【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Anthony wakes up in the dark. He could confirm that he was awake by feeling a frame under his pillow.

He sat up, touched the head of the bed, and turned on the light.

A bleak white light immediately filled the room. He was in a corner of a hall, with a folding bed only a meter wide, with only a pillow and a blanket.

He glanced at the electronic clock, and it was only three o'clock in the morning. But he couldn't sleep anymore, so he got out of bed and walked to the nearest shelf.

Ordinary alloy shelves are stocked with unusual jars.

Anthony stood in front of the shelf, looking greedily at the ten hearts. They are all robust, with full coronary incisions, quietly half-floating in the blue fluid. Chemicals and magic carvings on the jar keep them alive.

They are almost perfect, because their owners have almost perfect living habits, do not smoke, do not drink, do not take drugs, do not stay up late, do not prostitute or eat and drink, insist on exercising, plus the genes are good.

Anthony tapped lightly on one of the jars: "Mihui, you'll take me to Alexander, won't you?"

"You are all saints, no stain, brave and kind, if you can go to heaven, you will definitely go to heaven to get Alexander back..."

- Clark looked at the computer in front of him, his brain empty. Now his palms are sweating, and he can't write anything. He didn't know if he had made the right decision.

No one thought him was strange, because now his colleagues were in shock.

"Mr. Superman, people are questioning your true identity, can you reveal some of that?"

"I'm really not human. I'm from Krypton, but I grew up on Earth

..."Photographer Jimmy: "Mom, it turns out that there really are aliens in the world..."

Louise stepped on her high heels and rushed menacingly: "Clark! How did you get Superman to agree to your interview?"

was frightened by her, sat back in his chair, and swallowed: "That's how I am... Such... Well, I don't know why he said yes..."

Perry rushed over: "Very good, Clark! This time we managed to get the lead! You interview Superman again next week!

" Clark grimaced: "This... Editor-in-chief, the initiative is not in my hands..."

Perry patted him on the shoulder with trust: "With the first time, there is a second time! I believe in you, Clark! The headlines are handed over to you!"

Clark covered his face and buried himself on the table.

The computer is ticking, and the fan group led by Anthony is urging the update again.

"Rao, what should I do?"

-

Anthony did a simple experiment, washed his hands and came out, turning on the TV at will.

When he washed the apples and came out, it happened to be the live broadcast of Lex Luthor's press conference.

Luthor is young and promising, and after inheriting his father's business, he has carried it forward, and is now the richest man in the metropolis, the kind that completely surpasses it. Now he was expressing his claim: "Kryptonians do not belong to Earth, and those who are not of our race must have different hearts, who knows what he is thinking about? And the superhuman strength is too strong, there is no binding power..."

Anthony clicked down on a piece of apple, in fact, Luthor was quite reasonable.

At this time, someone handed the microphone up: "Mr. Luthor, what about Superman's exploits for humanity so far, and according to you, is it to be erased?"

Anthony looked at it, isn't this the little reporter next door?

", I mean don't trust Superman completely, let alone deify Superman. In fact, those powers that are called miracles, humans themselves can do it. The Lex Group has recently been working on a new type of robot. The point is, we have to have superhuman weaknesses or weaknesses..."

Oh, it turned out to be an opportunity to expand our power. However, Anthony likes to deal with ambitious people.

He pulled out his notepad and wrote "Lex Luthor."

-

Clark put his forehead on the table in a decadent manner, and the "empathetic" Anthony was still reading aloud the fans' reminder messages opposite: "Little kite, how many leave notes have you written, I'm really uncomfortable..."

6...16, they don't have to waste postage, I can go into the kitchen and get a knife now.

Clark: "Leave me alone, Anthony."

Anthony smiled enough and patted the table gently: "Okay, eat quickly, otherwise the steak will be cold." Clark

: "Do you say that if you are powerful

, you have to be targeted?" "It's not targeted, how to put it, Luthor's words are a bit extreme, but in essence, strength should definitely be restrained, for example, the famous 'You can swing your fist, but you can't hit someone else's nose'.

Clark wrinkled his nose.

"In fact, the most obvious constraint is public power. Although Superman is a private act, because of his strength and uniqueness, he is no longer treated as an ordinary citizen. He needs supervision.

Clark was lost in thought.

"Maybe Superman has some kind of problem, like, like on TV, being caught and dissected or something... Then I don't know what to do. But, well, the real heroes will be revered by the people.

"By the way, Clark, do you have a camera?

Can you borrow it?" "Yes, what are you going to do?" "

Tomorrow the kids will actually do it, and I'm going to take pictures of them." Whether it's success or making a fool of yourself, it's all good memories, isn't it?"

Clark pulled out his camera bag and handed it to Anthony. Anthony tried to take a casual picture of Clark and then look at it.

As soon as he slipped his hand, he turned over the previous record. In the photo, Superman shows his trademark smile at the camera, and the point is that his arm is obviously raised, and at first glance it is not someone else's picture.

"Clark, aren't these photos of you Superman's selfies

?" Clark: "What?!, didn't I interview Superman yesterday, he thought I didn't shoot well, so he took a few of them himself..."Oh my God, what am I talking about?"

Fortunately, Anthony didn't pursue it further: "Can you give me this picture?"

-

On Saturday morning, Anthony calls a friend in Gotham while heating up a sandwich.

I hit it three times, but it didn't get through. Anthony is a little strange, Jack is a hard-working social animal, and he hasn't slept since his wife Sally became pregnant, and even called him in the middle of the night because Sally was sick.

By the way, Sally's due date is approaching, maybe she is in the hospital, and she forgot to answer the phone.

Or rather... In Gotham, it's not uncommon for the door to be destroyed one day.

Anthony picks up a heavy lead box and goes out, and Clark opens the door: "Anthony, where are you going?"

"Go to Gotham to see friends." "

Gotham is dangerous, stay safe. "

Don't worry, I've got a gun. "

I don't know why, it's so close to Gotham, but the climate is very different. The metropolis is always sunny and the rain is not very gloomy. But Gotham is always cloudy or rainy, and the sun rarely shines, which makes it look very eerie.

Anthony blends into the indifferent crowd.

He first sought out Jack Napier's house, but banged the door but there was no response. I knocked on the door of my neighbor's house and paid twenty dollars to learn that Jack had taken his wife to the hospital a week earlier.

Time was pressing, so he went to his own base first.

Metropolis is the new map, after all, and Gotham is the old lair.

The underground base belonged only to him, one-third was an arsenal, one-third was a laboratory and raw material room, one-third was encrypted, and the remaining twenty hearts, various magical materials and books, and... The relics of his parents and brother.

Anthony hurriedly dropped a kiss on the dry corpse and burrowed into the laboratory. To be on the safe side, he brought only semi-finished products, which needed to be further processed.

Five tubes of reagents, keep one tube, and put the rest into the sandwich of the lead box. The outside is a natural opal wrapped in soft velvet.

Leaving the base, he stood in front of the inconspicuous house and waited for a while, when a dusty modified car stopped in front of him. He got into the car and said to the driver, "Iceberg Restaurant." The

driver helped the rearview mirror: "Sir, the Penguin's latest batch of munitions has not been delivered." "

The people's teacher is somewhat abrupt in the iceberg restaurant. He was not wearing a formal suit, the top button of his shirt was not buttoned, a handkerchief hung from his breast pocket, thin-rimmed glasses, and white sneakers.

The waiter tried to take the box, but he avoided it. He was ushered into the elevator and watched as the waiter pressed a button that wasn't there.

The elevator sank, and he was taken into a place that was even more intoxicating than the above.

"Mr. Copote, it's a good thing.

"Mr. Pate, it's hard to see you.

"There's no way, there's no power, you can only hide underground to protect yourself. “