After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Autumn in New York is always extraordinarily wide, the wind blows past, exuding a strange chill, at first it was just like a layer of frost falling on the skin, and after the frost melted, it turned into a thin blade, sometimes Kind of cold.The streets are full of pedestrians. In such weather, urban white-collar workers often walk on the noisy and crowded streets of New York City with gloves on and hold a cup of hot coffee, and stride towards the high-rise buildings where they belong. One of them, savoring this bitter coffee-like loneliness.

However, the white-collar workers assumed here are those who can squeeze into the elevator, get into the cubicle of the company, and isolate all the hustle and bustle of the city center. A media reporter who hopes to dig out his/her own year-end award from him/her?Then congratulations, the only thing you can taste from bitter coffee is the warmth it brings and the endless sense of crowding——

"Fuck! Don't squeeze any more! Kid!" The bearded cameraman couldn't help turning his head and roaring, "Which media are you from? Do you understand the rules!"

The little reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses hurriedly apologized, and pulled his colleague and friend, the red-haired Jimmy Olsen, away from the dark crowd for the time being.

"I almost squeezed in," Jimmy couldn't help complaining. "If you were slower, Clark."

"If I were slower, maybe the opponent's fist would have landed on your face." Clark said helplessly.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders: "That's not necessarily - if it's the sports version, I might still be worried, but the entertainment version..."

Clark pushed his glasses: "That's why I don't understand why we want to grab the entertainment news."

"You have to change your thinking," Jimmy said, "yes, Hilda Walker was just an ordinary showbiz person before, but it's different now, didn't you see that video? She is A mutant—think about it! This is the first mutant to work in the entertainment industry! This is no simple entertainment news, as long as you are willing to discover, this is a perfect social news. Clark, this girl It is a treasure, believe me, as long as we can get first-hand authoritative information, we will definitely be one step ahead! Believe me, this is definitely easier than staying in the metropolis to search for truly valuable social news!"

Clark Kent looked up at the towering star-rated hotel, looked around and saw the entertainment version of his colleagues squatting outside the hotel's designated area, squatting in the cold wind to watch Hilda Walker's entertainment counterparts, and sighed invisibly: Jimmy It was true, but it still made him feel powerless.

Also being a "minority" on Earth, Clark understands and sincerely sympathizes with the situation of mutants - he has not only captured many radical mutant criminals, but also rescued many mutants who were tortured and ruthlessly injured. Secretly knew the tragic history of mutants, and was angry at what happened to them.

Because of this, although he didn't have a good impression of Hilda, and he still had a skeptical attitude towards her, he still didn't want her mutant identity to be exposed to the public.

He knows his industry all too well.A reporter's pen can be a sword of justice piercing the darkness, or a deadly arrow in the back that is hard to guard against.Now that everyone is gathered here, of course, they don't intend to stand up for some justice.They are just crocodiles that smell the smell of blood, and if Hilda accidentally reveals a flaw, they will tear her apart...

"Everyone is waiting for her to appear," Clark pursed his lips, and said unintentionally, "So maybe, she won't appear at all...Why are everyone so sure that she will come out of that door?"

Jimmy was taken aback: "You're right!"

"What's right!" Standing aside, the colleague who accidentally listened to all their conversations couldn't help turning his head, eyebrows furrowed, and squeezed the finished coffee cup with one hand, and loudly reprimanded the two rookie reporters from the social edition. "Do you really think there are only two smart people in the world? I said, if you really want to write a big news, you should learn more about it—someone got the voice recording schedule, and today is the day! As long as Hilda Walker is still there If she intends to continue competing, she will definitely walk out of the hotel—God knows what happened to her, and she can stay in the hotel for a week without going downstairs..."

Speaking of this, the colleague was a little choked up: "...I have been squatting for a few days, and if she doesn't show up, I will be moldy."

Jimmy was dumbfounded, and Clark barely held back his laughter. Just as he was about to comfort him, he heard a commotion coming from ahead——

"Hilda Walker!" someone called out the name.

Yes, she really lived up to expectations, she didn't care about the controversy on her body, she didn't even wear sunglasses, and walked out of the hotel in a big way, out of the security area of ​​the hotel, the reporters rushed up, and a lot of microphones were densely poked at her.

No one wanted to be one step behind the news, and Clark and Jimmy squeezed into the crowd quickly, completely ignoring the strange smell emanating from the dark crowd.

"Are you a mutant?!"

"How do you feel about those nasty comments on Twitter?"

"Will you quit the showbiz?"

"Are you going to apologize to Superman?"

"Did you see that interview, is that true?"

……

Ups and downs, male and female voices, all the voices merge together, making people dizzy. If you have to tell what they have in common, it may be the deep coldness behind these questions.

... as chill as an autumn day in New York.

The girl standing in the middle of the crowd like Moses divided the sea didn't seem to have heard these questions. The light of the camera illuminated her face again and again, making her pale like a marble statue, as if she was resisting with a hard appearance. All attacks from the outside world.On this sculptural face, the most attractive thing is her long and curly eyelashes, and her pair of brown eyes that are as clear as glass.

The more expressionless Hilda's face was, the more thrilling those eyes were.She seemed determined to ignore these boring reporters, with the car keys on her fingertips, as relaxed as if she was taking a walk in the courtyard.

Clark bet that every reporter on the scene wanted to squeeze into her side. No one wanted her to pass through the "sea of ​​people" as easily as Moses. Unfortunately, no one could walk within half a meter of her. Inside.

--Mutant.

Apparently, Hilda wasn't going to hide her special ability at all.

If the people here are ordinary people, they might start screaming and insulting this kind of devilish behavior. However, all the reporters standing here are journalists who are dying for the news. Everyone's first reaction when seeing this scene is to stare blankly. Light - there is material to write!

Clark thought it was a little funny, he stood in the crowd like watching a play, waiting for Hilda to leave here unscathed.But Jimmy obviously had a completely different idea from him.

"Clark, think of a way!" Jimmy was full of anxiety, "Aren't you the best solution? Are you going to leave just looking at our year-end bonus? You clearly said before that you were in huge debts, why now... ..."

Clark covered Jimmy's mouth.

At this moment, he thought of his meager bank account balance and the misery of him working overtime to pay back the money, and also remembered Hilda's threats and lures to Superman...especially, the ban she gave him.

He took a breath: "I have a method, I don't know if it will work."

Jimmy urges him: "Try it! Our winnings are flying away—"

"Hilda!" He raised his voice, and the colleagues in the pressure cooker asked noisyly, "I heard that Bruce Wayne, the rich man in Gotham, is your boyfriend. Is this true?"

Jimmy: "...?" He still kept urging Clark, but there was a question mark on his face involuntarily.

However, Hilda's unmoved figure suddenly stopped because of these words. She slowly turned her head and locked on to the area where Clark was: "...Who asked?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Clark couldn't help but pushed the frame of the mirror—although he believed in Kryptonian technology, he was still worried about being recognized by Hilda. He coughed, took a step forward, and said with a slightly reserved expression, "It's me."

Hilda nodded slightly to him, with appreciative eyes: "Good question."

Clark: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to this compliment, he hesitated: "...Thank you? Uh, actually, Bruce Wayne hasn't had the tendency to change his girlfriend frequently for a long time, may I ask..." He paused After a pause, "...is it because you are getting married?"

He heard the more and more uncontrollable noise of his colleagues, and felt their piercing probing eyes, and Jimmy's surprised and admiring eyes.

—Okay, Jimmy, please.Clark thought, this is nothing to admire at all!

Although she had no intention of marrying Bruce, Hilda did enjoy the question from this unsightly reporter.

"That's not true." She smiled reservedly, "But we have been dating for a long time."

Clark: "Okay, congratulations." He finished the sentence quickly, determined never to say another word.

And now, his always astute colleagues finally discovered the key to getting Hilda's attention and making her willing to answer questions——

"So Bruce Wayne doesn't mind your status as a mutant, and plans to marry a mutant who slandered Superman and wanted to save the earth into Wayne's house?"

Clark Superman Kent choked up, seriously, he started thinking about the next time as Superman to clear up this fake news that "smeared Superman".

Although he hated the position of this passage very much, he had to admit that this question did accurately capture all the problems so far, and even mixed Hilda's interest points and thunder points in one fell swoop.If she is willing to refute one by one, that's of course best, and the long press release is here!If she only refuted one of them, that's fine too, and reporters are free to use the issues she ignores.Clark looked solemnly, watching Hilda, waiting for her reaction.

Hilda sneered, looked at this bold reporter, stretched out a finger, and shook it: "First of all, I have never slandered Superman, I don't believe that I can ask him himself, isn't he a god on earth? It is not difficult for believers to answer their doubts.”

"Second," she stretched out her second finger, expressionless, "It's none of your business how far Bruce Wayne and I have progressed, just mind yourself."

"Third..." Hilda paused, sneered, with a sarcasm on his face, "The sentence you want to hear the most, although I think I have made it obvious enough——"

In the sky above the city, the sun left behind the clusters of dark clouds just at this moment, and the skylight fell from top to bottom, pouring all of it on everyone.

However, the flickering golden light was completely reduced to a foil on Hilda, who suddenly burst into a scorching and dazzling momentum.

"—I'm a mutant."

"...I never hide it, I am only proud of this identity."