[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Clark Kent, who was wearing a white shirt and looked out of place with his surroundings, was standing in the corner of the ballroom. The dim blue light from the floor lamp made his figure look stronger.

It was the most formal clothing Clark could find.

Since this impromptu business trip made him ask the waiter to send his suit to dry cleaning on the cruise ship, and he has not sent it back yet, he can only wear a white shirt, at least better than a Superman logo T-shirt.

He doesn't really care about clothes.

Clark didn't attend the morning concert. He has a very regular schedule. In the morning, he will exercise first, eat breakfast, and then have a routine meeting of the Justice League.

The meeting lasted about two hours, after which Clarke had to do his work as a reporter, not referring to filming, but something else.

So this caused him no time to go to the morning concert.

But this does not prevent Clark Kent from participating in afternoon and evening cruises. He loves life and everything around him. He will try his best not to miss anything around him.

Because the earth is so wonderful, he should naturally enjoy life wholeheartedly.

Music is the most beautiful thing in the world, it knows no boundaries, no race, no gender, any discriminatory words in this world.

Clark Kent's sky-colored eyes reflected Fast's earnest playing of the piano.

Surrounded by blue flowers on the stage, under the bright lights, the fingers of a young man in a tuxedo fluttered on the keys, and he played with his head down seriously.

Thanks to his extraordinary eyesight, he could see the blue veins protruding from the back of his hand, the sweat dripping from his forehead, the trembling eyelashes, the slight tilt of his head, and even the He could even see the tiny fluff floating on Fast's face clearly.

Clark couldn't help but close his eyes, close his vision and listen with his ears, immersing himself in this music feast like the people around him. He was infected by the music, and his fingers tapped unconsciously, as if he was playing music.

The little waiter I met by chance was not just a waiter on a cruise ship.

He was also an elegant marine pianist, Clark thought, and to be able to play such dignified and elegant music, Fast must love this career.

Just as Clark loves his job as a reporter.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of doubt flashed in Clark's mind. Although the piano music was nice, he still felt that something was missing, but if he asked Clark what was missing, he couldn't answer it.

Another song ended, and the three opening songs that Fast was in charge of were over. He moved his fingers, and his fingers felt a little numb. Tapping the keys continuously and quickly is not an easier job than fighting.

Fast licked some dry lips, he stood up and gave another pianist a high-five.

Fast stepped off the stage, glanced coldly at the audience who hadn't recovered, and touched Clark, who was dressed in a completely different color tone from the surrounding ones.

Fast paused slightly, narrowing his dark green eyes slightly.

He remembered the system saying, is that Superman is...?

Fast has not forgotten his plan for the system, or he always remembers it and carries it out all the time.

After meeting Clark's eyes, the indifference and blackness in Fast's eyes faded away, and turned pure and clear, with a touch of gold in the green, completely different from before.

"Oh hi." Fast smiled and greeted Clark Kent across the circular pool.

The pure smile that Fast showed was sunny and did not match his slightly dignified clothes. It looked a bit inconsistent, but it was beautiful.

Clark could read Fast's surprise and delight at seeing him.

"Eh..." Fast wanted to mention the other party's name, but remembered that he had never asked Clark Kent's name at all, his lips parted slightly, showing clean teeth but he couldn't say anything, a little embarrassed.

"I'm Clark Kent." Clark saw Fast's entanglement, he smiled and stretched out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Fast smiled and shook Clark's hand. "Fast Hepburn, too, nice to meet you."

The cold hand fell into Clark's warm one, Fast twitched uncomfortably, and he pursed his lower lip calmly.

As if pulling out his hand inadvertently, he paused pretending nothing happened, and asked with a cautious expression, "May I call you Clark?"

"Of course, Fast."

Obviously, Clark's gentleness will be shown to every ordinary person. He has the ability to read other people's emotions more keenly than others, and he will naturally treat others gently. This is the superman whose starting point is kindness.

"What do you think of my playing?"

"You play amazingly. I've never heard such beautiful piano music."

Fast and Clark spoke at the same time and smiled at each other.

"You must love this job?" Clark asked.

"What?" Fast glanced at Peter who was in a hurry and didn't know what to do. He didn't respond to Clark's question in time, but just responded subconsciously.

Fast reacted quickly. "You mean the pianist?"

Can he tell Clark that the pianist is just his backup identity lurking on this cruise ship?

Even when he was selected, he was only playing according to the music score. Perhaps it was his fighting instinct that made his hand speed faster, which allowed him to play the third movement of such a passionate Moonlight Sonata.

And he has no idea about the piano at all, and even thinks the piano is super troublesome, the more times he shows his face in front of everyone, the easier it is to be remembered.

If he hadn't encountered Spider-Man Peter Parker temporarily, he might still be that convenient and low-key waiter.

"Oh, I remember you were still working as a waiter on the ship, right?" Clark said again.

Good guy, the identity of the waiter has also been arranged for him now.

Fast showed a faint smile, which was thinner and more serious than the bright and pure smiles just now.

He said in a serious tone: "Piano is my hobby, and I don't intend to develop it as a career. I like playing the piano very much, but if it becomes my profession, the freedom to love piano will be bound."

"However, whether it is a pianist or a waiter, it is my social practice."

"At first I was just a waiter on a cruise ship, but a pianist in the orchestra had a bad stomach and recruited one temporarily. I didn't expect to go up and try it out, so I was selected. an amateur player."

"You are excellent, and it is you who made everyone see such a wonderful performance. You are an excellent offshore pianist." Clark said encouragingly.

But it is also true that the music played by another pianist on stage is obviously not as pleasant and spectacular as the music played by Fast.

Fast blinked. "Yes, I believe 'excellent pianist at sea' would make a very nice addition to my social practice report."

"It might surprise the admittedly grumpy old man who directs my social practice to write me his first S of the year."

After finishing speaking, Fast laughed. Infected by this smile, Clark couldn't help curling his lips.

The pianist on the stage finished playing one piece, and after a while, he started to play another piano piece.

Fast only listened to the two syllables of the prelude, and the title of this piano piece appeared in his mind. Fast has a very good art appreciation ability——

Benefit from the Pianist at Sea's entry interview asking questions about the world-renowned piano repertoire.

"Concertopourunejeunefillenomméejet''''aime." Fast's thin lips parted slightly.

A string of fluent French was read from Fast's mouth, not at all unfamiliar, but lowered his voice and turned slightly, sounding elegant and romantic.

"What is this?" Clark asked with some doubts. He smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, I don't understand French."

"This is Richard Clayderman, the Concerto of Love." Fast stared at Clark's sky-colored eyes, which reflected his own appearance. "It's a famous dance song."

Fast took a step outside, stepped out of the circular pool, and stood opposite Clark.

"Do you know what this means?" Fast asked softly.

Clark understood, his heart beat violently.

Fast stood straight, stretched out his hand to Clark Kent, with an elegant and sincere smile on his face, he did not bend over to invite the lady as a man in a normal ballroom dance.

He just stretched out his hand very naturally. He didn't see Clark as a woman in the dance, nor did he see himself as a woman, so he stretched out his hand very normally.

"Sir, would you like to dance with me?" Fast asked sincerely.

Fast's modest words attracted almost everyone's attention. Clark was a little embarrassed by the gaze, and now he knew what a foolish idea it was for him to wear a white shirt to the dinner party.

Even if his suit was dry, he should have taken it back to deal with such a situation.

But Clark told the truth, he didn't feel any discomfort.

Even, this is a brand new experience for Clark's past life.

Clark looked at Fast with sincere eyes, finally revealed a smile, and held Fast's palm.

It's not that Clark doesn't do ballroom dancing, but he's done ballroom dancing with women in the past, and that's how it should be.

So Clark subconsciously put his hand on Fast's waist.

Fast's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous dark light flashed across his eyes, so fast that people couldn't catch it.

...taking him as the wife?very good.

At this time, Clark also noticed his disqualification in behavior. He showed an apologetic expression to Fast and was about to take his hand away.

Fast shook his head, smiled comfortingly at Clark, and consciously put his hand on Clark's shoulder.

As the first couple of dancers on the dance floor, Fast and Clark danced around each other in this specially vacated dance area.

Surrounded by blue, luminous crystal clusters, Fast and Clark are dancing. They are smiling, watching each other seriously, and following the music.

With them taking the lead, other people seemed to wake up from a dream, inviting men or women they liked to dance on the dance floor, and the originally empty dance floor was suddenly crowded with dancers.

Peter, who was holding a tray in the corner, was reminded by his companions, finally closed his open mouth, put fruit on the tray, and champagne to start the work that a waiter should do.

While working, Peter couldn't help but think in his heart, as expected of Fast, this companion who he intuitively believed must be very popular in school, not only can play the piano, but also be so good at flirting, one set of operations can be seen Peter was taken aback.

Peter couldn't help thinking that if he had half the skills of Fast, he wouldn't have not even had a girl to invite him to the college party.

Fast didn't dance with Clark for long. He and another pianist were on a shift system. When the other pianist was resting, it was time for him to take over. This rotation lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. It's [-]:[-], the dinner party is over.

Fast took a shower in the changing room, washed his hair that was hardened by hairspray, changed into his normal clothes, and planned to go back to his lounge to rest.

At this point, almost all the tourists returned to their rooms, so Faster didn't pay special attention to his image. His freshly washed hair was messy and dripping, and he was fiddling with his phone with one hand while pressing the towel with the other. Fiddled with hair casually.

In this way, Fast opened the door of the lounge and walked towards the deck leading to his own lounge.

He looked up.

A figure from the back appeared in Faster's eyes, it was Clark Kent.

Clark was not wearing the white shirt he wore at the dinner, but a black T-shirt. He leaned his arms on the railing and looked into the distance. The sea breeze brushed his hair, making his short curly hair a little messy.

Fast was able to see Clark's side face from this angle, and his eyes were looking at the dark sea without blinking. Fast guessed that Superman might never stop like this, and looked at the distance and the ocean as a mortal. .

Clark was seriously admiring the scenery, but Fast knew it wasn't going to be anytime soon.Obviously, Clark was here to wait for him, not to watch the ocean.

Hearing the movement behind him, Clark turned his head, with joy on his originally calm face.

"Good evening, Fast."

"Good evening." Fast responded. He put his phone away, walked to Clark, and put his hands on the railing to look into the distance like Clark did.

"If you want to see the sea view, I suggest that the daytime is better, and the scenery here is not so good, so go to the lower floor." Fast seems to suggest sincerely.

Fast acted as if he had no idea that Clark was here waiting for him.

Some embarrassment flashed across Clark's face, and he opened his mouth, thinking about his words. "..I.."

"What?" Fast showed a puzzled expression appropriately.

"I came here specially to wait for you."

"Why?" Fast tilted his head, his eyes were confused and puzzled.

"We are friends, right? Fast." Clark asked nervously.

"What are you talking about?" Fast watched Clark's eyes harden with anticipation. "I thought we were friends since we exchanged names."

"Of course we are," Clark said affirmatively.

Clark watched Fast's side face staring at the sea seriously, and lowered his brows unconsciously. The top of Fast's hair was still dripping, sliding down Fast's fair cheeks.

I don't know if Fast didn't care at all, or he was too focused on the scenery on the sea, he didn't pay attention to the drop of water falling on his cheek.

For some reason, this moved Clark a little. He couldn't help but reach out and crush the drop of water with his thumb. Fast turned his head and met Clark's eyes.

Clark felt a 'thump' in his heart, which was already beyond the distance of normal communication.

Looking at Fast's clear green eyes, Clark argued weakly: "...I... just saw that the drop of water was about to fall on the clothes."

Well, he was downright stupid.Who would believe such an excuse?Clark hung his head and waited for Fast's slightly angry warning to come.

Looks like a lost dog.

But Fast just shrugged, and he even smiled at Clark. "Thanks."

"By the way, are you waiting for me here?"

"Uh...yes." Clark couldn't think of any reason why he was waiting here for Fast.

If you had to count, the two of them had no experience other than accidentally bumping into each other and dancing a ballroom dance together. God, what prompted him to make such a decision?

"What's the matter?" Fast asked.

"Thank you for the experience you gave me tonight."

"What? Do you mean dancing?" Fast laughed and said, "Could it be your first time dancing? Then I really took advantage."

"No. But it's the first time I've danced with someone of the same sex," Clark said.

"You're homophobic? Sorry..I don't know, I shouldn't—" Fast apologized in a low voice, his voice getting lower and lower.

Fast lowered his head, and his slender eyelashes also lowered to cover his beautiful green eyes.

"No, I'm not homophobic. I'm just—" Clark opened his mouth.

He didn't know how to speak, he knew that Fast was in a very low mood now, because Fast had misunderstood his own thoughts, and Clark was never a person who was good at justifying.

He is also very annoyed, he should not have said that, in an open country like the United States, there are still many homophobes and racists.

"I just. I just thought it was pretty good. It was a new experience for me, but it was surprisingly good." Clark explained clumsily.

"Then what do you think of me?" Fast stared at Clark with a serious expression on his face.

"You're fine." Clark's face gradually turned red.

He secretly glanced at Fast, who happened to be watching him all the time, and Clark's eyes collided with those dark green eyes, and the touch of blue collided into the pure forest color.

Like looking up from the forest, you can see the touch of sky among the forest.

Clark's breath was stagnant, his heart was beating wildly, and an emotion sprouted in his heart. He stammered and praised: "You are good-looking... talented and have a good personality. I think you are very good."

After saying this, Clark turned around and ran away. He unconsciously used part of his superpower, which made him disappear from Faster's sight almost in an instant.

At this moment, Clark Kent is not the son of tomorrow who has defeated countless terrorists and has long known what fear is, nor is he the social animal reporter who has been working for several years.

He seems to have returned to his teenage years, the young people on the farm are so young, and he becomes cautious even when talking to someone he has a crush on.

Clark regretted it immediately after running away. He leaned against the wall in annoyance, and his behavior of running away like this made it seem that his words were not just a compliment but something else.

Clark really wanted to be friends with Fast, but his beating heart told him that it seemed more than that.

But he'd made such a faux pas that Clark let out a low groan, God.

What Clark didn't know was that all the fresh expressions on Fast's face after he had seen him leave disappeared.

Fast stared at the direction Clark left with a blank face, and then he sneered and turned his head to leave the deck.

What a fool.

Superman is upright, upright and unyielding, like a solid barrier in the metropolis, the son of tomorrow.

But Clark Kent as Superman's true self reveals something else beneath Superman's unyielding nature.

Good-tempered and innocent, he can't tell what kind of intentions the people who show affection to him have.

As Fast does now, he knows exactly what a guy like Clark Kent wants.

All of his performances with Clark are half-truths, but he's really seducing Clark.

Fast just goes with the type of thing that Clark would like, and Clark becomes smitten with him, at a speed that Fast didn't expect.

This big boy has never been cheated emotionally.

Fast hooked his lips, a little sarcasm, he didn't feel guilty just because he cheated the Son of Tomorrow.

...

...

On the afternoon of the third day, about half a day before the cruise ship docked, since that night, Fast never saw Clark on the cruise ship again, and he was avoiding himself.

Fast knew that Clark's avoidance of him at this time was to calm himself down, so as to judge whether he was really tempted by Fast or just a momentary fascination.

Clark didn't care if he would be injured by Fast, he was more worried that if his feelings for Fast were only temporary and he resolutely approached Fast, it would hurt him.

Such a good, upright man, Clark Kent.

But the system just mentioned Superman in front of Fast, and it was in a statement of resistance.

This made Fast become interested in Clark——

By no means is the interest of the good side.

If possible, Fast hopes that Clark Kent will find out that he is only temporarily infatuated with him, and then take this opportunity to stay away from him.

Fast has no strange hobbies, dedicated to abusing others, both physically and mentally, not including his own enemies.

But in Faster's heart, he always puts his own interests before other things, and he is an egoist.

Then on the scale in Fast's heart, the temptation to the system is greater than the significance of Superman to him.

So it's a pity, whether it's infatuation or not, Fast needs Superman, he needs to rely on Superman to test the system, he needs to have enough information about the system...

In order to control the system later, or destroy the system.

Just thinking about Faster.

The sudden sound of the siren and flashing red light made Fast sit up straight, except for Fast in the lounge.

There were also one or two members of the orchestra sitting there. They were all startled by the sudden sound of the siren and the red light, looking around nervously and bewilderedly, they were discussing in low voices what might happen.

Immediately afterwards, the siren stopped.Instead, broadcasts announced by the broadcasting room.

"Due to some force majeure factors on the cruise ship, the ship may be in danger of sinking. Now all crew members are requested to go to the dining room to collect emergency survival suits. The number is limited."

The cold male voice from the radio room made everyone panic, and others couldn't be as calm as him.

"Go, go. Maybe if you go late, you won't be able to get the life jacket."

One musician sitting in the lounge urged another to leave.

They glanced at Fast, who was huddled in a corner with his earphones plugged in and playing with his mobile phone. He didn't seem to be panicking at all, and discussed in low voices. "Do you want to remind Hepburn?"

"Forget it." Another musician looked at Fast coldly. "He is different from us, think about his usual attitude."

"..All right."

Fast's attitude towards the orchestra is very indifferent, ignoring any conversations that have nothing to do with work, and always playing his own quietly alone, with a low sense of presence.

If Fast hadn't played the piano very well, I'm afraid he would have no sense of existence.

If it weren't for the orchestra's rule that even if you have nothing to do, you can't stay in the room and you have to go to the lounge. I'm afraid no one will see Fast here.

And the sound of knocking on the door means that the two annoying musicians have left.

Finally gone.

Fast took off his earphones and walked quickly to the window. He opened the curtains and looked at the sea.

Thanks to Faster's better eyesight than ordinary people, he captured several small white dots in the distance on the calm sea surface. They were obviously ships, and they were ships of the same model.

Fast squinted his eyes and let out an irritable snort from his throat.

As most people commented, the American police are really a group of idiots who take money and do nothing.

Last night, Fast sent the information on the ship to the account of the Winchester Police Department, emphasizing that it must be carried out according to his plan and not to startle the enemy before the ship docks.

The results of it?

In addition to racial discrimination and money-seeking, the police in the United States also know one thing, that is, to complicate simple things.

Originally according to the plan written by Fast, this should be a very easy task.

Now the members of the Zhutou Knife Gang gathered all the crew members in one place, obviously they had discovered the police clothes, and planned to take the tourists as hostages.

However, this is also beneficial. If the Zhutou Dao Gang gathers all the hostages together, it will be convenient for Fast.

At least now it is certain that everyone is in one place, and there is no need to find someone when the time comes to rescue the tourists on the cruise ship.

Fast is lucky to think that even once the American police can behave like a pig and reduce trouble.

That's why he decided to send the information to the police. In addition, he really needs the police to deal with the aftermath.

Pale Knight is not as carefree as Spider-Man, and is also responsible for after-sales.

But since it was a fluke, it meant that Fast had prepared Plan B and Plan C.

According to the current trend, Planb will be the most suitable plan for the current situation.

These plans were originally prepared by Fast for himself, and now there is an extra spider and a son of tomorrow, which may be slightly different from his original plan, but it will only be a good thing.

Fast opened the door, and he walked back against the crowd. Everyone rushed to the gathering place, and only Fast walked back quickly.

Because on the first floor of the meeting point, Faster was the only one left in the entire corridor.

A thug who was walking at the back of the crowd to ensure that every crew member arrived at the assembly point saw Fast walking quickly to the rear, not knowing what Fast was going to do.

Just now the boss notified them that the cruise ship was being targeted by the cops, and the boss made a fuss over them, so naturally he also suppressed his anger.

He frowned, and was about to put his hands on Faster's shoulders, and was about to scold Faster angrily.

The next second, his hand that was not on Fast's shoulder was grabbed by another dazzling and slender white hand, with an inescapable force.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whirlwind, his whole body was sore, and his eyes were black. Obviously, he was grabbed by the other party and threw him over his shoulder.

Fast stared condescendingly at the strong man on the ground, he took out the paper and wiped his fingers in disgust, stepped over the man and continued to walk forward.

He stepped into the shadows, and when Fast emerged from the shadows, his three-piece musician's suit had become the pale knight's trench coat and mask costume.

Fast came to a blind spot, he squinted his eyes and looked around, he whispered: "Spider-Man?"

The lifeline on the mask rises and falls because of Fast's words.

"I'm here, Pale Knight." Peter fell from the ceiling, and he had already taken off the waiter's clothes and put on the Spider-Man uniform.

This is the meeting place agreed by Fast and Spider-Man. If there is any event outside the original plan, then they will gather here to discuss the next action.

"I think you already know what's going on," Fast said.

"I heard that broadcast, they want to hold all the tourists as hostages." Peter asked, "What next?"

"According to the previous plan, I will go to the warehouse with great fanfare and try to attract as many thugs from the Pig-headed Knife Gang as possible, and then I will give you a signal to rescue the hostages," Fast said.

Peter paused, and he asked, "Why did you go to attract the thugs from the Pig-headed Knife Gang? There are many of them and they are dangerous. It might be more appropriate for me to go—"

The most important thing is that if almost all people are attracted by Fast, there will not be many thugs in the place where the hostages are being held. Peter wants to participate in the battle more than rescuing the hostages.

"My ability is not suitable for rescuing hostages, it will hurt them, and it may kill them seriously. But you are different, Spider-Man, you can control mobs with spider silk, and rescue hostages without harming them." Faster said Give a speech that has been prepared in advance.

He knew Spider-Man wanted to focus on fighting, just like him.

As Fast said, Fast's ability is not suitable for dealing with hostage scenes.

What's more is that his character is not suitable, if the thugs threaten the lives of innocent people, he will choose to kill the thugs regardless of the lives of innocent people, so he must avoid facing this situation himself.

If it's Spider-Man, in Spider-Man's heart the lives of innocent people are more valuable than anything else, he will definitely get rid of this predicament and put saving lives first.

Peter naturally knew that what Fast said was the best solution at present, and he would not refute it, but he still wanted to fight for himself.

"Okay.. After ensuring the safety of the personnel, can I come to help?"

"Of course." Fast said, and an arc appeared on the mask like a smile.

"What's the code?"

"Look at the shadow."

"What?" Spider-Man was at a loss, what is to look at the shadow, the secret code is a sentence, or let him look at the shadow.

"You will understand." Fast did not intend to explain further.

"Take action."

"For the safety of the hostages." Spider-Man stretched out his hand full of ambition to bump fists with Fast.

Fast didn't intend to stretch out his hand to fist-bump Spider-Man. Seeing that Fast ignored him, Spider-Man called out 'Pale Knight' pitifully.

Fast trembled, hesitatingly stretched out his hand to fist-bump Spider-Man.

He told himself in his heart that Spider-Man was just a kid in his early twenties, he hadn't been beaten by the society, and it was normal to like these kids.

Fast selectively forgets that he is also a "hair boy" in his early twenties.

"For anti-terrorism."

...

...

After Clark Kent and the crowd entered the hall to assemble, he keenly noticed something was wrong. First of all, there was no life jacket in the hall, but the reason for gathering them was to distribute life jackets?

Second, Clark observed that ships belonging to the US police at sea were surrounding the cruise ship.

Clark speculated that the cruise ship might have been hijacked by terrorists unknowingly. In fact, after thinking about it, Clark could also find violations from the cruise ship.

But Clark is not willing to doubt others for no reason.

Sure enough, in the next second, these thugs mixed with tourists took out their weapons, and at the same time several gun-toting thugs kicked in the door, and they sternly drove ordinary tourists to gather together.

Suddenly screaming, crying and cursing sounded, and Clark looked around for the first time to find Faster, who was pushed back and forth among the crowd.

Clark's feet are firmly on the ground, even in such an environment, he can still stand tall.

He obediently followed the mob's guidance and knelt down to hold his head, but he still couldn't find Fast among the crowd.

What about Fast?

He is still outside?There must be mobs outside the cruise ship now, and the police may clash with the mobs in a short while, the outside is very dangerous.

Or was he already in danger?

Clark could hardly imagine that Fast might be in danger.

Thinking of this, Clark was very anxious, and all his attention was focused on imagining the danger that Fast might encounter.

He even came up with the idea of ​​directly tearing off his coat to reveal the blue tights inside, and flew out to find Fast at the expense of revealing his identity.

Even if Clark would forcefully put such a crazy idea behind him in the next second, it is undeniable that it once existed in Clark's mind.

No matter how anxious he was, Clark knew he couldn't do this.If he exposes his identity rashly like this, it will bring a lot of trouble to him, the people around him, and even the entire Justice League, or even a catastrophe.

It was his duty as Superman to protect the secrets of the Justice League, the citadel of the world.

Those sky-blue eyes were covered by dark clouds, and there was unconcealable worry and solemnity between his brows. His fingers curled up in the palm of his hand, trembling slightly, causing a stinging pain. It was the nails that cut the flesh of the palm.

If someone pays attention to Clark's expression now, he will find that the man with his head bowed is trembling and his face is gloomy. It is Clark who is trying to suppress his emotions.

As a Kryptonian, his strength is beyond human imagination, even beyond his own imagination, and losing control of his emotions may lead to energy leakage and harm innocent people around him.

At this time, Fast had already arrived near the warehouse with steady steps, and from a long distance, Fast saw the open warehouse door was busy.

Perhaps because of the arrival of the police, the Zhutou Dao gang sent many thugs to liquidate the smuggled goods in the warehouse.

They're going to release lifeboats to take out contraband and gang members, but innocent tourists?What does this have to do with them? The role of tourists is to serve as hostages and cover for them.

"Don't move!" The two thugs guarding the warehouse gate pointed their guns at Fast.

They have never seen such a strangely dressed person on a cruise ship. They need to question the other party's identity to prevent the other party from being a helper sent by the boss and causing accidental injury.

"Show your identity." The thug said fiercely to Fast, who was still advancing, and the muzzle of the gun was almost on Fast's head. "Take one more step and your head will be like a broken watermelon, . . . "

Fast glanced at the two thugs, and said slowly, "Gentlemen, if I were you—" The tone was obviously leisurely, but under the tampering of the current, it became cold, more like threatening words.

How could the two thugs be in the mood to listen to Fast chatting, they looked at each other without any hesitation.