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

Chapter 360

Lex felt that too many things happened today.

The unsightly briefcase was placed less than a step away from him, but the dangerous warning it aroused in his heart--the kind of complex emotions that cannot be expressed in words and words, is almost the same as his Emotional equivalent of confronting enraged Superman.

He stood still and did not move for a long time, and the person who had been waiting quietly in the dark also remained silent, as if he had enough patience to watch this confrontation until the end of the world.

"...This is not the attitude that a collaborator should have, Mr. Holmes, I thought you would maintain the minimum courtesy." Lex said a little unbearably, "I think what we need is a face-to-face conversation."

"But what I see is that you're bothered by something else," Mycroft said. "It's him again, isn't it?"

Under the circumstances, Mycroft's remarks amounted to nothing more than outright ridicule.

He was actually laughing at Lex.

Carl.Al once established a very good friendship with him. When both parties expressed their intentions and tried to match each other's pace, both Carl and Mycroft would admit that when they get along with each other, the atmosphere is much better than theirs. The best ideas are even better.

Driven by cautious guard, sincere respect, and moderate curiosity, they did have a genuine friendship.

But McCallought.A man like Holmes has a special gift:

You will be surprised to find that they are hot with you one second, and they will simply extend an olive branch to your enemy the next second, which does not mean that they are hypocritical when interacting with you— —Even if they were, it would be hard for you to see that their words were wrong—it was just that they were too good at changing camps.

Everyone knows to weigh the pros and cons and make choices, but only people like them can weigh the pros and cons and make choices with a kind of ruthlessness that is completely stripped of emotion.

So it doesn't pay to be their friend, and they can always put their feelings behind them for the greater good.

Mycroft knew exactly who Superman was.

He's so obsessed with humans and the planet, and he doesn't try to hide it.

But at the same time, Mycroft also knew that Lex.Who is Luther.

He is too obsessed with Superman, and has long since been destroyed by this obsession.

"If our promise to each other is still valid, Mr. Holmes, I can't understand why you came to the Metropolis specifically." Lex's eyes avoided the briefcase, "The longer you stay here, the more It’s easy to reveal your identity—if I remember correctly, your bounty is still on the lists of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Eye of the Sky.”

"They're just a bunch of idiots with empty resources, nothing to be afraid of."

"You should go."

"The main purpose of my trip is to visit my old friends. I will leave this city in 10 to [-] minutes." Mycroft smiled, although Lex couldn't see This smile, "Before that, your state is worth my time."

Lex didn't bother to argue with him.

In most cases, smart people and smart people are either hostile to each other or admire each other, but the state of Lex and Mycroft is neither the former nor the latter.

However, their attitudes towards each other are very consistent. While making sure not to stand on the opposite side of the other party unless necessary, they both feel that the other party is unreasonable and very annoying.

"...he was always willing to be friends with everyone, even you," Lex said.

He had selectively removed himself from the friend list, although in a special sense, he was indeed Superman's friend, the most special, closest kind of friend.After saying this, he ignored Mycroft, but went to the briefcase and picked it up.

"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

"..." Lex didn't stop walking.

As he turned the corner and out of his sight, Mycroft said, "A word of advice—don't open it."

"It's none of your business, Mr. Holmes," said Lex coldly.

"If you suddenly go crazy, Mr. Luthor, I have to say," McCullought shook his head seldom emotionally, "the only person in this world who is [-]% sure to stop you is gone."

"Nobody can stop me."

"It seems to me that everything that's happening now is within his expectations. Although I'm not sure how much he thought about it - it's rare, but it does happen - none of your reactions exceeded his expectations. The man we both know may be kind enough to be weak, but he is not in any sense a weakling waiting to die. He is aggressive."

"..."

Lex walked around the corner nonchalantly.

"The saddest thing is not that you kill the person you love the most, nor that you are changed by the person you hate the most, but that all of the above are true at the same time - and the person you love the most is the person you hate the most. Mycroft sighed. "Come on, Anthea."

Anthea bent down and opened the car door for him.

Perhaps due to the dual effects of the funeral and the night, reason briefly defeated emotion, but she finally couldn't hold back and asked her boss a question.

"You know what he left Mr. Luthor, don't you, sir?"

"No, I don't know," replied Mycroft, "but I know he will never give up hope under any circumstances, not even the smallest, most improbable hope that no one believes exists."

——Even if it is the hope that will only exist after his death.

Outside the car window, in the sky, there are stars like the sea.

Lex closed the balcony door.

In the past days, sitting on the balcony and admiring the universe late at night was one of his few hobbies without any aggressiveness. Of course, this little hobby was born because he could always see the looming universe in the sky. The shadow, and now that the shadow has disappeared, he has also lost the leisurely pleasure of viewing the universe.

Essentially his world is built around that damned alien.

When the alien was still there, he could see the truth and mystery from the ingredient list of chewing gum, and he was proud of it; when the alien was gone, he could still do everything he could do in the past, And he can do better without the alien interference, but all of a sudden it doesn't make sense.

He is a lonely soul, and the earth is just a deserted island.

He was the first to attack and show hostility. He was also the one who held his head proudly and refused to bow. He was the only unwavering standard in this war, always ready to die for what he believed in.

But now, now that he has won the final victory, he still feels that he is the one who was abandoned.

The briefcase sat beside the bed like an out-of-place intruder.Lex stood aside for a while, miraculously thinking nothing for a few minutes.

...Maybe he was thinking of something.

Maybe he thought of something he didn't want to admit, maybe he thought of some ending that couldn't exist in reality, maybe... maybe...

Enough is enough, no maybe.

He's just wasting his time.

Lex picked up the briefcase and threw it on the bed in a subtle anger and disgust. He took a deep breath, then cleared his mind, and opened the bag cleanly.

Bright red sliced ​​through his heart.

For a moment, Lex just felt enlightened—so that's it, that's it!

With a thousand emotions flooding his broken heart, Lex realized that he was wrong, he was completely wrong, he was not only wrong in thinking that killing Superman was the end of the event, but he was wrong in thinking that killing Superman was the end of the matter. For a moment, that mighty body might have been killed by him, but what Superman bequeathed to the world is still there, and will live with him forever.

Because the one thing Superman left in this world is himself.

And Superman saw this clearly earlier than him, the damn guy knew him better than himself, Superman was even smart enough to know what might happen after he was killed, he knew Lex.What kind of collapse would Luthor fall into, and in order to deal with Lex.Luthor's breakdown, aliens leave gifts for their enemies and lovers alike.

Lex thought it was the most exciting time of his life when he killed Superman with his own hands, and he thought so again at the funeral, but now he can almost see Superman's smile through the blinding red... A sad yet triumphant smile...

This time, whether it is pain, despair or hatred, it is more clear and profound than the previous two.

For while wanting to eat his flesh, Lex realized that no matter how many reasons he used to establish himself as morally invincible, no matter how good he was at persuading the masses to see him as truth, no matter how Hate Superman with all his might, no matter how much he ignores and pretends—

His love for Superman never faded.

And on this point, Superman seems more confident than he is.

The red cape he left Lex with.

Come on, the dazzling red said to Lex, this is not a compromise, just treat it as pity for the loser.

"...You have a good idea, arrogant." Lex snorted, "I won't do what you arranged."

Al Group.

It was very late at night, but the lights were still on in this building. As a result of the grand funeral, many businesses were shut down for several hours. Now these employees are struggling to deal with the official duties that have accumulated during the day.Similar scenes appeared in almost every company in the metropolitan city. The entire commercial street was brightly lit, and people were busy inside the huge glass windows, just like daytime.

Rao was also working on his work, though his mind was like a TV with a dead receiver, full of meaningless snowflakes and chirping noises.

Of course he also attended the funeral, in fact, he was standing in the Xavier Academy line and had a close contact with Superman's... body.

Until now he hadn't realized what happened.

He fumbled through the documents and read the report absently. He didn't make another move for a long time, and Moxie didn't urge him. After passing by him for the fifth time, she stopped.

"Go back and rest." She said to Rao, "I'll grant you paid leave, and you can take as long as you want."

Rao didn't refuse. He really couldn't work at all now, but the main reason that prompted him to leave the Lex Group immediately was that he saw the information Alexander gave him.

And the conversation between Karl and the Goddess of Death is still going on.

"Why do you keep trying to get me to stay?" Carl asked curiously.

This question has been bothering him for some time.

He doesn't really understand death, but this is not the first time he has met death. In the past, he would occasionally set foot in the other's territory. Death has always regarded him as nothing, but now, death is almost graciously introducing his own world to him. This change in attitude baffled him.

"Because you're boring when you're alive, but you're cute when you're dead." Death said softly.

This answer almost made Carl laugh: Sure enough, a god as ancient and powerful as death has a rather single-minded mind to some extent.

"I won't stay." Carl refused again, "No matter what you say, I will go back."

"What if I give you a Kryptonian?" Death is not discouraged, "The complete Kryptonian stays as it just died. For those Kryptonians, they just happened to survive a catastrophe. They Don’t you realize that you are a soul body now, except that they can’t reproduce, they are the same as alive, and it can even be said that I gave them another form of eternal life—even if this is the case, you still refuse to stay?”

For the first time, Carl was truly flabbergasted by the temptation.