When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

The blue planet exudes a beautiful blue light.

Clark Kent was floating in space, he stared at the earth, his eyes reflected a layer of planetary ice blue light.

Through the clouds and the sky, and across great distances, Superman surveyed the earth with his terrifying super vision and hearing, ensuring that no terrorist attack or major crime occurred anywhere on the earth.

He wants to ensure that the earth will always remain peaceful and stable, and prevent any crimes.

Superman quickly filtered Europe and America. As the living areas of superheroes and super humans, the countries in Europe and America are the most peaceful and safe places in the world.Soon, Clark heard not-so-friendly voices from the Middle East—in a dilapidated rental house, several middle-aged men were whispering, seemingly planning an attack.

Their house was full of guns, and some others were loading ammunition, some were patrolling, and some were disguised as ordinary residents, patrolling vigilantly in a piece of yellow sand.At this moment, one of the guards' eyes blurred - the dazzling sky and the yellow earth disappeared before his eyes, and he was shrouded in shadows.

The man raised his head slowly, and he saw a tall and strong young man looking down at him.Superman's expression was indifferent, but his blue eyes were not angry.The man's brain has not yet realized who this guy is, until his eyes slowly look down, and he sees the capital 'S' on Superman's body with white letters on a red background...

It was almost a subconscious reaction, the man yelled, and the charge/gun/gun in his hand swept towards Superman.

Superman stood there silently, the bullets that hit him were all bounced off.Clark reached out and grabbed the gun barrel in the man's hand. With a little force on his fingers, the gun barrel was deformed and twisted.

Behind him, countless other people who heard the man's yell ran over with guns to support him, while the man watched helplessly as the gun in his hand turned into a pile of scrap metal... He screamed, turned and fled towards his teammates.

"Superman! Superman is coming!!!"

Those who came to support were aggressive at first, but when they all saw the white figure among the yellow sand clearly, the scene suddenly became chaotic.Some started firing wildly, others simply dropped their weapons and ran.

Superman looked calm, his figure passed through the crowd in an instant, and the terrorists fell down one after another.He raised his head, looked at the house in front of him, and took off, with his white cloak fluttering behind him.

The man guarding the door had lost the ability to resist. He was holding a gun, but his whole body was trembling.Superman landed slowly on the balcony, passing the man without looking away.He walked towards the house, and the other people in the house also sat there, obviously with weapons at hand, but no one resisted.

Superman glanced at the many weapons in the room.

"Hiding weapons privately is against the law." He opened his lips slightly, and glanced at these people lightly, "Don't you know?"

With a muffled sound, a man rolled his eyes in fright and passed out.

Clark knocked out every single weapon with direct heat vision, and saw his eyes glow red as the pile of firearms evaporated, knocking out another of the young villains.

Although the construction in the Middle East is not as good as that in Europe and the United States, the security construction is funded by the United States. Soon the sound of sirens came from outside, and several police cars surrounded the place.

There was a sound of crackling footsteps, and a middle-eastern policeman broke into the upstairs with a gun.

"Don't move, policeman!"

The policeman with a mustache yelled before he could see clearly what the room looked like: several dirty guys who didn't look good at first glance were sitting together, and two of them had fainted from fright.On the other side, a tall young man in white and black tights stood there. The house was low and simple, and the roof was only a few centimeters higher than his head.His white cloak was spotless, just as clean as his blue eyes condensed like ice, and it was out of place here, like a god descended from the earth.

The mustache cop stared blankly at the 'S' on Superman's chest—his knees gave way and he had to lean his back against the wall to keep his balance.

"Superman superman?!" he muttered stutteringly.

Other policemen also ran up with guns. When they saw Clark, the policemen who were climbing the stairs slipped and fell into a ball, and there was a crackling sound.

Superman looked at the mustache policeman with calm eyes, and the mustache immediately went limp and sat on the ground.

"Is this the jurisdiction you are in charge of?" Superman said in a low voice, "Why do you allow people who plan to commit crimes to have a house to stay? How do you review dangerous people?"

It was a hilarious scene, with cops and criminals alike shuddering.

"I, I'm just an ordinary human being, and I'm just a little policeman." Mustache tried to straighten his tongue, he took out the communicator from the police uniform with shaking hands, and looked at Superman tentatively, "I can, I can be in charge of this area. The Minister of Security called, he is also a superhuman, can I do this?"

Superman can feel countless beating hearts, whether it is the criminals here or the police hiding outside, they are all in a very tense state.

"Let him handle these things," Clark said. "If he doesn't have the talent to handle things, the Justice League will send someone over."

In fact, his words were to appease these poor humans, but unfortunately, Superman's voice was extremely cold in their ears, and Clark heard their heartbeats became more intense.

Clark walked out of the room slowly, he came to the balcony, raised his head, and looked at the white sky - a violent air current spread to all directions, and the figure of Superman disappeared into the sky.

When he returned to the Fortress of Solitude in the North Pole, Bruce Wayne was on his feet, throwing a small round robot the size of a child's fist into the air and catching it again, and the little thing made a rattling sound.Hearing that Clark was back, Bruce finally stopped his movements. He looked back at Clark and showed a handsome smile.

"End your patrol today?"

Bruce put down the little robot, and the robot quickly moved away from the place of right and wrong.

Superman walked in, and he glanced at Batman.

"When are you leaving?"

"You drive me away." Bruce pretended to be pitiful, and wronged wrongly, "You must hate me."

Bruce was sometimes childish, and Clark ignored him and sat down across from him.The chair on the spaceship, which was too wide for Silia and normal humans, was just right for him.

"I want to go to your 'treasure room' to find some good things again." Bruce said again.

"Get out of here when you're done," Superman said, "You shouldn't have Gotham and the Justice League right away."

Bruce sighed deeply.

"It's been 15 years, how long do you want to isolate yourself? Ordinary earthlings don't matter, we are all your friends, and you should often come to sit at the Justice League base." Bruce said, "My parents are very I miss you and want you to visit Wayne Manor."

"I like it," Clark said. "I'll go next time I get the chance. Well, it's time for you to pick things up before you leave. There's going to be a storm tonight."

Bruce was helpless, Clark got up and helped him open the 'treasure room'.He watched Bruce pick out the things from all over the universe collected by the Kryptonian ancestors, and when Bruce finished the selection, he personally sent Bruce to the gate of the Fortress of Solitude, the meaning of driving away was almost written on his face.

Bruce's black spaceship was moored at the door. He scratched his hair and looked at Clark helplessly.

"You can't go on like this forever," he said. "Are you going to live alone like this until we all die of old age and the earth is destroyed?"

"It's not impossible." Clark said noncommittally.

Bruce frowned slightly, and he stared at Clark.

"For you, do you think of yourself as Clark Kent, or Kal-El? Or... the all-knowing and all-powerful white superman?"

Bruce left, and Clark didn't answer his question.

He returned to his circular space and sat on a chair.On the left hand side are hundreds of surveillance screens monitoring various countries and regions of the earth, and on the other side is the howling arctic wasteland.

Just as Clark had predicted, at nine o'clock in the evening US time, a storm began to blow in the extreme daylight North Pole.

In the Fortress of Solitude, everything is quiet.Superman sits motionless in his chair, a position he can hold for days.

Time is passing, and the streets of several countries on the screen change from day to night and then to day, but time seems to be dispensable for Superman, just like the North Pole outside the glass on his right hand, he always maintains a relatively frozen status.

When his mind gets tired, Clark closes his eyes and listens to the Earth.He heard the mother polar bear with her cubs step slowly across the snow, the two cubs following her along in her tracks.He heard hunters living on the edge of the Arctic come out to hunt in heavy protective clothing and with old-fashioned guns.He heard the busy traffic in Canadian cities, and people talking and laughing.

Superman gradually relaxed, and that's when, a little closer, he heard a weak, whimpering sound in the blizzard.

In a sheltered corner along the Arctic coast, a white adult arctic fox lay down there. Its hair was gradually condensing ice slag, and the heat energy in its body was gradually dissipating.

Between its body and the crevice of the stone, a two-month-old little arctic fox was whimpering, its black nose constantly sniffing at its mother and the stone.Without a shelter, it is difficult for underage cubs to survive.Just then, shadows suddenly fell over them, and Superman bent down and picked up the arctic fox cub—it didn't look much bigger than the palm of his hand, its white tail hanging limply in the air.

It lay in Clark's palm, shivering with hunger, but those round black eyes were still wide open, watching Clark with vigilance.

Clark looked at it, and suddenly thought of someone.

……

When Superman came over the complex base in the suburbs of New York, he had already heard the location of the heartbeat.

It was night in the US area, and he entered the common room on the 16th floor like a shadow.He saw a small, thin, black figure moving about the kitchen, like a small animal hunting for food in the middle of the night.

"Hey."

Superman spoke, and the figure shuddered.The figure turned his head - Clark met a pair of light blue eyes, a little alert, like an animal.He didn't ignore that she was holding a huge two-layer fifteen-inch cake in her hand, and the corners of her mouth were covered with cream.

"Why is it you again?" She complained a little.Then holding the cake and preparing to leave as if nothing had happened, Clark took a step to the right, and the tall him immediately blocked all of Celia's retreats.Celia had to raise her head and look at him, she took a breath, and then said sincerely, "I really didn't attack you on purpose that day, really, I swear."

Celia is different from all the people he has seen, maybe because she is an alien, she is not afraid of him like ordinary humans, and she is not afraid of him like other superheroes. Great power.She didn't seem afraid of anything, her heartbeat and blood pressure were steady when facing him, just like any ordinary person.

This brightened Superman's mood.

"Why did you sneak out to get something to eat?" Clark said.

"They think I eat too much." Xilia wailed, "But I'm not an earthling at all, how can they treat me by the standards of earthlings? There's no way, I have to sneak out to eat at night."

Superman was silent for a moment.

"You really don't know, is the whole base under Jarvis' surveillance?" he said.

——These boring superheroes are just teasing her. How could the heroes not know about her sneaking out to get food at night.

Celia was stunned, and she realized that this might be a huge scam.

Sure enough, Jarvis came over from the other side after the incident was 'revealed'.

"Good evening, Mr. Kent," said Jarvis.He looked at Xilia and smiled, "Good evening, Xilia."

"Cunning human!" Celia yelled.Indignantly, she began to munch on the cake.

Superman looked at Jarvis, he stretched out his hand, and took out the little arctic fox he put in the space bag of alien technology.

"Take care of it," said Superman in a deep voice.

"Of course no problem." Jarvis was an excellent housekeeper, and he didn't ask unnecessary questions at all.

Celia raised her head. In her eyes, there was a little furry thing in Superman's hand for no reason.

"Where did you take it out?" Celia swallowed the cake, "From your crotch?"

Jarvis: ...

Superman: ...

Under Superman's huge oppressive gaze, Celia took a glance under the pressure.

Um?It doesn't seem to be small.

Superman's gaze became more and more terrifying. Celia was as steady as a dog on the surface, and she put down the cake silently.

"You talk, I'm going to sleep first." She said cautiously, then turned around and was about to run.

"stop."

A low voice came from behind.

Silia turned her head innocently and pitifully.

——Superman is so scary, why on earth can she not help teasing him every time!If this continues, you will die!