Bullock came quickly and understood what happened in just a moment. He said, "Your apprentice was found in an alley near the police station. He is not dead, but he was slightly injured. The other party got some
Her blood may be to imitate her."
"The imitation was a complete failure," Gordon said, "There is no distinction between left and right, and there are obvious abnormalities in the eyeballs."
"But fortunately, they finally figured out how to think differently." Bullock shrugged and said, "It's much easier to imitate others and sneak in."
He looked down at the body in the car and said, "What are you going to do? Have you found a place to throw it away?"
"Remember Clay's body at the beginning? The forensic doctor found metal parts in his body. Even if we want to throw it away, we have to get these things out first."
"Then an incision must be made, at least a craniotomy is indispensable." Bullock took a puff of cigarette and said: "I know you can't do this, leave it to me. I will help some old friends solve their problems after they are released from prison.
They should be willing to help with life problems."
Gordon said nothing with a sullen face, obviously his good mood early in the morning was ruined. He waved his hand and said, "I'll go check on Winnie first. This damn thing scared me. She must be scared."
It’s broken, by the way, where are you going to throw this thing?”
"Just don't worry about it, they will always go somewhere."
"But it's best not to delay attending Schiller's housewarming party. He doesn't like people being late."
Bullock gestured to him to reassure him.
Gordon followed the large army to the vicinity of Schiller's house. When he saw Schiller surrounded by a crowd, he went up to say hello and left, intending to go to the nearby woods to smoke a cigarette and relax.
During this period of time, there have been a lot of troubles in the police station. The main troubles come from the pressure from the top and this group of clones who have been causing trouble.
At first, people were recruited for no reason, but the gang of boys he brought out knew who his own people were. The people who were recruited had no access to important work at all, although they did not create any opportunities.
But it is quite tiring to guard against thieves every day.
Unexpectedly, these idiots got the idea and found that they could not integrate into this group, so they began to think of ways to replace Gordon's own people.
Fortunately, they focused on Gordon's right-hand man at the beginning. If they had replaced a junior police officer at the beginning, Gordon might not be able to detect it.
Thinking of this, Gordon felt a little scared. If they really succeeded, he didn't know how much trouble would be caused.
Gordon kept walking along the river bank, but soon he heard movement in the woods behind him. When he turned around, Bullock rushed over from behind the tree, made a silent gesture to him, and lowered his voice and said:
"Schiller isn't around here, is he?"
"He's taking care of the guests over there."
"That'll be easy, Jim, take them with you."
Gordon watched as several young men emerged from the woods behind him, carrying boxes one after another and running towards the lake. When he smelled the smell of blood, Gordon knew what was in the boxes.
Bullock took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, everything is tied up. Jim and the others used to do dirty work for the gang, and we promise not to leave any traces."
"Are you crazy? Are you going to dump your body in front of Schiller?!"
"I bet he won't care." Bullock said: "Even if you go back with the smell of blood, he doesn't care what you went to do. He is too busy for the banquet."
Gordon was about to open his mouth to retort, but after thinking about it, he realized that in Schiller's eyes, this pile of corpse fragments was not as important as a stand on his oven.
But it's one thing for Schiller to be discovered, it's another thing for so many people to find a corpse that looks exactly like his subordinate.
Gordon had already tightened his grip on the gun. Once the clown mentioned words like corpse again, he would shoot him and call an ambulance.
The gorgeous colors of the forest in the morning mist faded away, and the red, orange, yellow and green were all covered with a foggy filter. There was only a hint of red, which was shocking, but it only flickered in Clark's eyes for a moment and then disappeared.
Already.
Lex turned around and saw the worry in Clark's eyes.
Blood, blood all over the floor.
Lex stood in front of a pool of blood, holding the phone and saying in an indifferent tone: "My helicopter pilot is dead. I'm afraid I have to ask you to take me there today."
In less than two minutes, Clark and Diana appeared on the tarmac on the roof of the Luther Building carrying large and small bags.
Then I was stunned by the sight in front of me.
Lex held a knife in his hand, and the man in a helicopter pilot's costume fell to the ground. Judging from the amount of bleeding, he must have been dead.
"What's going on? Lex?"
There was no anger in Clark's tone, only shock and concern. He knew that his friend was not a madman, and more importantly, he would not let any irrational behavior delay his important events.
Today they are all going to attend Schiller's housewarming party. Even if Lex has a huge grudge against this man, there is no way he can take revenge now.
"Someone pretended to be my helicopter pilot, but I found out, so I killed him."
"Who?" Diana asked with a frown.
"Who else could it be?"
Clark immediately took a step forward. He reached out and lifted the back of the helicopter pilot's clothes, and sure enough, he found the tattoo of the Penitent Cartel on his waist.
"Why is he still refusing to let us go?!" Clark roared: "They almost killed Lois!!"
Lex looked at Diana, who put down the things on her hands and sighed: "Yesterday morning when we were preparing camping equipment, someone attacked Lois, and Clark had to expose his ability. Fortunately, he didn't
Something big happened."
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"Also someone who confesses to the cartel?"
"We were busy rescuing Louis and letting him run away, but Clark used his clairvoyance to see the tattoo on the other person. He was from the drug trafficking organization."
Lex's face darkened, and he said: "I know there will be many obstacles on this road, but a drug trafficking organization dares to make trouble on my head..."
Clark straightened up, looked at Lex with worried eyes and said, "Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"
"I thought you would say I killed innocent people indiscriminately."
"They are not innocent in any sense."
"But he really didn't do anything to me." Lex looked down at the body and said, "I wasn't sure he was a drug dealer when I killed him."
"But fortunately you are smart enough, otherwise if he crashes into anything with his helicopter, you will definitely die without a burial place."
"You have really changed a lot, Clark." Lex said with some sigh.
"I reserve gentleness for my friends, and cruelty for my enemies." Clark's blue eyes seemed to be shining as he said, "How gentle I am depends on how good my friends are, and vice versa."
Lex was choked again. He turned his head away from Clark and could only curse a few words in his mind. Clark never knew how to turn around when talking.
"What should we do now?" Diana looked at the corpse and said with a headache: "The party is about to start, and we are already late."
"Leave the body to me. Just stay out of the way and fly to the destination with me and the things later. Don't worry about the rest."
"Are you going to cut it open?" Clark asked.
"Don't ask questions knowingly." Lex pushed him with some disgust and said, "You go to the back of the helicopter first. The next scene is not suitable for children."
But the red light in Clark's eyes lit up, and several laser beams were fired out, and the body was divided into several parts in an instant.
Lex was stunned. He saw Clark showing a hint of fear, but suddenly he remembered who he was doing this for, and felt ashamed of his emotion just now.
Clark didn't care about Lex's complicated mood there alone. He said: "I should be able to burn it directly to ashes, but I always feel that I should leave some evidence. Can I take away the tattoo? Maybe Oliver will use it
Worth it."
"I didn't expect you to be so... pragmatic." Lex said in a complicated tone.
"Pragmatists are all because they don't have time to daydream." Clark's natural wisdom in life was fully reflected at this time. He said: "If others have touched your home with a knife, they may even point it at your throat.
Now that a knife is coming, do you still want to discuss with them the cultural customs of respecting corpses?"
"That's the best thing you can think of." Lex could only say this sourly, and at the same time he began to hate himself for missing the trip to Mexico. It must be a great event for an alien to have such a change.
A legendary journey.
But at the same time, Lex felt the comfort of being understood. If Lex had to be defined in one word, it would be a red pragmatist.
To put it simply, his goal is not to achieve ultimate communism, or even socialism. Due to his natural mental defects, he is unable to have real sympathy for the people at the bottom.
Everything he did, such as promoting communism or liberating the people, and all the spirit related to red ideas he upheld were just his weapons. He wanted to use this weapon to solve problems, not to realize any great dreams.
He knew that he and Oliver would not get along, because Oliver was an idealist. He believed that as long as his beliefs were firm enough, man could conquer nature, and as long as his theory was mature enough, he could always infect enough people. Lex hated these sutra-reading sects very much.
His cooperation with Oliver and his support for Oliver were only out of pragmatism. He believed that the situation in Mexico was conducive to the development of his metropolis, so he did so.
He was not surprised that Oliver was expelled from the Revolutionary Army Center. He had even expected it. Oliver's behavior was not mature enough and it was reasonable for him to fall into trouble.
It’s not that you can’t have ideals, it’s just that Oliver talked about his ideals too early, and with the joint efforts of all parties, he never developed any political fighting skills. No qualified leader can be like him.
Lex originally thought that Clark would become a dreamer like him sooner or later if he hung out with Oliver every day.
Unexpectedly, the alien gave him another surprise. Lex even began to wonder why Clark could always unswervingly choose the right path in crises that may go astray again and again, even better than any of them.
just.
After much deliberation, Lex couldn't find anything that was too different between Clark and them. If anything, it was probably his happy family.
This is something that I can't even envy. The thought of being a loving father and a filial son like Lionel gave Lex goosebumps all over his body.
Lex helped Clark peel off the part of the skin with the tattoo. Clark wrapped it and put it under the box. Then he offered to help Lex burn the remaining part to ashes, but Lex refused.
"Then what are you going to do?" Clark asked.
"I guess Professor Schiller will arrange fishing activities, but I'm not good at fishing with lures. As long as no one sees it, it should be fine if I throw some nest materials." Lex looked down at the corpse and said: "You can do it