[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Cases from a long time ago will not fade in Clark's memory. The details of those cases are engraved in Clark's mind like a knife, returning to the case that happened in the rice irrigation canal of the Kent farm now:

"No," Superintendent Cook of Smallwell Township walked up to Detective Booth with a heavy file box in his hands, and the file box fell on the desk with a "boom" , The dust flew up, and Cook said, "Detective Booth, you want all the files of the Cavill drug case."

Cook put his hand on the side of the desk, and Booth looked up at him and asked, "Do you have any new news?"

"I don't have any new news." Cook hesitated, dragged the chair across the desk and sat opposite Booth, and asked, "Do you suspect that the person who killed Anderson was originally from the Cavill drug cartel, Booth?" Detective Stein? I have my own opinion on that."

"Please tell me," Booth nodded and asked, "Don't you think so?"

"That's not true. I don't have any clues. It's a good judgment," Cook said, "But I have read the documents you asked for when I joined the company. Except for Cavill Jr., all the core members of the drug cartel have been sentenced to death and have been sentenced to death." Execution completed." While speaking, Cook pulled out a blue hard-shell file box from the folder and said, "I know the case very well, and I can introduce it to you if you need it."

Booth took the blue hardshell folder that Cook handed him, without opening it, and said, "Please."

Cook organized his language and said: "The Kansas State Mounted Police took action after receiving a report from an informant, and the information they received was unexpectedly accurate." Cook nodded the blue hard-shell file box and said, "You can take a look."

Hearing this, Booth lifted the lid of the blue hard-shell file box, which contained wire-bound documents and a CD. Agent Booth twisted the CD with two fingers and asked, "What is this?"

Cook reached for the CD and said: "This is the recording of the phone call that the Kansas State Mounted Police received when they were called to the police. It was just a voice changed after using a voice changer. The Mounted Police did not know the identity of the informant."

Booth watched Cook put the CD into the computer, and said, "It couldn't be restored more than ten years ago, but it doesn't mean it can't be restored now."

"Actually," Cook stared at Booth, finally looked away, and said, "Although I don't have the correct parameters to restore the sound, I tried to restore the parameters of the alarm call at that time, if... I didn't make a mistake If so, we all know the person who called the police."

Booth was very surprised. He watched Cook input a few strings of parameters into the audio software, and then clicked the play button. The progress bar swept across the index surface of the audio, and the sound played, "Kansas State Mounted Police, what's the matter with you?" need help?"

The voice is somewhat low-pitched, but the tone is very familiar: "On July 7, on State Highway 26 in Kansas, the tank of a tank truck with the license plate number 158-WS896-2 was remodeled, and there was a 145kg of ice/poison."

"Sir, what did you say..." the police officer asked.

"Dididididi..." The caller hung up the phone, and the recording ended with a busy tone.

Booth frowned. Obviously, he recognized the voice of the person who called the police and provided clues——Clark Kent. "Play it again," Booth said.

Cook secretly observed Booth's expression and pressed the play button.

"July 7th... 26kg of ice/poison hidden inside."

After listening to it again, Booth said firmly: "Clark Kent." Then, Booth glanced at Cook's hesitant expression, and asked, "Have you asked him? Or do you know something?"

Cook let out a long breath, and then said: "I was very concerned when the whole town was rounded up," Cook said, "However, I didn't know this until I joined the town police department. The specific circumstances of this case, the entire police station was bought by the Cavill family..."

Under Martha's attention, Clark quickly and gracefully ate the dinner left for him by his mother. Cook's description was exactly the same as what he and Bruce paid attention to back then. Martha watched her son put down the fork , cleared his throat, and old Kent, who was slumped on the sofa watching TV, looked over. Clark raised his head and blinked pretendingly blankly.

"Oh." Mrs. Kent smiled softly.

"Mommy," Clark said honestly, "I told you about using a voice changer to call the police when I came back from Mexico with B. Now that the FBI investigating Anderson's murder has restored the voice, I need to put The details of the case that the police do not know are submitted to the FBI to clear me of suspicion as soon as possible."

Martha raised her head and watched her son slipping up the stairs.

The conversation in the police station was still going on, and Cook explained: "About three years ago, I went to the city bureau to take a course in audio restoration. Before I repaired the audio, I always thought that it was Kavel who exposed the Carville drug cartel. Vill's competitor, after I fixed the audio, it dawned on me that..."

"This matter," Cook said with subtle emotion: "This case has been exposed, and it is very likely to be related to me." Cook lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I can tell you what happened back then. thing, Agent Booth, but please keep it a secret, it's not a happy memory after all."

Clark, who was flipping through the dusty file boxes in the storage room, chuckled. This little fat man who used to be obsequious is not the same now - he faces his past calmly and dares to tell others.

Clark flipped through the file box and checked the records of the case. The super speed made Clark read quickly. In the end, Clark had to admit——

Bruce was still Bruce, he did not leave any personal and subjective records in the case records, and the documents printed by the printer were meticulous and detailed.

The conversation at the police station was over. Clark listened to Detective Booth driving in the direction of Kent Farm. Clark stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked out of the storage room with the file box in his arms. , Throwing the file box to the side of the sofa with a "bang", and sat on the side of the couch.

Jonathan, who was watching the Fox Daily News, looked up at his son. Seeing his son lazily slumped on the sofa with an absent-minded look, Old Kent swallowed the saliva in his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Instead, Clark, after listening to the heartbeat of the man in the black Batmobile speeding on the streets of Gotham, looked up and saw his father's hesitation.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Clark asked.

"I..." Jonathan said, "You, forget it."

Clark sat down next to each other, hugged his old man's shoulders, his blue eyes were like a sea of ​​stars shining brightly, he lowered his voice, and said, "Well...why are you listening to some urban legend? "

Old Kent, who couldn't stand his son doing this, said, "I read the news about Gotham. Recently, there is a mysterious vigilante on the street, Batman." Jonathan cleared his throat and said, "Didn't you two plan it for so many years?" , why didn't I see you from the Metropolis report?"

Clark scratched his head and said, "I'm saving people, cats, and dogs right now. I didn't let the camera catch me. At present, Superman is still an urban legend in Metropolis..."

"Superman? That's a good code name," Jonathan said.

Clark put his arms around the old man's shoulders and said, "Dad, don't worry," the two hundred-pound tall man said in a particularly gentle tone, "Don't worry about me."

"I am Clark Kent, and I am Kal-El. I was born with powers different from ordinary people," Clark said: "If I can use this power to help people in need, it means that I was born on the earth Greatest luck."

Old Kent tried his best to hide his son's difference a long time ago, and now supports Clark to become the superman praised in the city. It has to be said that it is a qualitative change.

Clark tilted his head, looked away, and said, "FBI agents are here, Dad, why don't you...? It's getting late, Dad, you should go upstairs to sleep."

The old farmer glared at his son, stood up and walked upstairs, meeting Martha who had just finished a shower and was wiping her hair. Clark downstairs could hear him clearly, and Jonathan complained angrily: " Darling, take care of your son, now he dislikes me for fear that I will reveal his secrets!"

Martha said nonchalantly: "Then you take care of it, after all, you brought it back."

"Why did you ask me to hug you back? Didn't you be too timid to hug him back then?" Jonathan took off his clothes rustlingly and said, "I was such a small and soft child back then, it seemed that hugging him would crush him." His skin is different now, really different! Now he is such a big brat!"

Jonathan said that his son is a bear, and he didn't know how proud he was.

Clark was lying comfortably on the sofa, smiling lightheartedly.

After a while, the screen door was knocked, and Clark called out, "Who?"

"I, Booth, the FBI," Booth replied, he came alone without his partner: "I have investigated new leads, and I hope to get your help."

Clark sat up straight and said, "Come in, the door is open!" Booth pushed the door and walked in. The screen door creaked. Clark watched Booth walking towards the living room. Passing the file box next to the sofa, I saw Clark wearing a big vest and floral pants.

"Agent Booth, please sit down." Clark said politely.

Booth just said, "I'm here so late..."

He was interrupted by Clark, who said, "I know, it's because of the Cavill transnational drug trafficking case 14 years ago, right?" The person who called the police with the clues, the informant in the police's mouth. I am not surprised that the current conditions can completely restore the call to the police at that time."

Clark looked at the astonished expression on Booth's face, and said, "I will not admit that the means by which I obtained some clues may have violated certain regulations at the time, such as using bugs, locators and other tools," Clark especially said bluntly: "But Agent Booth, if you come to my house alone, you must be willing to give me a certain amount of trust, right?"

"Yes." Booth also smiled, and the FBI agent showed a rare expression of exclamation, and he said: "I now believe that you are a member of the squint team. Under the conditions of more than ten years ago, you can investigate alone. Know this shocking case, you are a smart person."

Moreover, it is not the average level of intelligence.

"Back then, everything started with a campus bullying. Regarding campus bullying, I can tell you that the perpetrator is Anderson Cavill, the victim of the current murder case. As for the victim, you also know him. He is on the record. There were witnesses proving his alibi during the release." Clark looked at Booth's expression and said, "Oh, you know about this?"

"I know, it's Cook."

Clark's performance was real and natural. He said: "It seems that I was not the only one who paid attention to this case at the time." The bastard's troubles of public property, and when I was approaching his mansion, I found two luxury sports cars parked in his parking lot, the total value of which exceeded 1000 million..."

"Fourteen years ago, in our small town on the outskirts, a family owned a sports car worth more than ten million yuan," Clark continued, "and this family did not have a serious business or job, which is really suspicious. "

Clark continued to talk, he cut out Bruce in the story, and described in detail the process of investigating the case all the way to what happened in the border city of Mexico.

Booth's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "You mean, you found that Edmond sent drugs across the border through the tunnel from the basement of a family in the suburbs of Juarez?" Clark nodded. , Booth clenched his hands on his knees, and he said, "Jesus, do you know how dangerous your surveillance is? God, how old were you then, to do such a dangerous thing."

Clark smiled. The detective who liked his friend was a kind and pure person. He said, "I was far away from the scene and used some technical means."

"Technical means?" Booth repeated in confusion.

"Yes, I used a standard small remote transmission silent drone, Gotham Wayne Enterprises technology," Clark said. "It's expensive, but it's worth it."

"How expensive?" Booth was curious.

"Well," Clark thought for a while, and said, "It offsets the benefits of one of my patents. As for the patent matter," Clark blinked, and asked, "You can ask her after chasing Tampi, she knows my affairs very well .”

Booth heard Clark talking about patents in a nonchalant tone, and he had more contact with Jeffersonia's group of doctors, and he was quite used to the fact that there are so many people in this world who can use their inventions to earn a lot of money. reality.

"Catch up to... I...forget it," Booth's ears turned red, "Is it so obvious?"

Clark nodded, and he said, "Probably Tempey won't care, you know what kind of girl she is, forget it, let's not talk about it."

Tempus Bray was abandoned by her father when she was young, although they later found out that her father abandoned her for the sake of her safety, and he didn't want Tempus to live in hiding all day with their husband and wife. In the danger of hunting and arresting, but precisely because of this different growth experience from ordinary people, Tempus has a different concept of men and family from ordinary people.

Booth suppressed his curiosity and listened to Clark continue: "At that time, the drone followed all the way and filmed the whole process of their drug transport." Clark pointed to the file box and said: "The evidence videos at that time are all in the In the box, you can see for yourself when the time comes."

Clark leaned on the sofa with his hands on the back of the sofa. His posture was very relaxed, and he said: "Drugs/drugs were illegally crossed the border and put into a water tank converted from an oil tanker. Later, all my investigation results were sent anonymously. Gave it to the Kansas FBI and used a voice changer to call the Kansas State Mounties."

"You will know what happened later. The FBI and the Mounted Police teamed up to start with 250 kilograms of ice/drug found in the water tank and wiped out the Carville Group."

Booth followed Clark's train of thought and asked, "Why didn't you call the Police in Smallwell Township?"

"I have no evidence to prove that the police officers of the Smallwell Township Police Department have been bought by criminals," Clark said, "But just from Anderson Cavill's brazen fights, racing cars and even gang extortion at that time, everyone in the town knows what the police officers have done. Turn a blind eye, the police station at that time was nine out of ten..." Clark shrugged.

Clark recalled the details of the two of them investigating this case more than ten years ago. At this time, he must admit that both of them were a bit too idealistic at the time, whether it was the use of the standard drone sold by Wayne Enterprises or his With their unknown superpowers, their investigation of this sensational drug smuggling case in the United States was not so much an adventure that disregarded their own safety, but a game that was close to cheating.

It's different now, not to mention Bruce's guess - there is no evidence, the Lex Group and Stark Industries are secretly providing high-tech tools and weapons to criminals and terrorists, just from his urban legend The superpowers passed on by word of mouth make someone's attention focus on him.

The billionaire, philanthropist, business tycoon, inventor, and politician who lived in the metropolis, his cunning and sharp eyes tried to catch him through the surveillance cameras all over the city, and he didn't know what his purpose was, Clark Just an instinctive creepiness.

Detective Booth didn't say a word. He flipped through Clark's detailed records. Finally, Booth closed the lid of the file box and asked, "Can you tell me your opinion on the Anderson Carville case? Clark?"

"Me?" Booth nodded, and Clark said, "I don't think Anderson's death is necessarily related to the drug case that year. After all, as far as I know, the core members of the Cavill Group were all sent to the electric chair. None of the ones left alive or out of prison will murder Cavill Jr. who knew nothing about his business at the time."

Booth nodded again, and Clark continued: "I don't know much about Cavill Jr.'s recent situation, so I don't want to make more judgments, but I support a point of view from beginning to end."

"What point of view?"

Clark smiled slightly, and said, "Man is born with original sin." Clark glanced at the chain that Booth had dropped into his shirt, and said, "I think you understand what I mean. Some people live in a good and positive environment. Here, they fight against the original sin they were born with, and strive to become righteous and good people."

If it weren't for Bruce, the all-American genius boy on the podium might be in a vain state now.

"And some people have lived in families with distorted values ​​since childhood," Clark said: "Although Cavill Jr. has no criminal record, it only proves that he is not a bad person in the legal sense, and does not mean that he is a good person in the moral sense. .”

"Do you think it was love or money?" Booth asked, and Clark nodded.

Booth looked at Clark, the strong FBI scratched his head, hesitated, met Clark's blue eyes, the agent pursed his lips, and said, "I still have questions, can I ask?"

"No," Clark said mysteriously. Clark looked at the seemingly substantial "question mark" on Booth's forehead: "Don't you just want to ask me how Tampi and I met, but the case has to be found out, I can tell you .”