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Daily Planet headquarters.

On this day, a new applicant came. He was a tall young man with a straight face and looked very gentle.

"Clark Kent, this will be your place from now on. Louise, this newcomer will be handed over to you." An executive from Planet Daily led Clark to an empty table and said to Louise next door said a word.

Louise agreed and looked at the young man in bewilderment, until Clark took off his glasses before showing a surprised expression.

"You really are Clark! How do you..."

"It's this glasses, a kind of glasses I made to confuse vision. You know, Superman never wears a hood. Many people know my face. If you don't cover it up, people will recognize it." Clark put the glasses back on. Put it on, and looked at Louise with fiery eyes.

Louise was a little flustered, and she couldn't hide the surprise on her face. She looked nervously at the big man in front of her, put her hands on her lap for a while, picked up some documents for a while, and then put them aside helplessly.

A man and a woman, with the joy of not seeing each other for a long time, the excitement of reunion, and the trace of affection planted without knowing when, naturally, they were very hot.

"Where have you been during this time?" Louise summoned up her courage and asked Clark's fiery gaze.

"I was in a coma for a few days... I also want to thank you, Louise, for taking the risk for me at that time."

Having said that, Clark showed a hint of confusion on his face, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his head. There seemed to be...a dull pain?

"I seem to have been having a horrible nightmare."

Clark pondered, his eyes extremely serious.

He always dreamed that someone was beating him violently. In his dream, whenever the self in the dream was about to wake up, a mysterious person would punch him down and make him fall into a deep sleep again.

This nightmare is so real that Clark still has lingering fears, and even the back of his head seems to be hurting.

"It's okay, everything is over..." Louise comforted, and the two who opened up the topic became closer and closer to each other, whether it was the distance between hearts or space.

A few minutes later, the chairs of the two moved together. Those who didn't know it thought that Louise was dutifully teaching the newbies.

"Lucky guy."

Some men occasionally turn their heads,

Muttering, looking at Clark enviously. Louise is a flower in their Daily Planet, and everyone wants to pick it up, but no one has succeeded so far.

"Everyone, stop what you're doing, I have something to announce!"

The boss of Planet Daily, Perry White, who was tall but obese and weighed more than 200 kilograms, stood in the middle of the road with a gloomy face, then picked up the remote control and directly turned on the display screen in the hall.

On the screen, there was a guy who was talking nonsense, and that big mouth with a poisonous tongue was spouting crazily.

"The Clarion Daily's existence today is due to my wise leadership. I, James, as the leader of the world's first-class daily, have a very strategic vision and wave the flag for the people."

"I'm not like that bug in the red suit floating around New York City, I'm a law-abiding citizen, and he's a disgraceful criminal, a vile thief who is good at deceiving people with his disguises."

"All the newspapers in America, with the exception of the Daily Bugle, are rubbish, full of vile liars."

"Especially the Metropolitan Daily Planet, they want to enter New York? Impossible, New Yorkers will never accept this kind of newspaper full of lies..."

On the screen, James is extremely majestic and solemn, spitting and talking to the camera, with an extremely stern expression, people who don't know think this old guy is a top expert in a certain field, and he is commenting on the development of the world situation .

By the way, Mr. James fired a map gun, which made a pile of shit for his colleagues.

Perry, the boss of the Daily Planet, has a chubby face that turns black, as disgusting as eating a fly.

"Someone has declared war on us! Are we just going to give in like this?!" Perry roared loudly, yelling at the employees with different expressions and mostly resentful around them.

Perry used the remote control, pressed the mute button, and then pointed to the screen to accuse the Daily Bugle of scum.

"They are such a group of people, especially their boss James, who is a scum! He likes to say some fart things with his big mouth, and trick readers into buying their worthless news!"

"As we all know, the Bugle Daily is not getting better every year. Their most diligent and capable employee, Peter Parker, went to college in the first two years! With their third-rate newspapers, they can't even spend much money, so they hired People like Bullock!"

Perry was extremely excited, holding a newspaper in his hand and waving it like a morale-boosting officer.

Clark smiled and turned to look at Louise, "Does our newspaper usually work in such an atmosphere?"

"Well, actually, Perry is a very nice person, but he just can't stand stimulation. The Daily Bugle has teased him not once or twice, but this time he was pushed into a hurry." Louise suppressed a smile, and moved closer to Clark's ear said softly.

The hot air that was blown out when he spoke, sprayed into his ears, itching, a strange color flashed across Clark's face, and he stared straight at Louise.

"Wait...what's the matter, why don't we go for a drink?"

"OK!"

Another pair, done.

What greeted Clark was the extremely angry eyes of the surrounding employees, as if a flower in his house had been picked by cow dung—yes, the tall and handsome Clark was just a piece of cow dung in the eyes of the angry men.

Perry didn't notice the changes in the employees, and continued to be impassioned there, threatening to give the Daily Bugle some color, and they can't let them continue to spray, which will affect the reputation of the Daily Planet.

...

On an island somewhere on Earth, a huge Kryptonian spaceship is moored here.

In the secret chamber of creation, someone is experimenting in it.

"Failed again..." Downey frowned slightly, looking at the special cell in the debugging liquid in his hand, which was invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.

This is already the one hundred and ninetieth experiment, and it is also the one hundred and ninetieth failure.

All the cells in the experiment died.

"This kind of unreasonable creature...does it really exist?" The military doctor asked in confusion.

Even if he thought about it, he couldn't figure out how that kind of infinitely strengthened life could exist.

"Doomsday is real, and there must be something wrong with our experimental procedures."

Donnie clenched his fist, and when he opened it again, the debugging liquid and dead cells had all been turned into smaller particles and disappeared. (https:)

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