"For you, I found it, take it to a safe place."

In the middle of the ruins, Superman raised a collapsed wall, found a doll bear from below, handed it to the little girl beside her, and smiled and asked her to leave the neighborhood quickly.

The Metropolis did not suffer much damage in the previous God's punishment, but this does not mean that everyone is safe and safe, and some are still unlucky.

Compared to other North American cities, this place is pretty good, but there are still some endgames that need to be cleaned up.

But none of them are big things. After finishing the rescue and disaster relief elsewhere on the earth, Superman returned here to deal with small things, such as rescuing cats in the tree, or finding something for the affected people in the ruins.

To be honest, having the ability to see through is really convenient.

"Thank you! Carl Al!" The little girl smiled sweetly. She hugged her little bear and jumped away, leaving behind a string of cheerful laughter and a small back.

Superman tilted his head and he vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, so he could only attribute it to his thoughts.

He got out of the ruins and put down the wall he was holding. In a splash of dust, he slapped the soil on his hands and took a breath.

Since the beginning of the disaster, he has been helping others without stopping at all. Now he is almost over.

Well, I'm going to find some water to drink, I'm a little thirsty.

Superman didn't know that if Batman or Deathkiller anyone, even if Green Arrow was here, he would tell him something was wrong.

First of all, most children only know Superman but not the name Carl Al; secondly, if this house was the little girl's home, would she be so happy that she was rescued from a plush toy?

Normal children will know which one is more important than a toy or a home? The home is gone, the parents are gone, and they are happy because of a teddy bear?

Isn’t this obvious a ghost?

Unfortunately, Superman trusts others too easily. He treats everyone as good people and never doubts others easily, let alone looks like something from a little girl.

"Ahem! Superman, here." Just as Superman was about to find a park and lie down on the faucet there to drink some water, he heard someone calling his name behind him.

The sound sounded a little weak. When she turned her head and saw that it was an old lady with a hunched back. She was leaning on a cane in one hand and a big bowl in the other hand, and staggering towards him among the mountain of building ruins.

"Don't worry, do you need my help if you have anything to do?" Superman couldn't watch the old lady walking like this. He quickly flew to the other person and reached out to support the old man.

"No, haha, I have nothing to do and need your help." The old man showed a kind smile and reached out to pat his strong chest muscles: "I am here to thank you. You have helped all of us and deserve thanks."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do, the Metropolitan will be rebuilt soon, and everyone can return to their homeland, I promise."

Superman does not need others' gratitude when doing things. He believes that this is his own obligation. If he masters the ability to surpass others, he must shoulder the corresponding social responsibilities.

But the old lady thanked him, but he wouldn't refuse. Who doesn't like to listen to good things?

"You are so nice and so handsome, it reminds me of the old man who died. He was as handsome as you when he was young. Alas, the old lady picked up the bowl in her hand and handed it to Superman. The bowl was filled with clear soda water, and there were still small bubbles: "If you don't talk about him, you must be thirsty, right? Come and drink this, I'll prepare water for you."

What is the problem with water? Even if it is a plasma of ten thousand degrees, Superman can drink it without delay.

But Clark took the bowl and felt a little embarrassed because he didn't feel thirsty during the mission in the past. It's so strange today.

But when thirsty, it means thirst. When a person is thirsty, he needs to drink water. He doesn't think there is any problem.

So he picked up the bowl and took a big sip, then showed a standard sunny smile of eight teeth, and said to the old man: "Thank you, the water is delicious, but you should leave this area quickly. It is not safe here, and aftershocks may occur at any time."

"No hurry, no hurry, haha." But the old lady did not leave at this time. She just looked at Superman with a strange look and pinched his muscles: "I poured water on a large kryptonite bowl specially prepared for you. How could you not have any other expression?"

Hearing her say this, Superman looked down and saw that the big bowl in his hand had turned into green kryptonite at some point, and he was also affected by this radiation.

‘Clang’.

The big bowl of kryptonite fell to the ground and rolled out a piece. Superman's strength suddenly faded away. Not only did he say that the severe pain in his abdomen came again. He shook for a moment, knelt on one knee, but failed to fall completely.

With his eyes green, he squeezed out a few words from his teeth:

"Why? Why do you poison me?"

"No, Superman, do you think good people will be rewarded? No, you know, although you are unwilling to admit it, you also know deep down that many people who have received your help don't remember your goodness at all. They will only be jealous of your superpowers and think that you are a potential threat."

The old lady's chin began to melt, and her voice was like a witch in a fairy tale, but she was still smiling:

"You are nice to others, but others are very bad to you. Are you tired? Don't you want to have fantasies?"

"No! I believe everyone has their own kind side. Maybe someone is suspicious or hostile to me, just because they don't know me enough for the time being."

Superman's belief is very strong. Despite the unbearable pain in his body, he can still stick to his point of view, just breathing heavily when he speaks, and the kryptonite water he drinks makes him weak:

"People will understand me, we are not different, and I believe that when I have difficulties, people will help me."

"Really? Are you here to help you like me? Haha." The old lady waved to the side, and the little girl who had walked out before walked out, but the teddy bear had now been torn off by her head, revealing the blood-stained cotton inside: "What do you think she will give you?"

The little girl smiled and took out a kryptonite dagger from the inside of the teddy bear. She stretched out her long tongue and licked the blade back and forth happily.

It's too twisted, the tongue of this thing is longer than that of an ordinary tractor transmission belt.

"Who are you?" Superman finally had a question now. He realized that the creatures in front of him were probably not human, because they were not human: "I don't agree with your opinion, but we can sit down and have a good talk, not like we are now."

The old and the young looked at each other, laughed and shook their heads, and said in unison:

"Why do you still have unrealistic dreams? Open your eyes and see, only the nightmare is real!"

More and more people walked out of the ruins, all of whom Superman had helped, but they all surrounded them with weapons made from kryptonite with malicious intentions.

Only the nightmare is real, this sentence is like chanting scriptures, and is constantly praised by them and repeated
Chapter completed!