American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 442 First Blizzard (Part 1)

The sky has gradually brightened, but the snowstorm has not yet passed. When the light of dawn shines through the vast snow and shines in the messy reception room, it does not bring real light here, but it is more lethal than a dark night. People feel cold.

When Lex walked in, his complexion was pale, expressionless and thin, looking like a ghost walking out of the wind and snow, Clark's fingertips trembled, revealing that he was not calm. Feeling.

But soon more anger overwhelmed him, and he stared into Lex's eyes and asked, "You killed him?"

Seeing Lex's denial mouth, Clark's tone was full of anger: "The blood on your trousers is his, I can see it."

Lex's disguised expression of weakness gradually faded, turning into a mockery, his voice colder than the wind and snow outside the window when he spoke.

"Using your superpowers? You can tell anyone's blood. I'm really curious, what else can this superpower do? When you're plowing the land like a stupid cow, is it used to count the bugs in the field?"

Even Lex himself didn't realize that behind his sharp words, there was actually a kind of fear hidden.

On the opposite side, Clark was standing in front of the bathroom door, the shadow of the corner covering him. In Lex's field of vision, he looked like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

At this moment, Lex found that he felt incomparably disgusted for people with unknown powers, and the anger that burst out in his heart still came from fear, the instinctive fear of creatures standing at the top of the food chain.

Out of this fear, he instinctively refused to communicate with Clark, saying: "What I did has nothing to do with you, mind your own business."

Seeing his attitude, Clark was also a little angry. The tragic state of La Onel's body still had a great impact on him. He lived in a very simple environment in the small town. He had never seen a body, let alone I have seen such a **** murder scene.

He took a step forward, forcing Lex to take a step back, and Clark said in a low voice, "Luther, murder is against the law! And he's your biological father! Isn't it?"

Lex made a disdainful sound from his nose. He said, "I know, you're the kind of person who believes in the law, but I'm not. I don't want to explain it to you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, and Clark walked over quickly, took his arm, and said in a deep voice, "I can't let you go unless you promise me that you will never hurt anyone else..."

"Promise?!" Lex raised his voice. He shook Clark's arm, turned to look at him, and said, "If you never trusted me, why should I promise you?"

Without waiting for Clark's defense, Lex glanced at the bathroom door, then looked at Clark and said, "If I remember correctly, our plan is for three people to investigate the underground door separately, so why did you show up? it's here?"

"You want to investigate me, you want to get hold of me, Clark, I'm sickened by your hypocritical sainthood."

Lex took a step back, stood by the door, looked at Clark and said, "You put on a good old man's attitude and persuaded me to cooperate with Wayne, but now, what are you doing? Executing our plan ?"

"Or, you're just a hypocritical liar who wants us to work for you, while you're secretly investigating us and trying to catch us."

"I didn't think so." Clark said helplessly.

"But you did it." Lex didn't notice, his tone trembled a little.

Now, Clark is too close to him. Although the two are still at least two meters away, Lex can already feel the suffocating pressure. He has seen Clark in battle. He is very sure that if Clark wanted to do it, and it didn't take a second for him to die.

When humans face the beasts that can kill themselves, the fear is engraved in their instincts. Clark's various abilities show that not only is he not an ordinary person, he may not even be a human being.

Lex didn't know what Clark was thinking, when he would do something, or when he would kill himself. All he knew was that Clark only needed a thought, and he was dead.

No one could remain calm in this emotion, Lex's chest heaved violently, he kept retreating, trying to escape, but he didn't have the courage to leave Clark behind.

Seeing that Lex had no intention of communicating at all, Clark took a deep breath and walked towards Lex. In the process of getting closer and closer to Lex, his instinctive fear engulfed Lex, and he turned to run. .

In an instant, Clark grabbed him. At this time, Clark didn't want to attack Lex, he just wanted to stop him from leaving, hoping that the two of them could have a good talk and solve this misunderstanding.

Until now, Clark still felt that Lex might not be intentional. After all, Lex, who had dealt with him, was more trusted by him than the mysterious phone call from whom he didn't know.

But Lex had completely collapsed. The moment Clark grabbed him, he felt like a caught bug. This stronger and more powerful hand was pressing towards him like a **** of death, and he even He couldn't even flutter his wings for a short time, and he could only wait for death in place.

He began to want to do something to cover up this fear, so he raised his voice and said quickly: "I killed him! And I cut him up with my own hands, that's what I'm going to do! You want What? Kill me?"

"I've said it long ago, Clark, your powerful ability makes you immune to the harm that most ordinary people do to you, so of course you can pretend to be tolerant and be a kind person!"

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"But you want to use this ability to judge me, or even kill me, there is no difference between you and me, you monster!"

Lex's tone was very fierce. Clark felt extremely angry the moment he heard that he admitted that he had killed someone, not only because of the tragic situation at the murder scene, but he really didn't understand how anyone would do it. After such a cruel thing, there is no repentance at all.

Lex was about to back off again, and Clark leaned forward, then raised his arm and knocked Lex on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Clark stood there and took a few breaths. For some reason, a violent emotion was surging in his chest, because he could clearly see the fear in Lex's eyes the moment he made his move.

He must be afraid that his crimes will be exposed, Clark persuaded himself, but another voice in his mind told him that he was actually afraid of you, of your mighty power.

He sees you as a monster, not one of his kind, he thinks you can't communicate, just fears you.

This made Clark feel very bad, as if he really turned into a beast hiding in the crowd, just using his powerful strength to attack humans recklessly.

Just when he bent down and wanted to carry Lex back to the guest room, suddenly, a strong sense of weakness attacked him again, and Clark took a deep breath and half-kneeled.

In the past few times, as long as he temporarily relaxed his body, took a deep breath and rested for a while, this feeling would go away, but this time, Clark stood there and gasped for a long time, and the feeling became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he felt a dark shadow appear above his head. He looked up and saw a man in a long suit standing in front of him. Looking up, he was holding a special container in his pale hands. , there is a stone that emits a green light.

Clark raised his head hard, looked up, a face with a crazy smile appeared in his field of vision, and sure enough, a series of crazy laughter came from the top of his head.

The lid of the container was opened, and the green stone was thrown directly on Clark's body. Clark let out a painful groan, almost unable to support his body, and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a strange face with clown makeup appeared in front of Clark's eyes. The clown put his head close, and even reached out and patted Clark's face, showing him a big smile.

The clown stretched out his hand, picked up the green stone, shook it in front of Clark's eyes, then raised his arm high and smashed it down.

"Uh!

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Clark let out a low scream. The moment the green stone touched his skin, a severe burning pain occurred. What made him even more uncomfortable was that the feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, making him dizzy and nauseated. He had never experienced this feeling.

Suddenly, he felt that some liquid covered his eyes and stuck to his eyelashes, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

The smell of blood came from very close to him. He stretched out his hand hard and touched his forehead. The pain came. Clark put his fingertips in front of his eyes. He saw that his hands were covered with stains. thick blood.

Is he bleeding?

Clark's breath was getting tighter, he felt an emotion he had never felt before, he thought it might be fear, and it was the first time he was bleeding from a wound.

Being blinded by the blood, Clark could see Lex lying on the ground through the feet wearing leather shoes. The blood on the back of his neck had dried up and turned into a black scab.

The **** smell that kept pouring into his nostrils~www.novelbuddy.com~ kept reminding Clark that ordinary people hurt when they get hurt.

But at this time, the figure in the long suit walked over to Lex, crouched on the ground, and poked Lex's arm with his fingers.

Lex's body was not strong in the first place. After being knocked out, he didn't wake up so quickly, so he didn't have any reaction, but the madman with the clown makeup grinned and said to himself:

"Oh, look at this poor little guy, Lex Luthor, who was severely domesticated by his father for a long time..."

Saying that, the clown lifted the clothes on the back of Lex Luthor with his hands, Clark's eyes widened, because he saw numerous scars on Lex's back. down.

Clark pounded the floor with his hands, and he struggled to get up, but the green stone was too close to him, and his upper body just straightened up before falling to the ground again.

"How hard he tried to get revenge, after waiting for so long, he finally got a chance to kill that **** pervert and avenge his mother and himself..."

"He made it... made it!" The clown pouted and nodded, as if to express his affirmation, but soon, he started laughing again, and then said:

"But he's a crappy and outdated screenwriter. No one likes watching revenge dramas like this. People prefer that every show has a humorous ending!"

Having said that, the clown stood up staggeringly, looked down at Clark from above, and said, "It doesn't matter if he can't do it, I can help him."

"Now, this scene has a humorous enough ending..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

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