In the intensive study and training day after day, Clark grew rapidly.

He has completely lost the childishness of his childhood, exuding the aura of someone who grew up in a happy family, gentle and stable. However, his deep eye sockets, tall nose, and all his handsome lines are always blocked by a thick black face.

Behind the framed glasses, one can’t help but feel a little pity.

But those blue eyes were the finishing touch, containing sincere enthusiasm and generous kindness that no one could refuse.

This year, he just turned eighteen.

[…I don’t think this is necessary,] The Justice Lord carefully organized his words in an attempt to prevent a terrible mistake from happening. [Same type of clothes can easily become an anchor point in people’s memories.]

[hmmm, you are right.]

Clark sighed with what sounded like a bit of disappointment, and then gave up on the idea of ​​replacing his entire wardrobe with despairing plaid shirts.

From the day he made up his mind not to lose his "Superman" face, he began to do his best to help others on a small scale.

In fact, the scope of super hearing can easily cover the entire United States, but most of the time when he was young, he always deliberately turned off or ignored those sounds, ignoring the laughter or whines of other people on the earth.

Now, he is confident that he has enough ability to help those who are facing difficulties and need help.

For example, kicking open the beams blocking the escape route in a fire scene, quietly turning the front of an out-of-control car at some angle before a car accident, or holding a bullet before a shooting and pretending to be a gunman and firing...

When the summer is dry, he can even visit more than a dozen fires in four states in one day. Among all the sounds, the crackling and crackling sound of the flames is extremely harsh, including the small kindlings left by careless tourists and the

A single-family house burned down due to an electrical short circuit.

Although most of them are just small good deeds, he still insists on using his unparalleled superpowers to help people and prevent crimes, and he never tires of doing so.

Thank God, it seems that no aliens are planning to invade the earth yet.

Although Clark is a pure newbie, he has an experienced mentor behind him. He is as fast as a gust of wind and hides his identity perfectly, even leaving no afterimage in the old surveillance cameras.

In this aspect, the lord almost never interfered or commented on his choices. He just listened silently to Clark's excitement for helping others, and occasionally made a few remarks.

——Except for clothing aesthetics.

He always had that consistent calmness and a slightly sarcastic tone, watching with some complexity that another young Clark was destined to embark on the road to becoming Superman bit by bit.

Each parallel universe is extremely resistant to interference from forces in other worlds. He has already seen the consequences of such strong backlash, and there is no need to risk another experiment.

Direct military intervention will be rejected by the world's will, but other... it's hard to say.

[Protect your identity. In addition, although you have too much energy, there are some things that I suggest you leave alone.]

[Human beings can kill each other and never need outsiders to interfere.]

A lot of dusty past events flashed through my mind in an instant.

For example, when the Hydra captain came to ask for cooperation, not long after he refused, the three sky carriers launched by the Insight Project almost destroyed half of New York. He, a Kryptonian, wanted to be a human being, but he could do this to his own compatriots.

The ruthless hand was shocked to the extent.

With SHIELD serving as a reference group and fighting against each other, the city they protected was not harmed at all. The citizens of New York finally woke up and completed a referendum extremely quickly within a week, declaring to abandon the human regime and join the rule of the Lords Alliance.

However, even if they took over later, the blow was devastating. The prosperous New York has never recovered since then, and it has not been able to breathe until now.

[One more thing, never pity criminals.] Lord Justice said, he couldn't help but frowned as if he thought of something disgusting, [Especially the stubborn ones, you can find a way to hand them over to D.A,

Judge, let the jury sentence him to death.]

[…Not every state has the death penalty?] Clark said weakly.

[This legal system left a lot of loopholes when it was created.] He said with a hint of disgust and criticism in his tone, [Be smart, there is no need to rigidly abide by the rules set by humans.]

Compared to the shock when he first heard this "opening of ideas", Clark has become accustomed to accepting it, and even thinks it makes sense from time to time.

[The so-called rules are just a superficial trick, but the beneficiaries are different.]

There are simply too many things like this, and no additional examples are needed. For example, rich people only need to pay a trivial bail amount to run amok, and bribe the jury to be acquitted even if the evidence is solid.

, and using certificates of mental illness to avoid punishment...

At this time, Clark was climbing into the house through the back window. Without alerting his mother, he quietly threw the sweater jacket that was stained by fire and dust into the laundry bucket... After all, he often went out in the morning and

It would be too suspicious to wear different clothes when you go home at night.

He pursed his lips seriously and watched as the water poured in, and his clothes began to curl and bubble.

These are too complicated... Why can't humans distinguish them clearly like sparkling water with labels in convenience stores?

Martha was sitting on the sofa knitting, listening leisurely to an "urban legend" being reported on the news.

In Hell's Kitchen, the most chaotic neighborhood in New York City, an unknown purger recently appeared. Commentators exaggeratedly dubbed him a "criminal scavenger." He refers to those notorious and vicious criminals or gang leaders.

The evidence was a picture they captured. In the blurry image that was enlarged, a man wearing a dark red uniform with two devil-like horns on his head could still be seen vaguely in the building.

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"This photo is extremely poor." Jonathan commented from the sidelines.

"The Daily Bugle... It's not surprising, they like to report on some mysterious things." Martha didn't stop the needle in her hand. A beautiful and simple pattern had begun to take shape. She obviously didn't pay much attention to it.

Daredevil.

Clark glanced at this man's codename from a distance.

There is a devil in his name...well, that's okay, he has long passed the infancy stage of judging whether he is a good guy or a bad guy by his name.

However, he was thinking about other things.

[Oh... I think I might need a uniform to save me from having to wash and mend my clothes every day,] He couldn't help but complain a little, and with some small tests, [It would be best to wear a red cloak.]

[Hmm, when you are able to carry out long-distance cross-state or even cross-border rescues, remember to add a layer of anti-satellite radar material to your uniform.] Lord Justice seems to have some free time today and can chat a little more.

Clark skillfully took out the small notebook he carried with him.

It was his experience memorandum, and it covered extremely complex contents, ranging from a few scattered superpower precautions to a guide to training a Kryptonian dog.

This is so strange. He has never even seen a Kryptonian creature other than himself. Why does he need to know how to raise a Kryptonian dog?

[But, where can I get these things?] After he closed the notebook, he couldn't help but start biting the penholder in confusion.

[You will know then...]

Lord Justice is always so enigmatic and intriguing.

In fact, he was indeed a little bored today. After all, teasing this innocent and simple young fellow was as interesting as teasing small animals, but in comparison...

He sat at the head of the table, and his blue eyes without any human emotion glanced around indifferently, making everyone couldn't help but feel a chill running down their spines.

As the supreme head of state, he had to attend this combat deployment meeting. The actions of the rebels have become increasingly obvious and frequent. They are no longer dormant as before, accumulating strength in the darkness. More and more cities have begun to erupt in riots, and even

There are traces of infiltration in his own army.

Internal calls to launch a formal large-scale attack plan are getting louder and louder. Cyborg always prefers to stick with machines. Hawkman has gone to the Western Theater, and Martian Manhunter is still in the universe... The remaining superhumans

The leader of the capable people was arguing with his face red.

Diana was usually in charge of these meetings, but she had something urgent to do and returned to Paradise Island the day before yesterday, so he had to step out and take charge.

Extremely boring.

He held his head with one hand and heard that the boy couldn't help but started chattering again. He didn't know where the little guy got the news. He seemed to be testing himself about the Fortress of Solitude.

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Use the skills he learned from him to deal with himself... The lord laughed helplessly, and then found that he was not angry at all. Perhaps it was because Clark had no intention of concealing his intentions at all. This kind of behavior was

It becomes essentially the same as a child jumping around and clamoring for sweets.

It was just an unlucky guy in the first row at the bottom. He looked up and was caught off guard when he saw his leader suddenly laughing. He almost died of fright.

[Speaking,] the lord suddenly spoke.

[Compared to red, what do you think of white cloak?]

[……?]

Clark almost felt aggrieved and his head was full of questions. I was talking about such a cool secret base, but the focus was on the color of the clothes?

[Forget it, don't worry about it,] Fortunately, the instructor seemed to just mention it casually on a whim, and quickly lost interest, "I should be a little busy during this time... some business matters."

Although sometimes this young peer still seems immature, it is mainly due to lack of experience. He has become an adult, plus he has received his own education and training, and he is completely ready to start the next stage of guidance...

However, trivial matters in his own world have forced him to postpone his plans again and again. The lord originally wanted to suppress this wave first.

However, the development of the situation did not calm down as expected, and even tended to intensify. Even the metropolis was filled with tension, and everyone was anxiously and fearfully waiting for that day to arrive.

The final decisive battle is about to begin.

Even the Lord Heroine came back from Paradise Island and seemed to have received some prophecy. She began to polish her sharp enough sword every day. In fact, the entire alliance's top management was a little anxious. There is nothing to say about it. Only

He was calm without any unnecessary emotions, as always, like an alien.

Perhaps the word numb is more appropriate.

In order to implement true justice and reshape human society, he has paid too much. There are as many people who support him as he opposes him, as many people who love him as he hates him. In the first few years of his power, he was almost the whole year.

I am busy working 24 hours a day, and I only took a ten-minute break to drink a cup of coffee on Christmas Day.

Even so, the lord never wavered in his belief.

Now, it was no longer the time to test him. Yesterday, he silently looked at the white hair growing on his temples in the mirror, and suddenly felt disappointed like never before.
To be continued...