69novels Chapter 196
Chapter 196
Karl was still lying on the sofa, and Rao watched him from top to bottom.
From this point of view, he is too young, perhaps because Karl is always too calm and steady in him, as if he was born to be a big patriarch who is ready to give and take care of everyone, so that if he does not deliberately act sweet So cute, people can't help but ignore his age.
And now that he was lying there, his face soothed, every inch of his skin so relaxed, Rao remembered that Superman was actually still very young.
God, he's younger than me.
"Wanda and I will work hard for this." Rao said, his tone was like a solemn promise, "Just like you."
"Fine," Carl said.
He turned over and sat up from the sofa, smiled slightly, looked very relieved, and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
In the effort of these few words, he had already sorted out all the documents and put them aside.He has read everything that needs his review, and he has signed everything that needs his signature. To be honest, there is not much room for him to intervene. The Ayer Group can operate independently without the president not doing his job.
Rao watched his every move with wide-eyed eyes, and seemed to be expecting something else out of him.
But Karl didn't know what else to say.
He looked at Rao calmly, and gently pushed the document to him, then changed into his uniform without saying a word, and flew towards the place where the noise was coming from.
California desert.
The hot and dry region also received extremely rare torrential rains.
This is unusual, the last rainfall has been just over a month ago, although because of the unique double rainfall pattern of winter rainy season and summer rainy season, huge groups of cacti, dwarf trees and abundant shrubs have been born here, which has become a rare vitality It is a lush desert area, but such frequent torrential rains are still extremely rare.
Nearly [-] millimeters of water had already floated up on the surface of the desert. Flying in the sky, Carl could see the dry river bed in the distance being nourished by the torrential rain to create raging torrents.
Long-time thirsty plants greedily suck the golden water source and swell their bodies due to drinking. The rustling sound they make when they suck water is hidden in the rumbling rainstorm and loud noise; the animals flee in all directions, desperately looking for The vultures, goshawks and other birds that wandered here have disappeared without a trace, and they should all curl up in their nests and preen their feathers at this moment.
Having an entire sky to himself is not very common even for Superman, and now he has only rainstorm and dark clouds to keep him company.
Although Karl could easily fly above the rain clouds, he was somewhat reluctant to do so.
Fortunately, his uniform would not be wet by the rain, and his cloak was still fluttering in the strong wind. Carl flew in the direction he remembered. Not surprisingly, he found a huge lake in the desert.
This lake was obviously a quick product of the storm, and as a rule of thumb, it disappears into the coarse gravel in less than two days after the storm subsides.
But now it looks pretty spectacular.
The area is about one-third the size of a metropolitan city, and the deepest part may be as high as a three-story building. The torrential rain kept beating the water surface. According to the visual ability of ordinary people, this scenery should be beautiful, full of magnificent scenery. Boldness and the might of nature.
However, in Karl's eyes, countless water splashes of different sizes are intertwined and fused together, forming a weird water surface that wriggles every minute and every second like life.
He got used to it too, and after a cursory scan in the water, he immediately found the culprit that caused the loud noise—and perhaps the torrential rain.
a hammer.
Or strictly speaking, Quake, Mjolnir.
Its head is made of metal Ulu, and its handle is made of the branches of the World Tree. After throwing it, it can hit the target accurately. No matter how far it is thrown, it will automatically return to the owner's body. In the hand, it guides thunder and lightning, is indestructible, and changes size according to the owner's will.
God of the gods, Odin the King of kings blessed it with a spell:
Anyone who is qualified can lift Mjolnir and gain Thor's might.
In other words, this is a very typical magic weapon, with a strict and difficult-to-determined identification system that can automatically identify "who is qualified to use me, and who is worthy of my approval".
Carl hovered in mid-air, crossed his arms, and thought for a while.
Immediately he leaned over and rushed into the lake, swam to the deepest part of the lake, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Mjolnir's handle.
White light billows in the dark clouds, looming. At this moment, all the instruments in the world monitoring the weird energy fluctuations in this area are shattered, frozen, or the pointers are crazily turning. There is no doubt that there is a brewing event in the sky that is far larger than ever before. A thunderbolt.
And Carl didn't notice it.
He was completely attracted to Mjolnir.
It sank quietly to the bottom of the water, half of its head was submerged in the sand, and the rest of the exposed head was engraved with strange symbols and exotic reliefs, and its handle was only tied with a rope at the end. The whole body is graceful wood grain.
Like all other hammers, Mjolnir's shape is simple and rough, it is difficult to describe it as exquisite and delicate, but it has a simple beauty full of power.
The lightning that churned and puffed through the clouds hit Carl the instant his fingers closed.
However, it was not with the intention of hurting him.
It was more like a celebration-like carnival, the huge thunder and lightning power surrounded Karl's body, and as he lifted Mjölnir, the agitation became more and more intense, and the sky and him were connected through Mjölnir Together, the electric light and loud noise finally reached the extreme when he took Mjolnir off the ground and flew into the sky. With Karl's physique, he also felt slight pain and numbness.
In the Metropolitan City, Luo, who occupied the main seat in Alexandria and read the script, raised his head in the direction of Karl.
"...Mjölnir," she sighed, "Mjolnir. I'm not surprised he lifted it up, but how did Mjölnir suddenly fall to Earth?"
Alexander remembered a certain tutor he had hired for Karl.
Uncompromisingly, he turned the document in his hand to the back page.
In New York City, a young man who came out of a store removed the umbrella that blocked his view, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the giant lightning - it was so huge that it occupied most of the sky, and perhaps people in the entire hemisphere were lucky enough to See.
"Hey man, it's raining really badly today." The cashier accosted him, "Do you want to hide here for a while before leaving? I don't think there is anything urgent to rush in this weather, why don't you have something to eat On my account, man, once you leave I'll be left alone in this damn place until the rain stops, don't expect a good signal in this kind of weather - it'd be nice to have multiple people to chat with. "
"My apologies," said the young man, in a very awkward old English with a touch of Shakespeare in it, "thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here long, my friend. .”
The cashier began to think that this customer was a little weird.
But what weirdo in his line of work hadn't seen it?People who came over in the middle of the night and asked if there were any urns for sale in the convenience store, people who were all sloppy but could pay by check, people who wore a windbreaker over their underwear in the cold winter months and asked if they could sleep here for a night...the list goes on and on.
A mere theatrical actor who speaks in an ancient language is definitely among the ranks of normal people.
That being said, the cashier still felt a little uncomfortable.
It may be because this drama actor acted so well and recited his lines so beautifully. Standing in this dilapidated convenience store, he set off his surroundings like a resplendent and resplendent palace.
"...Uh, you're welcome, buddy." The cashier replied a little uncomfortably, intending to cooperate with the other party in using ancient Chinese, but racked his brains and didn't know how to say it, so he gave up in embarrassment.
Young people also seem to realize their mistakes.
"It's my problem, sir." He changed his tone, "Forgive me, I forgot that I shouldn't speak in the way I just said. As an apology, if you want, I can stay here until you don't need company. "
"Oh! Are you sure, sir?" The cashier was surprised and delighted. "You're in no hurry?"
After all, it is very torturous for a person to sit alone for hours or even days without any entertainment. If someone can play poker with him to pass the time, or even just accompany him, and He chatted enough to make the cashier, who was suffering from boredom, grateful.
"I'm sure, my friend," said the young man, "that I'm in no hurry—I'm not in a hurry."
"Very good man, you can take whatever you want to eat and drink, and it will be charged to my account." The cashier said briskly, "My name is George, what about you?"
"I am Thor Odinson." The young man said slowly, "Son of Odin."
The torrential rain raged for two full days, but fortunately it stopped before it caused more damage. After the heavy rain, the sky showed a clear turquoise blue. Such a scene is not surprising in a metropolis, but in Gotham , Such fine weather can be said to be rare in a hundred years.
Alfred walked into the Batcave with a plate of dessert and afternoon tea, and found Batman without uniform in front of the monitor.
"It's time for afternoon tea, sir." He said politely, "This rare fine weather is the best time to go out. Are you sure you don't want to go out for a stroll after enjoying your afternoon tea? Take Dick The young master is a wise move, which can effectively remind you that you still have a son to take care of."
"Aff." Bruce sighed. "If I like good weather, I can go anywhere that's good for a vacation."
"I am quite sure of this, sir, but let me remind you that, assuming Master Richard's parents are still alive, they will never let Master Richard miss the opportunity to go out today."
Bruce sat there for a few seconds.
Then he stood up and said, "Well, Aff, you're right."