69novels Chapter 143
Chapter 143
It's been a joy to be around Clark, and it's definitely not some kind of filter in Carl's eyes.
First of all, he's funny.
Few people realize this. Superman is actually a very humorous and interesting person. People always pay more attention to his father-like stability and always has a way to solve problems, while intentionally or unintentionally ignoring the aura hidden The real "Superman" below.
Secondly he was really very considerate.
Carl didn't explain too much about his origin and past, and Clark didn't mean to ask.He took Carl for a walk by the river, even though he would fly away and back every few minutes, and in case Karl got bored, he politely asked if Karl wanted to do the work with him.
Carl was very moved by this, but in the end he chose to refuse.
Appearing as Superman in front of Clark would have made him feel ashamed.
"...Do you want to visit the Fortress of Solitude?" Clark asked suddenly after walking in silence amid the gurgling water for a long time.
Carl was taken aback, nodded and agreed: "If you don't find it troublesome."
Clark smiled slightly, and then flew to the North Pole with Carl.
Fortress of Solitude, an ice and snow castle in the polar regions of the earth, is the base camp of Superman. It is the last souvenir of his hometown and homeland left by Kryptonian technology. In different parallel worlds, Fortress of Solitude has different structures and functions, but Their usefulness is almost the same.
This is the home of "Superman".
No, not Clark's house, Superman's house, the Kryptonian's house stranded on Earth.
So yes, it's empty and cold; yes, it's lonely.
"I seldom bring people here. The Fortress of Solitude is a secret base. I store some dangerous creatures and weapons that must not be strayed out." Clark said, walking in front, showing Carl the composition of this huge ice crystal palace.
From the outside, it looks like a dense clump of thorns that grow towards the top and gather in the middle.
The translucent cylinder perfectly hides the interior of the palace. When Clark stood in front of the door, the door opened automatically for him. The robot with the "S" logo on its chest stepped forward. It looked at Clark and then at Carl. , appearing confused.
"Go and finish your work. This is a guest from another world," said Superman.
He took Carl into what looked like a living room, perhaps this was the reception room in the Fortress of Solitude.The robot brought them water, and Karl thanked him politely. Once again, the robot showed interest in his presence, but after only a moment, it meekly left the room.
"I think this is a good place to talk, and excuse me for being blunt," Clark said. "Did something happen to your parents? Your parents, if they were called Jonathan and Martha—"
His blue eyes are warm and kind, and Carl knows how to make such an expression to gain the trust of others, but he also knows that he will never be as sincere as Clark.
"I don't have foster parents," Karl replied.
He thought about Alexander for a while, and finally felt very regretfully that Alexander was never like a father, he was more like a brother.
Alexander certainly has a certain deterrent power, but Alexander has no authority.
From an early age, Carl knew exactly who the final decision-makers in the family really were.
"I'm sorry." Clark showed a sad look, "My father once said that if crops don't grow strong roots, they can't wait to germinate, and eventually they will die early. The spaceship I took landed in the town And being picked up by my parents, these two things are the greatest luck in my life."
Carl tilted his head, and this movement broke the striking similarity between the two faces, and the younger face, which also belonged to Superman, came to life, and people could definitely tell the difference between Clark and Carl.
"I know," he said.
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Another world, in the universe.
"My goodness..."
Peter said, staring blankly at those robots that appeared completely out of thin air. They can fly, they are fast, they are powerful, and each of them is loaded with powerful weapons. A tactical exercise: quiet, fast, and tacit cooperation.
"What the hell is this?" Rocket Raccoon's taller and thicker gun fell to the ground, "Where did they come from? I've never seen such a powerful robot! They are definitely a squad of a large army, I just have to look at their attack patterns. Why have I never heard of them?"
"Angela summoned her with her necklace," Peter yelled, "Angela, if you could have come out like this earlier, why would we need to be chased away by Egg like rabbits!"
"I seem to have seen these robots." Gamora said thoughtfully, "Thanos didn't never fail to conquer those planets. If I remember correctly, some robots that look similar to them But it left a deep impression on him."
Yondu, who had been silent all this time, laughed loudly:
"Hey guys, isn't it time for us to clean things up? Never mind who these robots belong to, they're people we can't afford to mess with—everyone is poor and I have a What about the brothers who are begging for food, everyone is safe now, come on, let's discuss how much Peter should pay me..."
"You're changing the subject," Peter said, who was sometimes so stupid you wanted to slap him, and sometimes so astoundingly astute, like now, "Yondu, do you know who these robots belong to?"
"Uh..." Yondu said, "I don't know."
He put on a posture that he would not let go even if he was beaten to death.
Angela silently put the necklace back into her clothes.
On Earth, in Afghanistan, a long-planned riot kicked off with a gunshot in the middle of the night.
"Wake up." Louise lowered her voice, and rudely pushed Tony and the scientist to wake up, "Get up, now is the best time for us to escape."
They were locked in a cave, with mercenaries with guns guarding the gate outside, and there were monitors in the cave to monitor their every move, but after getting the small parts, Tony managed to make these monitors only transmit his advance information. Set things up.
Still, calling for help from the outside world is difficult.
God knows where this group of people got the ammunition and high-tech equipment, and the signal jammer made this small area completely dead.
At this moment, they could hear the roar and scream of those guns across the thick stone wall.The faces of Tony and the scientist were a little pale. Before this kidnapping, they were ordinary people who had never seen blood. Not to mention dead people, I'm afraid they didn't even pass a few people who didn't look so straight.
On the contrary, Louise, who has been in high-risk areas all year round, seemed very calm. She lay at the door, looked out vigilantly for a while, and waved to Tony and the scientist without looking back.
"Now is the right time," she said simply. "Tony, get your armor on, your patient in your arms, and let's go."
"What are you going to do?" Tony asked, starting to piece together the broken-looking iron sheets.
Louise smiled, and tucked the small bombs Tony had assembled and a pistol into her belt.
"I'm the general's daughter," she said. "What do you think I played with when I was little, dolls?"
Meanwhile, Xavier College.
Howard stared at the computer screen with bright eyes.
The above dialogue is impressively the arrangement for the next mission of the Hydra assassin code-named "Winter Soldier".
"Mission target: Lex Luthor."
"Oh! This is..." Howard rubbed his chin, lost in thought, "Carl's boyfriend? How did he offend Hydra? Or did Hydra see something in him?"
Full of curiosity, after recording the specific time and location of the Winter Soldier's next mission, he exited the Hydra system he had breached, and began to invade the Lex Group's network instead.
There is absolutely no extra thought.
Howard is just curious about who can win Carl.Al, I'm curious about what Lex attracted him, and he himself is also very interested in Lex Group, after all, this is a thriving high-tech company, and Stark Group is not the same as Lex Group's main attack direction. There are too many crossovers, so the two companies have not had in-depth cooperation.
Three hours later, Howard, who failed to invade, frowned.
The experience of battling wits and courage with those evil forces for many years made him instinctively feel that there is something tricky about the Lex Group.
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In the early hours of the morning, Johnson walked out of his tavern.
The tavern is still open, but almost no new customers will come in at this time. Most of the guests last night were drunk, lying on the ground or on the table in a daze, falling into a rare black and sweet dream in Gotham City .
It had only been two days since the intruder who called himself Carl left, and the image of him politely trying to say goodbye two days ago had faded from Johnson's memory.
He didn't know how Abbott would react to the guy's departure, and frankly, Abbott was one of the very few people in Johnson who felt completely elusive.
The little guy looks very normal. He goes to school, leaves school, takes his own dinner when he goes home, takes a break after eating, does his homework, previews his homework after finishing his homework, and then goes to bed. It seems to be the same as before.
But something was hiding in his eyes.
Johnson was too focused on his thoughts. When the black shadow shrouded him, he didn't think about the possible identity of the other party at all, but raised his head dully and looked at the top of his head.
He thought that the shadow was just his own hallucination, and when he lowered his head to continue walking, Batman had already watched him silently for a long time.
"You were involved in the school accident," said the Dark Knight of Gotham, his voice low. "I thought I could get some answers from you."
Hold.Johnson thought.
Almost instantly he understood why the intruder wanted him to save Abt himself.