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　　Sean doesn't care about that.

　　"It seems to me that both of you are doing the same thing, there is no difference."

　　"As for letting him live... I just think it would be better for him to live."

　　A week later, Clark woke up.

　　"what…",

　　He looked at his hands in disbelief, looked at his body, although he looked exactly the same as before.

　　But...how could he be so weak?

　　What about your own strength?

　　What about your own superpowers?

　　Uh... ah...!

　　Cold, do you feel cold?

　　The whole person sat on the ground decadently, looking out in horror.

　　The yellow sand in the sky is definitely not the earth, where have these people brought themselves?

　　Da da da!footsteps.

　　Sean, who received the news, rushed over.

　　"Yo, awake? How are you feeling?"

　　"You... in the end... what did... I... do...?"

　　Word by word, I can't wait to bite Sean.

　　Fiora just wanted to go up and teach him a lesson about respect, and Sean waved his hand.

　　"I did what you asked, don't you want to be a Kryptonian?"

　　"Well, you used the genes of Mr. Kent and Ms. Martha to shape the body of a human, and you have become a human."

　　Clark was stunned, frightened, suspicious, and so on.

　　"That was given to me by my parents, what qualifications do you have to deprive you of all this?"

　　"Your parents? No, I prefer to call them Kryptonian citizens, and you, no."

　　Sean shook his fingers, the disdain made no secret.

　　"Also, I have the right to take away what does not belong to you",

　　"Mousse, start back to Earth".

　　"What do you want to do? I don't want to go to Earth, I don't want to go to Earth...",

　　He looked at him with a sneer, unmoved.

　　a man without power,

　　Or that a man who once had power but now does not come to Earth will only end up with endless years of experimentation.

　　May God bless him.

　　"Mr. President, that thing has reappeared".

　　"Where?" The president stood up and went to the bunker.

　　"In... outside the headquarters".

　　Nima, a mouthful of pus and blood almost came out.

　　This is a slap in the face!

　　"Did they ask for anything?"

　　The staff officer paused for a while with a strange look on his face: "Mr. President, they asked Clark's mother, some of the people from the Daily Planet, anyway, everyone who Clark had contacted to be present."

　　"Clark? Who?"

　　The Minister of Defense frowned.

　　"Sir, it's the alien who helped us."

　　"He? That's their alien thing, what does it have to do with us?"

　　No one spoke, and whether to do it or not requires the order of the president.

　　Outside, the tall Future was erected over the grass outside the headquarters, like a sharp sword inserted here.

　　"Sir, the existence of superpowers was scanned."

　　A projection, dense red dots.

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　　These people are all superpowers, Diana, Barry and the like are among them.

　　After waiting for a long time, all the people Sean asked for finally arrived. Outside the venue, there were human soldiers with guns and ammunition everywhere.

　　Even if they knew that these things had nothing to do with the enemy, they had no choice.

　　"This new headquarters is so beautiful."

　　Sean said that he took people off the Future and stood in the air.

　　"I'm very glad that everyone is here today. I asked you to come here just to witness one thing."

　　"Not long ago, a Kryptonian claimed that he was no longer a Kryptonian, so we made a change for him."

　　With a wave of his hand, Clark was dragged to the ground.

　　"Well, it's him, we gave him a human body", looking at Martha.

　　"Ms Martha, he is now genetically your and Mr Kent's child".

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　　"Mr. White, Ms. Louise, will you report this matter truthfully? It doesn't seem to be necessary, after all, it is broadcast live around the world today."

　　He turned to look at Clark, who was pale.

　　"Congratulations Mr. Clark, you have become a human, I wish you a happy life".

　　Om, Sean disappeared with the spaceship.

　　Is all this fanfare just to show that Clark is no longer a Kryptonian?

　　I'm afraid not.

　　"What do you want to do? He just saved mankind, what do you want to do? Let go... ah...",

　　Louise yelled, trying to attract more attention.

　　No one spoke, no one wanted to help.

　　In fact, they would love to see what the government can learn from this man.

　　Who doesn't want to be a hero?

　　Unfortunately, as soon as the people in military uniforms appeared, all the signals around them were blocked.

　　What's more, the mobile phones and cameras in their hands will be checked again.

　　Clark remained motionless, letting others take him out of here.

　　Having lived on Earth for more than [-] years, he knew what the fate would be.

　　Is he wrong?

　　No, no, just….

　　"Will he die?" Zhi Xin asked.

　　"Of course... no, humans still need to use him to deal with us! Of course he won't let him die."

　　However, being researched is unavoidable.

　　After several days of continuous reports on the encounter of Superman Clark in the world, they all disappeared directly, and the front page headlines were full of lace news of stars.

　　Clark lost his worth, and for a human being, what has no value can be discarded.one.

Chapter 297

　　"Fu, this is definitely not a good phenomenon."

　　Alfred was stunned and turned to look at his young master.

　　"I think you'd better not mess around. These people are different from those who only show off with BB guns. They will die."

　　There are still many people, the collision between civilizations, the slightest carelessness is destruction.

　　Bruce frowned, disappearing into the crowd.

　　Ah Fu sighed, he also felt that this group of aliens was not a good thing, but...

　　What can I do?

　　His own young master is too serious, and it is estimated that he has a lot of things to do.

　　"A'Fu, you contact the current US government, I need to participate in the research",

　　"Master? This... It's none of that person's business, right?"

　　Bruce turned his head sharply to stare at Alfred.

　　"No, it matters now, they are fighting on our turf, you know how many people died this time."

　　Anger spread over him, an anger that came from belief.

　　"Then... what about that thing?"

　　In the Batcave, the computer was playing what Sean used to deal with Clark, a green thing.

　　"We need it, a lot."