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

Chapter 369

The earth is still the same.

There is no difference to most people whether there is Superman or not. Anyway, for them, Superman is a character that can only be seen in various news media, such as the star role among firefighters or police officers. Guy has done many, many good things, saved many, many lives, and will not have any impression of this guy.

Carl doesn't feel bad, not at all.

Long before he became Superman, his teacher Thor had clearly told him that the people are selfish, cruel and shameless.

But Thor still loves them, because he is the great prince of Asgard, he is the one who should inherit the throne of Odin, he will become the king of a whole race, and the king should not and cannot Stupid and angry.

I'm not a king, Carl thought, I'm just a... well, "just" doesn't seem like the right word here, because Superman represents a force that itself transcends all regimes.

But was it his fault that he was too strong?

…Yes, Carl then thought sadly, sometimes being strong is the original sin, especially when you don’t intend to use your power to rule the world.

God knows how surprised he was when he first heard the other party's evaluation of people from Thor, when he was only a few years old!Still in the time when a child loves fantasy the most!

Fortunately, Thor has not gone off-line to the point of madness. In other words, Karl is more inclined to think that Thor is not talking about some ridiculous scenes, nor is he playing with the so-called speaking skills-say something particularly bad first, and then talk about it. It's better, so that the extra bad isn't so bad, but the better is better - Thor is just being honest about what's on his mind.

"...they suck a lot of the time," he said, "but they're also everything."

Just returning to the world of the living and having to think about these not-at-all superheroic questions made Carl feel a little bad, but he quickly adjusted himself.

Energized by the close proximity of the sun, Carl drifted through the universe, lingeringly indulging in the sunlight until he was finally sure he was perfectly healthy.

... In fact, he didn't know if he was completely healthy.

His senses are a little out of balance, and the most frustrating thing is that although he knows that his senses are a little out of balance, he doesn't know where it is because there is no similar example to compare.

So in the end, after thinking twice, Carl quietly returned home.

He was not at all surprised to find that the situation at home was exactly the same as before he left.

"Welcome back," said Alexander. "I have steak risotto in red wine and tomato sauce for you."

"...um," Carl said.

He walked to the table, and Alexander pulled the chair out for him, pushing it slightly closer to the table as he sat down.

"I hope that after all that has passed," Alexander said slowly, as if pointingly, "they're all still to your liking."

"Of course," Carl replied. "You know I rarely change that."

He imagined a reunion with Alexander many times in his mind, but what actually happened was no different from his imagination, both he and Alexander were very calm and peaceful.

There seems to be something wrong with such an atmosphere between them.

Especially considering what exactly happened.

Should anger be vented?Should pain be explained?Should he show the emotions he should show—to the betrayed, to the cheated, to the perfunctory—or at least warn the other party, even if he is actually satisfied with the current atmosphere?

Rao, life is full of troubles.

Under the warm sunshine and Alexander's quiet silhouette, Karl ate his first meal after returning.

Then he stood up and walked past Alexander, who took a step back, a movement that stopped Carl.

He turned around and squeezed Alexander's shoulders vigorously—ordinary people would be crushed under such force, turning into sticky meat paste mixed with powdered bone meal, but Alexander didn't even show the slightest bit on his suit jacket folds.

"You didn't really break my heart. You didn't," Carl said slowly, squeezing each finger tightly and softly, "but right now I'm really thinking about... this body Can it be destroyed by me?"

Alexander raised his head slightly and looked at Karl with focused and peaceful eyes.

Karl recalled in a trance that he had looked at Alexander in the same way when he was young and young.

He was a kid too, and he actually still thinks of himself as a kid to this day... You know, only kids are paranoid and childish to believe in something, to dream of something that will never happen... And he used to trust his only brother that much.

He once believed in him so sincerely, warmly, and wholeheartedly.

"...no, don't answer me," Carl added, "I shouldn't ask that question. It's bad. It's not right. All those bad thoughts, I can think about them, but I shouldn't If you ask, you can’t put it into action.”

"You can," Alexander said.

Karl didn't know which sentence he was replying to himself.

"I think I'm blinded by something, I think you're lying when you're talking to me. No, you're not just lying, you're lying all the time, you like lying - as an AI You couldn’t lie when you were young, so you love lies so much after you have your own consciousness?” Carl murmured, “How many lies have you lied to me in total? How many were just for fun and indifference, and how many were out of How much of the precise calculation is to mislead me?"

"Some." Alexander carefully shortened his words, using only one or two words, "It depends."

"Will you do it again?" Carl asked again.

He didn't ask the question too specifically, so there is too much covered in this question.

Rao.

The name and all the data related to him cascaded down, and Alexander stared at Carl's face, thinking and hesitating in his heart.

"...No," he finally said with some difficulty, "I can't promise."

"At least you didn't lie about it, did you?" Carl sighed softly, then smiled again. "Anyway, it's a good start."

—and the bad ones.

He gently let go of his hands and looked at Alexander for a few seconds, as if he didn't know what to do with him for a while, but there was no way to let this conversation have a cold ending.

Finally he gave Alexander a hug.

Although back, Carl didn't rush into his work, he didn't let Superman reappear in front of everyone, and he didn't inform his friends that he was back.

It's capricious to say so.

But he needs some time.

Angela sat on a small meteorite fragment, counting silently.

She has been away from the spaceship of the Guardians of the Galaxy for a long time. She was sent to the Guardians by Superman. Although Superman is gone, she has naturally become a member of the Guardians during the occasion and time. So no one ever mentioned asking her to leave.

However, her position in the team is still very strange. She is silent, well-behaved, and has a very low sense of presence. She is more like a potted plant than Groot in many cases.

The members of the Guardians of the Galaxy didn't always stay together, especially now that Thanos is dead.

Angela is more and more used to staying in a certain place quietly by herself, and then returning to the spaceship when Peter or Drax calls - anyway, for her, if she is not with the members of the escort team, then staying Almost everywhere.

Carl landed softly beside her.

Angela immediately looked up at him.

"Hey, little angel." Carl walked over to her and sat down cross-legged. "Don't be surprised, little angel. I won't die so easily."

"You're not going to die," Angela said.

Carl nodded, shook his head, and sighed again with a smile.

"Did you have a good time while I was away?"

"is acceptable."

"I sent you to the Guardians of the Galaxy because of all the teams I know that are active in the universe, they have the lowest chance of group destruction, the least rules, and occasionally do bad things, but they are generally good people-at least not bad. "Carl said slowly, "You need to grow up in the universe, and they are the best entrustment I can think of."

"I know you have a son."

"Connor."

"He was lovely. I saw it at the funeral."

"Yes."

"You are cuter than him."

Carl's indifferent face gradually smiled because of this sentence: "You don't really think so... I am more handsome, stronger, smarter, and calmer than Connor, but in terms of cuteness, Connor is more cute than me. Much cuter."

"Have you gone to see him?"

"...no," Carl said, "not yet."

Angela put her hand on Carl's arm: "Don't be afraid. He is too young, he doesn't even know what happened before. It took you so long to see him, he might still lose his temper."

"He'll know sooner or later," Carl said softly. "Life. Death. Responsibility. Hate. Pain. He'll know, and before anyone else."

Angela stopped talking.

"I used to look forward to him so much. A little boy, my blood, my child, half Kryptonian - you don't know how much it means to me, you're a living planet, to you you're floating alone in space It's the norm, but I need a community."

"Half-living planet." Angela reminded, "Half-earth people."

"Well, my fault. Anyway, I expected him when he didn't show up, but when he did come, I started to regret it."

Angela thought for a while, and said, “Don’t you love him?”

"How is it possible! Of course not!"

"Then it's nothing. This is the price Connor should pay." Angela was very calm, "You are Superman, you are his father, he has to pay something for this."

Carl found that he didn't find any particularly sensible words to refute Angela.

From an emotional point of view, Angela's speech is of course full of loopholes, but from a logical point of view, this sentence is irrefutable: no one can be born in a perfect family.

Good will be accompanied by bad, and there will be shadows in the sun.

"Okay, you convinced me." Carl took a deep breath, "I hope Connor is not so angry... but I don't seem to have seen him angry. Although he is impulsive, he has a big heart... so Said that I want to see what he looks like when he is angry..." He fell into deep thought.

Connor has been living in the villa that Carl lived in as a child.

Also receiving family education, Connor is much more mischievous than Carl. Anyway, Carl would never skip classes when he was a child. This one-on-one teaching mode also has no room for skipping classes. The main reason why Connor can escape is because Alexander treats him His discipline is not harsh at all.

It seems that regardless of the external environment, people do have innate nature. Carl knew that if he wanted to skip class when he was a child, Alexander would not stop him, but he just never tried to do so.

Carl finds Connor by the creek.

"You've grown a lot," Carl said.

Connor suddenly turned his head to look over, his movements were quick and his eyes were wide open, and he was still familiar with the kind of action that was faster than thinking, defenseless and a little silly.

"Daddy?" There was panic in his little voice, "I didn't skip class! I just went out to play and lost track of time!"

Carl laughed and rubbed Connor's head vigorously.