tech killer

When his sanity returned, all he could hear was the piercing alarm that threatened to collapse.

Clark Kent just wanted to curse when he was sober.

After being tricked by magic again, he finally got rid of the control with willpower, but before he opened his eyes, he had an ominous premonition.

--as predicted.

Enduring the piercing alarm, Clark glanced across the messy hall, looking at the white coats piled up together, several bodies lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown, and broken machine fragments.

...He probably didn't do it... His destructive power is much greater than this.

The body still has remnants of being affected by kryptonite, just like a bad cold in ordinary humans.

The sirens stopped abruptly.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Superman finally breathed a sigh of relief.He propped himself up and rubbed his forehead, but the next second he stood up, he saw the girl in a pool of blood.

The little girl, who was still alive and kicking just now, fell to the ground, her neck was still leaning on the chair leg, her head was tilted to the side, and the bruises on her white neck were very conspicuous.Her forehead and face were full of sweat, there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes, her face was pale, her lips were so pale that she was about to lose her vitality, her left hand was twisted at a strange angle, and her right hand seemed to be trying to grab something but failed; Already soaked in blood, even a few drops splashed on her delicate cheeks, and a dazzling scarlet spread from under her body.

The memory just now came back to the furnace in a second.

He froze for a moment, the radio that had woken him up by the continuous broadcast of the alarm just now suddenly heard human voices.

That should be a polite British accent, but at this moment it is tainted with a hint of urgency.

"Sir," said the voice plainly, "Miss Elsa needs help."

Clark looked up, and the eyes of a semi-finished robot not far from him flickered, but it failed to start successfully in the end.

"I am Miss Elsa's smart butler temporarily. Although I have sent a signal to my husband, it is absolutely too late. Sir, I have scanned your body, and the specific situation is unknown."

The voice on the radio paused: "Can I entrust Miss's safety to you temporarily?"

The influence of kryptonite, which is only close, has gradually faded.

Clark Kent felt his strength come back steadily.

Although the memory that came back in an instant told him that he should destroy this criminal den, and even the man just now must have not walked out of this base, but comparing the two, the life of this girl is more important.

He heard the girl's slow and fragile heartbeat that seemed to stop at any moment.

Clark Kent lightly held the girl in his arms, his hands were covered with her blood, and he didn't know how there was so much blood in such a small body.

He only had time to destroy a wave of heat vision, and then left here protecting the seriously injured girl in his arms.

At the same time, the operation screen flickered and turned into darkness.

***

Tony Stark checking Jarvis' systems.

"It's weird," Tony casually replenished his energy with a piece of bread in his mouth, his big eyes fixed on Jarvis's program, "Is there any problem?"

His fingertips slid across the orange data displayed on the three-dimensional display, and he quickly reached out and took a sip from the coffee cup, and swallowed the somewhat rough bread: "Jarvis, there is nothing wrong with the self-test?"

"Sorry sir, except that the data flow rate was too fast that day, no other abnormalities were found. After the end, the situation did not reappear."

Tony hummed, looking at the flashing red dot on the other screen.

"That's really weird..."

The red dot on the electronic map is located in the forest in the southwest suburb of Sville.

Just now, Tony Stark was calculating his new design, but when he was in the mood, a high-level alert popped up on the screen.

— from Jarvis.

However, Jarvis is helping Tony process the data, and obviously he will not appear in Swell, a metropolis thousands of miles away, let alone send out an inexplicable location while working.

Compared with the design that has not yet been formed, Jarvis's status is unparalleled.Tony put down his work and began to test Jarvis.

Turns out, there were no issues.

Tony, who was absolutely confident in his talent, couldn't find any reason to explain it for a moment.

He didn't believe that his passwords could be easily cracked, and he completely bypassed Jarvis' detection and his vigilance?impossible!

And now, Jarvis brought up that day again.

Tony stroked his forehead and swallowed the last bite of bread.

"...Is her identity confirmed?"

Thinking of all the gossip in the newspapers the next day gave Tony a headache.I don't know what kind of evil I was at that time, but I am very sure that there is no next generation in the Stark family.

The orange data ball is constantly rotating regularly: "There is no way to confirm it, sir. It is initially suspected that the card was stolen. The registered information of the card owner is John H. Watson. This gentleman is in the UK and there is no qualified card. woman, and the card was not handled by him himself. At present, I can't know the purpose of that lady, and I will continue to observe."

"Has the signal source been cracked?"

"Not yet, trying to crack it."

Tony nodded, wiped his hands and stood up from the workbench: "Then let's go and have a look."

The signal on the screen had already stopped flashing, or in other words, the signal had only been sent for more than ten seconds.

Of course, ten seconds is enough time for Tony to react as he should.

Now, he decided to go and see for himself.Anyway, for him, at best, the enemy led him there premeditatedly.

Iron Man's flight speed was very fast. When he arrived at the destination, he encountered some people supporting each other coming out of the signal source.

"Jarvis, scan." Tony frowned inside the steel armor.

"Sir, there is a considerable amount of munitions stored below, including some of the stocks that Stark Industries lost before," Jarvis reported his results. "A large amount of damage was done inside the base, and the source of the damage is unknown."

"...Interesting." Tony Stark made a decision.

Under the night, the steel suit looks like a shooting star.

He stood in front of those embarrassed people: "Where are you going? Huh?"

at the same time.

"...Is this why you called me here?" Batman quietly appeared next to Superman who had turned back into Clark Kent.

Superman turned into the small town boy again. He washed his blood-soaked hands and shook them off: "You're right, they've teamed up with some fallen mages."

Batman's expression was hidden in the darkness: "So you disappeared for three days."

"..." Clark's expression was blank for a second.

He shook his head, not wanting to talk about the memory of being a child when his mind was controlled by magic, and pushed his glasses that had slipped a bit: "I saved a person from them."

He paused: "This girl should not be an ordinary human being. She is dying. I couldn't think of a suitable way for a while, so I had to take her to Gotham."

Batman hummed.

While he'd always wanted the big man out of Gotham, they're teammates now.

The fact that Superman took the bloody girl to Gotham couldn't be hidden at all, and Batman knew it immediately.He rushed over quickly and saw the information of the girl sent to the emergency room.

"I've seen her before." The dark knight said in a deep voice, suddenly thinking of the last time we met, the girl intentionally broke his voice changer.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you know her."

"No, I just saw it," the cape flashed behind Batman, and he disappeared in front of Clark, "I know who to look for."

The rescue took three hours.

Because of the kindness that the girl showed towards him before, coupled with his own sense of responsibility.Clark Kent actually sat in the corridor of Gotham Hospital for three hours, until the pale girl was pushed out of the operating room.

Clark's blue eyes were hidden behind rustic glasses.He looked dazed, and the doctor on the side rolled his eyes: "Are you a fool? Why don't you come over and help me! How can you be a boyfriend?"

"I, I'm not, I'm not..." He blinked, and took over the cart under the contemptuous gaze of the elderly female doctor who "looked down on the irresponsible man".

Gotham Central Hospital is used to all kinds of injuries, and even the police department doesn't care much.A few lazy policemen took a look at it casually, asked a few questions casually, and left.

In contrast, although it is convenient for Clark Kent, he can prevaricate just by saying "encountered a robbery"; but in general, he understands why Batman cares so much about the order of Gotham.

Clark followed the nurse's instructions, pushed the girl into the ward, and helped put the girl on the bed.

When he lifted the quilt just now, although he quickly avoided, he still saw some details clearly.

He knew the sleeping gray-haired girl's name was Elsa.

There's very little good about Elsa.

Her slender wrist was covered with a plaster cast, and the near-fatal knife in her chest was carefully stitched up, and wrapped in plain white bandages, barely covering her chest.

The bruises on her originally fair body were extremely glaring, and there were sporadic bandages and gauze wrapped around her, and even her face was covered with medicine.

Clark closed the door lightly, and stood at the door listening to Gotham's sturdy doctor.

The little child doctor had only reached Clark Kent's chest, but his awe-inspiring aura made Superman even a head shorter at this moment.

"How did you become a boyfriend? Just now I wanted to talk about you, can you let the little girl go out alone in the middle of the night!" The doctor pointed at Clark, "This is Gotham!"

Clark didn't want to refute anymore, he decided to obey the training obediently.

But the doctor didn't bother to say so much, she just took out the case board and began to introduce the condition.

"The knife in the chest was very dangerous, but it avoided all the internal organs. Except for excessive blood loss, it did not cause other serious injuries. It was an ordinary puncture wound, which has been sutured. Comfort the little girl and leave a scar It is unavoidable, let the little girl not pay too much attention to these." The doctor wrote some records on the board, "Wrist fracture, 31 knife wounds on the body, bruises are too large to count."

Clark nodded cooperatively.

The doctor closed the notebook with a snap: "Then wait for the anesthetic to wear off, and wake her up. Remember, during this period of time, you are fasting for water, and you can only moisten your mouth with some water when you are thirsty."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Seeing that the doctor probably wanted to leave, he immediately responded, sent the female doctor in charge away, and then returned to the ward.

Since he is Batman who defected to Gotham, he doesn't care much about the money in Gotham.

This is a single ward, in addition to the central bed, there is a slightly smaller long sofa.

Although a big man felt aggrieved curled up on the sofa, he still half-lyed on it and closed his eyes.

Although Batman could arrange Elsa properly, Clark was a little worried about this stimulated girl.

Even though he had suffered a mental reduction before, those memories were enough for him to deduce the relationship between the girl and the man.

They definitely know each other.

It can now be confirmed that the gangsters in Gotham not only cooperated with other terrorist organizations, but also persuaded the mage to join.At the same time, the net is very large, needless to say that the clown and Lex Luthor are there; in addition, that mage Yomo is too confident in his ability, and he has nothing to hide from the Superman in the cage-even the British Even Eastern Europe is involved with each other.

Good Clark especially wanted to sigh.

Let's have a peaceful and beautiful day, but is it really good for these people to indulge in doing things?

When it was getting dark, Elsa woke up.

The headache was splitting, and the pain in the brain was even worse than the pain in the wrist and chest.But no matter how severe the pain in the body, it can't compare to the emptiness in the heart.

Elsa had thought about the scene of their goodbye many times, but she didn't expect it to turn out like this.

...was her fault.

She knew from the beginning that the other party had shown enough danger when they first met, but Elsa ignored it.She just remembered to save him and bring him back.

Because she knew clearly that it was not his intention to be like that.He is James, he is Bucky, he is a good man who has a warm smile and can create small surprises for her under limited conditions, not the "soldier" that others call him.

But at that moment, Elsa didn't even have the ability to strip Hydra's control.

The gray-haired girl lay quietly on the bed.She didn't even open her eyes, letting the tears fall from the corners of her eyes, fall into her hair, and be absorbed by the pillow.

She seemed to hear someone calling her name, but she didn't have the strength to respond.All she could think about was those cold green eyes, and then she fell asleep in exhaustion.

When I woke up again, it was already a day later.

It was already dark, and Elsa finally woke up from the haze.

After getting enough rest, Elsa was not as uncomfortable as before.

The body was a little stiff, the pain between the chest and the wrist was already numb, and with a slight movement, the whole body was expressing the pain.She tilted her head slightly, her still moving right hand felt slightly cold, and she could see the transparent liquid in the infusion tube entering her body little by little.

Elsa lowered her eyes and said thank you in a hoarse voice.

Clark Kent stood by her bed.

Elsa fell asleep quickly after waking up in the early morning, and he also went back to the metropolis to sell his own work.Of course, I was complained by some colleagues, saying that I asked for a day off, but there was no news for three days.

Clark could only smile embarrassingly, and then took the initiative to take on the bulk of the work, finished the work with great difficulty, and hurried back to Gotham.

When he arrived, he encountered a doctor's ward rounds again, and was once again slapped by the majestic female doctor. It seemed that the little girl had such a boyfriend as him from her previous life to the present.

Clark: ...I'm really not her boyfriend!

Of course, he still didn't say this sentence in the end.He just continued to watch over the sleeping little girl whose breathing seemed to be stagnant until she woke up.

"...You don't need to thank me," he said a little awkwardly, "Are you okay?"

Speaking of which, he should actually thank Elsa.

Even if the kryptonite surrounding his body caused him limited damage, it was really uncomfortable.Coupled with the special material on the outside, when kryptonite exists, it will take a long time for him to break the cage.

Thanks to Elsa for opening the lock first and helping him avoid those stones.

It was also because of the way Elsa helped him unlock that Clark confirmed that she was not an ordinary human being.

It's a pity that she broke into the depths of the enemy's camp single-handedly, and the little girl with inexperience and lack of ability suffered a big loss.

Clark looked at the silent girl on the hospital bed, besides explaining where she was now, he didn't know what else to say for a while.

Elsa broke the silence first: "I'm fine. I'm fine."

"Then...you have a good rest?" Clark hesitated.

Elsa's eyes were drooping, and her eyes were scattered on the white quilt.She hummed first, then raised her eyes: "Can I have a glass of water?"

It had been more than twelve hours, Clark quickly poured a glass of warm water, inserted a straw, and brought the straw to her mouth.

Elsa was very restrained, she only took a small sip to ease her burning throat: "Are those of mine still there?"

She knew very well that she was naked under the quilt.

Clark picked up the bag next to the bed: "Your clothes are no longer wearable, but I washed them for you and brought them to you after they are dry. Well, these are other things on your body, and everything you can find is here .”

Fortunately, this is Gotham, and the guns and weapons in other places are a bit conspicuous.In Gotham?as you like.

The doctor told Clark not to let Elsa get up. The knife wound on her chest avoided the internal organs, but it was a penetrating wound after all.

The little girl wanted to force herself to get up, but in the end she lay back quietly, as long as the mobile phone came.

The screen of the phone was broken, and there was no battery left, and it was unknown if Jarvis was okay.

Elsa couldn't even get the phone by herself, the thoughts in her mind turned and turned, but the words she spoke became like this: "...Can you, call me for me?"

She didn't do many of the things she wanted to do.

But at least, she said that she would keep in touch with Aunt Mei and the others.

However, she has been out of touch for a whole day.

Elsa remembered those phone numbers clearly.Clark helped her call out, and put the phone next to her ear. He left the room considerately and closed the door gently.

Although his voice was still hoarse, it was much better than when he just woke up.

She bit her lower lip, waiting for the call to be connected.

"Aunt Mei? I..."

"—Elsa!" Aunt Mei on the other end of the phone was full of urgency and anxiety, "Where did you go?!"

Elsa on the other end of the line was silent.

Every lie needs to be corroborated by countless other lies, so like a snowball, the lies will only get bigger and bigger.Elsa had never told the truth, but at this moment, she couldn't say anything to prevaricate.

"Elsa," Aunt May lowered her voice, "Your Uncle Ben and I are now in Westchester."

The gray-haired girl shuddered.

Although it was expected that lies would always be exposed, this moment came unexpectedly.

"I know what you didn't say," Aunt May was still tolerant of the new girl, "This school is really good, I also asked Professor Xavier, he said sorry, maybe your email Hijacked by hackers, deliberately lying to you... It's not your fault Elsa, it's okay, we just don't trust you. Tell me, okay? Where are you?"

Elsa didn't know what Professor Xavier's words meant, and she didn't understand why the headmaster cooperated with her.Elsa was silent again, her lips opened and closed. The word rolled on the tip of her tongue for a long time, as if it was a testimony, and finally spit it out: "...Gotham."

The phone hangs up.

Clark didn't mean it, but he listened the whole time.

He counted silently for a few seconds, knocked on the door, and walked in with the nurse.

The liquid she infused was mainly to provide her with nutrition, and it is no longer used for the time being. The nurse smiled and healed, and came to pull out the needle for her.

The girl who hadn't smiled for a long time returned a smile, but this time her smile could no longer resonate with others.

"Elsa," Clark hesitated, "seriously, are you okay?"

"It's fine," Elsa stared at the medical tape on the back of her hand, "Superman, you don't have to—"

The big hand suddenly stretched out under Elsa's eyes.

The girl looked up and saw the other party's healing smile: "Don't call me that."

He blinked, and those blue eyes met Elsa's eyes: "That's a secret. You can call me whatever you want."

Elsa glanced over his face, and said, "...Thank you, glasses."