Superman of the American Comics - Chapter 460

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“I’m Superman.”

This sentence was like a bomb that had been detonated, which directly shocked the journalists and media workers present, and temporarily lost their ability to think.

Except the camera, as always, is faithfully aimed at the tall and strong figure on the stage.

The others all opened their mouths, showing extremely obvious surprise.

Superman, he’s not a masked hero.

No helmet, no blindfold.

The red cape, the capital “S” on the chest, the fluffy little curly hair…

these are the most iconic features of Superman!

But it’s weird that people don’t always remember what Superman looks like.

Even photos about him can cover the pages of more than a dozen newspapers.

No one has a specific and clear image of Superman.

So when the figure in the red cape walked onto the stage, there was no uproar.

until the other party admits his identity.

“Superman…”

“He really is Superman!”

“Walter Corporation held this press conference to announce the identity of Superman?”

“…” It

seems like a frying pan!

The scene suddenly became noisy and noisy!

The recovered reporters whispered and whispered.

Click!

Click!

The flash was constantly being pressed and became the focus, which made Superman standing on the stage feel a little uncomfortable.

He turned his head and glanced at Luke next to him, who gave an encouraging look.

As if a shot of cardiotonic was injected into Superman’s body, he regained his courage and continued: “I am Superman, my name, my earth’s name is Clark Kent, I grew up on a farm in Kansas…”

This astonishing speech, which was enough to shake the world, was broadcast to every household in the metropolis with the camera footage, and then spread to other cities.

An hour later, the North American continent, and even the whole world, knew the explosive news.

As for who Superman is, this topic that once caused a heated discussion among the public has finally got the answer.

He came from a civilized race other than Earth, and because of the fragmentation and destruction of his homeland, he landed in a small town in Kansas.

He was adopted by a well-meaning couple named “Clark-Kent”.

He…

“Why did Superman announce his identity at the press conference held by the Water Company?”

This was a question published in a newspaper.

“Do they have some kind of close relationship between that young rich man and Superman?”

This is the boring melon eater.

“An alien lives in our midst, oh my! That’s not great news…he might bring an army! Occupy every country, every city on Earth!”

This is for sci-fi movie buffs Worry.

“Metropolis’s son of tomorrow is

actually a rural farmer in Kansas? I don’t believe it! Superman must be a resident of Metropolis, maybe living next door to me!”

This is geographical discrimination + Metropolis native.

“How do we think about Superman? He’s alien, grew up on Earth, and is incredibly powerful. Will the laws against humans be effective against him?”

This was a discussion among scholars.

All in all, Superman is once again the focus of the world.

His existence has been given too much meaning, and now that meaning has become more complicated.

“Big cousin, is this really the right thing to do?”

Clark asked with his head lowered in the Walter Company’s office.

After seeing the fierce reaction from the news media and the general public, he doubted whether his behavior in revealing his identity was correct.

The public opinion was like a surging tide, rushing towards him, making people feel a little suffocated.

In the face of the most vicious gangsters, criminals, dangers and disasters, Clark will not be afraid.

But what can he do when he is criticized, rejected and attacked?

Shaking fists at innocent masses?

Or burn them all with heat vision?

The superhuman strength is useless in front of ordinary people.

The gap between strength and weakness seems to be reversed.

“Clarke, first of all you have to understand your truest thoughts.”

Luke just hung up a call from the White House and said calmly: “What kind of life do you like to live? Between the school and the metropolitan criminal organization every day? Or come to the stage as a kind of symbol, and have the courage to accept everyone’s doubts and public opinion pressure?”

“The former is easy to confuse normal life and superhero status, because in reality, you are just an uninformed Kansas farmer’s son. , high school students in rural areas.”

“But every night, when you put on a Superman uniform, you become an omnipotent, respected superhero.”

“The strong contrast will bring about psychological changes, maybe there are One day you’ll grow tired of the name Clark-Kent and just love the days of being a superman – craving recognition and attention, it’s human nature.”

“Or the other way around, you don’t want to be busy saving people and the world. , but prepare to return to the family, be a good husband and a good father.”

“Life is full of unknowns, not to mention that people have limited energy, even… Saiyans.”

“If you are preparing for exams in school, then There’s a fire in the metropolis, what should you do?”

“Save people! There is no doubt that you will do this. Then what? You fail the exam, you fail the final exam, and the teacher gives you a minimum score… This is the blow and pressure from real life, it seems like a small thing, But it makes you fall into endless troubles and kills your passion and love for life.”

“Clark, you have to understand one thing, superheroes are not jobs, they are obligations, it is a mission given by a sense of responsibility. , and it’s a long-term investment that doesn’t see a return.”

“It’s hard to be a good Clark-Kent and also be the most perfect Superman for the Metropolis.”

Luke tapped his fingers on the table, his voice paused, and then looked To the slightly confused little cousin.

Open identities, of course, will cause a lot of trouble.

For example, the villain may threaten family members and pass the risk on to friends around him.

But at the same time, it can also bring certain benefits.

The first is legitimacy. Cooperate with the federal government in an open and fair manner, and no longer have to carry the gray label of “masked vigilantes” on their backs.

Second, change is something Luke would love to see, as long as everything is under control.

He didn’t change Superman’s intentions, but just hoped that his little cousin could see the essence of the world early, and not just immerse himself in the superhero’s beautiful surface.

This is the DC Universe, and it’s full of darkness from start to finish.

In different time and space, in different universes, Superman has encountered many malicious fates.

Be tricked by the clown, kill Lois Lane and the baby in her womb, and build a dictatorship.

Kill Lex Luthor with Heat Sight, rule the planet, and become a Hitler-like being.

– In too many stories, Superman faces tragedy and becomes the most terrifying person in the world.

“Don’t worry about the government or other issues.”

Luke snapped his fingers, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

“I hired a professional agent for you. He is very good at dealing with public pressure and crisis public relations in all aspects.”

The door of the office was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Clark.

“Lex? Why are you here?”

He was surprised and stood up.

Because of the influence of black kryptonite, Lex should still be locked in the bedroom of the mansion and not allowed to go out.

“I’ve recovered, not too long ago.”

Lex pointed to Clark with a big smile on his face. “I didn’t expect you to be that Metropolis star who appeared in the newspaper every day.”

“My best friend It’s amazing to be the same guy as the guy I hate the most.”

He pulled a chair and sat across from Luke as well.

The negative personality created by black kryptonite seems to have disappeared, and Lex Luthor has returned to his former sunny personality.

When he spoke, he always had a smile on the corner of his mouth, showing a cheerful and lively expression.

“Uh, I don’t want to keep it a secret either, but…”

Clark scratched his head and concealed something from his friends, which made him somewhat apologetic.

Because in the upbringing of my adoptive father, Jonathan, it was wrong to lie.

“It’s no big deal, anyone will have a secret, including me.”

Lex narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“Let’s continue to talk about how to build Superman, to build one of the greatest superheroes in the world.”

…

…

Gotham City.

Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne, sitting cross-legged on the rug, was busy cutting out the old newspaper he had recently collected.

He needs to have a deep understanding of the city, and more importantly, to understand some of the people in the city.

“‘Roman’ Falcone…”

“‘Penguin’ Oswald…”

“Sal Maroney…”

Bruce wrote each name in the notebook on his right hand side An obvious callout.

Like a young hunter, slowly and patiently identifying his prey.

These people are the underworld of Gotham, famous underworld bosses.

Some of them call for wind and rain, and have ruled Gotham for more than ten years.

Some are among the upper class and run lucrative businesses.

Some have many minions and control the port and the lower city.

“Master Wayne, you should go out more and get some sunshine, instead of shutting yourself in your room and thinking about these things that seem dangerous.”

Butler Alfred pushed the door open with a hearty breakfast. Come in.

With a helpless look on his face, after returning from Nepal, Mr. Wayne did not wear tattered clothes and make up as a street vagabond, and went to the slums of Gotham.

Just rummaging through old newspapers and collecting information.

There is absolutely no plan to take over the family business of the Wayne Group and revive the family honor.

When Alfred was young, he was an agent of MI5.

Later, by chance, he became the steward of the Wayne family.

This seemingly ordinary old man is actually proficient in various fighting techniques, healing injuries, and even computer hacking techniques.

Therefore, Alfred still has the unknown name of “Housekeeper”.

With his knowledge of Bruce, and the details he’s observed recently, it’s not hard to guess what the other side is trying to do.

Fight against gangsters, or punish evil and promote good?

In the eyes of the old butler, this is obviously not a sensible behavior.

“Gotham is no different from me before I left, it’s still sinful, still a drunkard, still… so boring.”

Bruce shook his head, biting a piece of bread and said, “So, I have no interest in participating, only Change your mind.”

Bruce had nothing to hide from his old butler, who had served his father, as well as his own.

If it is said that the future Batman is frank enough with whom, there is not much psychological defense.

That person would only be Alfred.

“It’s not easy, Master Wayne.” The

old butler pursed his lips, seemingly unhappy, and teased: “If you really want to change Gotham, why not run for mayor and make this city change again. Great?”

“Because being mayor won’t get rid of those criminals.”

Bruce shook his head, he knew about Gotham’s power structure.

Corruption is rampant from top to bottom.

The city hall is the umbrella of the gang, and there are not many honest policemen in the police station who do things seriously.

Basically everyone has collected black money, or wisely protected themselves, and turned a blind eye to it.

Those good people who insist on themselves and are not polluted will either be excluded and treated coldly;

or they will be suppressed, and their fate will be worrying.

“Even if I become the mayor, it won’t help.”

Bruce stared at the old newspapers that were cut out, and said solemnly.

“Because no matter what I want to do, the police, prosecutors, and even judges below… they have formed a complete chain of interests, and they will cover up each other and condone the breeding of evil.”

Alfred remained silent, summing up Let’s take a look at what Master Wayne said, probably “Gotham people can’t be saved by politics”.

“So what can I do to save Gotham?”

When Bruce finished his breakfast, the old butler who was standing on the side put away the utensils.

“Become some kind of symbol… Break away from the outside of human flesh and blood, and become the incarnation of the spirit! It can be frightening and make criminals terrified…”

Bruce took a deep breath and his eyes became deep.

“It can also give others courage and act as a weapon of justice.”

Hearing these powerful words of generosity, Alfred just shook his head helplessly and said softly, “Master Wayne, before you started this mission to save Gotham. Before the great career, can you make a girlfriend and continue the blood of the Wayne family?”

“In this case, I can rest assured.”

Bruce: “…”

After returning, he has become accustomed to the ubiquity of the old housekeeper. Cool and humorous speaking style.

“By the way, James Gordon, are you familiar with him?”

Bruce touched his chin and automatically skipped the embarrassing topic of making a girlfriend, getting married and having children.

“I have an impression.”

Alfred, who walked to the door, stopped and nodded.

“Master Wayne, he once put a coat on you in that alley back then.” The corners of

Bruce’s mouth rose. Of course he remembered James Gordon and knew this man.

What he wants to be sure of is whether James Gordon has been corrupted and become one of those black cops.

“Mr. Gordon, he is an honest person, there is no doubt about that.”

Alfred pondered for a while before answering.

At least the old butler never heard any negative news about James Gordon.

Sometimes a person’s character is judged not by what he says, but by what he does.

As an old man who has been in the police station for more than ten years, James Gordon is still an ordinary police officer.

And his colleagues, either retire and quit, or climb higher and get promoted.

Sitting on the cold bench for a long time, not being seen by others, and being placed in the corrupt Gotham Police Department, has been able to explain some things from the side.

“Finally found a partner who can cooperate.”

Bruce’s frown slightly loosened.

He needs a helper, or a microphone to talk to the police station and the city hall.

If James Gordon is as honest as he’s shown, and willing to do his part to change Gotham.

Then, the other party is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

When Alfred left, Bruce continued to bury himself in his work.

Although the old housekeeper has hinted many times, the Wayne Group board is secretly plotting to dilute his stake and prepare to kick itself out.

But Bruce is not worried, he can handle such small problems.

The most urgent task is to find an entry point and fight against the gangster forces in Gotham.

“Phew, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com Falcone…” After

finishing the task at hand, Bruce let out a sigh of relief.

He decided to rule the city on the bright side first, and the most powerful Romans started to do it.

As long as the opponent is knocked out, the other gangsters will have to settle down for at least a while.

Of course, they may also become more vicious.

In order to compete for a piece of land, like a hungry dog, a new round of fighting and shuffling is launched.

If that’s the case, then it’s the perfect opportunity to take out the gang in one go.

After thinking about it, Bruce picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

“Metropolis, Superman, aliens who landed on a Kansas farm…”

Twenty minutes later, the sole heir of the Wayne family looked solemn.

He seemed to realize a bigger problem, one that was more intractable and troublesome than the gang.

Superman!

Bruce thought for a long time, then opened the notebook again.

While watching the TV, the heated debate about whether Superman’s existence is good or bad;

while silently writing down the other party’s name, and marked “worthy of vigilance”.

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