American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Looking at the medal, Clark's eyes widened in shock, and he said, "This is the Soviet Union... God! They are Soviet spies!"

He wiped the medal with his fingers again, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, and said, "Yes, that's what I saw on TV, and my dad told me that the country across from here...they What is the doctrine called?"

"I remember that my father and mother had a fight because of this, because my father didn't believe the propaganda of the US government and thought the opposite country was not bad. My mother said he was grandstanding..."

Clark seemed to be stuck in a memory, apparently, growing up, hearing the name of that far-flung country a lot, and then. He looked down at the two people who fell on the ground again, and said, "But why are they spying on me? Could it be that they want to use me to destroy America?"

Batcat jumped onto the table opposite Clark and said, "You believe that, they are really spies of the country represented by this medal in your hand?"

"Uh, what else?" Clark was stunned by his question.

"When you do something bad, do you write your name on your face?" Batcat asked helplessly.

"I haven't done anything bad." Clark shook his head and said seriously, Batcat covered his eyes with his claws again, and said, "If they are really spies of a certain country, why do they deliberately ask for a mission when they are on a mission? Bring an ID? Just so you know who they are when you take them down?"

Clark reacted then, and said, "Yeah, how could the spies have their IDs on them? They should wish no one else knew who they were?"

Clark wasn't stupid, he just hadn't experienced such a thing, after all, his life before was far from so grand.

Before going to college, his daily routine was very regular, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. In addition to doing farm work, he watched TV, or sat and chatted with his family. He was a pure town youth.

But since he was involved in the suspicion of Metropolis and experienced a series of strange and bizarre things in the mayor's manor, his peaceful life has been shattered. Now, Clark wants to return to the original peaceful and simple life, It was impossible, because he already knew that someone was watching him.

For the sake of himself, especially for the safety of his family, Clark had to fight. He tried his best to concentrate and think, looked at the Batcat and said, "If they are not the KGB, who are they? Why should they wear the medal of the Soviet Union? "

At this time, Pikachu jumped off the sofa and jumped to the table where Batcat was, standing side by side with him.

He took out the thinking of a detective, and then said: "Let's look at it from their point of view. In their previous monitoring of you, we learned that you may be just a very simple college student, even more than the ordinary citizens of the metropolis. Much simpler."

Clark nodded, not ashamed to admit it, saying: "When I first came to the Met, a lot of people told me that I was a country bumpkin, but I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, My parents raised me with their own labor in exchange for money, who doesn't like this? Am I not blending in well now?"

"Indeed, there may be a delay in their information, and they don't know that you may have changed now, especially not knowing that the cat you brought back today can talk and reason." Pikachu pulled out a pipe out of nowhere. in his mouth, and then continued:

"If according to your original simple character, what would you think the moment you saw this medal again?"

"I'm a little **** off." Clark frowned, raised his legs and moved away from the two lying there, "I don't care who they are, they can't just break into my house like this. , this is illegal!"

"What if I have special abilities? Did I use it to commit crimes? I was using these abilities for good things, but they wanted to use me." Clark rarely showed such a serious expression. Obviously, he was very concerned about the behavior of these people. Very disagree.

Superman isn't a total bad guy, in many cases he has no less willpower to stick to his principles than Batman, and he's also **** off when his domain is offended.

"Yes, if you are still as pure and impulsive as before and have never experienced such a thing, maybe, when you see this identity certificate, you will go to trouble the country represented by this medal because of your anger. At least, You might also find their base in the metropolis and go to them and ask for an explanation."

Clark thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, "If it weren't for you, I might have done it. After all, when I think of them as spies, and now they have broken into my dormitory, I'm likely to think of it. They're going to threaten my parents, they're going to deal with them for sure."

"Yes, that's their purpose."

"For a small town young man who hasn't been in the city for a long time, this trick is enough, you are not Batman, think about one thing at least ten times before you do it..."

"One hundred times." Batcat snorted coldly.

"So, these two people are very likely to be the opponents of the KGB, the opponents of the KGB... won't it be the CIA?" Clark frowned, scratched his head, and said, "Is the CIA so despicable? Knowing that I have superpowers, Going to frame the other party and want me to use my superpowers to deal with them?"

"All the intelligence agencies in this world are just as despicable, and they can't do this business with integrity." Batcat shook his head and said.

"It seems that I have nothing to do. I can't deal with my own country's intelligence services on my own country's soil, right? My parents still live here." Clark said a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, let's take a look at these two people first and see if we can find any evidence from him. If he does leave some evidence, it will allow you to take the initiative."

Batcat jumped off the table and circled around the two, first checking their pockets, then having Clark turn them both over and check their eyes and mouth.

These two people are really clean, and since that's the case, the medal looks even more suspicious. Clark sighed and said, "I'll fly out with the two of them first and find a hidden place to put them down. Otherwise, my classmates will come back and see it, and I will be in big trouble."

Clark looked up at his watch and exclaimed, "Just now! I have to hurry up, they're almost out of class!"

After Clark threw the two people into the corner of an alley and flew back, he saw through the window what Pikachu and Batcat were saying, he didn't think too much, and flew in directly from the window.

"Hey! We just discussed a solution." Pikachu beckoned to Clark and said, "You are weak and have no way out, but you can always ask friends for help."

"Find a friend for help? Who can help me? The CIA is on the other side. Who can deal with them?"

Pikachu jumped on Clark's shoulder with a "swoosh", Clark turned to look at him, and Pikachu said, "Did you forget? You are going to send me to some guy named Luther, I don't want to talk to him anymore. The nasty cat is here to stay, let's go find him."

"The Luthor family is a local snake in the metropolis, and it is one of the world's largest groups. If they want to contact the CIA and warn them, it will definitely be easier than you."

Clark thought about it for a while, and it is indeed true. Although he is a young man in a small town, Lex is the only person who speaks to the Luther family. Last time, they met in the mayor's manor. Clark, I feel that he and Lex's relationship is not bad.

Even if he owes Lex a favor, he must ensure that his parents will not be targeted by the intelligence agency. Clark thought so, carrying the pet box with Pikachu, and knocked on the door of Luther Manor.

In Luther Manor, Lex was wearing a cervical orthosis. At this time, the housekeeper was adjusting the position of the instrument for him. It was obvious that there was a large black spot on his chin. What weapon caused it.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lex was stunned for a moment. He waved to the housekeeper and said, "If it's my father's old friends, just say I'm injured and I'm recovering. We'll talk about the business later."

The housekeeper nodded and went away. After a while, he came back and said to Lex: "It's a man who calls himself Clark Kent, and he has a pet box in his hand. He looks like a college student."

Lex opened his eyes, rolled his eyes, and said to the butler, "Let him in."

After Clark came in, he kept looking at the luxurious interior decoration of Luther Manor. Lex stood in the center of the hall, folded his arms and said, "How is it? You haven't seen such a house in the country, have you?"

"I really haven't seen it before. My log cabin can't compare to this place." Clark raised his head and walked forward, almost hitting the table.

If Lex was full of ridicule, he was held back like this, because he could feel that Clark was not sarcasm, but a sincere compliment. The so-called stretch out his hand and don't slap a smiley face, if at this time, he condescendingly mocked Clark for being ignorant. , that somewhat seems a little naive.

So, he pouted and said nothing, then turned to the housekeeper and said, "Go and prepare dinner."

"Oh, are you going to keep me for dinner? That's right. I didn't eat anything except a hot dog in the morning. I've been busy until now, and I'm still quite hungry." Clark reached out and touched his stomach.

Lex had just wanted to say "if you have something to say, don't disturb me for dinner", but Clark blocked his words again, and now he seems a little stingy to say that he won't let Clark eat.

Three minutes after meeting~www.readwn.com~ Lex has been held back by Clark for two breaths. The good news is that he feels that his jaw does not hurt. The bad news is that he feels that his heart hurts.

Clark exhaled, turned back, and said as he walked into the house, "What's the matter with you? To show off that you caught another plane today?"

"Huh? How do you know... No, I'm not here to talk about this, I'm here to give you this." Clark caught up with Lex, stopped him, and put the pet box in front of him.

As soon as the door of the pet box opened and a yellow mouse picked out, Lex was startled, and then he heard the yellow mouse say, "Hey, little Luther, I'm your teacher, Schiller. My pet, his manor was bombed, so he wants to foster me with you."

Lex stared at Clark, who spread his hands and shrugged, meaning "that's it".

"You're Professor Schiller's pet?" Lex squinted at Pikachu, then said, "But yes, who else in the world has a talking rat?"

"He can't just talk." Clark shook his head. "He can also discharge."

"It will discharge? Really? Let's take a look." Lex stared at Pikachu with interest and said.

At this moment, Clark reached out a hand, pressed Pikachu who was struggling, and said to Lex: "No, you better not let him try here..."

"why?"

"Didn't you listen to what he said just now? Professor Schiller's manor was bombed."

"so what?"

"Guess how the manor was bombed?"