Superman

"I am Superman."

This sentence was like a blockbuster that was detonated, which directly shocked the news reporters and media workers present, and temporarily lost their ability to think.

Except for the camera, as always, aim faithfully at the tall and strong figure on the stage.

The others had their mouths open, showing extremely obvious surprise.

Superman, he is not a masked hero.

No helmet, no blindfold.

The red cloak, the capital "S" on the chest, the small flowing curls...

These are the most iconic features of Superman!

But the strange thing is that people can't remember what Superman looks like.

Even photos of 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 cloak walked onto the stage, it did not cause an uproar.Until the other party admits his identity.

"Superman..."

"He is really Superman!"

"Is the Water Company holding this press conference to announce the identity of Superman?"

"..."

It's like a frying pan!

The scene suddenly became noisy!

The recovered reporters whispered and whispered.

Click!Click!

The flash was constantly pressed and became the focus, which made the 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 inotropic substance 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 that was enough to shake the world was broadcast to every household in the metropolis with the camera lens, and then to other cities.

An hour later, the North American continent and even the whole world learned of this explosive news.

Regarding who Superman is, this topic that once aroused intense public discussion has finally got an answer.

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

He was adopted by a kind couple and named "Clark Kent".

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"Why would Superman announce his identity at a press conference held by Water Company?"

This is a question published in a newspaper.

"Does that young rich man and Superman have some kind of close relationship?"

This is the boring crowd.

"An alien lives among us, my goodness! This is not good news... He may bring an army! Every country and every city that occupy the earth!"

This is the worry of science fiction movie lovers.

"The son of tomorrow in the Metropolis is actually a Kansas country farmer? I don't believe it! Superman must be a resident of the Metropolis, maybe he lives next door to me!"

This is geographical discrimination + metropolitan locals.

"How do we think about Superman? He is from an alien, grew up on Earth, and is extremely powerful. Will the laws against humans be effective for him?"

This is a discussion among scholars.

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

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

"Big cousin, is this really right?"

Clark lowered his head and asked in Walter's office.

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

Public opinion is like a turbulent tide, rushing towards him, and it feels a bit suffocating.

In the face of the vicious bandits and criminals, in the face of danger and disaster, Clark will not be afraid.

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

Shake your fist at the innocent crowd?

Or burn them all with hot sight?

Superman's powerful power is useless in front of ordinary people.

The gap between strength and weakness seems to be reversed.

"Clark, first of all you have to understand your truest thoughts."

Luke just hung up a call from the White House, and calmly said: "What kind of life do you like to live? Every day between the school and the metropolitan criminal organizations? Or as a symbol of walking to the stage, bravely accepting everyone's doubts And the pressure of public opinion?"

"The former is easy to confuse normal life and superhero status, because in reality, you are just the son of an unseen Kansas farmer, a high school student in the countryside."

"But every night, when you put on a superman uniform, you become an omnipotent and respected superhero."

"A strong contrast will bring about a psychological change. Maybe one day you will gradually get tired of the name Clark Kent and only like the days when you exist as a superman-longing for recognition and attention, this is human nature."

"Or conversely, you no longer want to be busy with saving others and the world, but you are ready to return to your family and be a good husband and father."

"Life is full of so many unknowns, not to mention, people's energy is limited, even... Saiyans are the same."

"If you are preparing for an exam at school, and then there will be fires, what should you do?"

"Save people! There is no doubt that you would do this. What then? You failed the exam and you failed the course at the end of the semester. The teacher gave you a minimum score... This is the blow and pressure from real life, it seems just a small thing. But it makes you fall into endless troubles, and consumes your passion and love for life."

"Clark, you have to understand one thing. A superhero is not a job. It is an obligation. It is a mission given by a sense of responsibility. At the same time, it is still a long-term investment with no return."

"It's difficult for you to be a good Clark Kent while still being the most perfect superman in the metropolis."

Luke tapped his fingers on the desk, his voice paused, and then he looked at his little cousin who was slightly confused.

Disclosing your identity, of course, will cause a lot of trouble.

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

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

The first is legitimacy. Cooperating with the federal government openly and honestly, you no longer have to put yourself on the gray label of "masked vigilante."

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

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

This is the DC Universe, and it reveals deep darkness from beginning to end.

Superman has encountered destiny many times in different time and space and different universe.

Be tricked by the clown, kill Louise Lane and the child in her belly, and establish a dictatorship.

Kill Lex Luthor with a hot sight, rule the earth, and become a Hitler-like existence.

——In too many stories, Superman faces tragedy and becomes the scariest 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 have hired a professional agent for you, he is very good at dealing with all aspects of public opinion pressure and crisis public relations."

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 have recovered, not long ago."

With a bright smile on Lex’s face, he pointed to Clark and said, “I didn’t expect you to be the metropolitan star who appeared in the newspaper every day.

"My best friend and my most annoying guy are actually the same person, it's amazing."

He drew a chair and sat opposite Luke as well.

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

When he speaks, he always smiles at the corner of his mouth, and behaves cheerful and lively.

"Uh, I don't want to keep it secret, but..."

Clark scratched his head, hiding something from his friend, making him somewhat apologetic.

Because in the education of adoptive father Jonathan, lying is wrong.

"It's no big deal, anyone will have a secret, including me."

Lex squinted and smiled.

"Let's continue to talk about how to build Superman, to build the world's greatest superhero."

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Gotham City.

Wayne Manor.

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

He needs to understand the city in depth, and more needs to understand some people in the city.

"'Roman' Falcone..."

"'Penguin' Oswald..."

"Sal-Maroni..."

Every time Bruce uttered a name, he marked it clearly in the notebook on the right.

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

These people are all underworld gangsters with names and surnames in the Gotham underground world.

Some of them have been ruling Gotham for more than ten years.

Some are in the upper-class society and run profitable businesses.

Some minions are numerous, controlling the port and Xiacheng.

"Master Wayne, you should go out more and get some sun, instead of shutting yourself up in the room and thinking about these seemingly dangerous things."

Alfred, the housekeeper, carrying a rich breakfast, opened the door and walked in.

With a helpless look on his face, after returning from Nepal, Master Wayne didn't wear ragged clothes, dressed up as a street tramp, and ran to the slums of Gotham.

It is to look through old newspapers and collect information.

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

When Alfred was young, he used to be an agent of the British MI5.

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

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

Therefore, Alfred also has the unknown name of "Steward".

With his knowledge of Bruce and the details of recent observations, it is not difficult to guess what the other party wants to do.

Fight against gangs, or punish evil and promote good?

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

"Gotham is no different from before I left. It's still sinful, still drunk, still...so boring."

Bruce shook his head, bit a piece of bread and said, "So, I have no interest in participating, only the idea of ​​changing it."

In front of his father, and his own old butler, Bruce did not hide anything.

If it is said that the future Batman is honest enough to 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 great again?"

"Because becoming the mayor cannot completely eradicate those criminals."

Bruce shook his head. He had learned about Gotham's power structure.

From top to bottom, corruption becomes a trend.

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

Basically, everyone has received black money, or wisely protected themselves, turning a blind eye to this.

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

Either be suppressed, and the end will be worrying.

"Even if I become the mayor, it won't help."

Bruce stared at the cut old newspapers and said in a deep voice.

"Because no matter what I want to do, the following police, prosecutors, and even judges... they have formed a complete chain of interests. They will shield each other and condone the breeding of evil."

Alfred remained silent, summarizing the words of Master Wayne, it is probably that "politics can't save the Gotham people."

"What will it take to save Gotham?"

When Bruce had finished breakfast, the old butler on the side put away the cutlery.

"Being a symbol...break away from the outside of human flesh and blood, and become the embodiment of the spirit! It can be frightening and frighten criminals..."

Bruce took a deep breath, his eyes darkened.

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

Hearing this utterly generous rhetoric, Alfred just shook his head helplessly and said softly: "Master Wayne, before you embark on this great career of saving Gotham, can you have a girlfriend and give Wei The Eun family continues the bloodline."

"In this case, I can rest assured."

Bruce: "..."

After coming back, he has become accustomed to the old butler's ubiquitous 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 having a girlfriend, getting married and having children.

"I have an impression."

Alfred stopped at the door and nodded.

"Master Wayne, in that alley, he once put a coat on you."

The corners of Bruce's mouth raised. Of course he remembered James Gordon and knew this man.

What he wanted to be sure was whether James Gordon was corrupted and became one of those black police officers.

"Mr. Gordon, he is a man of integrity, there is no doubt about that."

Alfred groaned for a moment, then answered.

At least the old housekeeper has never heard of any negative news about James Gordon.

Sometimes judge a person's character, not by what he said, but by what he did.

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 or quit, or climb higher and get a promotion.

Sitting on a cold bench for a long time, not being seen by other people, and putting it in the corrupt Gotham Police Station, can already explain some things from the side.

"Finally found a partner to cooperate."

Bruce's frowning brows loosened slightly.

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

If James Gordon is as upright as he has shown, and is willing to make a contribution to changing Gotham.

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

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

Although the old butler has hinted many times, the Wayne Group's board of directors is secretly planning to dilute his shares and prepare to kick himself out.

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

The most urgent task is to find an entry point to combat the gangs in Gotham.

"Huh, Falcone..."

Bruce let out a sigh of relief after doing what he had at hand.

He decided to rule the city from the bright side first, and the strongest Romans began to do it.

As long as the opponent is knocked out, the other gangs will have to rest for a while.

Of course, they may also become more vicious.

In order to compete for a piece of land, like an extremely hungry sideburn, a new round of rush and shuffle started.

If that's the case, it would be tantamount to creating an excellent opportunity for yourself to wipe out the gangsters.

After careful consideration, Bruce picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Metropolis, Superman, the alien who landed on the Kansas farm..."

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

He seemed to realize a bigger problem, a problem more difficult 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 is good or bad;

While silently wrote down the other party's name, and marked it with a note of "be vigilant".