119 Clark's line: A life without a sprinkler is incomplete

Clohee's day usually ended like this - reporting progress to Miss Mercy, shutting down the equipment in his laboratory, and returning to his bed in the dormitory before feeling like he was about to die.

Until today.

She collided head-on with a horse as she turned a corner.

A black horse with metallic hair and wearing a straw hat snorted triumphantly after realizing that its eyes were wide open in shock - she must have been working overtime, otherwise why would she have such a dream?

Which department's experiment is this? Or is this Mr. Luther's new project? What kind of experiment would require a horse?

Many thoughts were mixed together and could not be distinguished until the black horse took two more steps forward, someone dismounted and picked her up from the ground.

...and helped to brush off the dust on my clothes.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Despite the other party's enthusiasm, Clohe still broke out in a cold sweat, and his voice trembled.

After all, she is just a fragile scientific research clerk. If this were a science fiction movie, she would definitely be the first cannon fodder to be sacrificed.

"Ma'am, how did you get in?"

The other party didn't answer the question. She took out a bottle of... beer from somewhere?

"This is for you," she held up the gift. "You're the best-tempered JOJA employee I've ever met. You totally deserve this."

The other party's strange behavior did dispel Clohe's concerns to some extent - at least she had never seen a super villain give gifts before doing something, but this was her job after all, and the conscientious researcher decided to try again.

"I'm sorry, this is the Luther Group's testing base. You're trespassing illegally. I can send security to arrest you. What's more, you're carrying a horse..."

"This is Libao. She prefers to be called by her name," the woman corrected gently, as if the horse's name was more important than anything else.

"Okay, and what's more, you're bringing Li Bao with you, which is totally against the rules."

"I thought you all were off work at this time, so I came here," the woman said sincerely, but her words were faster than a knife: "JOJA usually gets off work at 11 o'clock, why are you still working after 12 o'clock?"

Clohe: ...

It was so heartbreaking! Did she really love her job? It was clearly because her experiments hadn't yielded results that satisfied Mr. Luthor—she had no doubt that even the most formidable researchers would be divided into two categories: some intelligent and some completely clueless in front of Lex Luthor.

But of course, he couldn't say these words to an unidentified intruder, and it was best not to complain, otherwise Cloxi felt that he would definitely be fired the next day for stepping into the laboratory with his left foot.

Clohe took a deep breath, as if everything he said next was sincere and without any falsehood.

"I'm working overtime voluntarily." / "Do you want a new job?"

Clohee:?

Aria couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry! I knew it wouldn't sound so good coming from me, but I did practice it with Bruce Wayne!"

It turns out that you can never learn the temperament of rich people, but this should be enough.

After laughing enough, the farmer straightened up and said, "Although I don't really like this approach and would rather start with being friends with you, it seems a little too late."

"I saw machinery extracting some kind of green stone from the ground. It's quite different from the Greenwater Nickel Ore I discovered earlier." Aria tilted her head. "I just sold a large batch of wine. Make an offer. How much can I get for the inside information?"

To deal with JOJA coming from the city, you have to use the methods of the city's inhabitants. This is an important lesson she learned in Gotham!

…

If Cloxi had only had goosebumps before, now she felt like cold sweat was about to fall. She subconsciously looked at the nearby surveillance camera and found that there was a translucent object stuck on it.

The instigator looked very proud: "It's slime! It sticks very well, but if it's covered for too long it will be easily discovered by the security system, so we have to hurry!"

Clohe: ...It's more foolproof than foolproof. The people who designed this system probably didn't expect someone to use such a childish toy to disrupt the surveillance...

Seeing that the pirate ship was about to turn in an incredible direction, Clohe decided to give it a try.

…She followed!

…

Clark was sending the second version of the article to Perry when he received a goodnight text from Aria.

Although there was no famous joke in the design circle like "I think the first version is better", Perry's high requirements for press releases often gave Clark a headache - this sign had been there since he started working at the Daily Planet, but as he made his mark in the news industry, Perry's requirements also became higher.

"It's sharp, but not deep enough, Kent, not deep enough." Perry erupted with passion like a volcano: "You sign your name to what you write, so you are responsible for it."

"What does the public want to know most? The truth. So you have to delve into it to the very end, until you can't dig any further."

...As a journalist, sure. But as a lover?

After pressing the send button, Clark Kent took off his pair of rustic glasses and looked out the window - the moon was bright in the sky over Metropolis tonight, and it must be the same beautiful moonlight over Smallville.

Even though he didn't think Aria would be happy with going to bed early on such a beautiful night, Clark still chose the "pretend not to know" option.

Just like pretending not to understand the implicit meaning of parting in Aria's tone when she handed him the flowers, pretending not to know that the farmer had a goal that she had been chasing and never stopped, and for this reason she appeared in Gotham, the desert and all the places that ordinary people should not go.

Superman has low magic resistance, and when the world consciousness intentionally makes him ignore abnormalities, he often skips key information.

…But Superman was still a reporter after all, and once he touched the end of a thread, his instinct to get to the bottom of it urged him to delve deeper. Consciousness could be tampered with, but the diary he kept in the Fortress of Solitude could not. He had written down almost everything about Aria there, but he had never deduced the events between them.

That's it, Clark said to himself, don't get addicted to deciphering the puzzle like Red Robin - even though he seemed to have gotten two-thirds of the answer, what's the point if the price is that the person who is best at escaping in the world will always avoid you?

Clark Kent averted his gaze and tapped a reply on his phone.

Good night, little sun.

…

The atmosphere at Lex Group's morning meeting today was not a pleasant one.

"Are you trying to tell me that the purification lab I built in Smallville damaged the main circuit because of a few cheap sprinklers that came from nowhere?" Lex Luthor flicked the inferior metal on the table and snorted coldly: "This is not a good joke, Mercy."

For the first time today, the assistant with neat short black hair refrained from making any sharp remarks. After all, it was she who was present at the scene yesterday and who was drenched by the sprinklers installed on the ceiling like a quick-response nozzle, not the boss who was now standing in front of her and talking nonstop.

She didn't even need to say much, just wait for the second hand to turn a few more times and reach six o'clock, and the sprinkler on Luther's expensive wooden desk sprayed wildly around like a drunk!

Lex Luthor was horrified: "Mercy!"

The assistant was prepared for this. She flung open her umbrella and stood in front of the boss, just as she had done many times before.

The sprinkler hissed as it hit the umbrella, and the two of them sat in silence amidst this almost white noise.

"This is the situation, Mr. Luther." Mercy was finally able to continue with her work report. "The surveillance equipment at the crime scene was vandalized. The details are still under investigation."

After pondering for a moment, she continued, "Mr. Luthor, although I haven't figured out how this thing works yet, I believe its potential far exceeds that of kryptonite."

Imagine a magical tool that can automatically sprinkle water without being connected to a water source. No matter who puts it there for destructive purposes, as long as they can use it, they will have power in places where there is no water source.

But her boss vetoed the plan.

"Mercy!" Lex Luthor stopped her with some disappointment.

He should have expected this, right? No one in this world could truly keep up with his thinking and vision. There were only poor imitators and fools who had no idea what was going on. "If I wanted to, I could even solve more than half of the world's famine!"

"But why not?" Lex Luthor pushed aside the umbrella his assistant had held for him, reached out and pressed the sprinkler nozzle, stopping the artificial rain. "Because you are narrow-minded, cowardly, and short-sighted."

"Superman is the cancer of the earth. He is the one who caused humanity to degenerate and lose its self-motivation."

"The patient lay on the operating table. The quack doctor took his temperature, handed him warm water, and treated him with the same care and concern as if he were a child. But he was terrified of the tumor that was devouring his life, not daring to cut it even once!"

The sun rises in Metropolis, and Lex Luthor opens his arms in front of the French window, like its true owner.

"If the purified kryptonite isn't enough to kill a god, Superman's enemies will become my temporary allies."

He sneered.

"I will choose for him a grave where Superman shall die in despair and obscurity."

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