Superman is my primary school classmate

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"Uh... isn't it a little bad for us to leave like this..."

In the dark, someone lowered his voice to ask, but was interrupted by the person in front of him sharply, he put his finger in front of his mouth:

"Shh!"

Scott smeared at the front, Sean followed him, and Clark stepped behind.

If he hadn't known that Sean was the young master of the Canav Group, if he was seen at this time, he would probably have thought it was a little thief sneaking in somewhere, visiting late at night to steal secret information.

My family's company still needs to do this like a thief. Sean has to support the wall, turn off the lights, and can't see anything at all. The two people before and after birth seem to have opened a pair of eyes, walking freely.

In the dark night, the red light displayed on the monitor is particularly eye-catching.

Sean was about to say something when Scott pressed the button next to the glasses and a laser beam shot out of his eye and hit the monitor.

There was a burning smell in the air.

Scott cleared his throat, "What else?"

Sean curled his lips, "...not anymore."

The disappearance of Brandy made Laura tense all the time.

On the surface, they are still talking and laughing freely with Sean, but there are guards all around their corridors, and there are 24-hour shifts.

She called Sean back so that she could see Sean with her own eyes and put him under her own eyes. Only in this way could she feel at ease.

Sean offered to help with the investigation, but Laura flatly refused. Laura had a tough attitude and only needed Sean to stay in the company obediently and help Laura handle her usual official duties.

But now, Sean looked back behind him.

At night, the billboard on the top of the building illuminates half of the sky, the words Kanav are inlaid on the side of the building, and the changing lights hit Sean's face with colorful lights.

Well, Sean covered his eyes, he could imagine Laura's fury when she heard that Sean had left tomorrow morning.

"Follow!"

Scott threw a hoodie to Sean, and Sean froze for a moment. Seeing Scott's face getting ugly, he paused for a while before realizing it and putting it on.

Clark beside him has changed his clothes, wearing a peaked cap and mask, and can disappear into the city at any time.

The three of them were walking on the streets of the metropolis at night.

The noisy atmosphere has not yet dissipated, and men and women can still be seen on the street, shoulder to shoulder, holding wine bottles and singing unknown songs.

Whistles, cars roaring, music...

Stopped a taxi with empty lights on, and for some reason, three big men had to squeeze into the cramped back seat.

Sean sat between Scott and Clark, hunching his shoulders desperately away from both of them.

Scott had a cold face, implying that Sean would definitely die as long as he pressed his clothes.

Clark politely apologized to Sean. He was a bit big compared to his size, occupying almost half of the back seat. Clark also said with a serious face that if Sean felt crowded, he could sit on his lap, which was completely fine. .

As soon as the words came out, Sean turned his head and waved his hands again and again, rejecting Clark's kindness, saying that he had lost some weight recently, and it would not be a problem if he squeezed.

Along the way, no one in the car spoke.

The driver had never pulled such a weird guest before, and there was some movement when he got in the car, and it didn't take long for him to be silent as if he had died.

"It's so late. I'm going to the airport. I'm going on a business trip. The work is really hard. It's not easy to do any line of work. Like us, we also have to get up early and stay late. It's not just to make more money. The child is still young, and every day is just money for milk powder That's enough of a headache."

Sean replied yes, and Scott glanced at him, telling him not to speak, but don't say anything was missed, Sean immediately shut up.

He bowed his head to express that he must be obedient and not say a word. Seeing that Sean was peaceful, Scott closed his eyes and rested his mind again.

The driver was very bored, and planned to chat with Sean for a while, when he saw Scott's stern expression in the rearview mirror, he giggled awkwardly, and pressed the radio switch.

On a late-night show, the male and female anchors sang and talked about double-reed cross talk. The unscrupulous laughter of the two anchors came from the radio, echoing in the small space. It should have been a joke that made people laugh out loud, but the four people in the car did not. One should agree.

The driver finally saw off the three gods of plague, and didn't want to stop at all. He shouted from afar that there were guests over there, and exhaled the exhaust fumes of the three of them.

"ID card."

Sean looked at the brand-new identity information in his hand. It had a picture of a young man who was five or six points similar to himself printed on it, with his name, Robert Conslane. .

"It doesn't look like me, is it reliable?"

A thin ID card, tossed and turned over and over, the color sealing film on it is made realistically, and the texture is exactly the same as the real ID card.

This time I went to Florida, except for Professor X, it can be said that there is no fifth person who knows about it. All the preparations were made out of fear of surprise, including a full set of identity and appearance.

Clark was also full of suspicion. The man on the ID card had a pair of blue eyes and black hair similar to his own, no matter the facial bones or facial features, they were quite different.

"rest assured."

Scott shook the card in his hand, "No one will take it seriously."

Besides, the photo on the identity card is the same as the real person.

With the anxiety in my heart, I finally passed the security check, and my hanging heart fell back to the original place.

He didn't have a good rest all day, and just listened to Scott and Clark analyze the route to the pharmacy, worrying and frightened.

Sean's head began to sink, and bit by bit, his body swayed from side to side with his head, which was as heavy as a shot put.

The swaying tumbler Xiao En finally couldn't hold it anymore, his eyelids were finally covered, he rubbed against the giant beside him, and leaned on the side.

Clark, who was being used as a wall, straightened his back, fearing that Sean's neck would hurt from the test, so he moved his position slightly, and Sean's head slid into Clark's shoulder socket along with his body movements.

When I originally booked the air ticket, I was afraid that the seat would be distracted by the crowds, so I specially chose three first-class seats in a row.

When the three of them were waiting for the plane, they were sitting in the VIP room. Most of the people in the room were business people rushing about business or talking on their mobile phones. No one even raised their eyes to look at them.

The TV hanging on the wall played the nightly news, and there was an advertisement in the middle of the break.

As a red-haired man who has attracted much attention recently, he stands at the observation window that looks like a hospital, and introduces the patient's recovery. He has a brain injury and can only lie in bed for many years. He needs help from others and cannot take care of himself. The woman, after receiving the drug treatment from their family, was able to walk on her own feet again with a speed visible to the naked eye.

He also emphasized at the end that everyone reacts differently to drugs, but his dream is to benefit all people, so that no one in the world will be affected by diseases, cancers, and disabilities.Anyone who is willing to come to their hospital is very welcome.

The red-haired man waved his hand and explained his ideas to everyone. Something flashed on his finger, and Clark couldn't help leaning forward and squinting his eyes.

Is...a ring?

Sean fell into a drowsy sleep, and Clark's movements involved his head slipping off and hitting the armrest of the seat with a loud bang.

He quarreled with the man who was working next to him. The man frowned uncomfortably and gave Xiao En a disgusted look.

Sean muttered, rubbed his head, and followed Clark's line of sight to the TV.

The commercial breaks on the TV have ended, and the nightly news is back. The female anchor is introducing the famous food and drink shops that have been in the limelight recently.

Sean raised his eyebrows. It was strange. The female anchor on TV was dressed hot, her big breasts were wrapped in a white shirt that opened to her chest, and she was about to come out. She had golden wavy curly hair, wheat-colored skin and red lips.

Thinking of something bad, Clark, it's because he fell in love with this female anchor, right?

No, no, let’s not talk about whether Clark has this intention. Love at first sight is not advocating the behavior of looking at faces at all. This female anchor looks like a vase at first glance. She has a good skin, and she doesn’t match Clark at all.

Thinking of Clark's wedding ceremony in the future, Sean was invited to attend, the rings were exchanged under the witness of everyone, the priest blessed the couple, and the person holding Clark's side was actually this female anchor.

Sean felt a chill for no reason, shook his head, and waved his hands to disrupt the messy scene in front of him.

What a joke, how can this work.

"Dear passengers, your flight XD1232 from Metropolitan to Fort Myers, Florida is about to depart. Please check in at gate B-23..."

When the timely boarding notice sounded, Sean got up and stood between Clark and the TV. Clark's sight was suddenly blocked by someone, and he was still a little puzzled. Before he recovered, Sean dragged him to the boarding plane Mouth queue.

Clark reminded, "Bag!"

Originally, he wanted to go back and get it by himself, but when he thought of the female anchor who was regarded as a swaying female anchor under the filter on TV, Xiao En became angry for no reason, and raised his hand to take the initiative to run for him.

Clark waited at the boarding gate, watching Sean's figure.

Finding that what the visitor was holding tightly was the backpack that had been left out in the lounge, Clark smiled and suddenly froze, just why he seemed to see a raging flame burning non-stop behind Sean.

Rubbed his eyes, is it an illusion?

The author has something to say: the happiest thing is not having class on Monday~~~

So I was urged to see the little spider tomorrow, um, you can take your time to learn something~~~