Chapter 21: Late at Night

Metropolis, near midnight.

Now normal people have counted the points where the sheep sink into their dreams. Even in a brightly lit city like the metropolis, there are not many people still wandering the streets. The street fell into a deep sleep, the street lights along the road lonely released dim yellow lights, the traffic lights flashed lonely, and the whole street looked far away without a car passing by for a long time.

Of course, this is also because the street is already far away from the main road, and it is not completely empty. On a bench under the dim light, a man in a wrinkled jacket sat leaning against him, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and the light covered the layers of smoke that he swallowed with an earthy yellow color. The shadow of Wang and the bench stretched very long on the ground.

When he threw the unknown cigarette butt into the trash can on the side, Mr. Reynolds appeared at the first corner ahead. Charles Reynolds wore his brown trench coat, and his raised collar almost covered half of his face. He walked quickly to the illuminated area and sat down on the back of the bench, back to back with the man in the jacket.

"You're really late today." The man said, and took out a brown paper bag from his arms. "All you want is here."

Mr. Reynolds took it from his shoulder, untied the coils that were looping around the file bag, took out a few sheets and checked it, and seemed to confirm that it was what he wanted. He tied the document bag again, handed the banknotes backhand to the man, stood up without saying a word, and prepared to leave.

"Charles." The man stopped him abruptly. Mr. Reynolds stopped and turned his head halfway, as if he was using his eyes to indicate something to say quickly.

The man pondered for a moment and said: "I know that business is business, but now that the business is done, I still want to remind you from the perspective of a friend. After all, we have worked together for so long-I will provide you with a tip. Pen to criticize the guy you don't like."

Mr. Reynolds folded his arms and waited for him to speak.

"It's not that I'm not happy that you came back to work with me again, because it seems to have been quite a while since our last business. But I think you should think about it carefully. The things you want to investigate now are very dangerous, and it involves Those people... intuition tells me that they are not simple. I heard about the plane crash. Do you really think it's just a coincidence?"

Mr. Reynolds was silent. He didn't answer, but put the document bag into his arms, walked out of the light field of this street lamp without saying a word, and walked towards the empty end of the street.

It takes about twenty minutes to walk back from here, and even the shadow of a taxi is invisible in the middle of the night. Mr. Reynolds was walking against the sidewalk inside, and the phone in the pocket of his coat suddenly rang, and the melody of an old song echoed in the empty street, very loud.

It was Mrs. Reynolds who called: "Hey, where are you? Why haven't you come back?"

"I, uh...something outside."

"Jay hasn't come back yet." Mrs. Reynolds said worriedly. "I can't help but be a little worried."

"Haha, don't worry, he is a big boy, and you know what he can do." Mr. Reynolds smiled, "and he is in such a rare interest, just let him go."

"I know. I just...can't help but worry."

"That's not necessary. You know he can't be bound by us forever. He is different. One day he will fly away from the lair we built for him. You have to get used to it." Mr. Reynolds said lightly, "Okay, just Let's not talk about it, I'm on my way, and I'll be back soon."

He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, but stopped suddenly when he raised his head.

Just by the street lamp less than five steps in front of him, a man with a face like a knife was leaning against the lamp post. He wore black formal clothes and blazed leather shoes. The upper was shining under the reflection of the light, reminiscent of the image of a spy in the traditional impression.

Mr. Reynolds instinctively realized what was wrong, he subconsciously took two steps back and turned around, only to find that the path behind him was also unknowingly blocked by a man dressed in black that was the same as the guy in front. The two formed an encirclement one after another, like jackals blocking their prey.

Metropolis, two o'clock in the morning.

Although the Reynolds and his wife have never set a time limit for Jay, he rarely has the experience of not returning home at this point in recent years, mainly because he has never found such a good company before.

Kara is clearly an impeccable companion, and it's not just because they are probably the only two endangered species left in the universe. She remained interested in almost everything, as if the whole world was new to her, and she also had almost infinite energy like Jay-thanks to the generous gift of sunlight.

They went to the private room to sing nursery rhymes, and both found that each other was talented in music. Then they flew around the metropolis under night for half a week, and finally sat back under the big golden ball of the Planet Daily to chat. Jay told her about all the trivial things in his life after being adopted by the Reynolds. No matter how trivial they were, Kara always listened to her with relish and giggled. But in contrast, her story is much more exciting. She tells Jay how she met her cousin Superman when she came to Earth, and what super criminals she had cooperated with against him, and how There are various intersections with other heroes of the Justice League. Jay feels that her stories are simply endless, as if every page of her life is filled with wonderful chapters, and she can't finish it for three days and nights.

She said that when she first came to Earth, once in the Bat Cave, her hot eyes were out of control, and one accidentally blew up Batman's priceless bat computer. Batman was quite angry, but then Superman said very generously that it could be charged to his account.

"What does Superman say?" Jay asked unexpectedly. "What then? Finally, did he buy a new one for Batman?"

"No, I owe it." Carla recalled the scene now, still smiling from ear to ear. "It's seven or eight years since Clark's salary, I think he will not be able to pay it for the rest of his life. ."

Jay couldn't help but laugh, and the cheerful laughter of the two reverberated lightly in the broad night sky.

"I just arrived on Earth at that time, and I was a little girl, and I didn't even speak the language of the Earth. Carl really took care of me...in all aspects."

As Carla said, she couldn't help feeling sad again. Jay knew she was missing her cousin who was no longer there again, and didn't know what to say, so she was silent.

"Okay." She cast off the moment of displeasure and said, "It's not too early. I should almost go back and prepare what Ms. Grant explained, lest she get angry at me again tomorrow. Goodness, I'm not even afraid of InterContinental The missile hit my head, but my scalp numbed when I thought of Ms. Grant getting angry."

"Haha, understandable."

"You should also go back earlier. Don't worry your parents too much." She stood up, floated in the air, and said, "It's nice to be able to chat with you."

"Me too." Jay said, suddenly remembering something, and asked, "Are you going back to Nacino?"

"Yeah." Carla nodded. "Tomorrow night Kateko's private plane should come and pick us up."

"So... will we meet again in the future?"

Kara chuckles: "If there is nothing wrong on the weekend, I can come anytime. Look, Nacino and Metropolis are not far away."

"Aha, it's not that far."

Saying goodbye to Kara, Jay is in a good mood, as if even the sun is shining brighter than before... Well, maybe it should be moonlight, because it's still midnight, but it also shows him Happy mood.

Until Mrs. Reynolds called.

Jay answered the phone: "Hello? Sorry mom, I played a little too late today, but I'm about to go back now. You...wait, what? Dad is missing!? "