"The test report is out."
"Yeah, tell me."
Superman, Clark Kent, aka Kal-El, the most powerful man on Earth (was) was on the phone right now.
This was the apartment he shared with Lois Lane—their little love nest.
"The super strength gradually fades away. Your physical strength has gone from a record of more than 30,000 tons to 3 kilograms in one day, but you can still beat the children in the kindergarten eating lollipops. It's awesome."
Clark could hear Batman's tone. The voice was as cold and calm as usual, reading ruthlessly, as if reading a string of data without any emotion.
But Clark could hear the emotion contained in it, and he laughed: "But after three days, I recovered to 30 kilograms, which became the limit weight of a normal human being."
"And then for a week in a row, you don't get any strength gains."
He heard Batman mutter, "What the hell."
"Your super vision disappeared directly, heat vision, cryobreathing, and the ability to fly...the body of steel...gone, nothing."
"It has ended!"
Clark suppressed a smile. He could tell that Batman was sad, but he smiled happily (front). The Man of Steel laughed like an idiot:
"Hahaha, you sound like a bitch, Bruce."
"That's not funny at all."
He heard Batman regain his calm voice.
"The situation is very bad."
Clark did not answer Batman's words, but said something else:
"You know, Bruce, in the old days, sometimes when Martha saw the old hens on the Kent farm not laying any eggs for a day again, she would be very frustrated and say to me, 'No more. There's nothing left, it's over!'"
"Clark, are you done with the phone call~"
Clark turned his head and saw his girlfriend, Lois Lane, waving to him with a game controller.
"Oh, I'll be here soon."
He covered the mouth of the phone, gave his girlfriend some perfunctory words, and then continued:
"Of course, Bruce, I swear you didn't sound anything like her when you said 'gone' just now."
"We are not discussing this now."
He heard Batman say:
"And I remember I told you to call your job when you're at work."
"It's highly possible that our call was monitored by anyone, possibly Luther, or Amanda Waller. You shouldn't call me by my first name."
"Okay, Bruce, got it, Bruce."
"..."
Clark was very happy that Batman did not delve further into this issue in the end. He continued to hear the other person's voice coming from the other side of the microphone. While listening to the other person's tirade, he found a biscuit on the nearby glove cabinet and stuffed it into his mouth:
"The environment of Krypton is very harsh...there is no doubt that. Therefore, in the long process of evolution, Kryptonians have evolved the ability to absorb the energy of the sun's rays and convert it into a biological stance to fight against the harsh environment."
"And Krypton's sun is red, so all the Kryptonians on Krypton don't have the same superpowers as you do on Earth."
"But when you come to Earth, this superpower gene is activated."
Clark concentrated on eating the cookie.
"Uh-huh."
"And the biological weaponization of Doomsday has caused extremely serious consequences to your body. I mean, we did successfully peel off the Doomsday spores, just like making water and starch sugar into a coagulated form. It’s like clumping jelly and trying to extract all the sugar out of it.”
"This simple and crude peeling wears down all the cells in your body and completely destroys your biological status. If you were on Krypton, you might die on the spot because you have no biological status to protect you. The situation is similar to that of someone who has lost their immune system. AIDS patient, but this is Earth, so you are unscathed and can even chat with me here.”
Clark then heard Batman pause for a moment.
"Why are not you talking?"
Clark put the landline phone into hands-free mode, then walked to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk, showing off the fireworks of life.
"I'm waiting for you to ask me whether this change is temporary or permanent."
"Okay, Blue...Batman, are these changes permanent or temporary?"
"Most likely permanent." Then he heard Batman eagerly say: "Damn it."
"By Batman's standards, I'm afraid you are indeed very sorry." Superman said, "But I think it's pretty good. You know, I can retire."
"Wait, I haven't finished yet, but you will occasionally recover super hearing or super vision intermittently, and you can even smoothly use your biological stance to change other people's perceptions so that others can't recognize you. Face...a little trick to hide your identity, huh? This shows that your biological stance has not completely disappeared, I think there is still a chance..."
But Batman said nothing.
"Well, you're going to retire." He said:
"I'm almost pissed off."
"So you're busy now?"
"It's more than just busy."
Clark heard Batman say: "@÷*@]A man-eating monster appeared again... Aquaman? Where is Aquaman? I only found an empty lighthouse, not even a hair of Aquaman. He is probably in Asia now." Atlantis as his king..."
"...all kinds of messy things. Without you, crime in Gotham has begun to rise again..."
Clark was already distracted, and he said at a very fast speed: "Then come on!"
Then very quickly, I hung up the phone with a bang.
"You finally finished your phone call!"
Louis saw him put down the phone, so he jumped up and threw himself into his arms, and then the two of them sat on the ground together.
"Oh, I forgot you didn't have super powers."
The two then kissed on the ground and spent the next 92 minutes together.
They got dressed again.
"I thought you would be shorter without super strength," Louis said.
"Obviously not."
Clark answered her.
A few dozen minutes later, they appeared on the street together.
"Ah, without Superman. There is a lot less news."
Louis Lan looked at Superman's somewhat bruised arm: "I can't believe that you saved another person just a few dozen minutes after we left home. If you still had superpowers, I could happily start writing " Superman saves boy who unfortunately fell from tree."
The capable female reporter complained: "And now your Superman uniform is lying in the bag behind your back. I really didn't expect you to still carry this suit with you."
"It's just that I'm used to it, and I'm no longer Superman." Clark said, "I'm Clark Kent."
"And 'Clark Kent's bravery to save a boy who unfortunately fell from a tree' is also a good title." Clark laughed: "But now this news is mine."
"Oh, come on, Clark, I've always tended to think of us as a team, not as opponents." Lois Lane said: "The first time you stepped into Perry's office, I knew there was something special about you. Something that makes you a great reporter."
"It's useless to say nice things, hehe." Clark blinked. The two of them were enjoying such a warm and peaceful time. There was no alien invasion, no super villains, no Superman, and no Batman, just Clark Kent and Lois. Ryan.
They walked together in silence for a while.
The years are just right and the time is intoxicating.
That's fine, Clark.
Lewis thought silently.
You once strongly wanted to blend in with us, but you are not us...
As she walked, she quietly looked at Clark's eyebrows.
But now, you have become weak and you can no longer fight the battle that others cannot fight.
That's fine, please, just let it go.
She resisted looking away from the bruises Superman had just received from saving the little boy who fell.
They turned the corner and walked to Broadway and 45th Avenue. Louis was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the crowd gathering in front of him. He felt that Clark seemed to be thinking about something, and both the man and the woman were thinking about their own thoughts.
"Hey, Clark." Louis hesitated for a while: "Valentine's Day is coming soon, you..."
boom!
A sudden gunshot interrupted Louis' words.
Clark immediately protected Lois Lane behind him. Only then did they realize that there were many people in front of them, seemingly gathering to watch the excitement, and police officers were everywhere.
He heard someone shouting in front of him: "Don't think the police..."
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Continuous gunshots were fired, and the street suddenly became chaotic. People fled in all directions.
"Beep beep beep beep——"
Lois Lane's phone rang at the right time: "This is Perry White, Louis, big news. My informant at the police station told me that there was an armed robber at the intersection of Broadway and 45th Avenue. He Trying to rob a store, the police will be on the scene in three minutes and he’s taking a hostage!”
"Well done, Perry." Louis said angrily, "But we were right there."
"..." Perry was silent for a brief moment, and then immediately said: "Be careful, I want a story, but I also want my reporter to live!"
"Of course, we won't be so stupid as to-"
Then Louis heard the busy signal on Clark’s phone:
Du—du—du—du—
"Batman is most likely going to deal with what he told me before."
Clark put down the phone that he couldn't get through repeatedly, and whispered: "That monster that appeared on the beach and ate people alive. Batman went to deal with that matter personally, so he can't leave now."
Louis felt his heart contract.
"We should get Wonder Woman or one of Batman's other henchmen to sort this out. Uh, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn or whatever Clayface is, he's going to be jumping around doing a waltz."
Louis felt that his tongue was starting to get knotted. Not only did he not know what to say, he even began to lose his normal language organization ability: "There is always a way."
"Yeah, there's always a way." Clark, no, Superman said.
"You...you don't have to..."
"I'm sorry, Louis. I can fix this. Wonder Woman has been trying to get over from Boston for too long."
Clark observed the scene carefully: "It is obvious that the hostages will not last until that time, and the kidnappers are very excited. I think I am the only superhero present at the scene."
Lewis opened his mouth and said somewhat dejectedly:
"You...are you going to the toilet again?"
(Superman often uses the restroom as an excuse to put on his Superman uniform and do heroic deeds)
"I was still able to mobilize my basic biological stance to cover my face so that my secret identity would not be revealed."
Clark told her again: "I can fix this, I've figured out a way."
He looked at Louis, and the female reporter flinched under his gaze.
So a few minutes later.
"Please put the gun down."
Everyone makes way for Superman, like the obedient waves when Moses parted the sea.
A policeman armed with ammunition stands next to Superman.
"Jesus Christ. Superman hasn't been around in over a week."
"Is that Superman? This is my first time seeing him!"
"When did he appear in the crowd?"
"Hey guys, can you see his face? I feel like I can't remember his face..."
"Superman." The policeman said, "The kidnapper has no other accomplices. This is a crime of passion... Oh, by the way, I remember you have clairvoyance."
He said a little nervously:
"You are Superman."
"Yes, I am Superman." Clark said.
He stood in front of the kidnapper and let the kidnapper point his gun at his chest.
"Back off."
he heard the kidnapper say.
"I can't," Clark answered him.
"I told you to stay back!"
The kidnapper was a fat man wearing a hood and strangled a man with glasses from behind.
Clark continued: "You know what happens to me when people shoot, right?"
He saw the kidnapper's feet shaking.
"They're going to waste bullets."
He raised his hands high, holding out the S-class logo on his chest, and slowly approached the kidnapper.
"I told you to back off! I really know how to shoot!"
The kidnapper's voice was trembling: "Stay back, I won't let you move forward!"
"You don't want to do that."
Clark's voice was deep and warm, with a nice bubble sound, which gave people an inexplicable feeling of reassurance.
"You haven't hurt anyone yet. You can still surrender, and you can save yourself time, because you will be forced to do so before long... But you can surrender now."
The kidnapper had a look of horror in his eyes.
"No! They'll lock me up for years!"
"Because of what you did, yes," Clark said.
He walked forward slowly, his chest, which had lost its steel body, pressed against the cold muzzle of the opponent's gun.
Clark could even feel his chest muscles sinking slightly under the muzzle of the gun. The muzzle was facing his chest. As long as he pulled the trigger and the bullet came out, he would...
"But if you don't pull the trigger and give up resistance, the sentence will be shorter, and you still have the rest of your life. Make your choice, please."
He said into those crazy eyes.
Embarrassing, I forgot to create a new volume.
(End of chapter)
