At the point, Clark is not stupid, and Sealing the dust is not stupid.

This world-class mission is not so simple, the existence mission is clearly stated, "teach Superman Clark Kent", he can't copy all his own set to him, then this is not teaching, but forcible blocking.

So I had to ask Clark at the end if that sentence was comfortable.

This is also his answer, since this question has been asked, Clarke's first solution has been given, and Feng Chen will not say anything more.

The road is self-guided.

……

There is also a warm sun in the warm autumn, and Feng Chen knew that after Clark and himself communicated that day, he left New York, and he didn't know where he was at this time, leaving only one sentence.

"Feng Chen, when you read this message, I was already in Greenland, my family called me a few days ago, the farm will be busy, I hope you can help on your vacation days, and I will be back after a while."

So one afternoon, Feng Chen handed in his resignation, but the pot-bellied supervisor who approved the resignation looked embarrassed, not that the straight Oriental man standing in front of him did not do well, but it was too good, in the days when Feng Chen was a security guard, first the bullying incident on campus dropped to a very low number, and secondly, the environment around the school became much cleaner, and the Manhattan city gang likes to lure these students in the school who have not seen the world, in an incident of coercion and inducement of students to pay protection money, I saw with my own eyes that this man easily knocked down four or five gang members, and it is later said that the gang called the "Manhattan Red Scorpions" chose to remain silent.

This must be the hand behind the back of this oriental man, as long as anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

In this regard, Feng Chen in front of him shirked with a smile that he didn't do it himself, and he was a little unhappy at the time, since you did it, why did you shirk? It wasn't until later that I learned that this is the two words "modesty" that Oriental people pay attention to, so I am more optimistic about sealing the dust.

Look, it's gold that always shines, what? How many pieces of gold are there? Most of you and I are pieces of iron? Don't panic, it will be one day, it's just rusty......

After repeated attempts by the school's personnel director, Feng Chen still chose to resign.

So Feng Chen took his salary and returned to his temporary rented house, a small house, under the regret of the landlord Mrs. Pamela, Feng Chen still returned to the house, but he didn't take anything with him, only a piece of clothing on his body, the notebook he bought, the bed, daily necessities, etc., all left to Mrs. Pamela.

Mrs. Pamela was a gentle lady in her thirties, a housewife, who knocked on the door almost every day...... According to Mrs. Pamela, she had studied in the East, and knew the difficulties of being away from home and being in a foreign country, and the rent was also the cheapest that could be given around, and it was not convenient for Feng Chen to say directly, so he could only accept this kindness, so when he left, he pressed two thousand dollars under the porcelain teapot that was commonly used.

Just take it as your own heart.

When everything was dealt with, Feng Chen still had some money left in his hand, so he went to a shopping area, bought some ordinary gifts, and got on the train to Mowell Town.

Morwell Town is in the southwest of Manhattan City, after leaving Manhattan City, the terrain becomes flat, the distant plain seems to be dressed in gold under the golden sun, the train is also relatively old, it looks a little old, the dust can be seen through the brightly polished glass The front of the car makes a whistle, like a long dragon slowly moving forward.

A little bored, so he closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, when two men passed by and touched himself slightly.

Feng Chen's originally closed eyelids lifted slightly, and then closed again.

"I'll just say that guy is an idiot!" The man who had just touched the dust was a man in a black jacket, with a scar on his eyebrows, a thin lip, and a wad of dollars spitting and frothing.

"This is a rare fat sheep! Mcgonagall! The companion on one side, wearing a red cap and a yellow coat, was staring at McGonagall as he counted the money in his hand.

"One thousand three hundred and sixty dollars! Buddy! The first time we did this we did it, we caught a big fish! McGonagall smiled greedily, he carefully put the wad of money in his underwear pocket, this is to see his companion Hank is stretching out a fingerless hand shaking in his chest intentionally or unintentionally, he poked his head out to look at the front and back of the two carriages, slapped Hank's head hard and scolded:

"Don't shake your ugly hands in front of Lao Tzu! Now you give me a little care! That man is sleeping now, and it is estimated that when he wakes up, he will definitely find that he has lost his money! ”

"McGonagall, we guess he won't wake up when he arrives, you're thinking too much, now let me count again!" Hank glanced greedily and pursed his lips.

"Shut up!" McGonagall knocked Hank on the head, and then glanced at the oriental man sitting at the front of the carriage, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and at some point, the pocket of the man's black coat showed a corner of green color, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pushed Hank and said, "We are alive again." ”

"Hey...... Hank" Hank saw it too, and he nodded at McGonagall, and when he came back again, he had five hundred dollars more in his hand.

"Sure enough, this line of profiteering!"

And the oriental man seemed to know nothing about it, the train continued to move slowly, until after the platform in front of Morwell, it stopped, McGonagall and Hank looked at each other and smiled, inadvertently glanced at the guy who was still sleeping on the seat, and looked at each other again, this time after stepping off the train, the two of them had a bunch of big bags of things in their hands, which were some gifts that Feng Dust bought from the city of Manhattan for Ms. Diane.

When the train whistled again, the two guys looked at the still sleeping man through the glass, gestured two middle fingers, and watched the train go away.

"Hey, hey! Finally done with this ticket! I can't wait to go to Papa Carveh's tavern and find some pretty chicks to have a good time! Hank laughed.

"Let's go! There are so many people here! McGonagall suddenly had a bad feeling that it was all too calm and too simple.

So the two turned to leave, and as soon as they took a step, they froze in place, because they saw a man in a black coat sitting in the front seating area, yawning, and looking for hands on the two with a smile.

McGonagall's face was cold, Hank's face was pale, the two looked at each other and fled separately without saying a word, McGonagall scolded secretly:

"Damn!! Isn't he supposed to be on the train?! ”

On the other end, Hank's face became more and more pale, he kept looking back and found that the man had been following him unhurriedly, so he was even more panicked, Feng Chen took a slight step, and moved directly seven or eight meters in the next second, and there was no sense of abruptness, but the most important thing is that there are almost no people on the platform here.

"How did you get off the train?!" Seeing that he had no way out, Hank could only give up and run away, and he found that he couldn't get rid of this weird guy no matter what, and scolded fiercely.

Feng Chen yawned again, originally he planned to directly break the hands of these two guys, so that these two guys would remember this lesson, and then he had new ideas.

"You don't need to know that, by the way, do you have a car?" Feng Chen's eyes flashed brightly and said, seeing the vast fields of Pingchuan on the train, Feng Chen felt that it was better to drive by himself, after all, the train was a little boring, which seemed to be a common problem of human beings.

"No ......" Hank was stunned for a moment, why didn't he play cards according to the routine, shouldn't he sternly ask if his money and things were on him! Or shout for the thief!

Then he saw that the oriental man was a little lost, bent down to pick up a small stone that rolled down to his feet next to the railroad tracks, and was depressed about what this guy was going to do, when the air made a slight "flutter" sound, and saw that the stone held by this man was pinched and shattered, and even turned into fine powder flowing out of his fingertips, and then there was a sigh of nothingness.

"How can this be a good ...... without a car"

Hank chuckled in his heart and instantly fell to his knees, laughing more ugly than crying.

"Yes, McGonagall has a car...... Big guy, I only have a bicycle, can you spare me......"

Then I felt a blow to my abdomen, a sharp pain spread throughout my body, the money in my pocket was turned over, and I saw a man in a coma take back what he had stolen, and he was walking in the direction of McGonagall's escape, muttering dissatisfaction.

"I don't even have a car, I don't even have a car, I don't have a lot of technical content, I don't have any professional ethics."

"You told me I only had bicycles?"

"What kind of bicycle do you want......

Hank's face turned red, and he felt endless humiliation hit his head, and he vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.