October in Mexico was still blazing hot. The first thing Schiller did after getting off the plane was hurriedly put on the souvenir sun hat Clark had bought him. It took him half a day to adapt to the terrifying ultraviolet rays and the excessively bright surroundings. Now he understood why Pride would rather control things remotely than come here. This place could only be Superman's happy hometown; Batman would be baked into dried bat if he came here.
The moment he stepped out of Mexico City's airport doors, a wave of heat hit him head-on. Ripples in the air were clearly visible.
Schiller's first destination was the Great Pyramid of the Aztec Civilization, the best-preserved Aztec Civilization ruin in the world and also the world's largest pyramid. It had once been considered an alien relic.
Martin followed behind Schiller, apparently dearly missing his hometown's climate. He wore slippers, held a palm-leaf fan, had a wide-brimmed hat even larger than Schiller's on his head, and wore a T-shirt printed with cartoon designs.
The moment Schiller stepped outside, he found that most people were dressed like Martin: short sleeves with baggy shorts, slippers and sun hats.
Schiller was also wearing short sleeves, but he had UV-protection arm sleeves, long pants, and sneakers. More importantly, he had a gaudy souvenir hat on his head, making it obvious at a glance that he was a tourist sucker.
Sure enough, the unlicensed taxi drivers at the entrance eagerly came over. They chattered away in heavily accented Spanish, and Schiller could not understand a word.
At that moment, Martin stepped forward and shouted several phrases at the drivers. Schiller could roughly make out some numbers; they seemed to be bargaining.
Then a dark, burly driver came over and spoke with Martin. Schiller could hear that