69novels Chapter 176
Chapter 176
I must be the most unemployed person in the world, Carl thought, not one of them.
Tonight he stopped another 23 armed robberies around the world and freed [-] hostages.
Among them was a young Russian beauty, pale with fright, but soon flushed with the presence of Superman.
She looks desperate for a kiss, but Superman just gently pushes her towards the officer.
He was very busy and in no mood for an affair.
While stopping the shooting, he non-stop rescued eight women who were forced into a panic from the dark alleys and the deserted suburbs.
The man who made them fall into a dire situation was already in a coma, and they were still unable to recover from the fear, sobbing and trembling, longing for a firm arm and warm comfort.
Under such circumstances, Superman satisfied them.
But before they came back to their senses, he took them to a safer place and threw the men at the gate of the police station.They hadn't really made a mistake yet, anyway, both were saved by him—
Yes, some people are repeat offenders, and some people will make the same mistakes again, but there are always some people who will reform in shame.
Superman takes comfort in every individual who has reformed, and regards repeat offenders and those who continue to do so as his responsibility.He keeps an eye on them all, trying to make sure his choices have the best possible outcome.
Tonight's disaster was not much different from what happened every day in the past.
Car accidents are ubiquitous, shootings are ubiquitous, robberies are ubiquitous, and assaults on single women are ubiquitous and, very rarely, single men.
Karl would rather deal with a more intractable kind of disaster.
For example, an unavoidable meteor that can destroy the entire earth, or an alien species that does not know the heights of the sky and the earth and tries to invade the earth.
In fact, he has already solved these two kinds of disasters for the earth, and each time cost him a lot of energy, but Karl will feel satisfied. That he can have a long time of peace.
Can be a car accident?shooting?sex crime?
endless.
Forever -- never ending.
Like the worst kind of head-scratching story, the plot is first-rate, the writing is superb, the rhythm is perfect, even every punctuation mark is just right, there will be no mistakes, and then the author dies near the end, so the last line of the story is only The next four words: To be continued.
Feeling powerless can make a person feel debilitated and vulnerable, and in this respect even the superhumanly powerful are no exception.
Carl's happiest rescue tonight took place in a remote place. He lifted a giant tree that had fallen from the ground due to the whistling wind and snow to a hut, and carried it in the dark. It is replanted.
While doing these things, he silently listened to the long breathing of the sleeping family of four in the hut. After finishing, he flew away, and cleaned the snow-buried gate for them before leaving.
All night long he was busy with work, flying from here to there and from there to here.
He doesn't talk much, doesn't stay, just like every time he appeared in the past, he always comes and goes in a hurry, at most he just leaves a calm smile for the reporters and cameras who happen to be present.
He has practiced this smile in front of the mirror many times to ensure that there are no dead ends in 360 degrees, it is absolutely standard and perfect.
And...at least it looks absolutely sincere.
Carl also thought he could be uplifted and hopeful all the time, but in real life, that couldn't happen.
The greatest heroes have their moments of self-doubt, and there are never fewer moments of self-doubt, and the brightest characters have dark parts in their hearts, and those darknesses never thin out.
After rescuing the last hostage, the tabloid reporter who was standing next to him rushed over with a microphone and asked Superman loudly in broken English with a strong accent: "Hello Superman, can I do an interview with you?"
"I'm very sorry, sir, I can understand you, but I'm really busy." Superman politely refused.
He paused for a while in mid-air, smiled at the people present, and then disappeared among the clouds without looking back.
At around six o'clock in the morning, Carl got up from the bed, worked out, took a shower, and came out to eat the breakfast prepared for him by the hotel.After doing all this, it was just seven o'clock when he took off his nightgown and changed into a blue casual outfit.
Several well-known designers under Ayer have lived in Manhattan for a long time. Andrew went to their home last night to pick up some clothes that they had designed and made for Karl but had not yet been sent to Karl. Karl chose the blue one. That set.
Perhaps because Superman is already familiar to the public, designers are increasingly fond of using "Superman Blue" on a wide range of clothing, and some even directly use Superman's three primary colors.Carl certainly doesn't wear the primary colors, but he likes the ones that use "Superman Blue" extensively.
But he wasn't wearing the Superman blue suit yet, as Carl.Al's image appeared before Lex.
Think about it and wonder how Lex would react.
With a feeling of great interest, Carl drove to the place where Lex lived.
He sent a text message to Moxi asking her to pick him up the stairs, and Moxi replied very quickly: "I'll be there soon, Mr. Al, please stand where you are and don't move for now."
In less than 2 minutes, Moxi hurried down the elevator, and immediately saw Karl standing idly in the lobby with his hands in his pockets.
He dressed particularly eye-catching and dazzling, of course not to say that this Mr. Al was not eye-catching and dazzling in the past.
Mercy privately guessed how many image designers Mr. Al had, because Mr. Al seemed to have worn every style of clothes.
Retro to crazy British style, elegant Italian style with a touch of geek flavor, relaxed and a bit geeky casual style, there are a lot of tricks, and all of them can be controlled freely. Moxie’s experience in choosing an image designer for her boss Looking at it, although this has something to do with Mr. Al's good looks and good figure, the most important thing is the image designer.
A good image designer can turn decay into magic and magic into miracles.
When Carl raised his head and smiled and waved to her, Moxie felt the indiscriminate hostility of everyone present, and she understood the boss's obsession with his little boyfriend from the bottom of her heart at that moment.
You can understand it just by looking at the face and figure.
That's the color...it doesn't quite fit.
She approached Carl, and when she was three or four steps away from him, she lowered her eyes knowingly and did not look directly at him. Carl said above her head, "Claude."
"Huh?" Moxi didn't react for a while.
"My image designer is Claude. To be precise, it is a team headed by him. In theory, all the designers who signed the contract with Ayer Group are members of my image design team. Design assignment." Carl explained, "You keep staring at my clothes, I guess you want to know that."
"I see," said Mercy, with immense admiration for Mr. Al.
Don't get me wrong, she's just envious of Carl's versatile team of designers.
Those who aren't in her job will never understand how difficult her boss, Lex.Luthor's pursuit of exquisite appearance has reached the point where Mercy is physically and mentally exhausted.
On average, he kills a graphic designer every month, and the ones that frustrate him are usually minor issues.
The collar clip doesn't fit properly, the heel of the shoe is not perfect, the neckline makes him feel uncomfortable, Lex.Luthor would fire his image stylist if he didn't like the slightest detail, and Mercy would have to travel the world to find a new stylist for his boss.
Carl glanced at her, seeming to understand why she came with such a mournful expression.
Standing in the elevator, he said to Mercy, "Go get in touch with Cloud, I can share my team with Lexie."
Moses was moved, but didn't dare to agree directly.
They walked to Lex's door, and Mercy retreated back to her room of her own accord, and Carl knocked on the door, sorting himself out while Lex came to open it for him.
"Good morning, Honey," said Lex.
He looked at Carl and raised his eyebrows. Carl was terrified by his small action and secretly looked forward to it, but Lex just said, "This suit suits you very much. Come in."
Carl, who was inexplicably lost, obediently followed Lex into the door.
They sat down side by side in the living room, and Lex gave Carl a soda.
"I'm fine, honey. Last night was a little scary, but I'm perfectly safe." He reassured gently, with a hint of sarcasm, "Did the news scare you? Huh?"
"The news didn't scare me," Carl said. "I knew you'd be fine."
"So you just wanted to see me?"
"Ah."
Carl nodded.
He looked disinterested and preoccupied.
"...What's wrong with you, Honey?" Lex asked softly, "Are you still unhappy? Because of Wayne?"
Carl had no doubt that Lex had murderous intent when he mentioned Bruce, he smiled and shook his head in denial.
"Not because of him."
"why?"
Lex's tone softened.
"Sometimes your constant struggle is a caged bird longing for freedom, but sometimes it's a terrible longing because if the bird is strong enough, it won't be like other birds. In the same way, it died in the process of struggling, but at the same time it was impossible to break free from the cage." Carl said, "The result is whether it is constantly struggling, or it is used to staying in the cage, or he is sometimes used to staying in the cage. Struggling hard in the cage sometimes, it seems very scary."
"Why does it have to be a cage?" Lex asked.
"I don't know. Why must we be born in this world?"
"What do I have to do to make that bird feel free?"
"Maybe you come into my cage," Carl said, "and I'll feel free."