On moonless nights, the streets are drizzling and cold winds are blowing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dim streetlights cast a hazy circle of light on the ground, guiding the way for more darkness.

Dave walked on the sidewalk, his double's arms shielding him from the rain, and from time to time passing cars swept across his muscular body with bright headlights, creating moving shadows on the ground.

"Turn left at the intersection ahead?" Turning his head sideways, Dave asked Cthun beside him, "The houses in this area are so old, Superman lives here?" ”

"Well, according to the Planet staff profile, Clark Kent does live here, right in front of 22 Mont Road, room 507."

"Well, I thought his place would be better!"

Raising his eyebrows, Dave stepped up, before, after Cthun finished the call, he also conveyed the news that the Grim Reaper was crazy, for the lives of those nearly ten million people, Dave must complete their plan as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

When Dave was turning, a car was also turning, Dave took one look at the car, and then saw that the tires of the car were slipping, and the next moment, the turning front of the car turned sharply towards him, and with frantic acceleration, it crashed towards Dave.

Dave calmly stopped, and the image called [Heat Death] peeled off from him, and the image reached out and directly eliminated all its kinetic energy the moment it touched the front of the car.

As if realizing something, after stopping the car, Dave continued to manipulate [Heat Death], decisively raised his right arm, and caught the flower pot falling from the sky.

"Or me?" Dave said a little strangely, although it was silly to speak into the air, he knew that the Grim Reaper could hear, "I heard you went crazy?" So even the rules of the order of death have been left behind? So afraid of disappearing? Hmph, alas, because you are afraid of 'death', you must also 'die'! ”

The speed and accuracy of the stand-in far surpassed that of humans, and Dave had just finished threatening, [Heat Death] had already thrown away the flower pot and pinched a peanut flying from afar with his near-instantaneous moving arm.

The next moment, the sound of the gunshot came from not far away.

Dave clearly saw that earlier, a pistol had fallen from a passing motorcyclist and then misfired as it hit the floor......

"Hawkers, it seems that killing people by probability is not your rule, but your ability, and your limit, right~ Take advantage of the last time, you can enjoy it!" Smiling and taunting again, Dave ignored the two stunned passers-by and walked into 22 Monte Road with the clanging of bullets landing.

In order to prevent the Grim Reaper from using the elevator again, he went up the stairs to the fourth floor and knocked on room 507.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Clark ......"

The unlocking sound is followed by the sound of the door opening.

"Smack."

The door opened, and in the somewhat dimly lit room, a burly man stood, with an indescribable momentum.

He was slightly taller than Dave, with thick black hair, three-dimensional handsome facial features, and old-fashioned glasses, through the slim black pajamas, Dave could see a toned body like a Greek sculpture.

Dave confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.

"Mr. Clark Kent?"

"It's me, you're it?" As he spoke, Clark put away the oppressive momentum that he had unconsciously exuded before, and became humble, in fact, the fact that he was still not angry after being disturbed in the middle of the night already showed that he had a good tutor.

"I'm Dave Lezesky, and I'm a watchman in New York City." As he spoke, Dave had already activated the [Armor], and the silver-white armor covered his entire body, proving his identity.

"I know you, but, Mr. Lezesky, why did you come to me so specially, or in the middle of the night?" Clark's expression was serious, "Do you want me to do a story for you?" IMHO, threatening a journalist doesn't bring good reviews! ”

"No, I don't need any deliberate reporting, just the so-called merits and demerits, leave it to future generations to comment. Caring about public opinion is not a hero's doing! ”

"So, you are here today for ......"

"To find you, Superman, we need your help!"

Clark's face turned cold, and his body once again exuded a sense of oppression: "Where did you learn my identity?" ”

"Outside the world, you should know that we are not enemies." Dave told a lie that wasn't a lie.

"Well, you're not lying." Superman's face softened, and he glanced at Cthun beside Dave and asked, "Can you explain what it is before we get down to business?" ”

"She's my retinue and a member of our team of watchmen. Her name is Cthun, and in order not to cause a fright for ordinary people to see her, she generally disturbs the spirits of those around her. ”

"First meeting, Mr. Superman!" Cthun stretched out her tentacles.

"First meeting, Miss Cthun!" Clark shook hands with Cthun, then he looked at Dave again and said, "So, what kind of super-criminals are you that even the Warden's team can't solve?" ”

"In the face of death, we need superhuman strength!"

Afterward, Dave explains to Superman in detail about the Grim Reaper's mutations and their plans, and succeeds in getting Superman's help.

The plan was almost halfway through, and the next step was to call Stark and ask Stark to launch a missile that could destroy Los Angeles.

Dave pulled out his phone and pressed the dial button.

"I'm sorry, but the call you made is on a call...... Sorry, the phone you dialed is on a call......"

After trying three times, Dave finally realized that the call could not be reached, and the cliff was caused by death.

"Little Gram, you're going to New York yourself, okay? Superman, can you please take me on a flight? ”

"Los Angeles? As easy as lifting a finger. Superman smiled easily and changed into his Superman suit.

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Within ten minutes, Dave was back in Los Angeles on the thrilling Superman Express.

Unfortunately, Stark was not in his Lookout Villa, and the two flew around to find the two Iron Men of the Great War above the arc reactor in Stark's industrial area.

The high-end armor in the red and gold color scheme is naturally Tony Stark, and the other weird behemoth is Obadi, the villain of Iron Man One.

"Is that red one Tony Stark inside?" Superman asked.

"Yes, the other one is the villain, Superman, time is pressing, can you help Tony with some pressure by the way?"

"No problem." Superman nodded, and in the next moment, he flew to Obadi's side.

Just a slap in the face.

The heavy Iron Overlord was fanned into the wall and directly dismantled.

"No, it's impossible!" Obadiah let out a roar of defeat in shock.

Tony on the other side shouted in surprise.

"Superman ???"

(It's another day of desperate full classes, and the double shift will resume tomorrow)