[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

At night, Clark hugged his big soft pillow and leaned comfortably on his big soft bed. His face was stuck on the edge of the big pillow and he yawned.

Bruce was sitting in front of the computer desk next to the bed, a series of codes flashed quickly on the screen, and with a clear sound of carriage return, Clark opened his eyes wide and looked at the computer, and at the same time Asked: "Go in?"

Hacking into the network of the small town police station was an easy thing for Bruce—after all, this person has learned everything he should learn, and he has learned what he shouldn't learn, although Alfred disagrees with his master choice, but he still became the guide behind the scenes.

"Yeah." Bruce made a nasal sound in response, tapped his fingers on the mouse, and then turned his body sideways so that Clark's eyes could focus on the computer monitor. Bruce's hand moved the mouse, and Clark looked at the computer monitor. The computer file came out, and the small town boy lowered his head from the pillow.

Computers and the Internet are ubiquitous, but in this small town on the outskirts of Kansas, it's clear that the police are still storing files in primitive paper.

The original simple and rough attack method obviously couldn't work. Bruce glanced at the beautiful Clark in his corner of the eye—unblocking Anderson's juvenile file and exposing his criminal record would at least make this bastard notorious.Bruce slid the mouse in his hand, and clicked the cross on the upper right corner of the police station's webpage design style of the last century.

Clark turned around, his feet fell into the slippers on the ground, "I..." Clark just said the subject.

"Did you forget your promise?" Bruce said.

"I just said no nonsense." Clark said, and Clark emphasized again: "No nonsense!"

Bruce turned his head and looked at Clark with a clear and scrutinizing gaze. Clark looked back and said in Chinese characters: "Only state officials are allowed to set fires, and people are not allowed to light lamps!"

"It seems that your Chinese has improved a lot, Clark," Bruce said with a smile in his eyes, "I have never broken into a police station to obtain information, so your statement is not valid."

Bruce knew exactly what Clark was thinking from his impatient posture. Clark wanted to sneak into the police station in the dead of night to obtain Anderson Cavill's file.

"But you carefully planned your plan to break into the Gotham Police Station, and you even had more than one such plan." Clark leaned on the back of the bed.

"Who can prove it? And, even if you can prove it, what will you do to me?" Bruce said.

Not what can he do, but what will he do?

The two-hundred-pound hunk stares at another big, tall guy sitting at the computer desk, yeah yeah, what can he do to his best friend?

At this moment, Bruce's mobile phone vibrated and buzzed. Bruce turned up the mobile phone with the screen facing down and saw the text message on the screen. Bruce frowned slightly.

Clark looked at the subtle changes in Bruce's expression, his eyes lit up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bruce put down his phone and said, "According to the information provided by my informant from the Union of America, the Cavill family has no deposits in the bank." Bruce raised his lips slightly, looked at his friend with amazingly bright eyes, and said, " You understand what that means, don't you?"

In the United States, there are only two kinds of people without deposits, one is the young people without a deposit plan in Moonlight, and the other is people who have liquid funds but only use cash, and the second type of people usually has a collective name——

criminal.

Clark rested his head on his hands and looked towards the wall of his bedroom bed. Bruce knew that Clark was using his super power to look at the mansion of the Cavill family. Finally, Clark gave a "tsk".

Bruce looked back from the computer, and even turned off the computer casually. It was obvious that the investigation of the Cavill family still had to be carried out in the traditional way of offline investigation.Bruce asked, "How? What else but a house with no accidents containing lead?"

"Yes, house construction contains lead, I can't see indoors, outdoor parking lot listens to a McLaren, a Lamborghini," Clark replied, "I heard a moan/groan that was more...indescribable, It's not that kind," Clark thought for a while, and said firmly: "If I have to classify it, I think it's the unconscious sound made after taking/drugs."

The two people nestled in Clark's bedroom looked at each other. Under Alfred's teaching, they had learned everything they should learn, and the two people who had been in contact with what they shouldn't learn looked at each other. Both pairs of blue eyes showed A little excitement, drugs are the most powerful pusher that can make people fall into the abyss.

Bruce stood up, picked up the computer chair with one hand and put it under the computer desk, there was a soft sound of collision between the chair and the ground, Bruce raised his hand, patted Clark on the shoulder, and squeezed Krypton very naturally With shoulders as hard as steel, the star said, "Good night, see you tomorrow morning."

Bruce's natural movements strangely soothed Clark's delicate nervousness, and the Kryptonian's frown relaxed, and he responded, "Good night."

Bruce straightened the cuffs of his cotton pajamas, walked towards the bedroom door, and closed the door of Clark's bedroom behind him.

The two looked calm, but they were not so calm in their hearts. Clark's original idea was just to disgust the perpetrators of school bullying, but he didn't expect that the wealthiest family in this town would have something to do with drugs .Moreover, judging from the rich and extravagant life that this family lives in the small town, it is not a day or two that this family has been doing illegal activities.

The small town is on the border of Kansas. Although the life in the small town is simple and the rate of vicious crime is low, it is not a place outside the law.As for the Cavill family's illegal wealth grabbing, did they hide it so that they were not discovered, or someone was covering them up.

Clark was well aware that the books on criminology that Bruce had read could bury him, and when he thought of them himself, Bruce could only think of more.

Thinking of this, Clark yawned lazily, pulled the air conditioner covering his stomach and pulled it to his neck, his face was tilted on the big soft pillow, and he fell asleep snoring after a while.

When Clark opened his eyes again, he slowly closed the red sun sleep device in his bedroom, rubbed his eyes and lazily walked into the bathroom——

Then came out another handsome boy from a small town.

Clark walked down the stairs, walked through the living room to the kitchen door, and stopped obediently at the kitchen door. Martha was busy. Clark listened to his father's snoring resounding through the cabin. He heard Bruce's slightly rapid heartbeat and panting when he ran in the morning.

Well, Master Bruce, who is strict with himself, has already gone to exercise.

Martha raised her head, and Mrs. Kent looked at her son who was wearing short-sleeved jeans and raised his hand to rub his hair. Martha looked at her energetic son and said, "Thank you for your genes, Clark."

"Huh?" A question mark slowly rose on Clark's forehead.

Martha stuffed the sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap into her son's hand, and said, "Your habit of going to bed early and getting up late, probably grows better than the pigs in our pigsty." After a pause, he said with emotion: "Compared to you, I really don't know how Bruce got his figure!"

"Mommy," Clark leaned over, kissed his mother who was teasing him on the cheek, and said, "If I don't have superpowers, Mommy, you should feed me if I gain weight." Just like his pigpen like a pig.

"Go, go," Martha pushed Clark's chest. Clark took an exaggerated step back. Martha couldn't help laughing. She said, "After breakfast, go feed the pig."

"Okay," Clark said to Martha, listening to the sound of his heartbeat getting closer and closer to the farm hut along the ridge, "Bruce is done running, Mommy," Clark said, "I will go out with B during the day, lunch and dinner Don't eat at home, leave us a door at night."

"Row."

After finishing speaking, Clark walked quickly to the living room. While eating a sandwich, he picked up a folded towel on the coffee table and stood at the door of the cabin.The screen door of the main entrance was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Bruce looked up at Clark, who was mouthful of sandwiches, and at the same time reached for the towel that Clark was holding in his hand.

"How about it?" Clark swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and said, "The air here is much better than Gotham's."

Clark was close—although he could see very clearly from a distance, but Bruce walked into the cabin, his cheeks flushed from strenuous exercise, and he spread the towel to wipe the dripping sweat, and his hair was wet with sweat The bangs that were close to the forehead were wiped into curls, beads of sweat slid down the cheeks and flowed down the neck into the clothes, and the sweat-soaked T-shirt was wet around the neckline.

Bruce took off the towel after wiping off his sweat, and when he looked up, he saw Clark's playful expression. After adjusting his breathing, Bruce asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Clark put down the sandwich brought to his mouth and said, "I now understand why you justly demanded to drop out of Gotham High School to receive home education." Clark joked: "Look at this sexy and handsome look, those Girls in high school are not allowed to turn into wolves and tigers to dedicate themselves to you?"

"Thank you for the compliment," Bruce said, with a helpless tone, and he said, "I am grateful for such dedication."

Clark shrugged his shoulders and watched Bruce go up the stairs. Master Wayne was going to go upstairs to wash his head, take a shower, tidy himself up, and then come down for breakfast.Although Clark always teases Bruce with this point, he also knows that half of the girls who turned into wolves and tigers are interested in Master Bruce's beauty, and the other half are interested in Master Bruce's money——Master Bruce's money, which is especially loose-handed. .

Bruce was consciously disguising early on. He acted as a playboy. He was handsome, rich, and playful. He lingered in the flowers. Embrace, his lips.But in reality, it was a mask of his—

The real him is calm, self-sustaining, wise, and has the ability to see the truth. He hugs the girl who is chasing him in his arms, and talks with people who praise him, but in fact, no one enters his heart.

Clark leaned against the door. In this world, besides his friend who was acquainted by chance when he was young, there is also a dedicated, loyal and wise housekeeper. It is difficult for anyone to leave Bruce's heart, which is particularly strong because of the dark city walls. Get into his heart and gain his pure and sincere trust.

I am very lucky.