[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Looking at Dick, he picked up the glasses case on the table and threw it away. Dick caught it quickly, and Clark said, "Let's go!"

Dick opened the glasses case and put on the glasses containing Krypton technology. When he looked up, he saw Batman handing an in-ear bluetooth headset to Clark. Clark put the headset into his right ear. After opening the glasses and putting them on, Superman's handsome and unforgettable appearance changed.

Dick looked at this superman from a parallel world. Clark was wearing glasses. He was very different from the reporter Clark who was always on the front line of the news. Karl used to always hunched over and relaxed his muscles, with a gentle expression on his face. He looks like a good old man, and the Clark in front of him is also gentle and calm, but has a sharpness almost similar to Batman.

Dick asked curiously: "Clark, I forgot to ask, what is your daily job?"

Clark replied, "Forensic."

Dick crossed his arms and watched Batman enter complex encrypted authentication data on the computer next to the transmission platform. Dick thought for a while, and then asked, he was struggling to hear what he was saying: "Clark, I always I think you are different from the Clark in our world, what I mean is... how should I put it," Dick said with a flash of inspiration against Clark's puzzled gaze, "I think you are not ordinary even wearing glasses."

The Clark Kent in this world was a very ordinary person before everything happened. Although he has won the highest award in the journalist industry - the Pulitzer Prize for journalism, it must be admitted that he is in daily life. Li is just an ordinary person who can disappear into the crowd.

For the Clark Kent of this world, the identities of Clark Kent and Kal-El are separated. When he was Clark Kent, he was ordinary, honest and gentle. The low profile cultivated by education is just to conceal his alien identity and be an ordinary person living on the earth.

Clark hadn't followed Dick's train of thought, he asked, "What do you mean by unusual?"

Dick scratched his head, he was also a little distressed, thought for a long time, and he said: "Let's put it this way, our Clark worked and studied in an ordinary university, and you said you are a doctor of pathology from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology," Dick looked at Seeing Clark hesitate to speak, he immediately asked, "What's your expression?"

Clark said slowly, "I have two Ph.D. degrees, and the first one was a Ph.D. in genetics and genomics." Dick's eyebrows and eyes were twisted together, and Clark understood, and said, "I understand what you mean, "Clark thought for a while, and continued: "Probably what you said about me being unusual is because Bruce was very supportive and encouraged me to show my intelligence when I was young. You know, I have a super brain."

"It can be said that," Clark looked at Batman who was entering the nuclear code in front of the computer desk from the corner of his eye, and he said, "The difference between me and Clark in this world is all influenced by my Bruce."

Batman is busy entering complex nuclear codes. Although the sonic boom channel transmitter can connect the rebel base with many of his backup bases and safe houses, once the transmitter that is consistent with the sonic boom channel technology of the watchtower is used by Karl Fang cracked it, and waiting for the rebels would be an unimaginable disaster—so he loaded an extremely complex encryption program on the sonic channel transmitter installed at the core of the rebel base, including identity verification, biometric verification, password verification, code verification, etc. .

Dick stared at Clark with straight eyes. He recalled the details of his relationship with Clark so far, and choked out a sentence: "I can see it."

"Huh?" Clark tilted his head at a slight angle.

"Your tone of voice is very similar, especially the way you use metaphors, which is very similar to Bruce," Dick said quickly, and the young Ye Yi clapped his hands artificially: "You are indeed a good friend and a good partner!"

Dick just looked at Clark and gave him a deep look, hesitated for a second, and Clark asked, "Didn't you see anything else?"

Dick recalled it very seriously, and said very confidently: "You still care about your Bruce's physical health. You must supervise him to use the trauma repair instrument regularly. The scars on his body are very shallow. When you look at his scars, it shows you Got used to his injuries."

"Yes, debridement, healing, and stitches." Clark couldn't help but stepped on the gas pedal, drove the car, and said, "I often watch him take off his clothes..." Ye Yi felt that this word order was a bit strange , but he couldn't grasp the strange point.

The Batman in this world finished inputting the encryption program of the sonic channel transmitter, and then got into the car that Clark couldn't reach and drove out. "Cough," he cleared his throat, and Clark and Nightwing subconsciously quieted down. Batman said: "You know the specific mission content, Superman, before the decisive battle begins," Batman paused, and said, "Be careful."

Dick rubbed his throat, and he asked, "Don't we need a prop to cover up our voice?"

Clark replied like this: "We don't need where we are going. If we need it, there is it." Clark raised his hand, he snapped his fingers at Batman, and said, "Let's go." Listening to Clark, Dick became more and more sure own guesses about their previous actions.

The feeling is the same as every transmission. After a short period of dizziness, Dick stepped on the ground and focused his sight again. There was no one around the sonic boom channel teleporter installed on the top floor of the building. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows polished by cleaning robots, it is true that this is the only so-called paradise on earth that is not affected by the flames of war-Manhattan, New York.

"Mr. Kent," Friday's voice rang through Clark's bluetooth headset, he said, "Welcome to Mr. Stark's exclusive rest area on the top floor of the Stark Tower after 26 hours and 42 minutes without sleep. Rested, sir is expected to wake up in about two hours."

At the same time, Friday's voice also sounded in the teleportation room: "Welcome to land, Mr. Grayson, the anti-Superman sound suppression system in Stark Tower is working normally, you don't have to worry that Kal-El will hear you, please put Relax, I am Mr. Tony Stark's artificial intelligence Friday in the parallel world, and I am very happy to serve you."

Clark just took a step, and Dick quickly grabbed Clark's wrist. He guessed what the two Batmen and Iron Man did before, but he guessed it, but Dick was a little confused about how to do it. Unbelievable, he was a little excited, and kept asking: "How did you do it, how did you replace your Iron Man? Where is the Iron Man in this world?"

And Clarke continued to report on Friday through the earphones worn in his ears: "The Genome of the Extremis Virus Symbiont Anti-Kryptonite Superman Armor has been completely cracked, the inventory backup Anti-Kryptonite Superman Armor 2.0 has been upgraded, and the next step of the plan can be carried out. "

Dick looked at the superman who had lost his superpower for a while, and his eyes were a little out of focus. He knew that Clark was listening to the work report of the artificial intelligence in the earphones. Dick fell silent. Probably plan, Tony is sleeping, let him tell you when he wakes up."

……

Tony woke up from a deep sleep. When he was not fully awake, he still thought that this was the top lounge of Stark Tower that belonged to him. When he fully woke up, he opened the curtains of the bedroom on Friday , New York's late spring sunshine pierced through the glass, and Tony woke up completely when he saw the bedroom with a completely different decoration style from his lounge.

Tony tugged at the cuffs of the brand new cotton pajamas—Tony didn't touch the expensive silk pajamas of the original owner of this bedroom, and only wore cheap ones that were originally used for entertaining overnight guests. The pajamas still smelled of cheap fabrics and chemical fibers.

This is the most luxuriously decorated bedroom in the Big Apple of New York, or in this world. It's just this extravagant, expensive, and decadent decoration that makes Tony, who enjoys work and innovation, very clearly aware that he and the world's steel Xia is two completely different individuals.

After replacing the character of Iron Man in this world, the Flash immediately escorted the Iron Man of this world back to their world, and sent the Iron Man of this world to the special cell for the symbiote suit that Tony prepared for this Iron Man Here, the high-frequency sound waves in that cell can ensure that the Iron Man's symbiote suit is completely incapacitated.

Batman left with Bruce, who was his friend, and left him in this luxurious laboratory with complete tools, complete materials, and advanced technology for at least 15 years. In the luxurious lounge inlaid with obsidian, although the plan was proposed by Batman and everyone agreed with Tony's perfection, but——

When a model wearing only a bikini pushes a silver dining cart and brings dinner to him, the artificial blue eyes look at him with that seductive look, and the slender hands are vertically along his chest slide down.Tony looked at the man-made beauty with blond hair and blue eyes, big eyes and thin lips who was so close to her. She didn't wear makeup on her face but couldn't see her pores. She called his name coquettishly and coquettishly——

"Tony!"—Just like Christians calling their gods, Tony only felt a chill from the soles of his feet rushing straight to his forehead.But he just showed a little impatience, and the model knelt down on the ground in fear, apologizing repeatedly.

Tony, who had obtained the full authority of the original Iron Man, knew very well that the reason why he is so revered and feared so much is because he can delete the Extremis virus uniquely coded by any resident of the Manhattan District just by touching his upper lip to his lower lip. In an instant, a beauty can become an old woman, and a living person can become a dead person.

The original Tony Stark was the sole ruler of Manhattan, New York, and the most honorable king who controlled the life and death of every resident in this luxurious city. He was a dictator of the same origin as Karl-El. .

Tony sat up slowly, and Friday, which was still in silence, was as quiet as a chicken. Tony sniffed, and a smell of meat and spices penetrated into the room through the gap in the bedroom door. Tony clearly discerned , this is Clark's best pan-fried crispy meat, with rosemary and herbs.

The former king here only has the supreme power of life and death. Happy, who cared about him, blocked the bullet for him and died. Pepper, who loved him, joined the rebel army and was judged by Iron Man here. He has everything. Then there is nothing left.

Tony sneered, stuffed his feet into his slippers, and walked outside with his hands in his hands. Tony opened the bedroom door while thinking, the Extremis virus combined with the vibrating symbiote armor is an excellent design, but he didn't figure it out. He would never inject himself into his body before how did Iron Man become like this.

"Oh," Clark yelled. He was wearing an apron and holding a white porcelain plate in his hand. A small piece of fried meat and brightly colored vegetables were beautifully placed on the plate. Clark looked at the dark circles around his eyes. Tony, said: "Why do you look so indulgent/excessive?"

Dick, slicing the radish, listened to Clarke's choice of words, a joke only a very close friend would make.

"Thank you. I've been abstinent for three months. Do you have a conscience, Clark?" Tony bowed slowly and walked to the dining table. Clark opened the dining chair thoughtfully, and Tony sat on it: "Your family, why can't you control your heartless nonsense."

"I'm here to see you, I'm afraid you will be alone," Tony gave him a blank look, and Clark replied, "He's sleeping at the rebel base."

Although Clark was joking, there was concern in his eyes. Clark knew what kind of person Tony was—he was a pure and warm person, and he was definitely not the leader of the Manhattan District of this world.

Seeing Clark's eyes, Tony relaxed a bit, and said, "Then what are you doing here?" Tony glanced at the young Dick in the kitchen, and asked casually, "Are you hugging me in the base?" Doesn't he sleep well, coming to my place is an eyesore."

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, if Dick hadn't been trained for a long time to react quickly, the kitchen knife in Dick's hand could cut off one of his own fingers.

"You...I...ah...no, that's it!" Dick finally came to his senses and asked, "So, can someone explain to me, what exactly did you do?"

"What are you surprised about?" Tony asked with some surprise.

"Is the 'hugging to sleep' I understand what I should understand?" Dick asked hesitantly.

"Is there any other meaning?" Tony raised his eyebrows, he looked at the young Dick's expression, and said unceremoniously: "Are you blind, little Dick, can't see the relationship between them?"

Dick had only one thought - it made sense!Those micro-expressions can only be explained!

However, Dick put down the knife cautiously. He felt that he was not suitable for cutting vegetables, because if he continued to cut, he might lose his fingers.