Chapter 4320

Clark walked into the Los Angeles airport, looked around in the waiting area, and soon saw that familiar face.

"Diana, Diana, here!" he shouted, waving his hand.

Diana, carrying a suitcase, walked over and hugged him. The expert and his few assistants followed behind.

"Heard you made a big splash," Diana said, "However, you became famous just in time; we finally don't have to stay in that bird-doesn't-lay-eggs place in the North Pole to do research."

Clark smiled and said: "This makes me feel that my efforts were all worth it."

He walked over to shake hands with the expert again and said: "Don't worry, Doctor. I've already negotiated with the military. They won't control you anymore, forcing you to dissect aliens. You just research what you want to research. The laboratory in Los Angeles has the most professional equipment, which should be helpful to your research."

"You were a big help, Mr. Kent. Actually, I didn't expect you to be willing to stand up."

Clark sighed in his heart; it wasn't entirely that he was willing to stand up, wasn't it because there was no other way?

However, the return of the expert and Diana did make his mood much better. He finally managed to accomplish one thing through his own efforts.

After becoming a middleman trusted by several parties, Clark decided to do something. After thinking about it, there weren't many things he wanted to do and could accomplish. Finally, he decided to talk to the military and let them stop thinking about dissecting aliens all day long. The expert's research topic was so useful, and just to avoid you, they ran to the North Pole to drink the northwest wind; was this appropriate?

Clark knew when he went to the research station before that the natural environment there was harsh and there weren't many professional facilities. Putting the expert there was a complete waste of talent. Now that he had a certain right to speak, of course, he had to hurry up and bring people back, so that it would be good for all of humanity.

The military didn't agree at first either. Fortunately, the mysterious black officer appeared again, and after a competition and tug-of-war between the two sides, the military finally compromised. The black officer also helped Clark find a professional laboratory located in Los Angeles, so that the expert's research team could settle down.

In fact, the expert himself was a top-tier big shot in the industry and didn't lack laboratories and research resources at all. But unfortunately, this topic was a bit sensitive now; after all, aliens were still above their heads. Even for the sake of confidentiality, they could only go to a secret laboratory. However, no matter what, Los Angeles was much better than the North Pole.

As soon as he walked out of the airport gate, Clark saw the black officer. He walked up to shake hands with the other party, and the other party smiled and patted his shoulder.

Diana stared at the black officer for a while, as if she saw some clues, but she was very sensible and didn't say anything.

These three took a car, and the expert and the research team took the official car behind. The black officer drove, and Clark couldn't wait to share his recent experiences with him.

He talked to himself for a long time, and suddenly discovered somewhat embarrassingly that he didn't seem to know the officer's name, so he asked: "Sorry, sir, what is your name?"

"John Jones. You can call me Colonel Jones."

"Okay, Colonel. You... um, I mean, why when I mentioned you at the military base that day, they all said... said they hadn't seen you?"

This doubt had been held in Clark's heart for a long time. He didn't feel that this officer was a fake officer, because people came and went freely in various military bases and spoke with weight. However, the few people before didn't look like they were acting; they seemed to have really never seen a black officer.

"Then I also have a question to ask you, why can you fly?"

"Because I have superpowers." Clark answered this way. This was what he had agreed with the federal government and the military, not to announce his alien identity, but only to say he was a person with superpowers.

"Me too." The black officer answered with a smile.

"You are also a person with superpowers? My God, are there too many people with superpowers?" Clark said with some emotion, "I have them, you have them, Diana has them..."

"Far more than you imagine," Diana said, "Have you heard of Atlantis?"

"You mean that mysterious underwater city?"

"That's right, it's real. Sea people still live inside. If you have time, you can fly to the sea to take a look; maybe you can meet them."

"Real?" Clark was a bit surprised and said, "They really live in the water?"

"That's right. They can also control seawater, very powerful." Diana thought for a moment and said, "And, I have also seen other demigods on land..."

"Other demigods? Sorry, let me interrupt, what is a demigod?"

"It's a child born from the union of humans and gods. I am a demigod."

"God? God?"

"No, it's Zeus; my father is Zeus."

Clark's jaw was about to drop, and he said: "Zeus?! You mean that Zeus in mythology? The one holding a lightning bolt and chopping everywhere???"

"It is indeed the Zeus in mythological stories, but he won't chop everywhere with lightning. Wait, I thought you would say his private life is chaotic..."

"This is a bit presumptuous," Clark said cautiously, "I would rather call it having a vigorous desire for reproduction."

"It's not much better." Diana said, "You'd better remember, there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens. Although you are already very powerful in strength, you never know when there might be someone more powerful than you in some corner. It's better to be low-key when going out."

Clark listened and nodded frequently, lost in thought. He also discovered that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers on this Earth.

But thinking about it, Krypton is so far from Earth, and it's normal to throw a spaceship with a baby, so it's normal to throw something from a closer alien civilization, right? It's been so many years, how could it not have accumulated a lot? How many years have I lived on Earth? If you turn back, maybe there were my old seniors in the dinosaur era?

Turning back to the topic, the story of the ancient Egyptian civilization fighting aliens might not be fake. Maybe, in that period, some alien civilization also threw a spaceship here?

Thinking this way, Clark felt quite safe. As an Earthling, he wasn't lonely here. He knew Bruce, and his relationship with Lois was also not bad; he wasn't without friends. And as a person with superpowers, he also knew Diana, as well as this officer named Jones; he wasn't an isolated case. And as an alien, although he didn't know other aliens yet, he felt that there must be other aliens on Earth, and they would always meet in the future.

So no matter which identity, he wasn't alone, never was.

The car drove to the base, and the black officer led them around the base. Clark contributed a bit of his hair and blood for the expert to research. Of course, he wore the green gem all day today, and although there was occasional discomfort, it was much better.

And he also discovered a benefit of the green gem, which was that he could stop controlling his strength. This thing almost wiped out his superpowers, making his strength only a bit greater than an ordinary person's, so he could live like an ordinary person, without worrying about accidentally knocking down a building with one punch.

In fact, controlling superpowers was already engraved in his instinct, and the super-brain also had corresponding driver support, but this part also occupied computing power. If he used the green gem to weaken it, this part of the computing power could be liberated, and he could use the super-brain to think about more things.

Wearing the gem and strolling for a day, Clark found that he was a bit in love with this feeling. The dizziness brought by the gem became a bit like the slight intoxication after drinking, and the heaviness brought by the weakening of strength also made him feel that he was closer to reality, rather than always being detached.

In the evening, Diana asked him out for a drink. The two picked a bar by the sea; the temperature in Los Angeles wasn't that low, so the two sat outside, watching the sunset while drinking.

Looking at the cocktail served, Clark was amazed. This was a liquid that changed from yellow to green, looking like the green grass in early spring, the top was rich orange, and the bottom was a slightly fluorescent green, with small kumquat and lemon slices on the rim of the cup, looking very beautiful.

"I didn't order Sunset Boulevard, did I?" Diana asked the bartender, "Is this what I ordered?"

"Yes. Our shop's Sunset Boulevard has been improved; don't you think this looks more like the dusk of Los Angeles?"

Diana looked at the very beautiful cocktail and nodded, saying: "Indeed, this looks like the grass at dusk, looks not bad."

"Thank you, please enjoy."

Clark was a bit hesitant. He picked up the cup and took a sip, then smacked his lips.

He didn't drink before, or rather, because alcohol metabolism was too fast, the wine tasted like a drink, but didn't have the rich flavor of a drink, so he would rather drink a drink than drink wine.

However, this time, after tasting that familiar alcohol taste, he actually felt a bit hot. He took another sip and found it wasn't his mistake; when he swallowed the wine, his throat to his chest was hot, followed by swelling in his eye sockets, his head a bit dizzy, and his whole body a bit itchy.

Diana hurriedly stopped his action of continuing to drink and said: "My God, you aren't drinking for the first time, right?"

"You said it yourself, I'm a little baby; is it strange to drink for the first time?"

"Okay, my fault. I thought you wouldn't get drunk." Diana sighed and said, "Logically speaking, our metabolic speed is very fast; alcohol would be metabolized before it even took effect."

"Um, originally it should be," Clark said dizzyly, "But I brought that gem, I seem to..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell onto the table. When he woke up again, it was already the next day.

"Oh, God, my head!" Clark let out a scream. He sat up from the bed swaying, covering his aching head, spinning around for a while.

At this time, the room door was knocked. Clark walked over to open the door; Diana stood outside the door, handed the warm water to him, and said: "Drink some water; you were too drunk last night."

"Why am I so uncomfortable?" Clark couldn't help but say.

"This is called a hangover," Diana explained to him very patiently, "Alcohol impurities that can't be metabolized will remain in the body, leading to a series of adverse reactions such as headaches, which will be very uncomfortable. You shouldn't have drunk so much yesterday."

"But... but I only drank three sips yesterday."

"You're drinking for the first time; three sips is already not a little." Diana shook her head helplessly and said, "Drink the water, go to sleep, and have to go for a blood test in the afternoon."