Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Chapter 387

Carl has a special gift for storytelling, and Dick has always known it.

Dick knew Cal well before meeting Superman in a real sense—not the kind you watched on television, but the kind you met face to face and talked to.

Well, it can’t be said that I understand it very well, it’s more like connecting with a good buddy who plays games together?

Wait, it feels even weirder to say that, but back to the original topic, Dick knew from a very early age that Carl was good at telling a plain story with a lot of wit.

So both he and Bruce were surprised by the series of events that happened after Karl appeared at the Avengers press conference.

This kind of thing is very Carl's style. Only those who are familiar with him know that Carl's nature is not as pure and innocent as people imagine. He is quite keen to put on an innocent face after pranks, so that you have to dismiss him. suspicion.

Dick felt a little bit disillusioned when he first discovered this... No wonder, Dick thinks Karl has become a lot more friendly, okay?It is no longer the kind of high above, always wearing a perfect smile that can make international headlines, but a lively friend who plays games and tells jokes together.

Even though he knew that Carl had a lot of routines, Dick still had a great time chasing the news and the progress of the events.

Bruce was unwilling to participate in such boring activities, and he was still sleeping soundly in bed at this point, but for the fact that Dick used the software he made for data collection to capture, organize and integrate all the information related to this incident on the Internet Behavior, but did not say anything.

But Bruce didn't care much about Dick using the software he made to do some insignificant things... It's just that he would educate Dick afterward, reminding him not to use the software for private use.

In short, Dick has a unique advantage over everyone else in order to keep up with the event updates.

First of all, he knows what kind of personality Carl is, and he can roughly guess Carl's brain circuit; The truth is clear—

He saw another article that discussed "How worthy Carl and Tony are, and how unworthy Carl and Lex are". What are you kidding about? Where did outsiders get their faces to point out other people's feelings?

I don't know what's going on in the actual situation. I think I have grasped the truth when I see a fragment of the overall situation. .

Dick's fingers were ready to move, but in the end he held back after weighing the pros and cons. After all, it takes time to find a reason to scold someone. If you have this time, you might as well read other comments.

He saw the news as soon as Carl published the new Facebook with the dual advantages of hardware and software.

It's the... lyric that seems to vaguely imply that he has some beautiful (secret love) feelings for Superman that are too beautiful to describe in words.

"It's so good at playing." Dick stared at the bat computer, and he could only use this sentence to explain his mood, "No wonder the plot of the game is so boring..."

After that message was successfully sent, within 1 minute, Carl posted new content.

"He's my hero," he said.

This sentence seems to be a fix after discovering the misleading nature of the last Facebook post, but it is also a bit like a supplement to the previous message... So what does this sentence mean?

Claire almost lost her mind.

In the end, she had to admit that this sentence was indeed offensive and defensive. How to explain it depends on Carl's next reaction.

The comments in the comment area were as confused as hers.

——I couldn't understand the development of the incident at all. At first I thought it was Luther's mental derailment, and the little prince broke up in anger; After the two failed to pursue the flower of the high mountain at the same time, they saw the right eye and got married, but when Luthor did not change his original intention, it seemed that the little prince was not so single-minded...

——The expensive circle is really chaotic.

——Then here comes the question, how does Kaolin Flower feel?

——The flower of the high mountain belongs to the metropolis.Rebuttals are not accepted.

—I wish he was still alive to see this farce.He must have smiled helplessly and shook his head...

Claire's mood suddenly became heavy.

She opened the forum, absently browsing through the meaningless garbled codes and screams. Behind those anonymous comments were forum members who were about to explode into fireworks, and there was a sea of ​​joy everywhere in jj.

Maybe it's because the focus on this matter is too real.

Perhaps it was because she had realized that she was not actually an outsider in this matter.

Maybe because of a strange sense of guilt.

Claire exited the forum and gently closed the computer.

Another party involved in the incident, Tony.Stark, there has been no movement so far.

The media dispatched private planes and aerial cameras to search for Tony's whereabouts, expecting to learn more from him, but they didn't know that Tony was still competing with his new equipment in the laboratory-the latest model of armor was installed by Karl. After a coat of kindergarten-style spray paint, he lost his momentum, and he had a terrible headache, and he had long forgotten what happened before.

Pep... Pep's number will always be in a state of being busy and half paralyzed after the announcement of the new news. During this period of time, Pep's temper is comparable to that of a female Tyrannosaurus rex. No one dares not to hold it at this time Tune something to bother her.

At most, after routinely inquiring about Tony's latest plan, he pretended to mention a few words casually.

"I don't know." Pep said, half speechless and half dumbfounded, "I can only tell you that Tony is definitely not with Carl. Absolutely."

Her decisive tone seemed to reveal something, and the person on the other end of the phone immediately realized that there seemed to be some secret behind it: "So the rumors are true? You and Stark..."

"No comment." Pep hung up the phone.

She tucked the tablet under her arm and dialed Carl's number as she walked.

"Carl?" she said softly when the call was connected. "Listen, I don't know what you're thinking. I'll deal with the rumors... I hope they don't bother you."

"I hope they won't bother you." Carl's voice softened, "I'm sorry, did I increase your workload?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing, honey," Pep said humorously. "It's not Tony's prerogative to give me extra work."

"..."

"I don't know your situation, and I don't know what happened to you...I just want to say, welcome back, Carl, welcome back." Pep said softly, "Tony was about to collapse after you left, I never I've never seen him blame himself so much, he was also in pain after Mr and Mrs Stark's death, but these two kinds of pain are different... He seems to feel that what happened to you is his responsibility."

"...I know, I know." Carl slowed down his voice, "This is all my responsibility."

"This is 'your group' responsibility, not just your responsibility," Pep said, trying to reassure her, but the tablet was already on, someone was trying to connect to a video call with her, and The other party was obviously something she couldn't dismiss casually, so she had to hastily ended the conversation, "...I still have work, Carl, we must get together when we have time...I will discuss it with Wanda. Welcome back."

She accepted the video call request.

Moxi's face appeared on the tablet computer, heavy makeup could not conceal the blue and black eyes, and the bloodshot eyes: "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon," Pep said quietly. "I guess you didn't come to me for work."

"...Is he okay?"

"What do you think?" Pep asked back, his tone couldn't be described as bad, but his expression and attitude definitely had nothing to do with friendliness, "Regardless of the previous things, his death," Pep choked, "really? Fake, he's definitely not 'good' right now."

"I regret that."

"I'm curious about the strange relationship between you and Luther. Even if he personally sent you to die for his own selfish desires, would you do so without hesitation?"

"..."

"I see," Pep said, almost pityingly. "It's a sad life."

"I don't think so," Mercy said. "I know exactly who the boss is and don't expect anything from him. What about you? Pep, can you do it?"

Pep was speechless.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Bruce walked down the stairs slowly in his pajamas.

Dick was sitting in the hall playing with his mobile phone. When he saw Bruce, he just raised his head and said hello with a smile: "You're finally awake? You don't know what's going on outside, but Luthor can still stay calm. He's on time. Attending today's meeting, it seems to be a meeting with the Minister of Defense... Someone asked him about his relationship, but he avoided it. Tsk, typical Luthor style."

Alfred, who was elusive, had already delivered breakfast and newspapers to his master, and Bruce finished flipping through them in a few clicks, folded the newspapers, and threw them aside.

He didn't answer Dick's words, but told Afu lazily: "Get ready, Karl is coming to visit soon. Either tonight or tomorrow."

Dick smacked his lips: "It seems that we all know what kind of character he is..."

And the protagonist in their mouth, Carl, has already thrown all the melon-eating people he disturbed into the back of their minds.

A public figure doesn't need to show his personality too much, anyway, no matter what you do, you will be misunderstood. If you don't show and argue, at least you can pretend that the person you are talking about is not yourself at all, and you can feel at ease. All evaluations of one's own identity are thrown into the back of one's mind.

What message does he want to convey to the outside world?Let them guess, no one would think that he didn't intend to convey any news, and he didn't do it to stimulate Lex-he would definitely visit friends one by one when he got home, and now he just used Carl ．In the identity of Al, I just visited my friends again.

Lex doesn't need any external stimulation at all. Lex doesn't care about anyone's opinion. When he cares about your opinion, it only means that he needs to use you by reading your thoughts.

So, the only problem is that Carl didn't come out with Lex to deal with all the speculation before visiting his friends.

This behavior is somewhat inappropriate.

But from his own point of view, there was nothing to blame, and after Lex really did the worst thing, it was remarkable that he was still sober now.

He has been back for a long time, but he still hasn't heard a word from Lex.

Things always seem to be in a loop - their state is always at a stalemate with each other.

The best state is to stalemate each other.

Tony is still tossing around in the laboratory, the sound of ding ding dong dong is endless, he occasionally talks to himself, occasionally jumps and curses, occasionally pours beer and throws empty cans everywhere, waiting for the little clumsy Stack the jars one by one.

But more often, Tony is focused and silent, and no one can enter his world at this time.

The best thing about being with your best friend is that you don't want to talk or look at him all the time, you are very close but also very independent, you don't try to influence him and neither does he trying to influence you.

You spend the whole day with him and it seems like only five seconds have passed.

But with Lex, there's never a moment when he doesn't want Lex's attention to be on himself, and Lex no doubt thinks so too.

They hug when they are not in contact, and communicate when they are not looking at each other. Everything is like the legendary true love:

You don't even know you're disabled until you meet someone.

Every second he spends with Lex, he wants to extend into a whole life.

In another city far away, Lex stood on the terrace, pinching the phone with a black screen and looking at the starry sky.

He wasn't angry, he wasn't sad, and he didn't seem to be surprised by what was lost.

He just stood there, silent as a stone statue.