"I can tell you very responsibly that someone found Old Luther's body in the bathroom of the reception room. He was already dead and had been quartered."
"Poor little Luther lost his father, oh, and poor Luther Group also lost its leader."
When the clown finished these words, the atmosphere in the entire manor condensed, and everything became quiet, except for the howling of the wind and snow outside the window.
Batman in the monitoring room saw that the people who had just pressed the button were frozen in front of the phone, and some people extended their hands again, seeming to be hesitating whether to change it.
One of them, an old man over fifty years old with gray temples, put one hand on his hip and held a phone in the other, and said angrily:
"The Luther Group is going to end! I'm sure that the entire Luther Group relies on Luther alone, but he deserves it. When he was still alive, he had all the power in his hands. His son is a fool again. Now
alright!"
Many people have the same idea as him. They are also old foxes who have been in the business world all their lives. They cannot be said to know the Luther Group thoroughly, but they also know a lot. The entire Luther Group is actually coming to Onel Luther.
Under control.
From their understanding, if old Luther dies without a successor, the group will definitely be doomed.
Soon, many people thought that now, the only legitimate heir of the Luther Group was hanging from the roof. As long as he pressed a button, he would be blown up to death.
Once he dies, the Luther Group will completely lose the possibility of turning around. Not to mention that some people who are familiar with Luther can take the opportunity to carve up the body. The market vacated after the fall of the Luther Group is enough to feed a lot of people.
People.
But many people are still hesitant, because they feel that Lex is not a threat. What if an autistic patient who is not very good at talking can survive? Can he do business? Can he do business?
Can Luthor Group turn the tide when the leader of the Luthor Group suddenly dies suddenly?
These experts all know that it is very difficult to do this even if they are in a normal state of mind.
Batman saw a few yellow dots suddenly appear in the blue. He looked carefully at the flashing yellow room. The people there looked like some dealers, recalling the Luther Group and some agricultural products from the East Coast.
The conflict between seed dealers and seed dealers is not unexpected.
But Batman knew that the Joker would not let Lex go so easily. Sure enough, his voice sounded again:
"I know that you are all very curious about the cause of old Luthor's death. Unfortunately, I can tell you that he was killed by Lex Luthor."
"Little Luther is not actually an autistic patient. Not only does he have normal intelligence and sanity, he even possesses unparalleled wisdom. He designed a complex trap to kill his father and cut him into pieces."
But at this time, Clark, who was hanging in the air, spoke. He said: "That's not the case, Lex..."
He even wanted to explain to Lex that his voice was loud enough and should be able to reach the residents' guest rooms, but no one listened to him...
After the Joker gave several examples to illustrate Lex's wisdom, for a moment, the blue reflected on Batman's face turned yellow, and many people changed their minds and pressed another button.
"He actually hurt his own father? He is really crazy. This murderer should die."
"No, he is too smart. Once he leaves here alive, the Luther Group may not necessarily disintegrate, which will affect my business..."
"Shit Luther should die!"
"I've known for a long time, I've known for a long time that there are no good people in that family! Since the police won't come to arrest you, then you might as well die!"
At this time, the clown put the mobile phone in his other hand to his ear. He listened to what was being said on the other side, and then shouted:
"Okay! It seems that the vast majority of people have changed their choice, and they have chosen - Lex Luthor!"
"No!
"Clark shouted loudly, his face was full of pain, he kept panting, and struggled with his last bit of strength, shouting loudly:
"That scumbag has been domestically abusing him! He was beaten all over and bruised, and even asked him to pretend to be autistic to control him. Moreover, Lex didn't mean it, he is also a victim..."
Clark tried his best to defend Lex. Through the reflection of the floor tiles, he saw that Lex was extremely weak at this time.
The wound on the back of Lex's neck began to bleed again, and there was a strong smell of blood. His head hung down, his face turned pale, and his lips turned purple. He could hardly speak, and even his breathing began to become weak.
.
In the final analysis, Lex was just a teenager. During the period when he was controlled by Lionel, he did not have any opportunities to exercise or exercise. On the contrary, the drugs Luther used on him were harmful to his health.
It had a bad impact on his body, making him thinner than ordinary people.
No matter how genius his brain is, it still needs blood supply, and it is obvious that his blood flow rate and blood pressure are not very optimistic now, and he is almost on the verge of coma.
"Look, Clark Kent! I told you, he's such a saint!"
The Joker walked to the center of the room, pointed his arm at Clark and said, "I'm not exaggerating in my praise of him!"
"Even though he knew it was a life-and-death game, he was still defending his friend Lex! Didn't he think that if Lex escaped, he would die? No! Of course he knew!"
"But he is so willing to sacrifice himself to save others, just like Jesus walking in this world!"
Various exaggerated words of praise came out of the clown's mouth.
However, the voting situation did not reverse. The rope that tied Lex was pulled up bit by bit. At this moment, Batman finally determined that the Joker had an accomplice.
Neither the rope hanging the two people nor the mechanism on the beam are automatic, that is to say, another person must pull the rope before the two people can be pulled up.
Clark looked up, watching Rex inch closer to the bomb, and shouted, "No!
!”
Suddenly, the speed of pulling the rope slowed down. Although Lex was still rising, the speed was much slower. It seemed that he was still a long way away from the bomb...
At this time, the clown spoke. He looked into Clark's eyes and said, "You know what? Clark, you really did me a big favor."
"Perhaps you don't know how smart this guy named Lex Luthor is, but an equally annoying guy told me that he may be one of the smartest people in the world."
"I hate dealing with this kind of person. You really don't know how much effort I put into dealing with him, but to no avail!"
"He is different from you. He can't be deceived by pretending to be some mysterious agent and making a phone call."
"That phone call was indeed made by you!
Clark said angrily. He was so angry that he felt like a clown being played around.
"Yes, it's a simple scam, but you still fell for it, Clark. I just pretended to be an agent and deliberately led you to the bathroom to find Onel's body, so that you would distrust Lex."
"No way..." the clown pouted, showing a sad expression and said: "I am just an ordinary comedian, a humble clown who is not loved, how can I compare with a genius like Lex?
"
"I called him, pretended to be various identities to persuade him, and came up with various reasons to confuse him, but it was completely ineffective."
"It's too difficult to deal with him, but it's too easy to deal with you, so I choose to let you, who is so powerful and just, deal with him."
Clark's chest began to heave constantly, he gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his mouth trembled with intense anger.
"It doesn't matter, Clark, really..." The clown said in an almost gentle voice: "You are indeed upholding justice. He is a hateful murderer who killed his biological father."
"What? You said that Onnel abused him? But look at..."
As he spoke, the clown bent his hands into an arc and put them to his mouth to make a trumpet shape. He shouted loudly:
"Little Luther killed his father because Lionel Luther was a domestic violence pervert! He beat little Luther with injuries all over his body, abused him, controlled him, and kept hurting him!"
"Little Luther was just taking revenge. He just used today's opportunity to kill his father and cut his body into pieces under the guise of other people!"
The clown shouted very loudly, and although his broken gong voice sounded a bit harsh, Clark knew very well that it could be heard by the guest rooms on several floors above.
However, there was no change in the voting results, and Lex was still rising slowly, starting to get closer and closer to the bomb.
"Have you seen it? No one cares about the truth you are seeking to get to the bottom of, the justice you want to uphold."
The Joker seemed to be talking to Clark, but Batman could feel it. His voice passed through the screen in the control room and pointed straight into his heart. Batman knew that the Joker was talking to him, because he was the one responsible for this absurdity.
The only audience in the drama.
"No." Clark's deep voice came, his tone revealing a calmness and firmness that surprised even Batman.
"I want to sanction Lex because I feel that he killed someone and I knocked him unconscious to ensure that other people would not be harmed by him."…
"And in the end, he and I will be tied here, not because my desire to uphold justice is wrong, but because I did not conduct a more detailed investigation before doing this and easily listened to a liar's lies.
.”
"This is my only mistake. The fault was mine, not my desire to uphold justice and impartiality." Clark said almost word for word.
"And in this whole thing, if I have to point out that one person is at fault, then the person who is at fault must be you, you damn lunatic."
"If you didn't have some ridiculous comedy show, no one would be trapped here, no one would have to make a choice, no one would die."
"However, if you must find someone to play such a childish game with you, then I can only tell you that you have found the wrong person."
As his voice fell, he exerted force on his waist and swung the rope vigorously. The whole figure swung out directly. Because the rope was very long, after swaying twice, he hit the railing of the patio on the second floor.
In the process, Clark twisted his body so that his chest faced the railing. First, the railing rubbed against the rope binding the kryptonite. Then, with a "clang" sound, the kryptonite, which was not originally tied firmly, was squeezed.
It flew out, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then landed on the ground.
The place where Clark was hung up was very high. Therefore, when the kryptonite fell to the ground, it was still some distance away from him. Almost instantly, Clark regained some strength. His arms exerted force and he immediately broke free from the rope, and then
Flying into the air.
The clown looked up at him from below and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want to do?! Save Lex, the abominable murderer? Is this the justice you want to administer?!"
"No." Clark denied this, his eyes shining brightly in the light reflected by the snowstorm, and his deep voice echoed in the manor, like a divine voice from heaven:
"If it was my mistake that caused all this, if it was my mistake that gave you a reason to deny justice..."
"Then I will make up for it myself."
As he spoke, he turned in the air, then broke the window closest to him, and flew out of the window with a "swish" and reached the sky above the mayor's mansion.
His face was still a little pale, and the feeling of weakness and powerlessness had not passed away, but he tried to concentrate and squeezed out the last strength from his body, and his eyes began to glow with a dazzling light.
When red heat rays burst out from his eyes and passed over the land around the mayor's manor, everyone opened the windows and looked up at the god-like figure in the sky.
The heat rays shot out from his eyes circled around the entire manor. There was a deep ravine in all the plowed places. The entire manor was like a cake cut with a knife, completely separated from the surrounding land.
Already.
At this time, everyone felt that the floor beneath their feet was shaking violently. They dropped the phones in their hands and fell to the ground, but they kept staring out the window.
The blizzard was getting bigger and bigger, and between the flying snowflakes, they saw the entire mayor's manor flying up——