[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Ryan stood in the shadow of the alley, holding his mobile phone, and the image on the screen was reflected in his glass-clear golden eyes.

On the screen is the frantically beating number in the background of the app, representing the frighteningly large number of views of that photo.

Yes, that photo of Superman and Michael was posted by Ryan.

It was photographed by the system, and Ryan posted it on the Internet. He created a special account to post some photos of Superman and Michael, and hyped CP.

God among men and his rose.

He will let Michael appear beside Superman openly and be accepted by everyone. If everyone thinks that Superman and Michael should be together, how will Superman feel?

Accept or reject?

Lean Yang smiled. He closed his phone, pretending not to know the people who were approaching behind him and their secret and greedy gazes.

He needs an opportunity to meet up with Superman.. or Clark Kent and just run straight to Clark's house?

No, that guy is straight, and it's not good to use the same trick on both sides.

It wasn't until the muzzle of the gun was attached to Ryan's lower back that Ryan seemed to realize that there was someone behind him, and he turned his head.

The movement of the muzzle of the gun hitting his waist was a little bigger, driving Ryan to lean forward.

A man with a smell of smoke was holding a gun close to Ryan, and he whispered to Ryan, "Don't move."

The man's hoarse and rough voice could not hide his pride and greed.

He stared at the golden hair in front of him and quietly sniffed the faint rose scent on Ryan's body.

The man is convinced that he has made a fortune.

He had been watching Ryan for a while.

Ryan is wearing an expensive suit, crocodile leather shoes, and the most expensive wristwatch on the market. With outstanding facial features and excellent skin, he looks like a young master from any family.

So he and his brothers discussed kidnapping Ryan and asked for a ransom from Ryan's family.

The plan went very smoothly. The young master who 'just joined the club' was completely unaware of the approaching crisis, and was so easily held hostage by a man.

Ryan tilted his head, moved forward half a step, and moved a little away from the man. The smell of cigarettes on the man made him uncomfortable.

The man mistakenly thought that Ryan was trying to escape. He held Ryan by the shoulder and hit the protruding spine of Ryan's back with the muzzle of the gun.

"Don't touch the bitch, or this gun will go through your spine and put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Ryan still had a smile on his face. He casually stuffed his phone into his suit pocket and said in a stress-free voice, "Sir, don't be nervous. I didn't move around."

"...Are you going to kidnap me?" Ryan asked suspiciously, oh, isn't this coming, the next opportunity to meet Superman.

The man gave Ryan a rough push. "What the fuck are you talking about."

For some reason, the man obviously never met Ryan, yet he always felt a sense of fear.

He gritted his teeth and felt that money was more important.

He looked at Ryan suspiciously, there wasn't much expression on Ryan's face that could be regarded as fear, but Ryan really didn't struggle, the man thought for a moment, then winked at his subordinates and kidnapped Ryan.

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Superman returned the cat in his arms to its elderly owner. The old woman expressed her gratitude to Superman with tears in her eyes while holding the cat. Her trembling voice expressed her gratitude and admiration for Superman.

The people gathered around because Superman landed nearby stared at Superman with adoring eyes, and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of Superman as much as possible.

Clark was already used to all this. He greeted the old lady and told her to keep the doors and windows closed when raising a cat, and then flew into the sky.

He listened carefully to what was going on in Metropolis with his ears, distinguishing where Superman's help was needed.

The people below are still discussing him eagerly, but this time the topic seems to be a little different from the past?

'Where did you say Rose was saved by Superman?Why haven't I seen him before, wouldn't he be secretly hidden by Superman? '

'Hey, it seems that I can make up a [-]-word obscenity about Superman imprisoning Little Rose. '

'Superman, who is harmless on the surface, has long been dark to the bone. He doesn't allow Little Rose to look at the world more, and Little Rose can only see him. '

Hearing the heated discussion of the girls below, Clark stopped thinking in the air and almost fell, he frantically controlled the range to avoid falling.

Clark thought dumbfounded: What the hell?What is the little rose?

At this moment, Clark didn't even know that the CP about Superman and Michael had been hyped up on the Internet, and all kinds of obscenities, fan comics, and modified layers appeared endlessly.

Clark didn't take the time to think about it. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he flew in a certain direction without looking back.

He heard that someone was planning a kidnapping case.

The abandoned factory is filled with dust, and it has not been used for a long time.

Even the kidnapper who kidnapped Ryan on the spur of the moment pried open the factory with a wire picked up from the ground, um... an unorganized and planned kidnapping.

Being pushed into this dilapidated factory, Ryan had an expression of disgust on his face, and he could feel the fine dust covering his clothes and hair.

This displeased the always white and clean Archangel.

He endured the displeasure and the urge to burn the dirty dust with divine fire, and let the man push him roughly and press him down on a dirty chair.

The rough hemp rope passed through his upper body and tied his hands behind the chair, and then his feet. Maybe because he never saw Ryan resist, he thought that Ryan was terrified and had no attack power.

The man just casually wrapped the rope twice around Ryan's feet.

"What's your phone number?"

Ryan tilted his head, and said in a calm voice, "No." He didn't lie.

The man thought that Ryan didn't want to say it, and it had already fallen into his hands, but now he remembered that there was no point in saying these things, and he was furious.

He winked at his subordinates, and his subordinates clearly handed over the small broken gun in their hands to the man, and the man knocked Ryan on the head with the butt of the gun.

"You son of a bitch, now I'm under my command, and you're still pretending to be a fart."

Ryan slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the man, those golden eyes were covered with deep ice, just one glance was enough to make a man fall into an ice cellar.

Ryan's gaze was like the number of ice picks piercing the man's soul, making the man feel a kind of coldness and tingling from the soul.

fear.

Ryan spoke, his slow voice was cold and angry, he said, "There will be no next time."

Ryan knew the man would understand what he meant.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, he didn't speak, and he couldn't recover from the fear that Ryan brought him for a long time.

How could he be bluffed by a son from a rich family?Heck.. even just the eyes.

After a while, the man finally regained his composure. He stretched out his hand to cover Ryan's eyes with a piece of cloth that he found somewhere, and cursed in a low voice. He reached out and took off the expensive wrist watch from Ryan's hand. .

"Forget it, forget it, fuck you. You're a piece of trash, and you don't even know your own phone number." The man yelled and kicked the heel of the chair, but he didn't dare to touch Ryan again.

In fact, selling the watch in Ryan's hand can get a large amount of money that is enough for them to gamble on half the moon and enjoy themselves.

So even if they couldn't blackmail Ryan's parents, they earned the money.

Accept as soon as you see it, the man told himself in his heart, well, the most important thing is

The man greeted his subordinates to leave.

The subordinates asked: "Just leave like this? Boss?"

The man glanced at his subordinates angrily, and raised his watch. "if not?"

Naturally, they didn't dare to have any opinions, men's tempers were not very good.

A green-haired man with a mohawk looked at him and was tied to a chair, but he kept his waist straight, and he was not scared or lying down. The sunlight that fell on Ryan through the window coated the young man. A layer of golden light.

Holy and beautiful.

Mohawk looked greedily at Ryan, who was blindfolded and only showed the lower half of his face.

He remembered that the young man had a clear and pleasant voice, long legs and a thin waist, an extremely outstanding face and beautiful blond hair, no matter where he was placed, he was the best.

The only thing is that he is a man, but does gender matter?

"Boss, how should we deal with him?" He suppressed the desire in his heart and asked calmly.

"Leave him here to die." The man glanced at Mohawk's head, and he could easily see Mohawk's thoughts. "If you want to do something else.. poof...don't worry, maybe we're already on Superman's radar."

Hearing this, Mohawk could only stare at Lean with sharp eyes, and didn't plan to do anything else.

Little did they know that Superman had already been eyeing them.

At the high altitude outside the abandoned factory at this moment, Superman was flying in the air, and the good vision belonging to Kryptonians easily saw the young man tied to the chair through the blurred window.

His golden, silk-like hair hangs down naturally on his shoulders. Because his head has just been hit by the butt of a gun, there are two or three strands of golden hair raised up. He is wearing a close-fitting suit, and his hands are tied behind him by a hemp rope. Only his back is still intact. Stand upright without any bending of defeat.

Very familiar.

The sight was so familiar that Clark immediately thought of the archangel who flew out of his window wearing similar clothes this morning.

Clark knew it was definitely Michael, and he would rather not believe it was Michael.

Without taking a second to think about it, Clark shattered a glass window and entered the abandoned factory.

The sound of glass breaking made several kidnappers who were packing up their things to leave subconsciously look up.

Heck, thump, thump!

The man known as the god of the metropolis is wearing a blue tight uniform, with the iconic 'S' on his muscular chest, just like a set of facial features carefully carved by Renaissance artists.

Superman's eyes first fell on Ryan who was tied to the chair, and Ryan also raised his head to look in that direction after the window was broken.

Those golden eyes that seem to be able to see through the thousands of truths and human nature in the world are covered by black cloth, but Clark always feels that those eyes are falling on him accurately through the black cloth.

Is it an illusion?

Clark glanced at Ryan again uncertainly. This time, the corners of Ryan's lips that were originally flat were raised. Even through the fabric, Clark could imagine that it was a cute smile that moved the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes together. .

Superman immediately looked away, he coughed lightly, he finally noticed that the kidnappers below had fumbled and ran out.

He flew down quickly, like a blue lightning, accompanied by the sound of beating and screaming, and after only a few seconds, he fell silent again.