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Planet Daily headquarters.

On this day, a new applicant came. He was a tall young man, ******, and looked very gentle.

"Clark Kent, this will be your place from now on. Louise, this newcomer will be handed over to you." A senior executive of the Planet Daily led Clark to an empty table and said to Louise next door. One sentence.

Louise agreed and looked at the young man in confusion, until Clark took off his glasses and showed a surprised expression.

"You are really Clark! Why are you..."

"This is the glasses, a kind of spectacle that I made to confuse the vision. As you know, Superman never wears a headgear. Many people know my face. If you don't hide it, you will be recognized." Clark reopened the glasses. Put it on, looking at Louise with fiery eyes.

Louise was a little flustered, and the surprise on her face couldn't be concealed. She looked at the big man in front of her nervously, put her hand on her lap for a while, picked up some papers for a while, and put it aside at a loss.

A man and a woman, with the joy of not seeing them for a long time, the excitement of reunion, and the feelings that I don't know when they planted, it was natural to fight fiercely.

"Where have you been during this time?" Louise mustered her courage to meet Clark's fiery gaze and asked.

"I have been in a coma for a few days... and thank you, Louise, for taking the risk for me then."

Having said this, Clark showed a trace of confusion on his face, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his head. There seemed to be... a dull pain?

"I seem to have been having a terrible nightmare."

Clark pondered, his eyes very serious.

He always dreamed of someone beating him violently. In the dream, whenever the self in the dream was about to wake up, there would be a mysterious person slamming down with a fist and falling asleep again.

This nightmare was so real that Clark felt lingering in his heart now, and even the back of his head seemed to be painful.

"It's okay, everything is over..." Louise comforted, and the two who opened the topic were getting closer and closer, whether it was the distance of the heart or the distance of space.

A few minutes later, the chairs of the two moved together, and those who didn't know thought that Louise was teaching the rookie dutifully.

"Good luck guy."

Some men occasionally turned their heads and muttered, looking at Clark with envy. Louise is a flower in their Planet Daily, everyone wants to pick it, but no one has succeeded so far.

"Everyone, stop what you are doing, I have something to announce!"

The boss of the Planet Daily, Perry White, who was tall but obese and weighed more than two hundred jin, stood in the middle of the road with a gloomy face, then picked up the remote control and directly turned on the display in the hall.

On the screen, there is a guy who is ranting, the big mouth with its own poisonous tongue is spraying frantically.

"The Clarion Daily can have today because of my wise leadership. I, James, as the leader of the world's leading daily newspapers, have a very strategic vision and shout for the people."

"I am different from the bug that wanders around New York City in red. I am a law-abiding citizen, and he is a shameful criminal, a despicable thief, who is good at deceiving people in disguise."

"The newspapers in the United States, except for the Clarion Daily, are rubbish, full of despicable liars."

"Especially the Metropolis Daily Planet. They want to enter New York? Impossible. New Yorkers will never accept this kind of newspaper full of lies..."

On the screen, James is extremely majestic and solemn, spitting wildly, talking to the camera, his extremely cold expression, people who don’t know think this old man is a top expert and scholar in a certain field, and he is commenting on the development of the world situation. .

By the way, Mr. James fired a map cannon and smeared a pile of **** to his colleagues.

Perry, the boss of the Planet Daily, had a chubby face black, and was as disgusting as having eaten a fly.

"Someone has declared war on us! Are we just surrendering like this?!" Perry yelled, shouting at the most angry and angry employees around him.

Perry used the remote control, pressed the mute button, and pointed to the screen to complain about the scumbag behavior of the Daily Horn.

"They are such a group of people, especially their boss James, who is a scumbag! He likes to use his big mouth to say some fart things, deceiving readers into buying their worthless news!"

"As everyone knows, Clarion Daily is not as good as a year. Their most diligent and capable employee, Peter Parker, went to college in the first two years! With their third-rate newspapers, they can’t even get much funding, so they hired. People like Bullock!"

Perry was extremely excited, holding a newspaper in his hand and waving, as if he had become a morale-boosting officer.

Clark smiled and turned to look at Louise. "Does our newspaper usually work in such an atmosphere?"

"Forget it, actually Perry is a very good person, but he can't be irritated. The Daily Horn has not teased him once or twice. This time he is forced to be in a hurry." Louise endured a smile and moved to Clark's ear Said softly.

The heat that came out of talking, sprayed into his ears, itchy, and a strange color flashed across Clark's face, staring at Louise.

"A little while...Is there anything going on, or should we go for a drink?"

"Okay!"

Another pair, it's done.

What greeted Clark was the extremely angry gazes of the surrounding employees, as if a flower of his own had been picked by cow dung-yes, the tall and handsome Clark, in the eyes of a crowd of angry men, was just a pile of cow dung.

Perry did not notice the changes in the employees, and continued to be impassioned there, threatening to give the Horn Daily some color and not let them spray it down, which would affect the reputation of the Planet Daily.

...

On an island somewhere on the earth, the huge Kryptonian spacecraft is mooring here.

In the secret room of creation ~www.NovelMTL.com~ someone is conducting experiments inside.

"Failed again..." Downey frowned slightly, looking at the special cell in the little debugging fluid in his hand that was invisible to ordinary people.

This is the 190th experiment and the 190th failure.

All the cells in the experiment died.

"Such an unreasonable creature... does it really exist?" The military doctor knocked down and asked in confusion.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he still couldn't understand how that kind of infinitely strengthened life could exist.

"The Day of Destruction is real, and something must be wrong with our experimental procedure."

Downey made a fist, and when he opened it again, the debugging liquid and dead cells had already turned into smaller particles and disappeared. (https:)

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