[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

The atmosphere of the Chinese restaurant is indeed a little different from other restaurants.Most of all, it seems easy to make the two of them seem out of place.

"I feel that this is more suitable for family gatherings." Elaine sat down, watching the lively families talking to each other, holding dishes, and looking warm.

"It's still too late for us to change places." Bruce said, already picking up the menu on the side.

"That's it," Elaine said, "it just doesn't feel very romantic."

"What are you going to do romantically?" Bruce looked at her strangely, "Don't you want to relax and have fun?"

"But we are a man and a woman, and you are still the chairman of the Wayne Group—" Elaine joked, "How many years in a row have you been in the golden bachelor ranking with Tony Stark?"

"Don't worry about it," Bruce said. "The moment you and I went out, there were already paparazzi taking pictures of your face."

Elaine: ...

"What to eat?" Bruce handed Elaine the menu.

"I'm free," Elaine said.

Only later she regretted it.

She stared at the waves of meals being served, and was stunned for a moment.

"I'll ask Jason to come over now." Bruce said, "Ten people, it should be fine."

I have been to many French restaurants, but I really don’t know how much Chinese food is in one serving.

"So we are substitutes." Jason and Damian came over in Ah Fu's car and said, "It's just because you ordered too much and couldn't eat it."

Ah Fu hasn't come out to eat for a long time, and seeing a table of Chinese food is a bit novel: "Can I treat this as a small family dinner, sir?"

"Sure, Alfred," Bruce said.

"Is it too late for me to pretend that I don't exist?" Elaine interjected. "According to what you say, is Dick Grayson coming too?"

Dick was indeed on his way.It wasn't long before he took a taxi from work, but no one told him that Elaine Hope was here too.

Although she had apologized through Jason's mouth before, it was still awkward for the two to meet.

So in such a situation, he pushed open the door of the Chinese restaurant, accompanied by the sound of "Welcome" at the door, and the terrified stare between him and Elaine.

"Hi, Grayson." Elaine greeted awkwardly.

Dick held back his embarrassment and sat next to Ah Fu.

Jason was laughing like crazy.

Damian was suspicious of the grievances between the two, so he tugged on Rajason's sweater hat - which almost made Jason fall on his back.

But Jason was in a stage where he was overwhelmed with desire to share, so instead of beating him up, he was going to bow his head and talk to him.

A chopstick flew over and hit Jason on the forehead.

"Oh!" Jason looked at the opposite side, "If you don't say it, don't say it, what are you doing—"

Dick was still staring at him.

"Okay—okay." Ah Fu made a relief, "The past is over, so let's enjoy the present, okay?" He sighed, "We haven't had dinner together for a long time."

Dick lowered his head and took back the chopstick that fell on the table by the way.

Elaine was embarrassed.

Her toes seemed to feel that her shoes were about to fall off, so she grabbed the soles of the shoes and gripped the ground.

She poured a drink and put it in front of Dick. "I'm sorry," she said.

Dick looked up, and took a sip of the drink, "Forget it. It's a thing of the past."

Damian was still confused.

But he didn't bother to care about it, so he just moved his chopsticks and started picking up vegetables.

With his beginning, the remaining few people really feasted on it, and the people around the table chatted while eating, not so stiff, they could laugh or joke.

People like Jason and the others who consume a lot of calories are not ambiguous at all when eating.

Elaine had no doubt that if they were allowed to participate in the Big Eater Competition, they would probably be able to win the ranking with their eyes closed.

Bruce didn't seem to have much appetite, or maybe it was a habit he had developed since he was a child, which made him always do things very cleanly, and it was not easy for people to see his emotions.

"What are you thinking?" Elaine asked softly.

"I'm wondering what Luther wants to do."

Luthor's purpose is simple, to discredit Superman without harming civilians, and then he should be expelled.

Like now.

"What can you ask him to do?" Strack asked him. "I could have sent him to tear down some buildings instead of destroying some innocuous factories."

"If you kill someone, Strucker," Luthor warned, "I believe the first thing Superman does when he wakes up is to shoot you through the head."

"But he won't, will he?" Strack said. "I have him, and the other heroes can't do anything to me."

True, but it probably didn't occur to him that Superman wouldn't necessarily be with him.

"Can he protect you all the time?" Luther asked.

"I have given him an order to protect me." Strack said proudly, "Don't underestimate the power of poison, Luther."

"Now," he ordered, patting Superman's thick shoulder, "go sit and watch!"

Everyone felt that Superman was a little strange this time.

Unlike the previous blocking help, this time he just flew in the air, watching the disputes, fights, and even wars on the ground.

"Superman! Superman save us!" The innocent man knelt down on the ground and prayed to the god in the sky, "Save us!"

The gods are still watching.

Over time, other voices appeared.

"Why didn't you come and save us?"

"He could have been immortal because Superman stood by—"

"What's wrong with him? Does he want to give up on us?"

"He may have been treating us like ants all along!"

"Those people killed by his indifference!"

"He's so powerful, how could the Metropolis explode? Couldn't it be on purpose..."

Such voices gradually appear in every corner of the world and spread rapidly on the Internet.

"I have to kill Strack." Seeing those remarks, Elaine was about to explode, "This is too much!"

Bruce pulled her back, "Strike must have ordered Superman to protect him, what can you do?"

Elaine looked up and glanced at No. 12 who was still locked there above her head, "I can pretend to be No. 12. Just make sure I can open the portal and leave."

No. 12 on the top of her head heard about it and hurriedly looked down: "Do you know what you are doing?" Her tone was almost terrified.

"You can't kill him—you can't..." She shook the cage, thinking about it, "You were created by him, and all your things were given by him, how can you kill him?"

"It was my mother who made me—he does nothing but put us in a lab," Elaine said, "but at least you let me know how to act like this."

Bruce: "I don't think that's a good idea."

Elaine: "I don't think so either, but I just want to try."

She is confident, confident to kill him, but she may not be able to escape unscathed.

"You might die." Bruce disagreed, "There's no need to do that."

"You're right, there's no need." Elaine calmed down. "I shouldn't have listened to Luthor's nonsense. Although he didn't let Superman kill people, it was too much."

"At least Superman didn't reveal his Earth identity," Bruce said. "That's good."

This is true.

If Clark's identity has really been exposed, then in such a situation, everyone related to him will be implicated, and there will be no need for Strucker to control him.

Elaine estimates that it is entirely possible for Superman to blacken directly to the final stage.

As she thought about it, the phone rang and saw Peter's message.

[What's going on with Superman Elaine, can you tell me what's going on? Please, I'm at home] Elaine looked at the string of text messages without punctuation marks, and it took a long time to distinguish what Peter meant.

Peter was indeed at home.In fact, as a 5G surfer, I already wanted to ask Elaine when I saw similar news a few days ago.

But due to some inexplicable emotions, I have been afraid to send messages.

Until today.

"Why does it feel like your friend hasn't come for a long time, Peter." Aunt May said this while making dinner, "It's been a long time since the last time you had a friend come to your house as a guest!"

"Elaine is busy, Aunt May," said Peter. "She's much busier than I am..."

"Peter, it's been a long time since you told me what happened to you at school, what happened on the road." Aunt May said, "Sometimes I'm afraid you will be lonely."

Peter shook his head, "No."

It wasn't until he returned to the bedroom and looked at the screen of the phone that had been turned off that he made up his mind.

【Hey, Elaine, are you okay?I know you are busy. 】Delete.

【Elaine, can you tell me what happened recently? 】Delete.

[I kind of think——]

delete delete.

In the end, he was a little irritable, thinking that he couldn't post it anyway, so he just did it casually: [What's going on with Superman Elaine? Can you tell me what's going on? Please, I'm at home] Delete——

Grass, click the send button.

But she probably won't come and won't read it, so I just withdraw it.

Just as Peter was about to press the retract button, a golden light appeared in front of his bed.

"What are you doing?" Elaine saw Peter curled up there, and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me a question?"

"I just didn't expect you to come!" Peter jumped up from the bed, "Your skills are really cool!"

It was only then that Elaine remembered that Peter's impression of his abilities was still in the past.

"I just learned it." She said, sitting on a chair beside her. "Why do you think I won't come?"

"Because you're busy?" Peter hesitated.

"But I can't ignore you." Elaine said, "You have to have some faith in me."

"Then, will you come every time I send a message?" Peter was cautious.

Elaine: "If I don't have a big deal, I will."

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