[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Bruce came out of the bank, opened the driver's door, and sat in. Clark straightened up from the flattened passenger seat.

Their car was parked on the side of the road in Congelian City, a hundred kilometers away from the town. They had been stalking William Turner for a week, and this bastard had been hanging out in Congelian for a whole week.

Turner is the bodyguard of the old Cavill. The number one boy under Cavill has been picking up girls or taking/drugs for the past seven days, or even picking up girls with drugs or taking/drugs while picking up girls. Turner is very high, and Clark He had heard enough of that unintelligible voice, and now the sun was shining on him, and his brain hurt.

Bruce casually took off the glasses with Kryptonian technology to change his appearance, rubbed the bridge of his nose before putting them back on. The two of them looked like two 27-year-old youths under the glasses.

Clark yawned against the scorching summer sun, and asked hopelessly, "Is there any good news?"

Bruce glanced sideways at Clark, who was under mental attack all night and night, and replied, "Yes." Bruce picked up the bank card folded by a white post-it note in his pocket, and threw it into Clark's hand.

Clark unfolded the folded white paper, and there was a string of numbers written on it—it was obviously a phone number, and what was even more colorful was the bright lip prints printed on the side of the phone number.

"Very good," Clark said as he restored the co-pilot seat to its original state, "Finally there is a clue, did Turner transfer the money outside?"

Bruce glanced at Clark and asked, "Didn't you listen?"

"I haven't listened to you since you started flirting." Clark said honestly, facing Bruce's slightly accusing eyes, Clark immediately added: "But I read it! The one under your bank deposit slip Zhang." Bruce started the car and let go of his very innocent friend.

Somewhat abruptly, Clark asked: "Do you know how much Turner transferred out?"

Bruce asked casually, "How much?"

"Heh," Clark frowned and laughed, and the boy in the small town said in a tone of looking for sesame seeds to pick up gold: "1000 million dollars."

The car braked screechingly and stopped on the side of the road. Bruce, who had never independently investigated a case, exclaimed: "One... 1000 million!" The two of them knew very well what a terrifying amount of drugs 1000 million dollars could buy.

Bruce slowed down, and he used interrogative sentences to express his firm judgment: "You were surprised by this number, so you didn't pay attention to the conversation between Vera and me?"

"That's right," Clark said, "My acting skills have improved." Yes, yes, your acting skills have improved. Bruce's eyes were extremely helpless and didn't stop. Clark continued: "Turner and Daisy's ID transferred 1000 million to Mexico, B, this case is not as simple as we originally imagined."

Bruce lowered his eyes and said: "I understand what you mean, we should report to the Kansas State Mounted Police." After a pause, Bruce continued: "But you know, Clark, to rule out the possibility of collusion between officials and robbers, we are not the police. There is a high possibility that the clues we provide will not be taken seriously by the police.”

Clark leaned back, relaxed his tense shoulders, and said, "But at least we have to pass the information to the police," Clark looked sideways at his friend, and said, "This is not Gotham, B, be optimistic .”

Bruce stared at Clark for a second, then said, "I'll take care of it."

Clark relaxed his serious face and asked, "What's next?"

"Continue to follow Turner," Bruce said: "Since he has already transferred the money, he will take action in a short time. Don't relax and observe, Clark, bear with it."

Resisting the humming sound, Clark raised his hand to cover his forehead, and sighed, his super hearing covered the entire city, and the Kryptonians could clearly capture even the sound of Turner's leather shoes tapping the ground, Clark listened to the motor of Turner's car roar through the city, and he heard the car parked in the hotel parking lot not far from the bank.

Turner walked through the parking lot, walked into the elevator, pressed the up button, walked through the corridor of the hotel, and opened the guest room with the key card.

Bruce started the car. He looked at Clark's out-of-focus eyes. It was clear that Clark was monitoring Turner's every move. The low-key SUV was started and drove towards the hotel where they lived.

"Brother, how is it?"

Clark clearly identified the voice as that of Edmund, Turner's subordinate.

"The money has been remitted." Clark watched Turner fiddle with the phone in his hand and edited a text message.

Clark's eyes passed through the buildings and walls of the city without hindrance, and he released the short message edited by Turner: "The game has been set up, and there are 250 boxes of brandy. The recipient is unknown."

The recipient used a disposable cell phone, but both were sure it was Anderson's father, Arnold Cavill.

Bruce tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Under the education of the former British secret service, the two knew the slang words of drug dealers. Brandy refers to ice/drugs, and 250 boxes refers to 250 kilograms.

"Damn it," Clark cursed, "how many people can be harmed by so much drugs, these people are really... assholes!"

Clark cursed, but still listened carefully to the conversation between Turner and his two subordinates. That Edmund said, "Brother, the boss's stall is getting bigger and bigger, and everyone will get rich if you follow the boss." Then, Edmund Demon hesitated for a moment, and continued: "But so much ice/drugs are put into the warehouse that is directly shipped to the boss. If we find out, we can't afford to pay even if we have ten lives."

"Who will investigate?" Turner sneered, and he said triumphantly, "The police?"

"Hahaha," Turner laughed arrogantly, and he said, "Do you know why the boss's warehouse is in a small town that is not marked on the map of Smallway? Because, all the policemen in Smallway Town They're all bosses."

"Five policemen, each with $50 a year," Turner said: "How could they go to check the boss's warehouse? Those policemen can't wait to kneel down and lick the boss's leather shoes. more and more."

Bruce let out a sarcastic sneer.

"You're right, B." Clark said weakly.

Bruce glanced at Clark indifferently through the rearview mirror, and didn't make any judgments. The Bluetooth headset he wore in his ear was still sending the sound captured by the bug into his ears. In the hotel room, Edmund was bragging about Turner. , boasting about his behind-the-scenes boss, they imagined the scene of green dollars flying into their pockets.

"Greed is the original sin of human beings, get used to it, Clark." Bruce said clearly: "This is how the world works."

"Okay," Turner, who laughed loudly, interrupted his bragging. He took out two air tickets from his pocket and handed them to Edmund and another person. Turner said, "You will leave tomorrow, just like before. Smuggling out of the country, be careful, there is a lot of money in the world, and we only have one head on our shoulders."

"Okay, big brother." The two said in unison.

Clark could see clearly, he reported the flight number of the plane, Bruce drove the SUV into the parking lot of the hotel, Clark fiddled with his mobile phone, and finally said: "I bought a flight earlier than them," paused , Clark asked, "What's for dinner?"

Bruce turned the steering wheel and backed into the parking space, looked up at Clark, and Clark said with a smile: "Greedy is also the original sin of human beings, isn't it? The world is like this, but look in a good direction, B, I started Just trying to trouble that bastard, and lo and behold, what we found."

Bruce didn't say anything, as Clark always did, like the sunlight that bathed the crops on the farm he grew up on, and when the dawn faded and the sun rose above the horizon, the brilliant sunlight made every leaf and root of the farm's plants Both are positively turned toward the sun, the shadows are at the feet of the plants, and the sun is in the sky.

When the two met, Bruce brought Clark into contact with the darkness of the world prematurely, and Clark always pushed Bruce to look up at the sunshine of the world.

……

Juarez, a border city in the Mexican state of Chihuahua, adjacent to El Paso in the United States, is the city with the highest murder rate in the world and one of the cities with the most rampant drug sales in the world.

This city is noisy and dead, prosperous and decadent, more than half of the residents here are suffering from AIDS, and while Bruce was driving along the highway, Clark saw three highly decomposed corpses in the wasteland by the roadside ——And the three corpses were all with dirty syringes at their hands—drug overdose to death.

And when Clark's eyes swept across the city, he could clearly see those skinny people in the houses, and he could see those people holding rolls of banknotes slumped on the sofa with dazed faces .

In the end, Clark closed his eyes. He could see the ugliness of this city clearly. Those sinful details entered his sight without any hindrance. moan.

Bruce didn't get out of the car. They entered the city in decent clothes, like two fat sheep wrapped in clothes. He held the steering wheel and asked, "Any thoughts?" Bruce sullenly, his eyes passed through The glass of the SUV, his square, allowed him to distinguish ordinary people from addicts in the crowd, criminals with murder weapons from unarmed lambs.

"You know that I have always supported your ideals, B," Clark opened his eyes, and the Kryptonian leaned on the passenger seat with his arms crossed, and he said, "Please, when you are in danger, be sure to Call my name."

Bruce was stunned, and after a while he chuckled and said, "fine."

Although Clark doesn't have Bruce's well-trained observation skills, he has unparalleled superpowers on this earth. His eyesight and hearing allow him to see and hear the most beautiful things in the world. Let him see and hear the ugliest existence in the world.

Along with evil, there is always danger.

Clark asked emphatically and repeatedly, "You promise?"

"I promise." Bruce replied.

"Okay," Clark continued, "don't think of me as a saint, B, I'm not, I'm in my sights, I'm your best friend, I'm the only one who really knows you friend."

Bruce always wants to show Clark the ugliness of the world, he always wants to change his idealistic friend a little bit, and this is the first time Clark expresses it bluntly—

No one understands the world through Bruce's eyes better than he does.