Under the dazzling spotlight on the set.
Jordan stared at the endorsement fee that had just arrived in the mobile banking APP, grinning almost from the corners of his mouth to his ears, just doing a reverse molding, he was so scared that he didn't care about the portrait rights of his private parts.
"According to Ian's logic, as long as my model can kill ten thousand people, it means that I am also a millionaire. When I go to college, I will not only not be short of money, but I will also be able to talk to my roommates." Jordan's thinking is very avant-garde and thorough. He is really short of money, and it's not just the reason why Silicon-based Girlfriend is very expensive.
It's also because he has always had a dream, that is, to have the capital to lend Ian several waves of loan sharks and regain his dignity and personality charm as Ian's second brother.
Just enjoy the future with Jordan.
"Jordan! Please prepare to shoot Homelander drinking milk!" The director's shout came from a distance, and Jordan immediately put down his expectations and threw his phone into the drawer.
"Come on, come on! Are you using my favorite flavored yogurt? No? Fortunately, I brought it myself."
Jordan stood up, straightened Homelander's cloak, took a deep breath, recalled his father's daily teachings, and reentered the role he played.
Only seen.
Jordan picked up the milk cup on the table and slowly brought it to his lips, with elegant movements and deep eyes, as if what he was drinking was not milk, but the hope of the entire United States.
Obviously, he has a special way of stepping into the role.
"This ecstatic look, this intoxicating temperament, it's amazing!" The director clapped his hands excitedly, and the assistant director also gave a thumbs up. Jordan's performance made them deeply feel the realistic image that comic characters should have. This wave of authenticity really made the directors admire Jordan, the leading actor who came in through the back door.
Sure enough.
It was decided that this child should play the role of Homelander's Oliver. Quinn has a sharp eye for talents. It's no wonder that the other party has become a billionaire. Just this eye-catching ability can make people convinced, "Buzz buzz~"
The phone in the drawer is ringing,
It's just that Jordan has fully assumed the role at this moment, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, accepting everyone's praise. He feels that he has really become that omnipotent superhero who is admired by everyone. Second Generation Superman's "Super Hearing" is fully opened, but only praises can be heard, completely ignoring the mobile phone in the drawer that is vibrating crazily.
At the same time.
Ian in the Demon Manor is furious.
"Jordan is so crazy! Don't you dare not answer Lord Ian's call! He'd better not let me catch him exercising his wrists at home!" Ian wanted to find someone to share his anxiety but failed. He was extremely annoyed and stuffed Half-Phone into Demons In Baal's mouth, Demons Baal quickly pretended to chew it a few times.
In fact, it just stored Half-Phone in its throat for Ian. Seeing Ian walking back and forth in the living room, Dr. Hannibal, who didn't know what happened, floated over,
"I want to go home and see Misha. Maybe you can come with me and ask her to prescribe some anti-anxiety medicine for you." In Dr. Hannibal's eyes, Ian's condition has not actually improved because he knew the extraordinary information about Ian. In fact, Dr. Hannibal felt that he had never seen such a sick person.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow is Friday, it's a good time to take medicine. Then I will put you in a thermos cup and take it to school. I will definitely give Miss Misha a great black tea surprise!"
"Actually, if you are a little patient, I will put you in a gift box and give it to Miss Misha on Christmas Day. It will definitely become a thoughtful Christmas gift that Miss Misha will never forget in her life." While Ian shared his previous Christmas plan with Dr. Hannibal, he picked up an iron and started digging a hole crazily in the back garden.
The hole is dug deeper and deeper.
Living Dead poked their heads out of the soil and looked at their master in confusion.
"Someone came to me and said I was dead."
"If it's my parents, if they want to be sad, just tell them that I will be resurrected on time before school tomorrow." He dug a standard grave for himself.
It is two meters long, one meter wide and one and a half meters deep.
Faced with the hot pursuit of Goddess of Creation and the strange behavior of Creator God, Ian acted like a real ostrich, throwing Simmons down and then lying in the big pit himself.
The living corpses he had dug up before were woven into a huge "Corpse Blanket" like wool.
"The quilt should be thicker to cool down tonight." He wove his own quilt out of living corpses, and then prepared to sleep until God and Goddess of Creation got back together.
[Ian·Kent]
[Cause of death: I was mad because I didn't catch up with today's KFC Crazy Thursday.]
[Resurrection CD: TBD]
Ian, who paid attention to details, even made himself a tombstone, and then ordered Demon Butler and Demons maids to bury him eighteen meters or more underground.
He was hoping that the magic that sealed the Great Darkness could also cover up his hidden behavior underground, at least not so that Goddess of Creation could discover it.
"Huhuhu~"
Demons The maids are busy.
Hannibal, Baal and King of Lies were floating beside the pit, falling into an eerie silence. Even Demon Head Baal wanted to brag twice, but found that his level of flattery was still not up to the level of Ian.
Yes, the realm of Ian has gone beyond the scope of Demons's understanding.
"Perfect."
Ian hid in the dirt, preparing to wait until the time to travel through Marvel Universe - However, God failed, and outside the manor, Clark·Kent, who had returned from Africa, slowly fell from the sky.
The red cloak rustled.
He immediately saw the transparent ventilation tube extending from the tomb and connected to the oxygen bottle. When Superman landed in front of the tomb,
Demons The maids were holding hands and crying according to Ian's script.
Of course, Clark, who had been following Ian for twenty-three hours and fifty minutes in the twenty-four hours, would not be fooled. He had seen Ian put himself before. The act of burying himself in the soil. Even now, he could hear the heartbeat of Ian, and the young man's muttering, "Ian is not a timid thing, he has turned into spring mud to protect the flowers."
"Get out of the way."
Superman gritted his teeth, and the sound was even colder than the arctic temperature where Fortress of Solitude was stored. Demons maids shivered and hurriedly rolled away from the set.
He saw Superman step forward and hold the ventilation tube reserved by Ian, a decorative My Little Pony straw - one by one. However, he waited for ten minutes but did not hear any movement from Ian.
There was no way, Clark realized something, and was forced to dig out Ian with his bare hands, who did not need to breathe under the soil, but just needed a tomb decoration. When Superman When finally took Ian out of the pit, Ian was lying on Simmons with his face flushed and slapping Game Console.
He obviously didn't need to breathe at all.
"No!"
Feeling the light again, Ian's expression changed drastically.
Superman had no expression on his face, holding the collar of his neck with one hand and rising into the sky.
"Cruel Superman! Why are you so skilled at digging graves!" Ian, who was found out, kicked his legs frantically, like he was pretending to be a corpse. After his plan failed, he could only transfer the hardness of his scalp to his mouth.
"Clark, you have found the wrong person. I am the clone created by Ian. The real Ian has escaped to another Namek. You should quickly find a way to catch him back." This is what happens when a person is truly frightened. Ian spoke loudly, waved his hands and wanted to get back into the grave.
Facing the troubles of God family.
He really wanted to be an ostrich who would live in peace for many years. However, Clark knew very well that problems always needed to be solved, and Ian was the only person who could solve this problem.
It's no wonder Superman's Super Brain is running so fast, he also feels guilty about things related to God - during the day when he went to work in Africa, he has been trying to figure out why God pranked him.
Finally.
He realized that this might be a warning. Back then, God ordered Archangel to give Ian to him to take care of. Maybe Ian was the product of God's affair!
Thinking about it this way, everything seems to make sense. Goddess of Creation wants to sleep with Ian, which is definitely the best revenge for God! This weak Superman can only choose to keep it secret!
As for how to dispel Goddess of Creation's attempt, that is what God needs to consider.
Clark, this weak Superman, does not dare to reveal the "truth" that few people know. All he can do is give Ian a small hint.
"The goddess you mentioned is now your mother's friend and new best friend." Clark hinted that he originally wanted Ian to recognize her as her godmother and adoptive mother.
However.
When Ian hears the term best friend, it makes the sensible young man feel like he is facing a formidable enemy.
"I knew she had bad intentions! Mom's best friend is the most vicious!" Ian saw that Clark didn't seem to understand, so he could only angrily tell his dad to pay more attention to social news.
"Have you admitted that you are Ian?"
Clark can always catch the loopholes in Ian's thinking. Ian suddenly froze on the spot. He was grabbed by Clark and gradually flew away, while the three onlookers in the Demon Manor were still floating in place Demons Baal's head, King of Lies, and Dr. Hannibal were all dumbfounded, watching Ian gradually move away from him like an octopus, which was constantly twisting its legs in mid-air.
"What's going on?"
Hannibal is still a little unclear about the situation. Since Bio-field automatically activates when Superman wears his underwear outside, he does not know that the Superman who kidnapped Ian is his friend Clark·Kent.
"The invincible God Ian was captured again by his even more invincible father."
Ianism's old man Demons Baal's head sighed softly.
"Why do you use another word?"
King of Lies turned his head when discussing differences.
"Just get used to it. This is Krypton traditional family education, which is performed 1.8 times a week on average. You just need to remember that at this time,
All we can do is pretend to be dead." Demons Baal began to teach his little common sense about life, and he told Rules of Horror about Ian's family one after another.
"Rule 1: Kent Family does not take sides in the civil war; Rule 2: Never help God Ian scold his parents; Rule 3..." Demons The rules mentioned by Baal are all experiences he summed up with blood and tears.
King of Lies and Dr. Hannibal nodded repeatedly.
Benefited a lot.
The night is like ink, and the stars hang low.
Ian was carried by Superman with one hand, like a chicken caught by an eagle, piercing the atmosphere and falling rapidly. The wind whistled in his ears. He wanted to continue to be tough, saying that he was a stand-in, an illusion, and a quantum clone - but seeing Clark's increasingly African face, he finally wisely shut up.
When Ian was carried by Clark's back collar and landed on the Kent Family's brand new lawn, he still maintained the posture of an ostrich burying himself in the sand, as dejected as an eggplant beaten by frost.
"Escape is not the answer, Ian."
Clark taught Ian earnestly and thoughtfully.
"Bang!"
Ian Both feet finally landed,
The familiar smell of the courtyard blows in your face. This is not a ruin, not a ruin, but a complete, new, and even more magnificent Kent House than in memory.
It is not much different from the home before the first bombing. It has white walls and red tiles, as if it had never been bombed, but the restored home looks much brand new than before - even if it is in the human world, wearing a restricted skin, the power of Lucifer can indeed exert an overwriting influence on reality.
"If you said that, Dad, why do I feel that your legs don't dare to step into the courtyard of our house at all." Ian lowered his head and stared at Clark's legs that seemed to be rooted. After listening to Ian's story, Clark was a little afraid to go in. Fortunately, at this time, his Super Hearing saved him.
"Something happened in the military area that your grandpa is responsible for. For the time being, you need to face this matter by yourself." Clark stood behind Ian, folding his hands on his chest and frowning slightly.
His eyes fell on the brightly lit living room window. Lois rolled out of the window, rushed into Clark's arms in a few steps, and began to urge Clark.
"Clark!" Lois Lane rushed out of the oak door, her chestnut curly hair exploding like a frightened bird's nest. Her movement of throwing herself into her husband's arms was suspiciously exaggerated.
"Fly! Fly quickly! Clark!"
Lois's voice had the ups and downs of drinking the eighth bottle of red wine today. As Clark spoke, he unbuttoned the top shirt, as if the collar suddenly became tighter.
He is about to take off.
Ian grabbed the belt directly, and Superman skillfully abandoned the belt. This is the calmness and determination of the older generation of heroes.
"No, dad, you went to provide disaster relief, why did you have to resist mom?" Ian saw Lois in the yard and threw herself into Clark's arms, and was carried by Clark and flew up.
"Because I also have a dad, so I have to care about my dad. Yes, that's it Ian. It's time to stand alone. Oh, by the way, something is wrong with your elder brother. Be careful." Lois showed his motherly love, and then urged Clark to run quickly. Ian was left alone.
The lonely boy swallowed his saliva and stared at his restored house.
That doesn't seem like home.
Instead, it was a giant maw of the abyss that could eat him up at any time. Maybe Mom didn't think it was particularly dangerous, but what did Mom and Dad know?
Lucifer's Mother, that's a ridiculous goddess with mortals, she really sleeps. Step by step, Ian's throat felt tight as he approached the house that had been reshaped by Lucifer.
He took a deep breath and carefully opened the door and entered.
The living room is brightly lit and filled with aroma.
There are tableware for five people on the dining table, and the crystal chandelier reflects warm light.
In the living room.
"Jonathan" wearing a high-end suit is elegantly pouring black tea for Charlotte Richards. The straight man who usually wears his T-shirt inside out now actually carries the brilliance of a gentleman in his gestures.
That's not his brother, that's God, wearing his brother's vest.
Yes, the "big brother" in front of you is not a human at all, but the supreme being who created countless universes and Destruction them himself.
At this moment, Jonathan is using Jonathan's body to show courtesy to Goddess of Creation, serving tea and water, which is so humble as to be unspeakable.
The old man's soul is still there, and it is very peaceful, as if he just lent his body - God must have paid for it with his skin, and Ian guessed there must be a lot of benefits.
"Miss Charlotte, you are so radiant, like a rose in the morning light." God said exaggerated praise with Jonathan's face, and her tone was like reciting poetry.
"Oh, you are Ian's eldest brother, you are so good at talking!" Charlotte laughed so hard that he stood up immediately, "I'm going to see Ian's room."
"He must have been cute when he was little, right?"
Charlotte·Richards said, and went straight upstairs. She didn't know that she really couldn't recognize that God was wearing a vest, but she was mentally twisted and liked to play some role-playing games.
Ian knows.
This ordinary dinner may be destined to be anything but ordinary. At the same time, in the system, the reassembly of the Warhammer universe continues, but Ian still wants to take a look at his most useful pendant.
[Warhammer universe repair progress: 15%]
[God took seven days to create the world, and the system is using seven days to repair the world that Destruction has.]
There is indeed no need for Ian to round up this progress. He hid behind the pillars of his house and looked at his elder brother Jonathan with a more determined look.
"Jonathan" noticed Ian, but just shrugged, and then followed Charlotte·Richards and ran upstairs. Then he found Charlotte·Richards performing a confusion operation.
"What are you doing?"
"Jonathan" is so annoying.
Only seen.
Charlotte·Richards rolled around and rubbed around Ian's bedroom crazily. When she looked up at Jonathan, she was still holding the dinosaur doll that Ian had when she was a child.
"I just took a look at <Animal World>, and the animals in it will use their body odor to mark their territory when courting." Goddess of Creation Charlotte·Richards wore a dark blue dress with Starlight all over it today. At the moment, he was holding Ian's dinosaur doll that he should have thrown away long ago under his arm to engage in confusing behavior.
She really knows very little about the human world, and she basically just learns and applies what she learns.
"Oh, by the way, Jonathan, right, Ian, what kind of pillow does he like when sleeping? Do you have any requirements on the material and appearance of the fabrics I wear?" Goddess of Creation opened Ian's bed, as if thinking about whether he could sneak up on Ian when he was hiding in it at night.
"Jonathan"'s expression completely froze, and his eyes almost burst out with fire. He turned his head suddenly, his eyes penetrated the wall, and fell directly in front of the door downstairs - that is where Ian was standing stiffly now. There was no way, Ian was really Super Hearing, he could even hear the sound of others peeing dozens of kilometers away.
"I'm just a kid!"
Ian's heart skipped a beat, and he found that the invincibility he had just established was broken again. He turned around and wanted to run away, but the door did not move at all, as if it was welded to death.
"No such thing!"
Ian Pat hard.
Unlocking is invalid.
Physical disassembly also failed.
It was as if some mysterious force had sealed him in this small space. And just when Ian panicked and found out in despair that all the sewers were blocked.
"Oh, by the way, Jonathan, did you know that thing called a gas stove in the kitchen can be moved to the bed? I heard that African weaver birds collect shiny things when courting."
"Oh, your mom, why does it take so long for my new friend Lois to buy groceries? I'll go to the door and have a look!" At this time, Charlotte upstairs started to get up.
The woman was approaching the stairs in the corridor. Ian was so frightened that he almost jumped to the ceiling. When he looked left and right, the sound of "staring" coming down the stairs could already be heard.
Super Brain is running rapidly.
The sofa in the living room seems to have become the last refuge.
"There it is!"
Ian A slide shovel got in. He thought there was a lot of space inside, enough for him to hide himself. However, the foot of his slide shovel seemed to have directly touched something soft.
Ian Dingqing takes a look.
Then there was smoke coming out of all the orifices!
"Damn it! Ian! There is someone here!" Lucifer took out a handkerchief, wiped his cheek, and then raised the camera in his hand.
Perhaps Ian's brain is already a god-level brain, and it has chosen a hiding place that the second greatest god in the universe would choose. However, Ian, who realizes this, is not happy yet.
"Why are you here!" Ian looked at Lucifer's curled up and twisted posture, and quickly distanced himself from Lucifer and hid on the right side of the sofa.
"Collect evidence!"
Lucifer's eyes lit up, "I want to take a picture of God pretending to be human! Look at his hypocritical face! He is actually the first person to lie in the world!"
It's still the Lucifer who hates God to the core.
Ian was speechless. He listened to Lucifer's ramble, exposing God's "crime", while in the living room, "Jonathan" was still serving Goddess of Creation with a forced smile.
God How could he not know what was hidden under the sofa?
But what can he do.
He could only distract his attention by picking up food and praising his ex-wife. However, Charlotte looked at the stairs from time to time, as if he wanted to go up to "mark" again.
"I have prepared three trillion wedding dresses. I can play with Ian until the heat death of the universe." Goddess of Creation is still bullying God in front of her. God's forced smile may not last long.
"???????"
Ian was curled up under the sofa, huddled together with Lucifer, listening to the absurd conversations above their heads, and smelling the smell of dust mixed with expensive Gu Long water on Lucifer who was grinding his teeth.
He suddenly understood.
"No, Lucifer, your mother wants to sleep with me, how can you still take candid photos here? Mr. Darknet, right?" Ian's mood at this moment is extremely complicated.
He finally understood that [mental illness] was 100% created by the God family. Outside, Creator, who was chasing his wife on the old farm, was still working hard.
"Charlotte, what kind of music do you like to listen to?" "Jonathan" whose account was hacked showed a smile that was so perfect that it was false, and tapped the table with his fingers, asking knowingly.
"Classical music? Jazz? Or..."
Charlotte Richards was leaning over the wine cabinet looking for wine glasses, and replied without looking back, "I like to hear the sound of my heart beating faster, such as the movements of little Ian when I am chasing him."
She seemed to never leave Ian, which made Ian even more frightened.
And at this time.
Boom one one!!!
An earth-shaking explosion suddenly came from outside.
The ground shook violently, the glass buzzed, and even the foundations groaned. That was no ordinary bomb, but a Destruction-level energy explosion that could tear apart continents and evaporate oceans.
Of course.
It just started to explode.
The center of the explosion was shaken and was about to spread. At this moment, "Jonathan" appeared - no, it was God wearing the body of Jonathan. He frowned slightly and looked out the window.
He was riding Charlotte. Richards didn't pay attention, and quietly raised his right hand under the table, toward the window, and pressed it lightly. There was no light, no sound, and no shock wave.
That explosion, which was enough to Destruction the entire planet, was like a flame pinched by an invisible giant hand, suddenly shrinking inward and turning into a twisted darkness, and then Annihilation disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never happened.
Everything returned to calm.
"What's going on?"
Charlotte finally straightened up, holding two goblets in his hands with a confused look on his face.
"Nothing,"
God version Jonathan calmly adjusted the cuffs.
"Maybe it's the neighbor's kids playing with firecrackers."
He joked casually.
Perhaps only Ian was staring in the whole house.
"What was that just now?!" Ian felt the terrifying cosmic-level energy fluctuations just now. He was so scared that he almost bit his tongue. He lowered his voice and asked Lucifer.
The omniscient Lucifer did not turn around and continued [Mom and Dad Peeping Record].
"Someone is robbing Genesis."
"Well, it's Inspiration Recording Device that the old man outside became a sperm when he was a writer. It's not important. Do you think the Love Potion I will add to the meal later will work?"
"I think it should be useful. They are now bound to their mortal bodies. This is their biggest weakness." Lucifer asked and answered questions and continued to indulge in candid photography.
Few people know.
In the eyes of any parent.
He is a naughty kid who is even more naughty than Ian.
"Oh, by the way, the next scene is not suitable for children, so you can't watch it." Lucifer said, and wiped it on Ian's eyelids, and then a dark eye patch appeared on Ian's face.
"??????"
Ian stares at the blindfold.
My mind goes blank.
"Did you forget that I still have ears?"
After reminding Lucifer, Ian felt a little regretful.
At this moment, Ian, who feels that he should sit on the sofa and watch TV, and should not join Lucifer under the sofa, really wants to immigrate to Marvel with his whole family.
In the living room, "Jonathan" was still gently pouring wine for Charlotte, but his eyes were looking through the window at the obliterated explosion ruins on the outskirts of a certain city.
He knew that someone was at Genesis, and that Genesis had been sneaking out for a long time.
However.
The Lord doesn't care.
The night wind is howling, and the stars are like stars.
Superman Clark·Kent Holding Lois·Kent, like a red meteor streaking across the sky, behind him is a home that is brightly lit but full of undercurrents.
The night wind blew his wife Lois's blond hair into flying directions. Lois looked up at her husband's tight jawline, and the dizziness caused by the alcohol subsided a little.
"Ian. Is everything really going to be okay over there?"
she asked softly.
His fingers unconsciously tightened on Superman's neck.
"God will bless him." Clark's eyes were still locked in the distance, his pupils contracted slightly and he adjusted the focus. He thought about the terrifying speculations he had made before, but he did not dare to share them with his wife.
"So-"The person who occupies Jonathan's body is God, right?" Lois gradually sobered up, his voice trembling slightly, "What if he and Ian fight? Although Ian is more naughty, after all, he is our child and Ian did not take the initiative to make any mistakes in this matter."
"Even if Ian accidentally provoked that goddess, God must be behind it. All coincidences in the world are his careful arrangements, right?"
Lois's attitude is obviously protective of Ian, and her words are actually quite reasonable.
Hearing this, Clark's heart tightened. How could he not know this kind of thing? Although Ian is absurd, there is always a warmth belonging to humans hidden in those eyes. And God, that supreme being, acts solely by will and has no motive at all. If there is a conflict, Ian may not even be left with ashes.
Of course.
If that guess is true, Ian is indeed safer than anyone else.
"Don't worry."
Clark spoke in a low voice.
There was a trace of unnoticeable guilt in his voice, "I've been staring over there. If there is any situation that gets out of control, I will rush there as soon as possible."
No way.
He himself knew that there was no basis for his words.
In front of Creator, his super powers, Super Hearing and Heat Vision, might not even be considered scratching an itch. He once smashed an asteroid with one punch, but God could make the entire universe return to nothingness with just one thought. Thinking of this, his voice gradually became lower, and his red cloak made a sound in the airflow.
Lois knows her husband too well - how much powerlessness is hidden behind this "first moment". When the opponent is the Creator, what can even Steel Body change? She sighed in her heart and just leaned back on her broad chest.
Listen to the beating of the two hearts inside.
"I believe you."
Lois still spoke softly.
"Hmm."
Clark also nodded firmly.
He knew very well that his combat power might not mean much in front of Creator.
If God does not bless Ian.
Then he must be the only one to bless Ian.
This is not a multiple choice question.
"However, I still hope they can have a good communication result." Clark felt that his previous guess was very likely, so he chose to leave his family to Ian and God.
At this time, regarding his choice, his wife's trust was like a warm current, dispelling some of the chill. Clark took a deep breath, adjusted his direction and galloped towards the military area.
When they landed in front of Sam Lane's headquarters.
The sight before me was breathtaking.
The former military town is now in ruins. The steel bars are twisted, the concrete is broken, and the air is filled with the mixed smell of ozone and rotting flesh. Soldiers shuttle like ants among the ruins, cleaning up the remains left by the monsters - broken claws, solidified acid, and the unidentifiable Xenomorph tissues.
The destroyed military base looked like a cake that had been eaten by a giant beast. When Superman landed on the scorched earth, Sam Lane was standing on a scrapped tank directing the rescue.
"Over there, damn it, the 160,000 yuan engineering shovel is so useless? Our top military officials only received a 100,000 yuan kickback! Shouldn't the remaining 60,000 yuan be spent on alloy technology?"
The old general's white hair was like a ball of cold fire that illuminated America under the searchlight. Seeing Superman appear, he also threw away the broken engineer shovel and jumped out of the tank.
"You're here."
Sam Lane's military boots crushed a cement block with mucus. He first glanced at his daughter who was wearing a mask, and then looked at Superman seriously.
"Why did those monsters appear and disappear? I thought you were experimenting with holographic projection technology at first." Clark told the information he had observed before.
This is why he was not in such a hurry to arrive at the scene. After all, the disaster only appeared in that moment, and the disaster disappeared in the blink of an eye." We don't know the specific situation. After the laboratory over there lost control, I thought the world was going to end. I just wanted to call you.
Just see what out-of-control dangerous objects were absorbed by a burst of light." Sam Lane took out an encrypted USB flash drive from his arms. He inserted the USB flash drive into the laptop terminal and called up a surveillance video.
"The surveillance video captured a woman sitting on the chair over there, but no one saw it. Even this surveillance video seemed weird as if she suddenly appeared."
Sam Lane handed the notebook to Clark and Lois.
Top secret information once again fell into civilian hands.
In the surveillance footage, a woman wearing a white veil was sitting quietly under an oak tree among the ruins. She was wearing a floor-length skirt, flickering like an unreal thing coming out of a painting.
It wasn't until the out-of-control monsters in the laboratory appeared that she stood up as if she had been waiting for this moment. When Xenomorph, mummies and some kind of luminous object swarmed out of the laboratory, she just stood up and raised the blurry objects in her hands - all the monsters disappeared as if they were swallowed by a black hole.
Before the monsters even got close, they were sucked into the light like grains of sand, and they didn't even have time to scream. Then, she folded her umbrella and turned around to walk outside the ruins.
His steps were light, as if he was just taking a walk.
"This surveillance was discovered after the fact."
Sam·Lane's voice is tight.
"None of us saw her at the time! Not even Sentry noticed!"
"Furthermore, the file creation time of this video was some time later than the disaster, but it happened to record what happened before the disaster."
Sam Lane's tone had a hint of horror. It was indeed a bit strange. A person who shouldn't exist appeared in the surveillance camera that shouldn't exist.
Anyone else would get a chill down their spine.
"The surveillance appeared later than the disaster? That person wanted you to see this picture." Superman's pupils also dilated slightly, frowned, and watched this surveillance video several times.
The military area was in chaos, monsters were rampant, and flames were rising into the sky. Soldiers were running away in all directions. But under a dead tree, the woman had been sitting quietly for a long time before the disaster happened.
She wore a pure white dress, a white veil on her head, and held a black long-handled umbrella in her hand, as if she had nothing to do with the disaster.
I just happened to be passing by and was sitting there waiting for something.
"This woman is quite beautiful."
Lois was still a little drunk and praised the mysterious man's figure and temperament.
"She was looking for something but couldn't find it." Superman's Super Brain was running rapidly. He had already noticed that the other party's action was not the first one.
But when all the monsters appeared in the chaos, there was still nothing that the woman was looking for. The woman raised her hand and used a mysterious object to collect all the monsters. Then, in the flashing screen, the woman left, and her figure disappeared into the jungle like the Spectre.
"Can Zhe find her?"
Sam·Lane asked for help, mainly because the things stored in that laboratory were valuable property of the military. If they could not be found, it would not be just a question of whether he was responsible or not. No one knew the mystery of those things better than Sam·Lane, but the death of some people could only be regarded as unfortunate luck.
No one is sure what the mysterious woman's purpose is in bringing the experimental subjects.
"I'll try my best."
Clark did not give a definite answer. He looked around and activated his super vision. His vision instantly penetrated thousands of meters of dust, scanning every inch of land, every piece of rubble, and every shadow. The sight of this cheating ear extended to hundreds of miles away, passing through the wilderness,
Rivers, mountains.
The retina seems to be able to spread out.
Spread in every corner of the earth.
Like an invisible net, Superman's line of sight covers most areas on the earth.
"Not in the country, not in the north - I found Zhe!" Clark's sight penetrated through the buildings, crossed the desert and the ocean, and finally locked on the Nile River - the veiled woman opened her palms, and a chaotic light swirled in her palms. The bald man knelt on one knee, his lips parted as if he was reciting an oath.
Meet the enterprise situation.
Clark was about to activate the super speed force, listen to the woman's voice, and judge whether she was an enemy or a friend. However, at this moment, the veiled woman seemed to feel the gaze.
She suddenly turned her head.
The art of time seems to be frozen.
Not looking in a certain direction in the wilderness, not looking at the sky.
Instead, she looked directly into Clark's eyes. Even though she was thousands of miles away, even if Clark was in America's Metropolis, the woman in Egypt still locked her eyes accurately on Clark.
In the pupils of Superman.
It reflected her face.
Under the veil, there is a pair of golden pupils - they are not ordinary Superman eyes, Clark seems to feel a vastness like history and contemporary art in the other person's eyes.
Clark's pupils reflected those golden eyes, as if staring at an endless river of time. His super senses captured countless overlapping images at that moment - boulders of civilization were raised up by invisible hands, stars were born again Annihilation in the void, and the rise and fall of countless beings flowed like mortal horses.
Just when his biological intuition started to give a sharp warning.
The veiled woman suddenly tilted her head.
Later.
Clark felt like the world was spinning.
The land under his feet suddenly disappeared, and the military base, Lois, and Sam Lane in front of him all disappeared without a trace like pencil drawings erased by an eraser. Instead, there was an endless gray mist, which flowed around him like living creatures, and even Heat Vision could not dispel it in the slightest.
"I can feel that there is no malice, who is it?" Superman is suspended in the fog of this ocean of consciousness, and the Huaihuai exudes light like the sun, but it can only illuminate an area around it.
"What is this place?"
he asked loudly.
The suffocating sound of silk rubbing against each other came from deep in the mist.
That erotic figure is looming.
The sound was like an echo seeping out of the cracks in time.
"I am the last note in a forgotten lullaby..."
Hearing the words, it seemed as if the wind was blowing by. Clark turned around suddenly and found that the sound came from behind. A pale hand stretched out from the mist, and the fingertips brushed his cloak.
"I am the burning ember on the pages of history...:"
Another voice fell from above the head.
Superman looked up and saw the hem of the veil hanging down like an upside-down waterfall.
"Of course, I am also the time lord whose mortal echoes in the little boy's dream will accompany you until the end." This time the voice was close to my ears.
Clark's super speed allowed him to move ten meters laterally, but he still couldn't close the distance - the veiled woman stood in front of his nose, breathing Art's breath very peacefully.
"Zhe can call me-"
She raised her hand.
A ball of unpredictable light condenses on the fingertips.
"Paradox."
Nake gently tapped Clark's forehead with his finger.
Instant art in contact.
Superman saw his memories emerging like films - Kansas's Wheat Field was growing backwards, and Fortress of Solitude was moving backwards into the distance of the starry sky.
Even the flames of the Krypton explosion are returning to the core.
"Wait Clark and go to the back handle.
Falling into a collapsing starry sky. The last scene he saw was the woman who called herself Paradox retracting her fingers, with the corners of her mouth looming upturned under the veil.
The arc was exactly the same as Ian's smile when he succeeded in his prank.