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

In addition to being inexplicably urged to marry, the atmosphere of the whole dinner was relaxed and happy.The Waynes didn't alienate Clark because of his other identity, or the white uniform that other people feared.They chatted leisurely during the meal and asked about the current situation, just like every ordinary family.

To Clark's relief, Celia not only didn't mess around, but also kept quiet all the time, eating what was in front of her seriously.He had forgotten before that Xilia was very obedient in front of food.

Since we haven't seen each other for a long time, Mr. Wayne chatted with Clark for a long time after the meal. Most of them were said by Mr. Wayne. Clark nodded occasionally, while Celia was still eating, anyway, her appetite Much bigger than Earthlings.

By the time it was all over, it was late, almost 11:30.

"Let Celia sleep here today." Mrs. Wayne said with a smile, "Wayne Manor has not had such a lovely guest for a long time."

Of course there is no doubt.It's just that they arranged Xilia's rest according to the work and rest time of the people on earth, but Xilia herself was not sleepy or tired.In the past two months, Celia has basically been hanging out with the Avengers, so Bruce and Clark are not so clear about her habits.

Bruce asked Alfred to arrange a room for Celia, and Superman followed.

"Have a good rest tonight." After reaching that room, Superman stood by the door, watching Celia sitting on the bed and bouncing himself around, he said, "Bruce's parents are ordinary earthlings, don't be scared To them, don't walk around, promise me."

"Okay," Celia said.

Clark closed the door.

The Wayne couple had already rested, and he went to the study, and sure enough Bruce was there.The two chatted about related content about the situation around the earth.

Now the bad guys have basically been eradicated, and people in basically all places on the earth can live and work in peace and contentment. However, after enjoying peace for a long time, human requirements gradually increase.Ordinary humans have always been disgusted and protested against the superhuman cities that they are not allowed to enter. They feel that superhumans have taken their original jobs and lived in more advanced cities.And the superhumans also complain that they can't go out of the city casually. They always feel like animals in a cage, because only human beings can travel around the world except the superhuman city at will, and their The requirements are much stricter.

World peace is easy to achieve, but people's desires are always difficult to satisfy.There are too many individual differences between people, and everyone has what they want and what they can't get, which is much more difficult than dividing human beings from superhumans.

Despite this, no one on Earth has started a protest, they remember the events of 15 years ago, and they are afraid to be the first bird because of the fear of superhuman strength.And the new generation who grew up after the great peace on earth has not yet grown up.

"It's hard to be an emperor." Bruce smiled wryly, "These cities that isolate humans and superhumans are walls, and both sides want to go to the other's world."

Superman mused.

"Have you calculated what class and age group these disaffected people are?"

"After statistics, the highest peak is people in their 40s. In terms of class... the middle class among humans and super humans complains the most, and the high-level and rich groups of the two parties are the most satisfied."

"Isn't it the same in the past?" Clark said in a deep voice, "It's just that they could blame the president before, but now with us, they can complain in a fair manner."

"What do you want to do?" Bruce asked.

"Among young people under the age of 22, what is the response?"

"They're as stable as the upper echelons in terms of web browsing, mobile phone and spending records," Bruce said.

"That's enough," said Superman.

"What? But these 40-year-olds..." Bruce was halfway through, before he understood what Clark meant.

"We don't need to make any changes for their complaints." Superman said coldly, "It is enough to strengthen the curriculum management from elementary school to university, so that these new generation children can adapt to the current living conditions. As long as they feel that their current Life is good enough, so what are the complaints of the previous generation? We have tried our best to be fair, and if this cannot adapt to the new era, those people should be eliminated naturally."

"This is a good way." Bruce said, "If you want to change the children, the first point is not to let them be as afraid of you as their parents, but to make them respect you."

"No need." Superman looked at Bruce, "What I need is to make them forget my weight, and instead aim to recognize and agree to a new world divided by various superhero organizations."

"We've always done that." Bruce shrugged.

He thought of something, and said, "By the way, I found a small organization of about ten people in the jurisdiction of our Justice League. No violations were found in the comparative analysis of big data, but there is only one... …these people adore Steve Rogers so much. He served in WWII as a captain, so these people call him Captain America… What do you want to do? Tell the Avengers and Bucky? "

"Don't use it for now." Superman said, "The entire world's economy, political power and network are in our hands, just continue to follow up and observe. If they have excessive behavior, the mechanical police will automatically identify them. If they don't...then there is no Never mind."

"Well, I'll just ask you casually." The two of them concluded their official business, and Bruce smiled, and he immediately looked like a simple rich second generation without any scheming.He patted Clark on the shoulder, "Don't go back tonight, your little alien girl is so skinny, I don't think you can let it go."

"Pay attention to your words." Superman said coldly, "She is not mine, she is just of the same race as me."

"It's not yours, so don't worry about it so much." Bruce said lazily, "I'm so worried about her destroying the peace of the earth, can't I just send it away in a spaceship?"

Clark fell silent.Bruce laughed.

"Okay, I won't make fun of you." He said, "Come on, go get me a drink. We haven't had a drink for a long time."

"Wine?" Clark was a little puzzled.

"You will definitely like it." Bruce said, "According to the records in your fortress about the diet of Kryptonians, I specially improved the taste of the wine. Believe me, even if you don't like drinking, you will love the taste."

The two talked and walked towards the first floor. The wine cellar of Wayne Manor should be on the second basement floor, but when he reached the lobby on the first floor, Clark smelled a scent of wine—it was similar to the wine he had drunk on Earth before. All wine tastes different!This taste is sweeter and richer... It reminds Clark of the scene of the sunset sun shining on the wheat on the farm, and there are some strange but familiar feelings.

"When I was idle and bored, I have been making wine according to your Kryptonian recipe, but too many raw materials are missing, all of which are from aliens, and there is no such thing on Earth." Bruce said enthusiastically, "As a result, eight layers I found all the raw materials in Thanos’ spaceship. That guy must be very fond of drinking, and his requirements are very high, so he insisted on making his own wine and storing it.”

The two walked towards the ground, the smell of wine became more obvious, and it hit their faces.This time, even Bruce frowned.

"Someone has been here," he said.

When Bruce was vigilant and moved forward quickly, Superman's pace slowed down a beat.

His intuition told him that he had a bad feeling.

--really!When he came to the second basement floor, Clark saw Bruce standing blankly at the door of the wine cellar. Clark squeezed past him. When he saw the scene in front of him, he took a deep, deep breath.

He saw a familiar figure: Xilia was in the wine cellar, several jars had been opened, and they were so undead, Xilia had precise and savage tastes, and all the bottles were opened with alien wine.A few jars of open wine made the whole wine cellar smell strong. It may be that the aliens have rougher skin and thicker flesh than humans on Earth, and the materials used to make wine are stronger. The smell of the wine is a bit intoxicating, not to mention... how does Superman feel? Is there an empty jar? !

Celia looked drunk, her eyes squinting slightly.People get red eyes when they get drunk, but her eyes turned into a topaz-like crystal clear color. This pupil color is rare, and it makes her look even more abnormal.

Xilia squinted her yellow pupils, smelled of alcohol all over her body, tossed and rolled on the ground, rubbing back and forth, with a vague laugh on her lips.

"Thanos... big villain...!" She was lying on the ground, as if she couldn't get up, she just used her hands to dig out the remaining wine in the jar, she muttered, "So--such delicious wine, never Don't even give me a drink!... Bad guy. Hate you... 10 minutes..."

When Celia began to lick the drink on her hands, both Bruce and Clark turned their backs.

"What should I do?" Bruce murmured, "My dad scolded me to death when he saw it."

"You are 30 years old, still afraid of your father scolding you?" Clark said.

"Stop teasing me!" Bruce covered his forehead, "What about the one behind us?"

They whispered a few words, and didn't stare for a few seconds, when they heard a crisp sound from behind, they turned their heads - and saw Xilia leaning on the wine rack, and even raised the wine jar to drink!

"Celia!" Bruce gasped.Superman moved faster, he quickly put all the unsealed wine aside, the weight in his hand made him secretly startled, except for the ones spilled on the ground, Xilia drank at least two jars, two jars!Putting it on humans will cause alcohol poisoning.

He picked up Celia, feeling that she had been marinated by the smell of alcohol.

"What?" Superman looked at Bruce.

"How do I know what to do?!" Bruce also broke down a bit, "You are in charge of her! I don't care! I-I went back to sleep."

"Bru..."

Before Clark finished speaking, Bruce had already fled the scene as fast as he could.

Superman sighed deeply, he picked up Celia, and looked at her hopelessly.Celia is drunk and dishonest, kicking around.Clark's head began to hurt, and he resignedly took her back to her assigned bedroom.

Putting her on the bed, Clark fell into a daze.Her clothes are wet, but the aliens should be in good health, just let them dry naturally, right?

Thinking of this, he stood up and looked at Helia, who was still tossing and rolling slowly on the bed. He wanted to leave like this, but he was afraid that she would be out of her mind. What if the whole Wayne Manor was demolished after drinking?

Looking at the quilt at the head of the bed, Clark thought about it.He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt over Celia's body, intending to roll her up.

Celia closed her eyes, her mouth opened and closed for a while, looking extremely drunk, and Clark frowned.

"Tell you not to act without authorization, why did you sneak out?"

He thought Xilia was unconscious, but in the end, she replied vaguely and weakly, "I... I didn't get out of the spaceship... Huh..."

It looked like her mind was a bit confused.

Well, what Superman meant before was not to let her out of the house, what she understood was not to leave the manor.

Clark couldn't argue with drunk people, so he started to work in silence. It happened that Celia was very thin, so he planned to roll the quilt a few more times.During this period, Celia was talking nonsense in a daze.

"...Good...delicious. And..."

Superman sighed.He really didn't understand that Xilia was as greedy as he was in other aspects, so how could she be so greedy only for appetite?

"No," Clark said.

Celia, who closed her eyes, frowned.

"... Mission reward, I want wine..." she said, "Father..."

"No." Superman's tone was a little helpless.

Is this treating him as a tyrant?

The quilt was rolled up to the third turn, and it was still loose. Clark held the corner of the quilt, intending to tie a knot with a little force.Unexpectedly, as soon as Silia's shoulders were tightened for a second, the originally delirious Celia suddenly opened her bright yellow eyes, and Clark was also taken aback.Then, Celia broke free from the shackles.After regaining her freedom, Xilia became groggy again.

"Foul..." she yelled, "It's already, the competition is over, don't come to me..."

Clark didn't understand at all this time.He is not very good at comforting people, so he can only repeat in a low voice, "Be obedient, don't make trouble, you are drunk, be obedient!"

He reached out to grab Xilia's waving hand. Unexpectedly, at the same time as he grabbed her left hand, he suddenly felt that his body could not move.Superman's eyes widened, and he saw Celia half-closed her eyes, one hand was held up by him, and the other hand was opened and aimed at his chest.

At this moment, Clark suddenly remembered that Celia was not only a mage, but also a person who grew up under the law of darkness.