In the corridor of the manor, Lex was walking through the darkness alone, holding a toolbox in his hand that he had just rummaged out from the warehouse downstairs. He knew that he could not let Lionel do it.
The body was left in the bathroom and he had to get rid of it.
He went up the stairs and then walked through a short corridor, ignoring the occasional gunfire and the screams of the crowd downstairs. He walked all the way to the original reception room. Now, only the charred walls and
Scattered glass.
Lex frowned. He still had a question that he still had not solved. Since Clark was born with abilities beyond ordinary people, why did he appear so weak when he first appeared on the stage?
While thinking about this problem, he walked into the bathroom. He had dragged Lionel's body in before, and now it was leaning against the toilet. This man who once dominated the business world had been ups and downs in the business world for half his life.
After death, the old man is no different from other people.
Lex squatted down and looked at Lionel's face. He felt a dull pain from the wounds on his body. He lifted up the clothes behind his back. As soon as his fingers touched the muscles of his lower back, he felt a faint pain.
.
Lionel has been beating Lex all the time. Whenever his business is not going well or someone messes with him, he will pick up something nearby and beat Lex violently. To this day, Lionel
Er faced Schiller again and was still angry, but still left some scars on Lex's back.
Lex whispered to himself: "You know what? The hardest thing is not to pretend to be stupid, but to make a painful expression when you do it..."
"Actually, I don't feel pain. That magical liquid seems to reduce my pain sensation and improve my self-healing ability."
Lex muttered to himself as he picked up the saw from the tool box and began to process Lionel's body.
Just as he was removing one of his arms, suddenly, the phone in the reception room rang. Lex frowned and looked outside the bathroom door.
He threw down the saw, stood up, and ignored the blood on his trouser legs. When he came to the reception room, he found that the phone on the wall had not been affected and was making sharp ringing sounds.
He reached out, picked up the phone and put it to his ear. He heard a faint chuckle from the other side, and a strange voice appeared on the other end of the phone. He heard the other party say:
"Hello, Lex Luther, I'm a comedian. Have you ever seen a comedy?"
"Who are you? Why do you know I'm here?"
"That's not important, Lex. Don't worry about these minutiae issues. Here's the thing. I'm a clown who just moved from Gotham. In order to make my comedy show famous, I decided to set the location of my first tour.
We’ve decided to stay here, do you want to buy a ticket?”
"No." Lex denied and was about to hang up the phone, but just as he made this move, he heard the other end of the phone say:
"It seems that you want to participate in the show. It just so happens that a great comedy always needs a few supporting actors."
"Besides, do you know where I am now? Lower your head and look down, hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Lex instinctively glanced at the floor with his eyes, and followed his gaze through the layers of floors and ceilings, all the way down, and then down again, until he reached the underground of the mayor's mansion.
This is a control room that has nothing to do with the style of an old-fashioned manor. The cold light of many advanced electronic devices flashes forward along the reflection of the light on the floor. The airtight airlock door opens, and what appears in front of you is a room that occupies the entire three sides.
The wall is densely packed with screens.
In the room surrounded by screens, there was a chair. The chair turned around, and a man wearing a long dark suit and clown makeup on his face was showing a crazy smile.
He crossed one leg over the other, holding the phone in his hand, and said to the other side: "To be honest, it is much cooler here than on the ground. I will quietly prepare for the next performance here. When I need
I'll call you again when you play."
A series of crazy laughter came from the phone. Lex held the phone in front of him and frowned deeply.
Someone has already gone to the underground of the manor in advance? Lex thought with some confusion, this is not right. Where did this self-proclaimed comedian get this information? How did he find the entrance? Without a key,
How did you get in?
After thinking for a while, he put the phone to his ear again, then dialed a number. After the other party answered, he said: "Hello? Bruce?"
Bruce's voice was a little breathy, as if he had just exercised, and his voice was very low, as if he was avoiding someone's search. He said, "What's the matter?"
"Do you remember any comedians on the list of people attending the banquet?"
Bruce also frowned. He had a bad premonition, and then he heard Lex say: "I just received a call. A comedian who claimed to be the clown seemed to have entered the underground of the manor in advance.
, I suspect that there may be some kind of monitoring equipment there that can see our situation."
"He may have found the door to the underground and entered it. If you still want the treasure, you'd better act quickly."
Bruce's mind was no longer on the treasure at all. He turned his head and glanced outside the door. The agents hadn't chased him yet. He spoke quickly: "Are you sure he calls himself the Joker?"
"Yes, he said he was going to hold a comedy show here. When he was talking, he kept snickering, like a mental patient who couldn't control himself. Before hanging up the phone, he laughed crazily and sharply.
The laughter made my eardrums hurt..."
"Listen..." Bruce's tone suddenly dropped, and he said, "Although I don't know why he appears here, I must remind you that he is the most dangerous lunatic in the world."
"If he calls you again, don't listen to his tricks, don't think about his logic, and don't ask him why..."
Lex's face gradually became serious. Although he and Bruce had only known each other for a short time, he also admitted that the person opposite him had the same wisdom as him.
He also knew that Bruce, who pretended to be a playboy on the outside, was actually an unsmiling and serious person who would not joke easily. When he said something in a serious tone, it meant that the seriousness of the matter might be
It exceeded anyone's expectations.
"It sounds like you know him, but don't tell me he's a madman from Gotham."
"No……"
When Bruce denied this, Lex felt relieved. During the two years of his sanity, he had heard other people talk about Gotham. They said that it was a city of lunatics, and everyone who came out of it
A criminal would be the deadliest killer in any other city.
But soon, Bruce's cold voice came:
"Compared to him, no one else in Gotham is crazy."
These words are colder than the blizzard that continues outside the window. When the biting cold wind hits the glass, it is like a classical symphony. This sound echoes in the corridor, giving it a strange and scary atmosphere.
Clark walked back to his room quickly. He didn't feel cold, he just felt a little angry. The agents didn't say anything or ask anything. They just kept shooting at him. He had never seen it before.
Live like this person.
He took a deep breath, walked to the bed, picked up the pillow, and then threw it on the bed, making a snorting sound from his nose. Just like all young people from small towns on the East Coast, when Clark was angry, he just wanted to leave.
Go home and stay in the barn, or go for a walk in the wheat fields.
He stood up again and walked to the window. The sunlight reflected by the snow was shining on the extremely powerful light bulb, making it difficult to open his eyes. It was obvious that there was no barn or wheat field here, and no one knew how to go to the barn.
Or look for his parents in the wheat field.
Clark started to feel homesick again.
When he came to the metropolis to study at university, he encountered many problems that young people in small towns would encounter. He didn't know many things, and he was unfamiliar with many rules, and he was laughed at for this.
The new world outside was not as exciting as he imagined, or in other words, beyond the excitement, the price he had to pay was much greater than he imagined.
He couldn't wait to go home and talk to his parents about these troubles, but instead, he was sucked into another whirlpool that he was completely unfamiliar with, and he didn't know how to get out.
Clark's mind was in a mess. He stood by the window for a while, then turned and left. He wanted to go upstairs to talk to the professor. He thought it might make him feel better, but when he thought of what Schiller said before
Yes, he didn't even sleep for two hours that night, and Clark felt that it was too rude to disturb him like this.
But he desperately wanted to find someone to talk to, so he thought that it would be a good idea to go to Lex, and maybe he could continue to chat with him about the topic that he had not finished talking about before.
But at this moment, there was a "bang" and the door was knocked open. Several agents rushed in and pointed their guns at Clark. Clark instinctively took two steps back. He discovered that these agents were the same agents who had been with him before.
The group of people who were fighting.
"What are you going to do?! You..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several pistols fired at the same time, bullets poured towards Clark, and the expression on Clark's face became even more angry.
He waved his hand, and all the bullets were hovering in the air. Then, afterimages that were too fast to be seen flew past the suspended bullets. With a "bang", the gun in the front agent's hand was knocked away.
Got out.
"Bang! Oh——"
There was a loud noise, followed by a exclamation, and the lead agent was thrown onto the bed by Clark.
The agent standing at the door raised his gun again and wanted to shoot. Clark grabbed a desk lamp and threw it over, knocking him to the ground. The last agent was knocked down by his elbow.
Clark took a few breaths, not because he was tired, but because he was angry. He didn't understand why these people were targeting him like this.
From the beginning, his purpose was to put out the fire, and he successfully put out the fire. In the process, he did not offend anyone, but these people shot him when they saw him.
Just when he thought of this, Clark thought. He turned around and stretched out his arms to block the agent who was attacking again. The agent he threw on the bed before did not faint, but was waiting for an opportunity to make a sneak attack.
Clark was really a little angry. He was about to punch when suddenly, a feeling of dizziness came over him, making him dazed for a moment. Then, there was a spreading weakness. Clark covered his chest and coughed twice, and then fell down weakly.
Go down.
He felt as if something was interfering with him, making the range of his biological position extremely small and his strength weakened. More importantly, losing this feeling of full strength made him very uncomfortable.
I can't adjust my body.
When the agent saw Clark suddenly falling, he was stunned for a moment, but soon he reacted. He turned around and walked towards the other side of the room, trying to retrieve the pistol that Clark had knocked out. Clark stood up with all his strength.
I got up and wanted to stop him, but my body refused to obey.
Just when the agent came over with the gun, Clark could only dryly cough on the spot, but at this time, a figure passed by him, and there were a few "bang bang bang" sounds, and he saw that between his fists,
The agent's gun was shot away again.
In his blurred vision, Clark saw the figure squatting down to check on him, and then he saw Bruce's face.
This chapter has been completed!