[Comprehensive British and American] Enthusiastic villains save the earth

Garhold was so asked that he lost the ability to refute.He's the Garhold of an alternate universe, but he can also empathize with the loss of a loved one for Clark.At this moment, he couldn't say any decent comfort.

Garhold opened his mouth, but said nothing.Clark, who was suspended in the sky, looked at Garhold's blank expression, and the hardest part of his heart softened. He scanned Garhold's body with X-rays, and saw Garhold's body without accident. Something on Hodder's chest.

"Undress," Clark said.

"What?" Garhold was a little dazed, Clark fell from the sky, grabbed Garhold's hand with a force that humans couldn't resist, and with the other hand lifted Garhold's tightly covered coat.

The core of the Sentient glowed in the very center of Garhold's chest, beating like a heart, glowing an indigo blue.Clark's eyes narrowed, and he said in a bad tone: "What did they make of you? A human bomb? Do you think I will soften my heart?"

Garhold had a very bad impression of Clark, who was so strange in character. He struggled to withdraw his hand, "I depend on him for my survival. This is my heart now."

Clark stared at his chest without speaking, and Garhold was a little annoyed. He didn't expect that the grown-up Clark in the parallel world was completely different from the one he knew.

"Where have you been? Where have you been in the past ten years?" Clark looked at the immature brother in front of him, he seemed younger than he remembered.

"I...I'm dead." Garhold stared into Clark's eyes, his eyes were full of sadness and pain, he couldn't lie to his brother, Clark's eyes became critical, "...they used Your genes revived you? Send you here so kindly?"

"Bruce said he was sorry for you," Garhold said defensively.

"If he is really sorry for me, he should stand up now and accept the control of the new government, instead of hiding and commanding the rebel army to fight the war." Clark snorted coldly, "My punishment for him is too merciful."

"……punish?"

"I broke his spine, I hope he can live his life normally." Clark's voice sounded a little gritted, "He came back again and again to destroy."

"...you guys are friends, Clark, do you know what you're doing?"

"Because we're fucking! Goddamn friend! I didn't kill him! What did he do, what did he tell you? He let that madman, the clown, nuke the entire Metropolis, there will be no life in Metropolis within 20 years!" Clark grabbed Garhold by the collar and roared at him.

"Mom died by my hands! The clown made me inhale the poisonous gas, and I regarded everyone as an enemy! I killed my mother! My friends! They are all dead!" Clarke's voice was full of pain and anger.

The words Garhold just wanted to say fell back on his lips, he couldn't comfort this man who had lost everything, he really couldn't empathize.

"Okay, you called my name, you didn't just come to greet me." Clark looked at him, "What is the purpose of them resurrecting you, tell me, Gal."

"Before I can love you, tell me."

Garhold looked at Clark, somehow he read the emotion of request from Clark's eyes, but he didn't tell the whole thing about Bruce, he felt that he might need to see it for himself before making a final decision.

"Their purpose is just to let me awaken your conscience. They think that maybe you can think of a good side after seeing me." Garhold said.Clark sneered, "The good side, what is the good side they want."

After speaking, Clark grabbed Garhold and flew up with the boy in his arms.For the first time, Garhold felt that the adult Clark was so tall and strong.

Clark's flying speed is very fast, but he can naturally mobilize the biological position on his body to protect the person in his arms from being injured due to high-speed movement.They flew over the city Garhold had seen earlier, and Clark took him to the terrace of the tallest building.

Clark put him on the patio and motioned him to look down. "Do you know where this is?"

Garhold looked at this clean street, people were walking in neat and decent clothes, everyone respected each other, and everyone behaved very amiable.

"This is Gotham." Clark looked at the pedestrians coming and going below. "I took over Gotham and rectified it. Now it is a city of civilization and the rule of law."

Garhold watched the passers-by pass by a group of troops in black combat uniforms with a smile on their faces. He recalled that he had felt this emotion.

It was the same with the people when he was aboard the Zaliman 10-0 spaceship as a child, singing the praises of the masters of power, but with fear in their eyes.

Garhold clenched his hands. "Are they really happy, Clark."

"Why not be happy, all children will go to school, no children will go hungry, and no children will be orphaned. Everyone has a job, is fed and clothed, what more could they want."

"Those troops are your troops?"

"Well, they were selected by me to protect the people in the city from criminals." Clark nodded, with some expectations hidden in his heart, and his childhood vision of his brother made him long for his brother's admiration.

"..." Garhold was silent for a long time, and finally he sighed, "Clark... what should I do with you..."

"You are the same as them, do you think I did something wrong?" Clark looked at Garhold's hesitant expression, and his heart, which was already as hard as his steel body, was hurt again.

"...Mom wouldn't want to see something like this." Galhold looked at Clark, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Clark pinched his neck and pressed him against the wall, and the back of his head hit the concrete brick heavily. Clark's eyes turned red again, and he said angrily, "What do you know? You put us After leaving you behind for ten years, your mother is looking for you every day, and she cries almost every night! What position do you stand to mention her! "

"Now you're just a goddamn clone! A replacement with only memories! Tell me why you mentioned Mom!"

Garhold never imagined that the most understanding child in the family would become the angry tyrant he is now.But his words were too hurtful, Garhold felt a piercing heartache, he frowned, and looked at Clark with the same red eyes.

Just when Clark was about to continue to say something.A person fell far from the sky.

"Superman, there is a large-scale gathering in the southern seaport warehouse..." The man who was made of machinery with only half of his face exposed fell beside Superman, and he also saw Garhold who was slapped on the wall. "Did I come at the wrong time..."

Clark put Garhold down, and he turned to look at the cyborg, "Go on, Cyborg, it's fine."

"There are rumors that the clown gang is gathering over there..." Steel Skeleton reported the information while looking at the person in front of him. This boy who looked a bit fierce had red eyes, and his clothes were gathered up to his chest by Clark, revealing his chest. Something weirdly shaped like a heart. "I can mobilize people nearby to deal with..."

The moment Clark heard the word clown, it was as if some kind of switch had been turned on. He put Garhold down and floated up angrily, "No, I will handle this matter myself," he said, glancing at Garhold. Holding the steel frame, he said, "Take him back to the base, and I'll be back later."

As soon as the words fell, Clark had disappeared into the air, leaving Cyborg and Garhold looking at each other.

"Uh... hello?" Garhold looked at the cyborg in front of him, "My name is Garhold, what should I call you?"

"You can just call me Victor...I know you, Gal." Cyborg looked at him with a strange expression, "You look younger than before you disappeared..."

"I am a clone of Garhold, and Garhold is dead." Garhold introduced to him. It seems that this setting will not arouse too much suspicion from others. On the contrary, it is easier to use the excuse of missing and returning. Full of loopholes. "I'm a clone with the memories of being 18."

"...So it's like this...Then you, you don't remember us anymore?" Steel Bone's voice sounded a bit regretful, "So you gave us lessons, but it was a long time ago."

"...Sorry." Garhold apologized to him, Cyborg waved his hand to signal him to follow, "Come with me, Gar."

He brought Garhold to the base of the Justice League today. The once noisy hall was no longer full of voices, and everyone was cautiously busy with their own affairs.

Garhold followed the steel frame forward, when a boy around Garhold's age stopped them, "Victor, who is he?"

The boy wearing a black blindfold looked at Garhold with a stick in his hand, and the steel bone gave Garhold a reassuring look, "Damian, he is Clark's brother, Garhold."

"So you are also a Kryptonian?" Damian looked him up and down, "No, Clark and I were both adopted." Garhold was also looking at the boy in front of him.

Damian took off the blindfold and looked at Garhold carefully, and Garhold realized that Damian's face looked very much like Bruce Wayne.

"What's the relationship between you and Bruce?" Garhold asked the question in his heart. Damian was stunned for a moment, and then he attacked with the double stick in his hand almost angrily, "I and that It's okay to be a coward!"

"Hey! Be careful!" Steel Bone hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, stopping halfway through the movement.

Garhold deflected Damian's attack in a smooth manner, and with the force of Damian's rush, he grabbed his double stick and pushed him to the ground. "You are not proficient in the use of twin sticks, this is not your main weapon."

"...What do you know?" Damian was a little shocked, but still retorted, "You bastard..."

"Okay, Damian, you go first, Clark wants me to take him back." Seeing that Damian still wanted to touch again, Steel Bone hurriedly stretched out his mechanical prosthesis to stop the two of them, he emphasized After saying Clark's name, Damian glanced at the steel frame, stood up with a cold snort, picked up the stick that fell on the ground, and walked out of the gate.

"Gal, let's go." Cyborg signaled him to go on, and after numerous identification verifications, they finally came to the inner hall of the Justice League.

"Although you may not remember, you built many of the training camps here, and you also provided shadow barracks to assist training." Cyborg looked at Garhold who was looking around, and introduced to him.

Garhold looked at the familiar training ground style, which was indeed something he could create.

Cyborg led him to the big screen in the base, which displayed information from all over the world. "We are all acting for true justice."

"Is this really true justice, Victor." Garhold looked at Cyborg, "I don't understand, I missed too much, Clark is no longer the Clark I know."

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