What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Chapter 109 Humanity will never surrender to you (page 12)

Editor-in-Chief White was reading the manuscript given to him by Lois Lane, who was standing in front of his desk.

"...that is, the object and its occupants are not products of the earth..."

With a snap, he dropped the paper on the table.

"I really can't report it, no matter how you change it, Louis." Editor-in-Chief White said.

"We've discussed this many times. Maybe half of it is your imagination."

"But civilian contractors proved..."

"Ah uh--" But before Lewis could finish his words, he was interrupted by Editor-in-Chief White's wave.

"I'll tell you again, Louis. My opinion is no different now than it was a few days ago. The Pentagon denies the existence of the ship—"

"Of course they deny it! They should deny it because they are the Pentagon!" Lewis said anxiously:

"Perry! Come on, this is me we're talking about. I'm a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist."

"That's like a famous reporter!" Editor-in-Chief White's voice also sounded a little angry: "I will not report stories about aliens hiding among ordinary people. Absolutely not."

Louis said nothing.

Editor-in-Chief White sighed.

"Didn't you already publish your article with that tabloid reporter Woodburn? That's it, Louis."

"That article is suitable for publication on his cancerous website full of lies, but cannot be openly published on the Daily Planet."

Lewis opened his mouth: "My article just happened to be leaked online..."

"Okay, let's stop making excuses like this. I have already acquiesced to your behavior. It's time to be content, Miss Lane."

Chief Editor White said:

"I told you not to follow that line, and you let it go viral. The publisher wanted to sue you, but I pushed back. So Louis - two weeks of unpaid leave, I've been nice enough to you. But my tolerance is not unlimited.

"That's it this time, but if you dare to do this again, I will really fire you."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"So, Louis, I'm telling you seriously, don't follow me any further. This is for your own good."

Chief Editor White's tone slowed down slightly:

I believe you're on to something, Louis. I don't think your clues are worthless. However, giving up is definitely the right choice and is good for everyone. "

He whispered: "If people learn that such people exist on earth, can you imagine how people will react?"

"Okay." Louis said.

Chief Editor White shook his head:

"You can go out."

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Martha Kent has been feeling weird lately about the people she knows.

This afternoon, she went to a cake shop in a small town a few kilometers away to pick up the cake she had ordered a few days ago. Although the shop owner was very enthusiastic, he acted as if he had no idea that she had ordered a cake.

Damn it, she made an agreement with the other party two days ago and even paid the deposit. No matter how busy the other party is, he won't even forget about business, right?

Moreover, the shop owner's temperament also changed drastically. She remembered that he used to be quite lazy, but now he looked like he was extremely diligent, and he even offered to pay her double the deposit.

What exactly is this matter about?

Martha walked through the town full of questions, only to find that everyone in the town had changed their temperament.

Diligent people become lazy, indifferent people become enthusiastic...

This is so weird, it's almost as if countless excellent actors have replaced these people in the small town, and then performed each role incorrectly according to their own understanding.

Could it be that they have all been replaced by some shape-shifting monster? Like in The Thing?

(Note: In the movie "The Thing", the alien monster eats living people and then changes into their appearance.)

Martha Kent thought of the movie she watched a few days ago, and her brain became slightly distracted, but then she shook her head and laughed dumbly.

Haha, how is that possible?

Oh, and speaking of this movie, it really went too far in vilifying aliens, and her baby Clark isn't such a scary alien.

Martha Kent was thinking as she closed the door of the car and picked up large and small bags of daily necessities from the back seat of the car, as well as a cake - the cake shop owner insisted on sending a cake after losing double the deposit. As an apology, Martha firmly paid the money.

She turned her head and saw that on the top of a hill in the distance, his baby son Clark was doing combat training with the gentleman named Bruce Wayne. This was their daily routine for the past three days.

Clark didn't mention the mysterious Mr. Wayne to him much, but she already knew that he was the billionaire in Gotham and the boss of the Daily Planet where his son now worked. As for the rest? Her son didn't tell, and Martha wouldn't ask.

Clark has grown up and has the ability to handle social situations on his own. And she just needs to watch.

the other side.

vomit!

Clark never thought that his introduction to fighting would start with practicing preventing himself from vomiting.

When Mr. Bruce Wayne gave him the smell of the super stink bomb for the first time, he vomited on the spot, but the other party said calmly next to him:

"Don't worry, you feel disgusted, Zod feels even more disgusting, but you have smelled this stench for a long time, and he will definitely not be able to match you in terms of tolerance. All you have to do is beat him into a cookie despite the nausea. …”

Clark barely controlled his breathing.

He knew that Mr. Wayne was right. After several days of olfactory torture, he could now suppress the physical feeling of vomiting even if he smelled the stench.

What he admired most was that even though he was in such a stinky environment, Mr. Wayne seemed to be fine and walked freely.

What kind of hard training it took to suppress the physiological reaction of vomiting!

"Okay, your mother is back."

Chen Tao saw Martha Kent's car appearing on the horizon, so he sprayed Poison Ivy's special antidote into the air:

"That's it for today's training."

The stench in the air was quickly neutralized by the antidote, reducing the stench to a level that would not cause death.

But Chen Tao still silently maintained the complete metalization of the respiratory system in his nasal cavity, and did not dare to inhale any odor. He had also seen Clark suffer from vomiting and diarrhea during practice, and he didn't want to try it himself.

"I'll come back to train with you tomorrow. Remember the attack moves I taught you." He said to Clark, and then without even waiting for the other party to answer, he turned into a bat composed of nanobots and flew away in a hurry. After teaching Clark, he still has Poison Ivy training on his side.

Clark kept waving behind him.

He finally sprayed himself all over his body with Poison Ivy's antidote to dispel the remaining stench. After all, he didn't use stink bombs to directly detonate himself. The contaminated odor quickly dissipated under the antidote.