which time he went back and forth in his head, trying to guess how Clark would react if he was asked, "Can you hear someone orgasm by Superman's name?" It's a pity that after much deliberation, he couldn't think of anyone who would ask such a cheap question.

Only a bitch can ask such a question.

And Clark can't be asked cheaply.

"OK. Brother knows the answer." Deadpool said, he shrugged, carried his two long knives, and staggered out of the villa.

Carl sat for a while with a blank expression on his face, then stood up, deciding to forget everything about Deadpool and go and see what the collector had sent him.

The name "Kal-El" is written in the standard globe font on the package, so this package is for Karl.Al's, not for Superman.The key is why collectors should give Karl.Al send something?

The whole universe knows Carl.Al is one of the few people who are superhuman, and collectors are by no means included. In the eyes of collectors, Carl.Al is just an ordinary human being.

And Carl.Al has no connection to the universe.

Oh no, wait.

Carl.Al is just an ordinary earth human being, yes, but he is not unconnected with the universe. He once had a tutor from the universe, and it was that unknown tutor who gave Karl the greatest influence. It allowed him to remain calm when his abilities awakened at the age of 13, and to maintain himself in the years that followed when he gradually saw the parallel world.

The package was only the size of a football and not very heavy. Carl took off his glasses and used his clairvoyance to see what was in the package.

Inside the package is a palm-sized instrument that looks like an energy gun; next to the instrument is a branch with a very flat fracture, and there are a few green leaves on it, and the surrounding area is constantly emitting vitality. Energy; at the bottom of the box is a piece of paper with Carl's familiar handwriting on it.

"Dear Carl, I haven't seen you for many years. I don't know if you are still healthy. My father and I had a dispute recently. The huge gap between our ideas made him very disappointed in me. My mother cried because of this, and my brother also because I ran away from home without my father's favor, and the family affairs are already a mess. I vaguely remember that you are about to be an adult now, and I enclose my gift with the letter. It will not harm human life, please rest assured to use it."

"You're going to do a great job, Carl, I was so sure from the first moment I saw you. Everything is fine except what the letter says, don't read it."

There is no signature at the end of this short paragraph, mysterious William, Carl thought. He unpacked, put on his glasses, and opened the search function. A large paragraph about the manufacturing principle and section diagram of this small gift immediately floated in front of his eyes.

The "energy gun" is a weapon produced by a magic technology civilization that has disappeared for thousands of years from the Andromeda galaxy. Strictly speaking, it is an "automatic magic wand", or it can also be called a "magic gun".

There are many kinds of magic civilizations, but there are only two kinds of foundations, either based on words or symbols. The civilization behind this magic gun is a magic civilization based on symbols.

It pre-stores all the most basic magic circuit fragments. When you need to use magic, just point the muzzle at the target and shoot. The telepathy function in the wand will automatically adjust the internal magic circuit to form a most suitable one in the current situation. The magic, energy replenishment is also very simple, it can absorb most of the radiant energy, even bioelectric energy - which means that Karl himself can recharge it.

This gift is also very practical.

Karl played with the magic gun over and over for a while, and put it into the button of his cuff.

Then he turned his attention to the branch.

It doesn’t look any different from ordinary earth branches on the surface, but in Karl’s eyes, its surface is clearly covered with a layer of light golden energy, and this branch that has lost the nutrition delivered by the root system still seems to be full of vitality. But the most valuable part is the green leaf at its tip, which radiates warm brilliance like a small sun. Carl lifted up this branch, as if he was holding up a small torch.

A ribbon was wrapped around the branch, and small words were left on it: "This is the branch of my hometown. It will not die for a thousand years after it is broken."

Karl planted it in a small open space on the side of the villa, and he took down the ribbon and put it together with the note William had left many years ago.

His teacher's name wasn't William, Karl had always known it, but he called him that.

William is the teacher he has been with the longest. When teaching, he never even leaves the small cottage.When Carl was very young, he wondered why other teachers always ask for leave to go home at Christmas, but William never asks for leave. He always sits in the study and flips through an old book, or quietly Standing in the cornfield without saying a word.

He was curious and asked the same question.

"There is no Christmas where I come from," William answered him. "There is no festival where I come from, but we will have a carnival for months after the victory, day after day, day and night, and everyone drinks good wine."

The little Carl opened his eyes wide in novelty, and asked again, "Is it like those Viking warriors?"

"Yes, yes." The teacher just laughed, "Like a Viking warrior."

That was the only conversation they had about their teacher's past. They had been together for several years, but Karl didn't ask much about William's past.

Maybe it's because he was too young at that time to know how important a person's past is.

It is a good thing to receive such news after a lapse of several years. At least let Karl know that Mr. William is doing well now, although judging from his letter, his situation does not match "good". The calm and usual tone made Carl feel that it was no big deal.

What Mr. William encountered was just an ordinary family crisis. The majestic father, the gentle mother who smoothed things over, the eldest son who disagreed with his father, and the youngest son who grew up under the shadow of his elder brother... Wait a minute, this recipe Why is it so familiar...

Alas, it's normal to be familiar. This is such a classic family conflict. Now he can hear countless quarrels between father and son who are similar.

"Howard!" Tony snarled, "Why are you cutting my budget again! For your stupid plan to find Captain America again? Damn it, he's been in the ocean for decades! When will you turn your eyes off?" Pull out the dead and look at the living!"

"I don't care whether it's living or dead, I just keep paying attention to those worthy people." Howard said coldly.

And this sentence even made Tony explode into fireworks:

"Huh? Captain America is the most valuable person in your eyes? Old man, although you have always been hopeless, I just discovered today that you are not only hopeless but also pedantic to a certain level. This is no longer the era of Captain America. It's over! World War II is over!"

"The war will never end, and there will always be only a short period of rest between the wars." Howard said, his eyes seemed to be stained with a little sadness.

But too shallow, too shallow.

Howard is different from Tony, he has personally experienced those life and death opportunities, and he has always been aware of the consequences of the weapons he made.

The United States did not directly participate in the First World War, but it became the core of the war in the Second World War. Behind every world-class war is the shadow of this super country. Wars are like greedy black holes, swallowing people from all over the world. The wealth, power and young people of the country, and the little leftovers outside the black hole are enough to make today's US emperor stand proudly on top of the world.

Tony doesn't care what Howard thinks, he is now so angry that he can't choose what to say: "Who is it! I have been immersed in my most glorious years and achievements! Do you think you think Captain America is valuable? Fart! Old man, Including what you said about his toughness and nobleness, you think you really value that? You just think that the serum injected by Captain America is your most insurmountable peak! You don’t care about Captain America at all! You only care about yourself! You just want To study the composition of the serum!"

"Enough!" Howard said through gritted teeth, shaking with rage.

But he didn't know how to say it, and it was impossible for him to say it. He couldn't say that he became more and more aware of what he did when he was young, and more and more aware of his role in those inhumane actions. What an important role.

Maybe it's because he's getting old, and when he gets old, he will inevitably become tender and nostalgic. The fierce desire to attack and the ambition to conquer the world in his youth are no longer strong, but instead he begins to recall the things destroyed by the war.

Those fledgling soldiers with light breast hair on their lips may be about the same age as his son Tony, but they have already weathered their faces, lost their hands and legs, and are permanently disabled.

Those pale women left behind by the army, with their sunken eyes and thin fingers like bird's claws.

The clear blue sky is shrouded in black smoke, and the sound of planes flying by makes people shudder, because explosives may be dropped in the sky at any time...

He began to recall the beautiful things destroyed by the war, and he had trouble sleeping and eating for this. He has been trying to make up for it all these years. He is committed to charity, and the Stark Group's expenditure in this area is an astronomical amount every day. Fortunately, his wife Maria understands him and gives him the strongest support.

But after he has done so much, it is still far from enough. Compared with those destroyed by the war, what he has done and what he can do is far from enough.

Why is he so attached to Captain America?

Howard looked at his son and thought of the little frail boy he had just met all those years ago, standing in front of everyone and declaring loudly that he too was going to fight for his country.

That kind of firm, stubborn, and fearless will, always full of confidence in the path of justice, the idea of ​​never turning back once you have a goal, and the behavior of fighting for an illusory "justice" without risking your life , even after decades, still pricks his soul.

Steve who fell into the sea was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, he never forgot every moment.

Maybe it's because... Howard wondered, maybe it's because Steve was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen destroyed by war.

Perhaps it was because the older he was, the more he wished that it was not himself who was left in the world.

Old friend, he thought, the world has changed.