End of Chapter 96

Three months later, at the Met, it's nearly nine in the morning.

Loud sirens, and robbers rushing into banks, sounds like the start of a rather dull day for the Metropolis. Six gangsters in high-tech combat uniforms rushed into the hall arrogantly, shot the guards with guns away with some kind of weapon that could release special pulses, and then swept a long shot towards the ceiling from the machine gun muzzle hidden in the wrist of the armor. A string of bullets terrorized the hall but everyone fell to the floor.

The two of them split into three groups, one staying at the door to watch the wind, one watching the hostages in the hall, and the last one responsible for opening the vault doors and stuffing as much money as possible into their bags. Normally they need a bank manager to help them open the door to the vault, but these gangsters don't. They directly showed a high-power laser gun, the gun body was nearly two meters long. They cut open the vault door with a high-temperature blue laser and then used some kind of tractor beam on the arm armor to tear off the cut metal plate entirely, creating a charred entrance artificially.

These days, I am embarrassed to come out and rob without any high-tech or supernatural powers on my body.

"Be quick." The robber in front of the vault pinned the laser gun on his back and walked into the vault with a bag, "Big Blue is towing an icebreaker in Antarctica right now, so it shouldn't cost him too much. Long."

It's true, that Superman is still in Antarctica right now, but that doesn't mean they can sit back and relax.

The red and blue afterimage rolled through the end of the street like a hurricane and rushed into the bank lobby with the sound of howling wind.

In the first second, the two gangsters who had opened the door were blasted into the hall without a chance to respond. One smashed the number calling machine in the hall, and the other flew over the heads of the hostages lying on the ground and embedded them deeply. Into the wall, sparks shot straight from the sunken armor.

In the second, a gangster guarding the hostage shot a blue energy ball with his high-tech equipment towards the blurred afterimage flashing into the hall but was slapped back by the latter, and a shock wave exploded. Throw the gangster to the ground.

In the third second, the gangster at the door of the vault picked up the laser gun at his feet, but before he could turn the gun around, he was thrown together with another accomplice of his own, and the laser gun in his hand was somehow caught They were taken away, the barrel of the gun was broken into an arc to bind them together, and the head and tail of the gun were melted into one at high temperature, no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't break free.

In the fourth second, Jay who broke into the hall stopped, and his eyes fell on the last gangster not far away. The latter deftly picked out a beautiful girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old from the hostages, put it in her arms, and put a gun on the girl's head. The girl was so frightened that she didn't dare to let out the air, her watery eyes looked at the new Superman with fear and anticipation, which was her last hope to escape safely.

Jay took a step forward, and the gangster hurriedly took the girl back a step, shouting in horror, "Don't come here!"

Their heart rate was soaring, and his arms were still shaking. Although the last robber pretended to be extremely ferocious, he was extremely afraid in his heart. He struggled to calm his bull-like panting and growled, "Don't come here! Or I'll take this girl..."

Maybe let him go on and he might play something different from a normal gangster, but Jay didn't have the heart to listen anymore. The guy's half-sentence stopped abruptly here, and it turned into a discordant hum and a metal collision. The girl who was kidnapped only felt a hurricane toss the hair around her ears, and the guy behind her disappeared suddenly. Everyone saw the guy scramble across the hall, smashing glass and rolling down the pavement.

His armor kept him alive, but Jay also made sure that all of the armor's functionality was undone by one blow. Jay clapped his hands, "I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry today."

The rescued hostages burst into cheers, and the little girl who escaped from the dead held on to his cloak. Although she was too excited to say a complete sentence, she refused to let him go. Jay quickly escaped the eager crowd and flew out of the hall, leaving a sound-barrier bang in mid-air.

Like I said before - he's in a hurry. The new superman who bravely and handsomely saved the day soared into the sky, leaving a handsome back... and flew straight to the final exam room where he was going to be late for one minute.

Yes, unfortunately, today is the day of his last exam of the semester, and he is going to be late.

In fact, since the return of the real Superman three months ago, this has hardly happened again. Although there were many doubts at first, people quickly accepted and believed the fact that the real Superman returned to Metropolis, which also meant that Jay's workload as the new Superman was greatly reduced. Most things Superman will work out, unless someone else happens to tow an icebreaker in Antarctica like today, then Jay might have to do it for him.

The "Eternity Stone" was sealed away by Superman in his fortress of solitude, part of a myriad of dangerous alien collections. But even with the Kryptonian technology in his lonely fortress, it seems that he can't analyze the operation mode and origin of these space-time energy bodies. He can only seal them in a special closed space, at least to prevent them from causing space-time confusion and messing up again. Come something like Doomsday or even worse.

Jay feels the world doesn't need a new Superman anymore. Reynolds once said that it must have been God's intention to appear at a time when the world lost Superman, so now it seems that he feels that the position God has arranged for him must be a temporary agent, just like he temporarily took the position when the school principal was away. To replace it, the principal himself will be nothing to do with him when he comes back.

It's also possible that Superman is right - the world has assigned him another important place, and he just needs to find out. But who knows what will happen in the future? For now, Jay only knows that he can focus more on his personal life, such as his grades of "A" in all subjects so far this semester, which also confirms that he does not want to be in this last semester. He was determined to make a fool of himself in the exam class, so he rushed to his exam room even more quickly.

In the end, he was a little late, but fortunately, the invigilator didn't embarrass him, nor did he ask him why he went to the toilet for so long. He took the test paper, found his seat, and quickly entered the state of answering the question.

The exam itself was not difficult, and he became one of the candidates who completed the exam paper without any accident. When he handed in the answer paper, the professor's rigid face showed a rare gentle smile, which is a reward that only outstanding students can get. . And when the answer sheet came in, Jay was pretty sure he got his last A for the semester.

But his roommate was not so lucky. Mike's last exam ended in the afternoon, and the result was written on his face when he walked into the dormitory door, obviously not like "everything is going well".

Before he could speak, Jay took the initiative to ask, "Let me guess, fight again next year?"

"We'll fight again next year." Mike sat down on his bed discouraged, and lay down limply, "I don't want to think about anything anymore, I just want to get a good night's sleep... and then go home on vacation."

If they had only just met, Jay might have been deceived by his unrequited appearance, but this semester of getting along has allowed him to figure out the personality of his rough roommate. He even made a bet that in half an hour, this guy would put his disturbing grades aside like nothing else and start thinking about how to spend the holiday.

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

Facts soon proved that Jay still underestimated his roommate's ability to adjust. He seemed to have taken only a few minutes to get out of the trough, sat up abruptly, and asked, "Hey, when are you going to go back? ?"

"Next week, I plan to go home after this weekend."

"Me too. How about we go out and have some fun this weekend? Like electric?"

"Sounds good." Jay shrugged. "But forget it. I have other plans."

"Other arrangements?" Mike raised his eyebrows, jumped out of bed nimbly, and leaned over Jay's desk, like a hound sniffing something, "Seriously, what are you usually doing? Don't you have any hobbies without playing video games and watching movies as far as I know? I mean...other than studying?"

Jay scratched his head. "Well... it doesn't seem like there is."

"You must be joking, so you have to find a way to spend your free time? For example, on weekends, I see that you rarely stay here on weekends. Where have you been?"

weekend? Let me think about it...for example, last weekend, I caught a white-collar man who had thrown himself into a river from a viaduct, stopped a lorry with a failed brake, and probably got off a tree A cute brown-haired kitten. And it's just because most of the bigger business has been taken over by Superman who has returned to Metropolis. Otherwise, I might have been towing an icebreaker in Antarctica this morning, and I might have missed the last exam of the semester.

Of course, this is just thinking, he can't say that.

"It's nothing, just casually." Jay spread his hands. "Look, I'm not a very interesting person, except that sometimes I may spend some time with Kara..."

"Ah! You reminded me, your beautiful girlfriend." Mike made a stunned expression. "Look, that's the difference between you and me. You have a great girlfriend to accompany and I don't, no wonder... ...Forget it, I suddenly don't want to talk to you anymore, I feel like I'll continue to be severely hit."

After he finished speaking, he sat back on the bed, turned his back, and made an appearance of "no longer answering". But it only lasted for thirty seconds, and he turned his head as if he couldn't help it: "Well, I still have to ask a more important question - how did you ... fish so beautifully girl?"

Jay thought that if you and she happened to be the only two endangered species left in the universe, it wouldn't be difficult at all.

"I don't know. But I think it's all the same thing—go with the flow," Jay said. "You'll know when it's time to meet the right person."

"Well, it seems reasonable, but why do I think it's even more irritating to hear you say it?"

"..."

"Okay, let's not talk about that for now." Mike turned back from the bed. "What about tonight? On the first night of the holiday, a carnival is a norm. How about going out for a late-night snack?"

"That doesn't sound bad," Jay said, thinking for a moment before adding, "But I've got to say it first—I'm not going to 'that store' again this time, never."