【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

"It's not a crime to be Superman, so why deprive Clark of the right to marry and have children? I'm just saying that you have to consider having your partner be the second master of the fort. "

Anthony thought a lot just now, and felt that he should not be too greedy, do what he can, and have more contact with Kryptonian technology, I don't know what danger there is, and the relationship with Superman can be good, but don't get too close.

Krypton, in particular, doesn't seem to be very friendly to him.

So he said it more sincerely, and continued to horn: "Superman, you can't deny that Clark is also you, and most of you." Clarke... Don't you like Ryan? You think she's reliable, right?"

Anthony stared at him, "What happened to you and him?" Clark?" "

I'm Superman. The man said aggrievedly.

Anthony felt that this guy and Ryan's affair was eighty percent yellow, and suddenly he was a little happy. I don't know why I am happy. Is it because Ryan is so powerful and a threat to his career?

Ah, Freud is so powerful, and it's too difficult to dissect his own psychology.

Anyway, Anthony interrupts Superman and argues that he wants to sleep, so the matter is closed.

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"This is Clark's room. Superman said proudly.

He pushed the door open, and Anthony looked inside, and it was large, furnished like a reporter's office, with a bed behind a desk.

"Why do you want to do this? If, I say, someone else comes in, wouldn't they immediately guess that Clark Kent has something to do with

Superman?" Superman crossed his waist proudly: "If it gets to that point, these two identities must have been suspected, and Superman and Clark have their own rooms, proving that they are not alone."

Anthony snorted.

Superman takes him into a room that is warm. Anthony walked in and touched the quilt pillow on the bed: "This is a human creation, right?"

Superman: "I Tomasa bought it in town and moved here."

Anthony sighed in his heart, in fact, Superman is still Clark. The living area is still the living habit of the people of the earth. He casually waved at Superman, looked at the heavy door, and rolled straight onto the bed. Superman obediently closes the door for him.

The temperature of the "air conditioner" is suitable, the air is not dry, the bed is two meters, the sheets are soft, and there is a superman doll that Anthony has easily fished into his arms. I don't know when I bought it, but it's pretty cute.

Anthony began to tuck at the small curls on the one-meter-long doll's head.

I knew that Clark would take him back to Smoker's cabin to sleep, although he could only sleep in the attic, but after all, it was very humane, and there were the Kent couples who could completely calm Clark, so they must have slept comfortably. But now surrounded by a completely alien civilization, he felt danger all the time, and could not relax and fall asleep.

He slowed his breath, trying to fool Clark as he had done before, remembering that the fortress of solitude he was in was under Clark's control at any time, so he simply gave up, and began to review the conversation he had not long ago.

Anthony knew that he had always been a fanatical believer on the magic side, and of course he also liked chemistry and biology, and when he looked at Kryptonian technology today, he only felt rejection and danger, and was not interested. That's normal.

But what is not normal is that where did his ambition go? Just because he felt that Kryptonian technology was dangerous, he gave up this fat meat that was fed to his mouth? What about the determination to embark on the road to resurrection in the first place?

Anthony felt a little hot, kicked off the quilt, put the doll on his stomach, and continued to pull the curly hair. Touching the little face of the doll seemed to be a little deformed, he stopped for two minutes with great mercy, rounded his face, and then continued to pull the curly hair.

There are no windows, of course, but it's also not plunged into complete darkness. Before turning off the lights, Anthony looked at the uneven crystals on the wall, thinking that some magical creation would glow, but Clark installed a battery night light.

Anthony's eyes have fully adjusted to the darkness, looking at the small love reflected on the wall and thinking about life.

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"Where did you buy this doll, the quality is too inferior!"

Anthony preemptively threw the doll on Superman and held up the "curly hair" in his hand to show him. Superman looked at the hole in the doll's forehead, and a ball of cotton was squeezed out of it.

"Really?" he pinched the doll's face, "It took me... Well, I bought it at a discount at Walmart and it only cost 15 bucks.

Seeing that Superman had taken the pot, Anthony walked away satisfied, smiled at Joe Eyre, who appeared in front of the hallway, and swaggered into the hall.

Now, he felt less ostracized by the fortress. I don't know if Joe El is gradually pleasing to his eyes, or if he is getting used to it himself.

Although it is a fortress full of Kryptonian technology, under the control of its owner, it is very suitable for Anthony to live in. Superman diligently tinkered in the kitchen, and Anthony stood in the doorway with his hands in his hands and watched him tinker.

"Anyway," Anthony said as he turned on the oven, "where did you get the electricity? It's not a battery night light, and there's no solar power right now." "

It's not electricity," Superman replied, "it's Kryptonian bioenergy... Although the Kryptonians are extinct, the energy generated by these former Kryptonian creatures is still sufficient. I converted it into electricity.

Anthony wanted to open it and take a look, but was stopped by Superman: "Now I'm using it, it's dangerous to open it, let's see later."

While waiting for breakfast, Anthony walked around the living quarters, and I have to say that Clark is very hands-on and makes this area very livable.

Clark's room, Anthony's room, study, storage room, activity room, several empty rooms, Kent couple's room....

Anthony looked at the door number and felt a little funny, why was he still like a child, arranging his parents' room far away from his own room, was he afraid of being managed?

The corridor was too long, and when he was about to turn back, Superman had already made breakfast. As soon as Joe Kent told him, Anthony was about to run back, but in an instant Superman was in front of him, and a flat metal dining table.

Anthony: "The treatment of this five-star hotel is also good, right? You can still eat anytime and anywhere?"

Superman smiled warmly and said, "It's too big here, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, and you're too tired to run back." "

Anthony enjoyed it safely," it was thoughtful. He reached for the chair, and with a great deal of force, the chair did not move. The smile on his face froze, and with a further pull, the chair moved again, easily reaching the right place.

Superman: "Sorry, I forgot, it's a metal chair I made myself, it's pretty heavy."

Anthony sat down and waved his hand, "Thank you Joe." The

projection in the corner smiled.

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At Anthony's insistence, Superman agrees to take control of the Solitary Fortress and drags out a flying machine, intending to use it to take Anthony back.

"No, this thing, where do you take it back to Smowell?"

"Put it in the cellar, it's not big, and it's convenient to pick up my parents later." "

“... Whatever you want. But—" Anthony pulled the hatch, this time smoothly open, as if he really had that much strength, "I don't know how to do it." Will you?"

"Yes, yes, but it's not very fast. You go in, I'll drag it so I'll be back in Kansas soon."

"Won't you be seen in broad daylight?"

"Smowell is snowing, snowing heavily.

Anthony climbed in and sat in the passenger seat. The flight pod is really small, with a console, two seats, plus a little space for things in the back. There is thickness under the foot, which should be a fuel tank.

The console, he still can't read and doesn't dare to move.

Soon, projections from the console showed that they took off and headed south at great speed. Anthony sighed that supertalent is the best means of transportation in the world, with fast speed, smooth starting and braking, high safety, humanization, and low noise... Oh, and sometimes it's not very quiet.

Anthony tried to say, "Superman, can you

hear me?" A familiar voice came from the instrument in front of him, although it was a little blown away by the wind, but there was no electric sound: "Can you hear me, is there any problem?"

"Just try." I also remember an oriental joke that said that at the beginning, China built a railway by itself, a long time ago, and then used horses to pull the train. There

was silence for a while, and then he said, "Please keep quiet, or the horses will be frightened and will pull the train over." "