The Death Knell

At the same time on Earth, there was a small apartment in a bustling big city.

This residential building has been built for some years, and the red bricks on the exterior walls have been discolored by the sun. However, thanks to the fact that the metropolis did not 'completely' fall during the sinking of the earth, the buildings here are relatively well preserved. Be more complete.

In the subsequent turmoil, the city was still protected by the Superman family, so large-scale destruction did not occur. Occasionally there were some vendettas, but the criminals were always caught quickly.

The living environment here is undoubtedly much better than those residential buildings in Gotham. Although the stairwells are also filled with dust and stench, at least there is no graffiti on the walls, and there are no suspicious people dressed like the Waste Bandits wandering around. .

Outside a residential area, a woman wearing glasses and a suit and skirt was crossing the road. She looked worried, but she still kept her tone calm while talking on the phone.

"No, Mom, the results of the job interview were terrible. Companies in the metropolis are more willing to believe Superman's words than my former boss." The woman gave a middle finger to the car honking wildly and walked quickly across the zebra crossing. : "I am now a tainted person. Some people in black suits sat in a car and parked in front of my apartment so blatantly."

At this point, she sighed and turned to look at the vehicles slowly following behind her.

Just as she said, there were two middle-aged men sitting in the car. They were not only wearing black suits, but also wearing sunglasses. The two expressionless faces were staring at her every move.

Although they look like the FBI, the temperament of these people is darker, full of the smell of blood, and they don't even mean to hide.

She opened the apartment door wordlessly and walked upstairs. Although she said she knew nothing when she was asked by a certain department, who would believe that Lex Luthor's chief secretary knew nothing about everything? What do you know?

Well, she admitted that she was lying because she knew that the people who came to her and monitored her were not the FBI, but from a more secretive government agency, the Sky Eye Society.

But don't tell the mother, because no parent wants their child to be associated with a state secret agent.

Walking on the stairs, in addition to the footsteps of high heels, her mother's nagging echoed in her ears. In addition to feeling sore in her ankles, her heart was also full of exhaustion.

She doesn't have much savings, as Americans do. After all, as the secretary of a big boss like Luther, she has to spend money to buy high-end clothes and jewelry so that she can socialize with others without losing the company's face.

But the boss, Luther, dissolved the company and later died on TV news.

Those luxury goods have gone through many hardships and the economy has just recovered, but there is no way to quickly discount them. After all, 60% of the world's population still uses potatoes to satisfy their hunger.

It's not that there's no way to cash it out, it's just that she can't bear it.

The high-end evening dress I bought for $60,000 last year can only be exchanged for a bag of flour when I send it to a pawn shop. Would you like to exchange it?

She had to rent out her previous luxury villa, move into an affordable community, and take the bus when she went to interview for a job, because her luxury car had been taken away by the bank as collateral.

But I don’t know what the mother on the other side of the phone said. She suddenly shook her head:

"I won't go back, Mom. I graduated from Harvard Business School. I have four doctorate degrees at the age of 27. Going back to the countryside of Kansas to drive a tractor? No, I want to stay in the metropolis. There are high-paying jobs here. I want to live a good life.”

"..." A lot of words were said on the other side of the phone.

"No, Gotham can't be considered. Although Wayne Enterprises pays well, I will be killed on the streets in that city. Star City can't do it either. The only one I can like is Quinn Industries, but their boss ran for the city. A business that grows but often disappears has no future.”

The room she rented was on the third floor of the apartment, a floor that was neither high nor low. She was very experienced. After all, there were always aliens coming to fight Superman. Living in a high-rise building was simply asking for death.

The third floor is more suitable, second only to a single-family villa on a suburban hillside. This floor will not be hit by meteorites, flooded, or overwhelmed.

Of course, in an apartment of this level, don't even think about having carpets in the corridors. Even the security guard on the first floor is just a decoration. The fat man only plays with his mobile phone in the concierge and doesn't even look up when someone comes in.

But she was still satisfied with this kind of living environment. After all, when she passed by a house, what she could hear through the thin door panel was not screams or gunshots, but the sound of programs on the TV, or who knows which house? A child's cry.

At least it is the breath of a living person. It is extremely difficult to survive a series of events.

On the way back, she saw the news on the bus TV, saying that mushroom zombies were attacking humans in many other cities.

Fortunately, nothing happened in the metropolis.

Although she didn't know why, nothing was a good thing, which strengthened her determination to stay in this city.

It was difficult to talk on the bus. After getting off the bus, she quickly called her hometown to make sure that her parents were fine in Kansas. She felt relieved, and then faced the same old talk with her parents.

It is impossible to go back to her hometown. She has been 'drifting' for so many years. Although she has encountered some difficulties now, she does not want to give up.

I don't know if she was persuaded by her, but there was suddenly no sound on the other side of the phone. She took out the key from her bag and opened the door, holding the phone on her shoulder with her cheek:

"Hello? Mom? Are you listening?"

But the moment she opened the door, she discovered that there were signs of someone else breaking into the room where no one was supposed to be. The bathroom door was wide open, and the carpet in the bedroom was thrown into the living room.

Her heart tightened, she put away the phone and took out a ray pistol from her bag.

This was something her former boss gave her for self-defense. She had never used it, but she knew that all she had to do was aim the antenna-like coil at the target and press the button on the gun handle.

At this time, a dazzling red light shone from the bedroom door, and some sounds of metal collision could also be heard.

She gently took off her shoes, and her stockinged feet moved silently on the floor, her toes curling up, which was a sign of nervousness.

Immediately, she suddenly appeared at the bedroom door and pointed her gun at the people inside.

But the next second, her eyes widened, and the hand holding the gun instantly lost strength. The air in her lungs rushed through her vocal cords, allowing her to sing like a soprano.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Because her boss, who she thought was dead, was standing in her bedroom, fiddling with a terminal that she didn't know where it came from, but it had multiple screens and was very high-tech.

However, he was frighteningly pale and did not look like a living person at all. Even the eyes on his face were pitch black, like some kind of monster.

"Don't yell, Mercy, it's very unsightly."

Luther turned to look at her calmly, with the same tone as before, as if this was not a secretary's low-rent apartment, but his usual small CEO's office with a panoramic view of the mountains.