MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 273

She speaks fast, like a machine gun.

"You are Superman, right! I know, you are Superman, although you are a little different now than before, wearing black-rimmed glasses, but I recognized you at a glance, you are Superman! Mr. Superman, I am your idol No, I mean, you're my idol!"

The little girl who sells flowers has a green appearance, which belongs to the kind of ordinary junior high school students. At first glance, her appearance does not leave a deep impression on people.

Remarkably, her blond hair, which appeared to be dyed and dyed, had lost its luster, and hard black roots emerged irresistibly.

Clark could feel the vitality radiating from her body!

She gives the impression that she is the kind of street girl who can survive no matter what.

"That. Mr. Superman, I really didn't expect to see you here! May I ask you for an autograph?"

The little girl said excitedly: "You are so cool! I mean, you are really good at dealing with those aliens, like stepping on a group of cockroaches that suddenly appeared, and quickly kill them!"

"That's really cool!"

Clark stayed where he was, waiting for the little girl's excitement to dissipate.

After saying a few words, she found that Clark had been looking at her quietly, and the little girl had to stop her mouth and looked at Clark with uneasy eyes.

"I'm not Superman, you're wrong!"

Clark said with a wry smile.

While it's nice to be recognized by a little girl, Clark won't admit to being Superman.

"Of course I know, sir, you want to keep it a secret, so you won't admit it, right?"

The little girl said excitedly, "I can keep it a secret for you, and I won't tell anyone, so can you give me an autograph?"

"Forehead"

Clark had a headache and didn't know how to deal with the smart fan in front of him.

Finally, buy all the flowers in the little girl's hand before dealing with the other party.

Seeing the elated little girl leave, Clark let out a sigh of relief.

He was about to turn around and leave, but after watching the little girl follow a few sneaky guys, Clark's brows furrowed.

He just bought all of the girl's flowers, if the money is missed by some scum

Clark thought for a while, then stepped forward.

The **** the other side, after asking Clark for an autograph, and after inquiring about Clark's casual dealings with her, parted with Clark contentedly.

After more than ten minutes, she returned to her little nest.

It was an apartment in an abandoned community with only a handful of tenants living in it.

The shutters of the hotel were tattered, cars whizzed by on the road from time to time, blinding lights shone through the windows, and the rooms flickered.

A car drove by, and by the light, the girl saw herself in the mirror.

Look at your bear like you just rolled off the road and let Superman see you in a daze, that sucks!

The girl thought to herself.

Take off some loose clothes, revealing dirty and torn jeans and a white top coat.

"Today is really a beautiful day. Although I didn't sell a single flower before, I also met my favorite Superman. The most important thing is that everyone thought that Superman was missing! It turns out that he is still fine, and he is in my city. There really isn't anything more satisfying than that."

She murmured in a low voice, and turned off the lamp placed by the bed.

The dim yellow light suddenly filled the shabby and dilapidated room.

A cockroach was lying on the center of the floor, motionless, perhaps disturbed by the sudden light.

"go!"

The girl kicked the cockroach, "Run away! I'll spare your life today!"

Cockroaches like amnesty, dig into the folding bed

The girl stood in front of the mirror again.

"You have an ancient soul hidden in you!"

The girl thought of what her mother said to herself, "An old soul? Or darkness and depravity, what does it have to do?"

She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "You took the first step today and got Superman's initial affirmation. He thinks you are a fan enough to support him! But that's not enough! You are far from being the one who can save you in a crisis. Superheroes, superheroes, are not enough!"

The girl sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She wants to be the superhero who is admired by Superman, someone who can save Superman without being saved by Superman.

After a while, from the tattered folding bed

It was a sketch of various superheroes.

The top of the painting is printed with Superman and the motherland. This is a picture drawn by some fan artists that she secretly paid for when she was working part-time.

Now she doesn't like the people of the motherland, because of what happened recently, she began to dislike the people of the motherland, and gradually began to like Superman.

Knock knock knock!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The girl immediately turned alertly to the other side of the bed, and took out a dagger from under the bed board.

This area is a mixed bag, a dangerous place for addicts and gangsters.

So she has always been vigilant around her.

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The girl looked out through the crack of the door and found that several gangsters who had bullied her before were standing outside the door waiting for her.

She had had a conflict with the other party when she was selling flowers before. These gangsters wanted to charge their own protection fees, but they were attacked by herself with a kick, and then quickly escaped.

I thought it was impossible for these guys to find themselves, but I didn't expect the other party to find out their address so quickly.

Taking a deep breath, the girl stepped back, holding the dagger in her hand tightly.

At the same time, he looked around, trying to find some more useful weapons in the room.

"Hey! Open the door, open the door, bastard!"

Several gang members outside shouted while knocking on the door.

And listening to the tone of voice is getting more and more impatient, it seems that the door will be broken in the next second.

With frightened eyes flashing in her eyes, the girl gritted her teeth and held the dagger tightly, preparing to fight the gangsters outside.

The windows in the room were all closed by iron fences, and they were too small to allow ordinary people to pass through, even if she wanted to escape.

"I've already called the police! If you want to keep breaking in, the police won't let you go!"

The girl threatened the gangster outside.

"Police? Stop talking nonsense to me. We've cut the phone line on your side. If you can still call the police, do you think we are fools?"

The **** continued to shout.

Bang!

There was a heavy blow from the door, and the rusted wooden door immediately let out an overwhelmed "groan".

"Asshole!"

The gangsters outside scolded and slammed the wooden door.

The **** the side of the door became more and more nervous, swallowed her saliva, and nervously held the dagger in her hand, preparing to attack the opponent directly once the door was kicked open.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the wooden door being slammed kept ringing, as if it was knocking on the girl's heart, making her heart beat faster.

Looking at the rustling dust on the door and the wooden door that was about to collapse, she closed her eyes, raised the not sharp dagger in her hand, and rushed up with a cry.

But before she could pass, the sound of the door being knocked suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, screams sounded outside, and the sound of flesh and wall colliding.

With a bang, she looked at the vibrating wall in amazement.

Along with the dust falling from the wall, screams also sounded.

It looked as if someone had been thrown against the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the "bang bang" sound of the fist sounded, and the ground shook slightly.

In less than a minute, the vigorous activity outside ceased, and all that remained were groans on the ground.

Exhaling nervously, the girl put her eyes to the crack of the door and looked outside.

He found that the arrogant gangsters had fallen to the ground, and the Superman he knew before was standing outside the door, smiling at him.

Seeing Clark's sudden appearance, the girl immediately turned around nervously and leaned her back on the door panel.

"No way!"

She lowered her head and muttered to herself in a low voice, then turned her head again as if to confirm, and quietly looked out through the crack of the door, only to find that she was really her idol Superman!

With a cheer in her heart, she desperately suppressed her excitement, turned around and opened the door.

"Superman!"

"I'm not!"

Clark looked at the excited girl and shrugged, "You can call me Clark, my name is Clark Kent."

"Really? Is this an exchange of information, Emily, Emily Wells, you can call me Amy."

Amy said her name and asked Clark excitedly, "So you came here on purpose to save me?"

"Forehead"

Clark pondered for a moment, then replied, "Yes, I saw this group of people sneaking behind you, so I wanted to see if they were plotting something wrong."

"You're really nice, Superman, I. I don't know how to thank you"

Amy was a little incoherent with excitement.

"and many more!"

She suddenly remembered something, walked quickly to her room, took out her pink wallet, and handed it to Clark, who was a little surprised.

"This is the money you paid for the flowers you bought from me before, and now I'll give them back to you. Those flowers should be regarded as the ones I gave you!"

Despite Clark's refusal, Amy shoved the wallet into the other's hand.

"No I don't need this, Amy, you need it more."

Clark felt that Amy, who was living so hard, needed it more.

But Amy kept shoving the purse into his hands, even if he wanted to say no.

In the end, he could only quietly accept it, and then secretly stuff the money into an undiscovered corner of the other party's room.

After the gangsters were taken away by the police, Amy greeted Clark into the room.

"It's a little cramped! I think it's not bad."

Amy didn't have the slightest sense of inferiority in her room. After letting Clark sit down, she poured him a glass of water.

Clark took the water glass and looked at the posters displayed in the room.

There are his own, there are also Eric's, and there are some illustrations of the works in the books published by Eric.

It seems that the other party is a long-time fan of himself and Eric.

"Amy, are you here alone?"

Clark asked suspiciously.

"Yes."

Amy smiled at Clark. "Actually, I ran away from home."

"runaway?"

"Well, anyway, I don't want to stay in that kind of family for a moment."