American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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In an apartment somewhere in the heart of a metropolis.

Clark and Louise, who had just woken up, sat on the sofa, looking at one news report after another.

The photos featuring Glenn Carr made headlines, and some case descriptions and insider analyses were related to these photos. Some "nonsense" hackers even posted photos of the killer stolen from the police station online.

Despite the blurriness, Clark recognized the creature in the photo at a glance.

Are you sure that's the case?

"Yes"

"More than a thousand"

Louise clasped her hands together, her body trembling slightly. "The old people, the children, they're all dead. It's horrible."

Clark stared at him: "We have to find him. We can't let this disaster continue, Louise. You have to help me."

"You mean the Sky Eye Association?"

Clark nodded slightly: "There are rumors online that the meteorite that gave birth to the purple monster is in the hands of the Sky Eye Association. I'm not sure if this information is true. I need your help. If it is true, we can use this as a starting point."

"I see"

Louise took a quiet breath, took out her phone, and dialed a few numbers; as Sam Lane's daughter, she had considerable connections in the military and political circles, and these people were willing to help her.

However, this case was somewhat unexpected.

After the call ended, Louise suddenly sat up from the sofa, staring blankly ahead.

"What happened? Something went wrong?"

Louise muttered, "My father is under investigation by the White House. Some suspect he has close ties to the perpetrator of the bloody Christmas massacre, and the White House has suspended him."

"How can this be?"

Clark was also shocked by the news.

Louise whispered, "Yesterday afternoon, the pillar of the Heavenly Eye Society was attacked by a purple monster. Apart from four people, including my father, the other thirty-odd people died horribly. The so-called monster didn't kill him because it recognized him, that's what the three surviving guards said, which is why the survivors were spared..."

"Because of this incident, the higher-ups suspected that the father was colluding with the monster and summoned him back for investigation."

"This is..."

Clark didn't know how to answer. It sounded absurd that the skylight manager was familiar with monsters, but as the "future son-in-law," he had to ask.

"Is there any misunderstanding in this?"

Louise shook her head: "Dad admitted that he did know the monster. The monster was a man parasitized by an alien insect. His name was Joshua Allen. He was a deliveryman. He came to our house to deliver goods on Christmas Day and met Dad. That's when they met."

Joshua Allen!

Clark muttered to himself, recalling his battle with him, and said, "We must find him as soon as possible, if you have any leads."

Louise smiled bitterly, "After Father was arrested, the Sky Eye Society was in chaos, and there were no clues left. This time, we can only rely on ourselves."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

...

Worried about his father-in-law's safety, Clark's spirits immediately lifted. If he could resolve this issue and clear his father-in-law's name, he thought his self-esteem would be much higher than before: he would be completely shameless.

After making the decision, they began their investigation.

Joshua grew up in Mexico and smuggled himself into the United States with a "friend" when he was 17. He never obtained citizenship, which means there is no official data about him.

Louise and Clark had to split up: the former assigned a Mexican journalist she knew to find information about Joshua Allen's identity, while the latter went to the Mexican-populated area in the southern suburbs of the metropolis.

The surrounding villages were very poor, with uneven ground, small and dilapidated houses, and a few relief homes.

Finding clues here is undoubtedly difficult, but fortunately, Clark has his own methods. He can relax, collect the conversations of everyone nearby, organize and analyze them in his mind, extract useful information, and piece them together.

Half an hour later, Clark walked to the factory shed, pushed open the door of the dilapidated building, and said to the Mexican man sitting in front of the door smoking a pipe...

"I'm looking for Joshua Allen."

Chapter 1170 Cape Villa

The three men in the factory shed were lying on the sofa, drinking cigarettes, oblivious to Clark.

Clark repeated, "Tell me where Joshua Allen is."

A middle-aged man in a leather coat waved his hand impatiently and said...

"Step back, don't loiter here!"

Clark clenched his fists silently, and the three helpless men with swollen noses lingered in the corner of the room for a few minutes.

“Brother, we really don’t know where he is. He left half a month ago. Why is everyone looking for Joshua? What did that kid do?”

"Is someone else looking for him?"

The middle-aged man in the leather jacket nodded businesslike: "It's two hours early for you, and you've brought a bunch of tough guys with you."

Clark's heart trembled as he continued.

"who are they?".

"This is..."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then Clark slammed his fist against the wall: "Speak!"

All three of them backed down.

"It's the Hung Gang; someone from the Hung Gang is looking for him."

Hongmen?

When Clark thought of hunters, the first person he thought of was Xu Fu, and Xu Fu reminded him of his cousin, Kara.

Are they also looking for Joshua?

A hint of doubt flashed through Clark's mind, and he continued to ask, "Why are the hunters looking for Joshua?"

"I don't know. They took Kaname away without asking any questions."

Who is Kaname?

Joshua's ex-girlfriend later broke up with him.

Clark asked a few more questions, but got no useful information, so he left the hundred dollars and turned to leave.

For the next half day, he stayed in the suburbs to investigate, and as he summarized the information, Joshua's personality traits became clearer and clearer in his mind.

A poor, cowardly, young Mexican man, yet possessing a brilliant mind.

Because of his cowardice, he was often bullied by those around him, but when he saw his "friends" in trouble, he couldn't help but lend a helping hand, even if it would make his already difficult life less troublesome.

"Poor fellow!"

Clark sighed softly. Joshua reminded him of his deceased adoptive father, who was also kind and warm-hearted, the only difference being that he was not cowardly.

"Maybe I should help him."

Clark muttered to himself, but his gaze remained uncertain.

On the other hand, Luisa learned about Joshua's family situation through a Mexican friend: Joshua had no father and grew up with his mother and grandparents, and the whole family were devout Catholics.

When he was six, his grandparents died one after the other, and his mother was hit in the head by a stray bullet and died on the spot during a trip. After becoming an orphan, Joshua was sent to a church-sponsored orphanage, where he stayed until he was 16. At the age of 17, he was smuggled to Rice to live with his friends and was never heard from again.

By putting all the evidence together, Joshua's life story became clear to them.

Louise drew a circle around Kaname's name.

"Childhood sweethearts, growing up together in an orphanage, loving each other dearly, it can be said that Kaname occupies the most important place in Joshua's heart. No matter what, we must find her."

Clark frowned: "But Rice is in the hands of the hunters."

"Then let's go find Xu Fu-Xiao. He shouldn't refuse. By the way, Linda, what exactly is their relationship? Is it...?"

He rubbed his fingers together as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with gossip.

Clark was momentarily speechless: "Don't ask me, Kara has never called me or returned my calls."

At this point, Clark sighed deeply: Both of them were descendants of the Cal family, the only survivors on Krypton, and should have had the closest relationship, but now their relationship was a mess.

Louise took her boyfriend's hand in her own.

Why don't we take this opportunity to get together, sit down, and have a proper talk?

After making the decision, they set off immediately.

Cape Villas, located on the southeast coast of the metropolitan area, was once a picturesque resort destination, but due to inefficient management and the owner's loss of control, this once bustling resort has fallen into disrepair.

Xu Fu spent $1500 million to buy the land from the city government and then spent more than $4000 million to renovate it. After nearly a year of reconstruction, the beach, which was covered with all kinds of garbage, finally had a refreshing sea smell.

However, modern beaches are very different from those of the past.

The smooth sand is dotted with pits of varying sizes, the largest of which is over 15 meters in diameter and 3 meters deep, as if it had been hit by an intercontinental ballistic missile.

Clark's eyes lit up, and he said in a low voice.

"A fight broke out on the beach." "Judging from the snow, it was last night."

Louise muttered, "Carla?"