Shawn rolled his eyes inwardly.
Seriously, how can someone be this despicable?
Sigh, as expected, speaking a language the other party understands really saves a lot of communication costs.
Shawn's line of reasoning was quickly validated.
Sure enough, Clara's face turned pale: "So, you intend to kill me?"
No one is unafraid of death, not even Clara, who has lived for over ninety years. She still had lofty ideals yet to be realized and too many regrets left unfinished.
But the strength of Superman was something she never dared to imagine.
The gap between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.
"If Superman ruled the Earth..."
This thought flashed through Clara's mind, and surprisingly, she didn't feel any repulsion.
Looking at the strange expression on Stormfront's face, Shawn didn't think much of it.
"I already said just now that I can give you a chance."
Shawn kept a straight face and continued to intimidate her: "I could indeed kill you right now, but as everyone knows, Superman is not unreasonable."
"Clara, you committed many mistakes in the past, and even killed many Black people. Perhaps it was a different era with its own limitations, so I won't judge. Whether your past entanglements with America and Vought International are behind you, I'm not interested."
"Right now, I'm only interested in one thing: if you want to continue living on my Earth, you must do something about the mistakes you made in the past. That's fair, isn't it?"
Clara felt the naked threat.
She was absolutely certain that if she dared to say the word "no," the gentle-mannered Superman in front of her would explode into violence in the next instant and tear her to pieces.
"I am Clara, the strongest female Superhuman, how could I be subjected to such a threat!"
She gritted her teeth in secret, having a momentary urge to lash out and perish together with Superman.
"Whoosh—"
Superman suddenly vanished from before her eyes and appeared next to the workbench in the next moment.
Superman gently picked up the photograph on the table, as if he were genuinely admiring this vintage-style wedding photo.
He touched the surface of the photo and said: "What a nostalgic photo. When did you and your husband Frederick get married? The 1940s? Those truly were incredibly spectacular times."
The corner of Clara's eye twitched. "Does Homelander have this kind of speed?"
She didn't know.
But she knew the idea of perishing together wouldn't work.
Under absolute power, she could do nothing but accept Superman's suggestion.
A long while later.
"Speak."
Clara lowered her gaze and finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "What can I do for you, Mr. Superman..."
"I like your politeness."
Shawn looked into Clara's eyes, and after seeing them shift from struggle to calm, he smiled silently.
"Don't worry, this really is a chance to clear your name. You will thank me later."
Garrett Fowler is a supervisor in the Human Resources Department of Vought International.
He has been working at the Manhattan headquarters in New York for exactly eight years.
From graduating not long ago to his current position as a supervisor, only he knows the hard work Garrett put in for this.
Nowadays, he is a highly capable senior manager, a person of real power in the department whose word is law, and also one of the trusted confidants of CEO Stan Edgar.
The last identity is particularly important; it is his life-saving trump card.
A while ago, Mr. Edgar assigned him a secret special mission that no one else knew about except for him.
Garrett had been excited about this for a long time; being able to receive the unique trust of Edgar made him feel honored.
"Please rest assured, I will be careful and more careful, guaranteeing the completion of the mission you entrusted to me."
"Heh, Garrett, this was just a normal conversation. Did you misunderstand something?"
"I understand, Mr. Edgar. There is no mission; everything is my own spontaneous action."
"There is a department planning meeting in a month where the shareholders will also be present. You should come and attend then."
"Thank you!"
The previous conversation was still vivid in his mind, and Garrett felt stirred with emotion every time he recalled it.
But for the past two days, he always felt like something was wrong.
"Is there a problem with some arrangement?"
Garrett frowned deeply, looking at his rarely used personal phone; it hadn't rung for two days.
And before that, this phone had a key person named Genevieve Martin who was constantly reporting results to him.
Garrett pondered secretly: "Perhaps Genevieve has encountered some special person, or infiltrated some critical place, and it's inconvenient for her to contact me right now..."
If that was the case, he just needed to wait patiently for news.
Garrett analyzed how likely this possibility was, and if it wasn't the case, whether he should take other measures to remedy the situation or provide assistance.
Garrett was deep in thought.
His office was a private, single room with good privacy. Behind him was a huge floor-to-ceiling window installed with one-way perspective glass. Just by turning his head, he could see the distant high-rise buildings outside and the bustling scene of traffic flowing like a weave downstairs.
At one moment, Garrett felt the light behind him was a bit dazzling.
He frowned and subconsciously looked back.
The next moment, his pupils contracted sharply.
Outside the window, a female Superhuman wearing a dark purple robe and a black rose mask was floating in mid-air, enveloped in purple lightning, smiling and waving at him.
Logically speaking, given the one-way glass, the other party shouldn't be able to see him from the outside.
But Garrett was absolutely certain that he saw the other person using slow lip movements to say to him: "Garrett, it's time to go to hell."
"Gulp..."
Garrett's face turned pale instantly, and all the hair on his body stood up at this moment.
He watched the lightning outside the window become increasingly dazzling, and an ominous premonition involuntarily rose in his heart.
Garrett struggled, wanting to quickly rise from his boss chair.
If possible, he wanted to quickly escape the room and go outside to call Vought's signature superheroes to protect him.
But he couldn't.
In the eyes of the lightning-controlling Superhuman outside, his movements were like an ant on a hot pan; besides being flustered, they were of no use at all.
"Crackle—!!"
The lightning, like a violent torrent, instantly shattered the floor-to-ceiling glass and surged into the narrow office room.
This office with excellent privacy had now become Garrett's silent graveyard.
He opened his mouth, wanting to shout loudly, but the violent lightning had already arrived.
Immense pain surged through his body instantly.
At this moment, apart from seeing the light, his vision was completely blurred.
His thinking seemed to have pressed the pause button; to be precise, his spirit was dissipating.
Garrett seemed to realize something.
In the last moment of his life, he whispered in his heart: "I would be willing to be a good person, if there were a chance."
He saw the light, and he also foresaw the darkness.
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