When you have two sets of superheroes

Tony is gone, but the mission still has to continue. Shirley scratched the system panel. In 1997, a C-level copy of [Superman: Man of Steel] was released. She looked at the character card. The main character is Superman. She was dumbfounded by the long list of abilities, and said to 1997: "It's thanks to him being on the side of mankind, otherwise the earth would be destroyed???"

"Superman has a weakness." 1997 said, "This is kryptonite." It opened a new page, and a green gem-like thing was projected in mid-air, "Green kryptonite can restrain Superman and make him temporarily normal people."

"Then who has this thing?"

"The villain, and... um..." 1997's eyes drifted for a moment, and he changed the subject decisively, "By the way, speaking of this dungeon, Shirley, I still need a special authorization."

Shirley didn't pay much attention to the pause in Chapter 1997, she asked: "What authorization?"

"You may have to close part of your memory, which is the memory about the last copy."

Shirley was puzzled: "Why?"

"This is a rule." 1997 said with a serious face, "You may not know if you haven't done a dungeon before, but the dungeon should be like this, in order to allow you to concentrate and complete the task better. And it's only temporarily closed, the Superman dungeon I will return it to you when I come back after the end, and there will be no loss of a minute or a second, so there is no big impact."

Shirley hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay." She looked around at the little superheroes, "Then shall we go now?"

"Okay, let's go!"

===Superman Copy===

Shirley owns a coffee shop next to the Planet Daily. She doesn’t know how to play a dungeon and has its own store industry. She feels something is wrong in her heart, but 1997 vowed to her that this is a system benefit, and she has a house, a car, and a Work to enrich her life and save her from running around.

It's just that as the boss, Shirley actually has nothing to do. She stays in the store and uses the computer all day long, searching for information about Superman.

Judging from the existing reports and remarks, Superman is like the mascot of the Metropolis. The Daily Planet even gave him a small page, with daily updates, whether it is preventing a car accident or saving him from a tree. A cat will write it down in detail.

Shirley had seen him once from a distance. It was the scene of a car accident. Two cars fell into the river one after another because of rear-end collisions.Superman came quickly, lifted the two cars out of the river, opened the doors that had been squeezed and deformed, carried the injured out, and put them aside to wait for rescue.

Shirley was just passing by at the time, but Superman's strength and speed still gave her a deep impression, oh, and his face - very handsome, deep facial contours and heroic features are like an artist who painstakingly created a Greek The sculpture is perfect, as well as his figure, the powerful and strong muscles can't hide under the blue tights, and the broad shoulders and chest can give people a sense of security.

Shirley swiped the mouse wheel to browse the webpage, and it was reporting that Superman intercepted the next rocket that failed to launch. She propped her chin, thinking that Superman is really a brick, and where does it need to be moved.

"Uh... sorry, is there anyone sitting here?"

A gentle but slightly nervous voice came. Shirley looked up and saw a man wearing thick-bottomed black-rimmed glasses. Although he was tall, he seemed to be dressed in the 90s of the last century.

Wait, his face...

Xue Li's heart was shocked, she turned her head to look at the computer screen, her eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Hmm... hello?" The man asked again with some anxiety.

Xue Li quickly replied: "Ah, sorry, I was a little distracted just now... No, there is no one here, you can sit down."

"Thank you." The man sat down opposite her slightly awkwardly, "Hello, my name is Clark Kent."

"Hi, Shirley Su, just call me Shirley."

The two simply said hello, Clark was a bit reserved and didn't talk much, Shirley was the same, she was still in shock, she stared at the screen for a long time, and then went to take a sneak peek at Clark - it was exactly the same face , the difference is only a pair of glasses, why... Can other people not recognize it? ?

Shirley held her forehead to hide her overly hot gaze.

It can't be a coincidence, if this Mr. Kent really has such a similar face to Superman, his life can never be so peaceful.

At this time, Mary, the waiter, came over with the menu. Clark ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee. Mary wrote it down, and asked Shirley, "Boss, is it still the same?"

"Well, it's troublesome."

Clark let Mary take the menu away in a daze. He touched his nose and said to Shirley in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be the boss here...I mean, you still look very young."

"Well... just for interest," Shirley shrugged, "And you, what do you do?"

"I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet," Clark said.

"Ah, that's..."

"Yes, it's next door." Clark said with a smile. When he laughed, he looked like a superman, warm and easy-going, and his blue eyes in the clear sky seemed to be always full of sunshine, unable to shine into any darkness.

Shirley nodded and said, "So, do you mind if I ask where you are from?"

"Kansas," he said, "I'm from a small town in Kansas, which is located in the middle of the United States. It is sunny most of the time, the climate is warm, and there are very beautiful pastoral scenery." Americans, Clark carefully explained the location of Kansas.

"Really, that's great. I like sunshine. I hope I can have a chance to take a look in the future." Shirley said with a smile, leading the topic freely, "I just came from Huaguo to settle here, you know, Huaguo The country is so populous that you rarely see open fields, and even the countryside is mostly modernized. Well, Clark—well, can I call you that?"

"Of course." Clark nodded quickly.

But before Shirley implemented her cliché plan, Clark's expression changed. He got up in a hurry and almost spilled the coffee. I remembered that an important document that needed to be signed was left in the office, and I had to go back immediately, sorry."

"It's okay, business matters."

Xue Li said this sentence very smoothly, but after she said it, she was unconsciously startled for a moment, as if she had lost her mind, but when she wanted to investigate carefully, she couldn't remember the brief moment just now. What exactly for a few seconds slipped past her mind.

Shirley rubbed her forehead, and she opened the social network interface to search for Superman. Sure enough, it didn't take long to see someone post a video of Superman picking up a derailed train.

Shirley couldn't help slandering in her heart, what kind of mission does she need to do if there is a superman in this dungeon?

Clark came back soon, and Shirley closed the computer and asked, "Is the file going well?"

"Documents? Wen—oh, documents, yes, it went well, and also—luckily, thanks to the boss's good mood, he didn't blame me."

At first, Clark didn't remember the excuse he made when he left. After being stunned for two seconds, he began to stammer and lie. Shirley didn't expose it. She picked up the Blue Mountain coffee in front of Clark, "It's getting cold, let me help you Make a new one."

Clark was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to stop him, "Uh, thank you, but there's no need to—"

"It's okay, it's for you, you're welcome." Shirley avoided Clark's arm lightly, smiled back at him, and walked to the coffee area, "Paul, please give me a new cup of Blue Mountain coffee."

Paul is one of the baristas in the store. He is chubby and kind, and has a good personality. Everyone likes him.

"Wow, my girl," Paul glanced at the seat where she was coming, and he gave Shirley a smirk as he prepared the coffee beans, "Are you planning to please that young man?"

The corner of Shirley's mouth twitched, "No...it's just humanistic care."

You can't let Superman only drink a cup of cold coffee when he comes back from saving people.

"He looks very good," Paul insisted. "He is generous and honest, with a good temper. He should be good at taking care of others."

Shirley was speechless, "...you think too much, Paul, I feel like I just bought him a cup of coffee, and you have already figured out what to call me and his children and grandchildren in your mind."

Paul chuckled and shrugged.

Shirley closed the store and went home at almost eleven o'clock in the evening. The night in the metropolis was still full of lights, bustling and bustling, not like...

Shirley paused, wait, what was she thinking just now?

A sense of entanglement that could be recalled just before the door made her frown uncontrollably, carrying her bag and leaning against a telephone pole, blowing the cold night wind to wake her up, this kind of memory was overwhelmed. The feeling of being archived is really bad.

"Hey."

A car slowed down and stopped in front of her, and the passenger's window was lowered, revealing the face of a middle-aged man in a suit.

"How much is it for one night?"

Shelly: "..."

It was the first time I encountered such a fresh and refined question, and I didn't even know how to answer it for a while.

"I'm not a prostitute." She said bluntly, stood up straight and walked to the underground parking lot next to her, where her car was parked.

"Don't be like this, miss." The man hurriedly got out of the car and followed, "The price is negotiable, how about three hundred knives?"

Shirley: ...discuss with your mother.

"Let me say this one last time, sir." She kept on walking, and only by keeping her eyes full of air instead of the man in the suit could she manage to maintain politeness instead of hitting someone, "I'm not a prostitute, please find someone else if you need it."

"Hey, don't be shameless—"

The man wanted to pull her arm without saying a word, Shirley was completely annoyed, she bent her elbow and was about to bump into it, but for some reason, she missed it, and she herself staggered because of too much energy, The seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes were tripped by the speed bump, and she almost sprained her foot.

Shirley turned her head in a daze, and saw the red-cloaked Superman grabbing the man by the back of his neck and throwing him out of the underground parking lot.

"..."

She stared dumbfounded at the man in the suit flying out in a parabola.

"Are you all right, miss?"

Superman stepped forward—in fact, it was not walking, but it seemed to be floating, his toes were about a foot off the ground, and the red cape fluttered behind him, even though there was no wind in the underground parking lot.

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Shirley shook her head. It was the first time she saw Superman's appearance up close, but there was no difference. It was Clark from a distance before, but now he still looked like Clark when he looked up close.What the hell is Superman thinking, thinking that no one will recognize him with a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses?

...Well, it seems that no one really recognizes it, except her.

"Is the ankle all right?" Superman asked, noticing her sprained ankle as he pushed her away.

"It's okay." Shirley moved a little bit, and there was some tingling, but the problem was not serious, "It's okay, thank you for your help, Superman."

"Oh, I think maybe I'm meddling in my own business, and you can handle it alone." Superman said with a smile, his hair was very thin and neat, but probably because of the speed and wind, there was a small curl With hair resting on his forehead, coupled with his warm and peaceful smile, even his overly muscular figure didn't make him feel more aggressive.

Shirley laughed when she heard the words, she didn't deny it, "But thank you very much for coming."

"Be careful on the road." Superman instructed in a gentle voice.

Until Shirley drove out of the underground parking lot, she could still see Superman in the rearview mirror. The mascot of the Metropolis really lived up to its reputation. It was good-looking and good-natured. He could talk to strangers as if they were friends. Polite yet friendly, it's no wonder the citizens of the metropolis think highly of him, unlike...

……

Doesn't look like what?

Shirley found that her brain seemed to be short-circuited again, she thumped the steering wheel in annoyance, and said to 1997: [I will never do this kind of copy that needs to close the memory again! ! ! 】