[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark bent over and patiently fertilized the vegetables in his field. The warm sun was shining on his body. Clark was thinking about the next plan. Batman was chasing down Falconi's clues, but he hadn't encountered anything yet. Big trouble.

Just three days after he sneaked back to Smallville from New York, his mailbox almost exploded. The professional financial broker he just hired is obviously a very responsible professional, and the young and energetic girl doesn't know How can I be persuaded by the board of directors, and I will call and send emails after a while to ask the company's listing issue rather tactfully.

"Clark, it's time to go home for dinner!" Martha added in the kitchen at home. Although Clark was in the field, he heard his mother's call clearly, and he walked home slowly with a watering can for fertilization on his back.

The plan drafted by Luthor himself was also sent to his mailbox. There were only twelve days left before he joined the FBI Forensic Department in the metropolis.

He also saves cats, dogs, other small animals and sometimes people from time to time.

Clark put the fertilizer watering can by the door, and as soon as he stepped into the house, he heard Jonathan's voice in the living room, remembering that the old father held Clark's mobile phone in his hand and said, "Let's go, Clark," Clark lowered his head , Jonathan said: "Do you know that your mobile phone almost blew up this morning, and there were text messages, phone rings, and email reminders. It didn't stop for a moment, let's go, anyway, your farm work is done."

Clark looked pitifully at his father, who was about to throw away after finishing his home. Jonathan walked over, touched his tall son's head, and said, "Hurry up and create new value in the company, don't act here."

Superman, who flies around the entire city of the Metropolis from time to time, has no rest because of his super hearing. Doesn't Clark Kent deserve a vacation now?

Clark lowered his head listlessly, and rubbed against his mother. Martha looked at her wronged son with a sullen face. Martha rubbed her son's curly hair and said, "My son at home The farm work is done, and you are busy with Gotham affairs, so you stay at home and learn from your father every day..."

"Hey, Martha!" exclaimed old Kent, who was listening.

Martha didn't even say a word: "I learn from your dad every day watching TV on the sofa, and the reading glasses are fifty degrees too high." Clark took Martha's arm, and Martha said softly: "Mommy knows Your ideals, your plans, Mom and Dad are in good health now, haven’t you read our medical checklist, don’t worry about what’s there, Clark.”

"Let's go to Metropolis." Clark lowered his head and held Martha's hand. Martha said, "Come back when you're homesick. Flying back is just a blink of an eye."

Clark didn't stay at home because of laziness. The Kents were getting old, and he wanted to be with this couple who treated him well without asking for anything in return.And, most importantly, Clark has a hunch that if everything goes right, no matter whether it is the new technology biological company, his own job or part-time job, he will not be given much time left to stay at home like this in the future.

Martha leaned on the arm of her caring son and whispered, "Mommy will convince your stubborn old daddy to live in your apartment in the Metropolis from time to time."

Clark tilted his head, leaned slightly and kissed his mommy's face, and made a contrived "hum", then stomped upstairs and went to pack his luggage.

So, in the afternoon, Clark carried his suitcase, took the Uber ride-hailing car that came to Kent Farm with a fare increase, arrived at the airport, and went back to the metropolis after several rounds—although Clark could fly back to the metropolis by himself, but he always They all think that in order to avoid the attention of some interested people and unnecessary troubles, it is best for him to leave traces in the aviation system.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Clark's flight landed at Metropolitan Airport.

Clark held the push rod of the caster suitcase with one hand, and walked along the VIP aisle to the airport pick-up exit. As soon as he turned on his phone, a text message popped up on the lit screen. The text message was his personal assistant and professional economics. From Attorney Emily Adams:

Mr. Kent, I'll be waiting for you at the exit.

Clark turned off the phone screen, the phone slid into his suit trouser pocket, and the glass door of the exit slowly opened. The young woman in white business attire was wearing a pair of ten-centimeter high heels, holding a tablet with a black protective case in her arms. The computer is waiting behind the billboard at the pick-up exit.

Standing beside Emily was a bodyguard in a black suit. Emily saw Clark coming out of the passage, and greeted him, saying hello, "Good evening, Mr. Kent."

"Clark, call me Clark, Emily." The suitcase in Clark's hand was picked up by the bodyguard. Clark was slightly distracted. At this time, two people on his watch list were talking about "Rachel" Clark said, "I told you to call me that last time. You work for me. It stands to reason that we will be very close partners in terms of work in the future, Emily."

"Clark," Emily responded, and the professional woman holding the tablet smiled brightly, and she said, "Of course, Clark."

"However, honey," Clark joked, "you can just pick me up at the airport, there's really no need to come with a work itinerary."

"Clark, at the beginning I was very grateful for the trust you gave me, the so-called large degree of work entrustment," Emily said while holding the tablet, her face with delicate makeup was full of helplessness, "But I didn't I think you have reached this level. Now I have 120 four documents that must be signed by you."

Clark nodded, and Miss Adams, who was in full swing, felt a little menacing.

The two walked towards the parking lot, and the bodyguard followed behind them quietly. Emily continued, "Mr. Luthor sent you about the new gene..."

"Trauma gene level repair instrument." Clark said.

Emily looked at him sideways and said, "It seems that you have seen it, so when do you plan to meet with Mr. Luthor?"

Clark opened the door, and the bodyguard put his luggage in the trunk. He sat in the back seat and said, "I saw the company listing plan you drafted, and you did a good job Emily," Clark said from Rui Wen took the tablet in his hand, and slid on the screen between his fingers, he said: "As for the major trauma gene repair instrument, I plan to discuss with Mr. Luthor in an informal setting later, before making a decision on whether to cooperate commercially or not." .”

"What informal occasions do you mean?" Emily asked.

Clark read the densely packed itinerary on the tablet, and replied: "The banquet hosted by Tony Stark, to be honest, I look forward to working with Tony more than Luthor."

Clark looked at Emily. It seemed that Emily wanted to ask something. He said, "Yes, I know Stark, what do you think, but from a business point of view, who is better to cooperate with?"

"It's all up to you," Emily said tactfully, "Who do you think it's better to work with." Clark smiled and didn't respond.

If you cooperate with Luthor, it will be a good opportunity to contact the hidden forces of the metropolis on the surface; if you cooperate with Tony, it will be the first business cooperation between simple and very happy friends.

"Boss," the bodyguard held the steering wheel and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go home," Clark said, locking the screen on the tablet and saying, "I know what to do, Emily, pick me up early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Clark." Emily replied.Emily took the tablet from Clark, and the thoughtful and tactful female assistant did not ask too much. Clark focused on the young woman from the corner of her eye. Emily's working ability is obvious to all, but Clark His intuition told him that this girl worked hard to get into his company, not just as a financial leader who could be trusted by the boss.

Emily seems to be particularly concerned about the company's genetic projects.

Of course, this is not a particularly strange thing. After the release of his genetic engineering technology, this project has indeed attracted the attention of many people. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Tech giants like Tony, and even anti-human organizations like the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Clark leaned back on the back seat with a tired look on his face, and Emily thoughtfully said nothing.

Most of Clark's attention at this time with his eyes closed was focused on the private club under the name of Falconi in Gotham. Falconi was gathering with a man. The two were sitting in a private club In the private room of the club, with his eyes closed, Clark recognized the voice of the man he had heard in the Arkham Sanitarium.

The psychiatrist who was mixed with the criminal was talking at this moment: "Don't look for me again," Dr. Klein said to the boss who was smoking a cigar, "Someone has become suspicious."

"It is agreed that I will take care of you, and you will take care of me," Falconi said impatiently, "Doctor, I will bring the goods in."

Clark listened to Klein and said, "We paid you to do this."

Falconi responded: "Maybe a favor is more to my liking than money."

Dr. Klein snorted, and said coldly: "I know very well that you are not afraid of me, Mr. Falconi, but you know who the person above me is. When he comes..."

"He," Falconi interrupted Klein, with a trace of panic in his voice, he asked, "He's coming to Gotham?"

"Yes, he's coming," Dr. Klein said. "When he arrives, he won't want to hear that you're putting us in danger just to keep your subordinates from going to jail."

Falconi gave an "um" and asked, "Who messed with you?"

"A girl from the District Prosecutor's Office." Klein replied, and Clark frowned inexplicably when he heard this half sentence.

Immediately afterwards, Falconi said, with a tone of natural cruelty, he said: "We have a way to deal with her."

Clark opened his eyes, yawned, and then took out his mobile phone. Clark leaned against the car door naturally. When the mobile phone turned, the screen moved away from the angle that Emily could see. Clark's fingers were on the mobile phone screen. Jumping up, when the text message interface labeled "Bruce Wayne" was displayed on the screen, he stopped his fingers, held the phone with one hand, and pressed down the lock screen of the phone with his thumb.

Just as he had guessed, Falconi still had this big fish hanging behind his back. Judging from Klein's tone, the people behind the scenes had serious plans.

And Clark hesitated for a moment, still not planning to share this information with someone, but to give absolute trust to the person who guarded the city of Gotham with a terrifying image.Even Clark had to admit, the emotion he was pushing inside was called worry.

Look what kind of vacation he spends, go home and do farm work, there is a murder case, things in the metropolis are cumbersome and complicated, the man in Gotham is still holding his heart, and now there is an extra Rui who is in danger Autumn Dawes.

Clark was standing by the sink in the bathroom of his penthouse apartment, his body was wet, and he was drying his face with a towel after washing his face. His attention had been focused on Falconi. After Dr. Klein left, a The police entered the private room of his private club, and Bruce followed the man into the club.

Clark wiped his face, followed Bruce's heartbeat, and saw Bruce wearing a gray short-sleeved camouflage in the corner of the club. Clark couldn't help but smile.

Even without him, wouldn't this person have tracked down this clue?

Clark walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the study. He planned to correct the company's documents before going to bed-this work would not take much time at super speed.

When Clark was reviewing the documents, his super hearing did not relax at all. The super hearing covered the entire city. His super brain was processing the sounds related to distress calls. At the same time, he was also listening to the voices in the Falconi club.

Many things happened that night. Batman captured Falconi and his men at the scene of transporting drugs and handed them over to Police Officer Gordon. Batman also rescued Rachel from Falconi's men. Dawes, warns Rachel that someone wants her life.

With the joint efforts of the police and the prosecution, the case of Falconi transporting drugs is about to be prosecuted.

Bruce, who was on the night watch, had a peaceful heartbeat - he didn't encounter many bad things, and Clark, who had been concerned about the progress of the case, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It's just that what Clark didn't expect was that before Batman was really known to the whole city, he completely became a symbol of terror in the city of Gotham to deter crime.Superman, because of an accident, was exposed to the whole world.