It's not a superhero, it's a saiyan

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"What is this?" Sun Wukong asked curiously after the two boring guys left.

Clark handed the things over: "We can go back and have a look, and hope that the old one at home can continue to work." He glanced around, and suddenly said mysteriously, "It seems to be right around here. Do you want to see it?"

Sun Wukong, who was immersed in studying the things in his hand, tilted his head: "Hey, what?"

"The spaceship that brought me to Earth."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened all of a sudden: "Spaceship? Really, it sounds like something amazing, I'm going to check it out. Ah, I also seem to be riding something called a spaceship to Earth, but I don't remember falling off at all. I went there, maybe the dead grandpa knew about it." He tapped his head and complained a little puzzled, "It's so strange, I really can't remember anything, obviously I suddenly remembered a lot of messy things..."

Clark suddenly became interested in the spaceship that Sun Wukong was riding on, or he became more interested in exploring the origin of his friend.

The two of them were born in completely different worlds and came from completely different civilizations, but they had such a similar experience, and they came to the vibrant planet called "Earth", which is really worth exploring.

What an amazing and awesome coincidence.

But as outsiders, at least there is a natural intimacy between them.

"Clark?"

Clark saw that Monkey King was looking at him with great interest, and found that his thinking had gone too far.

"follow me!"

"Don't we have to call Steve with us?"

"...Maybe it will just be a secret between us."

Sun Wukong just asked casually. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Clark's statement, or he had no concept of whether there should be a third party to know about this matter. He could think of Captain America at this time because the town center was far away. Cheers came.

People are shouting the name of a certain hero.

It seems that a certain veteran from half a century ago is very popular with the residents of this small town. You must know that people here have not grown up listening to the story of Captain America. People who leave the town may not know this to themselves. They are puzzled by the idol-like figure of the whole people, so all they know now is Steve.Rogers.

Maybe...a funny and charismatic young man?

"I hope Steve won't be scared by the enthusiasm of the girls." Clark said a little jokingly, and he also looked at the place where he was born. This peaceful and conservative town seems to have remained unchanged since he came here. However, the impact of the ever-changing new things in the outside world on her will gradually disappear in the cycle of life.

Except for him, an unexpected visitor, no one knew that they had traveled through time and space and arrived at another universe or another historical line.

People are still busy and living their lives purely. Even if there is something wrong outside, it is obviously just a topic of ordinary chat and has no effect on them.

And Clark wouldn't allow anyone to spoil it all.

"Wow, is it in here?"

Passing through the warehouse with all kinds of sundries, the two came to the basement built by Jonathan himself. It seemed that no one had visited here for a long time, as if time had stood still here.Clark paused at the entrance, and directly opened the entrance to the basement. The moonlight leaking in from the outside made the things stored inside reveal a vague outline.

Monkey King looked around for a while, then reached out and knocked: "Can this fly again?"

"Judging from the extent of damage, it is difficult to repair with existing technology."

"What a pity!" Sun Wukong sighed for a long time, "There must be many, many powerful people in the place you came from." He thought of something, and said in frustration, "Speaking of which, Saiyans also He's a scary guy, but I'm the only one in this place..."

"Maybe this thing can tell us something." Clark looked at the chips handed over by the two Hydra members. He certainly didn't think that what could bring these people to this town would have nothing to do with his origin.

Sun Wukong, who was looking back and forth at a certain ultra-era aircraft, finally satisfied his curiosity. Although he didn't see anything, it didn't prevent him from immediately diverting his attention.

"Will you go and see what's inside now?" Sun Wukong poked at the chip-like thing and looked at Clark expectantly.

Clark nodded immediately.

A superhero's biggest secret is left in that humble place by two people - of course, it may be safer than the national coffers of the United States - as if sharing an insignificant little secret.

They quickly returned to Clark's house. It was a quiet time, and their movements were very light.The Kents are no longer young. After having a few drinks at the bar and getting together with their decades-old neighbors, they have already returned home to rest, and now they are probably asleep.

Go directly to Jonathan's study room, where there is an antique computer, the chance of being used depends entirely on Jonathan's whim.

Looking at the ancient machine, Sun Wukong couldn't help knocking: "Clark, can this really work?" He really wanted to increase the strength in his hands. Isn't that how electrical appliances are repaired when they have problems?

"I think...it's really a little troublesome." Clark took a closer look inside. Obviously, with his eyesight that can see through any details, there is no problem that he can't find.

Monkey King nodded knowingly: "Mmm, that's true."

He couldn't help knocking again, staring at the monitor with wide eyes, hoping that it would light up, but he only heard two strange sounds of "click" and "click", and an obvious crack spread down from the corner of the display.

"Uh..." Sun Wukong shrank his neck, looked at Clark and smirked twice.

Facing this dramatic development, Clark shrugged casually: "This result is really not surprising. Fortunately, there is time to replace it with a brand new one. I hope Jonathan doesn't mind getting a surprise tomorrow."

Sun Wukong took out his salary card and smiled confidently: "Ah, no problem, just leave it to me. But... can I still buy things now? Is it too late? "

It was obviously too dark outside.

"Maybe... we can just go to the country on the other side of the world. After deducting the tax to pay, it will still be a cost-effective choice." Clark took out his phone and Googled it, although a campaign advertisement that popped up at the bottom of the screen said "Made for America", upright American citizens will act as if they didn't see it.

Sun Wukong suddenly realized and nodded: "Oh, you are so smart, Clark, then let's go."

Sun Wukong has no concept of such illegal things as illegal entry, and it doesn't matter to him.But as a superman with incredible power, he never felt that he was above the law. This extraordinary existence has always been in awe and humility for law, morality and human nature, even if the whole earth can be played by him in the palm of his hand. Among them, he became a god who overwhelmed the whole world.

But now he's just Clark, a small-town boy from an alien world.

Clark, who didn't need to distinguish his two identities in front of Monkey King, didn't reject his sudden idea too much, but after thinking about it for a second, he accepted the idea and planned to put it into action.

Maybe it's because he hacked a world illegally in the first place?

The action plan, which is completely whimsical to ordinary people, was implemented in this way, and the simple study room was suddenly empty, as if no one had been there.

The insomniac Jonathan stood in the living room with a mug in his hand, blinked his eyes in the direction of the study, and muttered, "Oh, is there a mouse, then we have to find it quickly, fortunately Clark is back..."

When Jonathan returned to the room with a yawn after watching a boring soap opera episode, Clark and Monkey King returned to the study room again, holding a huge cardboard box with some Chinese words that had nothing to do with what they needed.

"Bulma will love it there," murmurs Monkey King, with a Monkey King mask on his head and a handful of kebabs in his hand. Now it's a pleasant ride.

Clark opened the box in his hand. He was also amazed at the variety and novelty of the goods in that place. He bought a lot of things that were not urgently needed now without knowing it, which made him feel a little headache.

But the most important thing right now is not this. Under the ignorant onlookers of Sun Wukong, Clark began to assemble the things they needed with extraordinary speed. The whole process only took 5 minutes.

Confronted with a computer that had been modified by himself but looked nothing special on the outside, Clark inserted the chip-like thing into a small groove in the case.

"Stab la la!"

After a slight current sound, the screen that was already displaying the startup screen immediately went black.

"Hey?"

After two seconds, an animated hole appeared in the lower left corner of the screen, with a diameter of about five centimeters, and then countless chubby little snakes crawled out like children's graffiti works, and began to display The screen spreads, just like forming a "snake" net.

Sun Wukong poked the screen with his finger, and asked strangely: "What is this, did you make it, Clark?"

Clark raised his eyebrows, his fingers crackling on the keyboard.

"It's just a..." Clark thought about his wording, "A little prank, it's not a big deal to me."

After Clark finished speaking, the movement of his hands also stopped, and a big broom appeared on the screen, sweeping the little snakes into the trash can, and the normal startup screen was displayed again.

"It's amazing!" Sun Wukong blinked and praised.

"This is impossible!!"

In a slightly dark corner, someone yelled angrily and smashed his keyboard.

"What did I say?" A woman who had just left sneered, "Don't always think that you are amazing, newcomer, you should now know that my choice is extremely correct, what we are facing... is real, A superman who is omnipotent like a god..."

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All OOC is my fault.