Super-check Department.

Conference room.

Mark sat cross-legged in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the glass tabletop.

As for the black-faced Hank Henshaw opposite?

Playing Psychological Tactics?

Or play the Martian probe mind?

Mark leaned forward and looked at Hank Henshaw with a smile on his face and said, "What? Is there something on my face? ”

Hank Henshaw frowned slightly.

Perfect disguise.

Probe people's hearts.

This is their special ability as Martians.

But.

That ability is no longer valid.

Half ringing.

Hank retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Last night, the leaders of the eight organized crime teams in the next city died violently overnight, and at the same time, the funds for their activities were completely lost. ”

Mark shrugged, "So what? Director Henshaw: Is this going to do justice to these people? ”

"No, I'm more concerned about you and the woman who appeared with you yesterday than they are."

"I told you, I'm a black household, and so is Wheat."

“…… Do you think I believe it? ”

"And what are you going to do?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to ask Mr. Louis to stay here for a few days."

"Hehe, Director Henshaw, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Has anyone called the police? Or did the eight Vitality groups call you to report that they were robbed? ”

“…… We are a covert law enforcement agency and have the right to detain you. ”

"Haha."

Mark smiled brightly, looked at the righteous and awe-inspiring director of the super-investigation department, and said to Hank Henshaw, a Martian fake one, "Please." ”

Just right.

The residence or something should not be so quickly purchased.

Someone provided three meals a day plus a dormitory, and Mark couldn't ask for it.

Besides.

Kate is also here.

It was perfect.

Mark was delighted.

Hank Henshaw was silent.

It was the first time he had faced such an uncertain person.

As for what Kate said came from another universe?

Hank Henshaw is 10,000 unbelievers.

He might believe that he was an alien.

But another universe?

Are you kidding.

But.

Mark is right when he says it.

Even secret agencies can't detain people so casually.

Half ringing.

Mark was escorted out of the Supercheck Department by Kate.

Mark turned his head to look at the black-faced big man and said, "I don't mind staying with you, just let my fiancée look at me." ”

Hank Henshaw said with a dark face, "We don't have any extra resources to waste. ”

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do you need me to donate?" Although you can't get a lot of money, it's okay to donate 30 or 40 million. ”

Hank Henshaw was silent for a moment, turning back and walking toward the facility.

Because of Mark's relationship with Kate, Hank Henshaw felt that there was no need to embarrass the other party over a trivial matter.

Plus the mystery in Mark.

It also made Hank Henshaw feel that maintaining a relative friendship was a good choice.

This is the Martian's sixth sense.

Mark shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the black face that walked into the facility.

Really.

The black-faced guys all have the same personality.

Can't help but tease.

However, the boiled eggs can still see the tricks to come to the last two or three rounds.

This Hank Henshaw in front of you?

I can't hold on for a single round.

Boring.

It's boring.

Kate next to him looked at it for a while, shook his head for a while, sighed for a while, and Mark, who seemed to be possessed by a drama spirit, suddenly stretched out his claws angrily and twisted towards Mark's waist.

One twist.

Kate blinked at Mark, who was looking at her with a smile.

Twist again.

Mark's expression remained the same.

Wrong.

There is no expression of pain.

But......

Kate was stunned and then let go, and then said angrily, "I'm at work." ”

What's in this guy's head?

Gold leaf?

Mark said helplessly: "Then you should at least tell me where your apartment address is, you can't let me go to the metropolis tonight and continue to earn extra money." ”

"Then you go." Kate said angrily, "Kara's cousin, Superman, settled in Metropolis. ”

Mark sneered and said nonchalantly: "The scum who is immune to the magic resistance can't go for a round under my hands at all." ”

Kate: "......"

Yes.

It doesn't matter which dimension or which Earth's Kryptonite.

There are a few points that remain constant.

If there are superheroes Kryptonians, there will be supervillains Kryptonians.

Kryptonians are afraid of kryptonite.

Kryptonians are all physical streams, and the cloak on their bodies is not a magic cloak.

A magic attack went down.

Mark can make Superman kneel in front of him and beg for mercy.

While Mark can't attack magically, don't forget that Maizi, the CEO of the Underworld, can, although Maizi doesn't like magic very much.

As for the women's super league?

Forget it.

After all, they are all future sisters-in-law in name......

Half an hour later.

Wearing sunglasses, Mark walked alone on Highway 112 with his hands in his pockets.

There are two headphones stuffed in the ears.

This time it's a vacation.

Telekinesis flying or anything is completely unnecessary.

That's when it happened.

Not far away.

Wow wow wow woo ......

Police lights flash.

Alarm roared to the sky.

Boom.

A car from the nineties drove past Mark like the wind.

This was followed by two or three police cars chasing and intercepting them.

Mark was stunned.

Shrug your shoulders directly.

He's a black guy in this world.

Mind his business.

But Mark doesn't care, some people do.

Boom again.

Mark's peripheral vision caught the blue and red phantom.

At the same time, it also solved a long-standing doubt in his heart.

That is.

What's underneath the skirt of a supergirl?

Safety pants.

Really.

Only the unknown is the most mysterious......

Mark loudly took off the earbuds at the super girl who flew over and said, "Hey, slow down, you're speeding." ”

On the first day of the official volunteer police superhero, Kara suddenly heard such a sentence, and suddenly even the trajectory of the flight was crooked.

Turned his head to look over.

Mark was smiling and waving to her.

Kara's face darkened suddenly.

The next second.

Boom!

Kara landed like Ultraman descending, and the ground really cracked.

The car, which was evading the police, crashed over.

Compare the hardness of a car with a Kryptonian?

The car was a complete failure.

Not every car is called Cybertron.

After helping the Nashinno Police Department complete a car chase.

Carla took off directly, ignoring Mark's beckoning, and took off instantly.

Mark was helpless.

Midair!

"You're going away." Kara, who was flying towards her apartment, looked at Mark, who was suddenly parallel to her, and said angrily.

Mark looked at the flying posture of the female super and asked curiously, "Do you Kryptonians need to raise your hands to fly?" Could it be that your Kryptonite is also called the M78 nebula? ”

“…… What the? ”

"Look at me."

“……”

Kara looked sideways.

Mark wears a suit, puts his hands behind his back, and rides the wind!

The end can be described in two words.

It's exactly one word.

Handsome.

Handsome.

Cool!

In the super-check bureau.

Kate and Hank Henshaw stand side by side on the big screen.

on the big screen.

The supergirl was ignorant and began to change her flight posture under the command of Mark.

Kate couldn't help but cover her forehead.

This retarded ......