"As expected, you are still awesome. Alas, you solved the difficult problem for me so easily."
Superboy fiddled with the figures in his cabinet, then looked at his bed and table, and spoke with emotion, his tone full of gratitude, and even his voice was trembling.
It was too difficult for him. His family's incomprehension and alienation made him extremely painful. Today, Deathstroke only used a few scenes to reverse everything.
Sure enough, in a dark world, if you want to achieve something, you need a dark plan. The means may be shady, but the result is correct and just, so that is the best way.
"This is just the beginning, don't be too happy too early."
Su Ming handed Superboy a bottle of soda and asked him to drink it to moisten his throat while he said:
"Now you have just changed your family's impression of you. Next, you need to consolidate your character. And I remind you that after you acted like this today, you will continue to act like this in the future. You'd better be mentally prepared."
"No problem, I always wanted to be a superhero, but I just suffered from the fact that others didn't admit it." Superboy raised his neck and took a big sip, exhaled, and raised his eyebrows: "As long as people respect me, I am real.
Superman, protecting them is no big deal, why not just patrol the earth a few times every day? Just have the hands."
Seeing that he didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, Su Ming didn't bother to say anything. Anyway, as long as he was determined to act for the rest of his life.
"Okay, but after the overall plan is completed, as a superhero, you can't kill people casually. If you encounter someone who provokes you, just endure it for the time being, go home and contact the adjutant, and she will send a bionic killer to help you solve the problem. I understand.
Yet?"
Superboy's temper is not very good. He is a typical submissive donkey. Once he encounters someone or something that doesn't go his way, he is quicker to act than to speak. He never gets used to other people's faults.
So Deathstroke wants to remind him about this aspect, because when playing Superman, it is best not to kill anyone unless it is absolutely necessary.
You can kill secretly, you can also ask someone to help you kill, but you can't tear off other people's heads openly, let alone kill someone's whole family with a crooked smile.
"I understand, you are so good to me." Little Superboy hugged Deathstroke emotionally and patted his back: "I swear to God, if you need my help for anything in the future, even if you have to catch God and give him a beating
, I didn’t even say a word, you are my half-brother!”
"Oh? Have you ever thought about it? If this is the case, then you and Deadpool will become brothers. He will eat with you, leak urine while sleeping on your bed, and use your toilet to poop."
It's too cheesy to say. Although this is indeed the reward Su Ming wants, so that Superboy will work for free in the future and make full use of him, but this person obviously has real feelings for this, which makes him feel a little embarrassed.
So the Supreme Mage chose to lighten the mood with a joke.
"vomit"
Only halfway through the joke, Superboy seemed to have an upset stomach and started to retching.
Seeing this scene, Su Ming shook his head in amusement. Sure enough, his little cousin was more powerful. Superboy Supreme was still a human being after all.
The family quickly packed up their belongings and moved them into Jerry's pickup truck. Everyone got into the car one after another. After saying goodbye to the neighbors they met on the road, the vehicle drove out of the town and drove away along the road into the distance.
Originally, his home was closely monitored by various government agents, but Su Ming had already taken care of these people. The strangulation not only killed the monitors silently, but also turned their corpses into his own nourishment.
A bunch of worthless memories were obtained, let’s not mention them for now, but the different departments corresponding to these agents have provided inspiration for the adjutant’s process of creating black materials.
It won't be long before Laurie investigates the 'truth' and will see that these familiar secret services have done a lot of bad things to Clark, the kind that can't be cleaned up.
This town is not big, and there are farmlands not far from the street. Soon the asphalt road turned into an uneven dirt road. The family was swaying left and right in the car, but everyone was still smiling.
The house can be left alone and the family is here. Compared with those who died in the city, this is happiness. Shouldn't you cry instead of laughing, causing misfortune to fall on you?
Jerry drove the car, Naomi sat in the passenger seat, and the two young people sat in the back seat to facilitate communication.
Laurie finally had time to look through the things she took out from the mayor's office. Although some of the information may have been taken away by the murderers, the things left behind were also valuable.
Investigative reporters, like detectives, have a special skill in piecing together clues from details.
If you don't have the ability to reason, you won't be able to do this job well.
While flipping the paper, the female reporter chatted with her boyfriend: "When was the last time we hung out like this?"
"When we graduated from high school, you shot a squirrel on the mountain, I remember." Superboy was also wearing a red and blue armor, which made him look a little funny sitting in the car, like he was riding a speedster.
It was like driving on a donkey cart, but he was enjoying it now.
After all, flying around by yourself is fast, but how can such a trip be atmospheric?
Yes, he knows that things are just a drama, and his attitude towards this is to travel, not to escape.
Uninformed people will of course be afraid, because in just a short period of time, the law enforcement and administrative systems of major cities in the United States have almost ceased to exist. Now TV and the Internet are full of all kinds of bad news, ranging from pickup trucks to
You can also hear it on old car radios.
First, they talked about how many people had died somewhere, and where the buildings had collapsed, and then which celebrities were killed. The bad news enveloped them in a way that was more powerful than a tsunami.
"Yes, it always feels like time has passed in the blink of an eye." Laurie nodded. She didn't know that the earth had been destroyed once, and she was resurrected. She was not sensitive to the lack of time. For her, her boyfriend
He just disappeared for a few years: "Clark, what do you think happened to our earth? Why did it become like this?"
As soon as this question came out, the parents in the front row turned their heads, obviously wanting to hear it.
"I don't know. There are many enemies, and they are all hiding in the darkness." Superboy began to lie again. He was not a particularly skilled lie, but it seemed that he was thinking seriously: "But there is no doubt that this is a time to destroy the world.
It’s a crisis, and I don’t know if there’s anyone behind the scenes.”
"Have you ever encountered such a situation before?" Laurie pursed her lips and nodded slowly: "I mean, it's something that hasn't been recorded in comics."
"Yes, I have done many good deeds, but they have not been drawn. Among them is the experience of helping a parallel world fight against the crisis of annihilation."
Superboy patted his chest and became hardened again:
"So after I send you to the cabin, I will go investigate what is going on. Then I will bring back all the information and clues I found to you."