American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 446 Screaming Poems (middle)

"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 was dismembered."

"Poor little Luthor lost his father, and oh, and poor Luthor Group, and its leader."

When the clown finished saying this, the atmosphere in the entire manor condensed, and everything was quiet, except for the wind and snow outside the window.

Batman in the monitoring room saw that the people who had just pressed the button froze in front of the phone, and some people stretched out their hands again, seeming to be hesitating to change.

One of them, an old man over fifty years old with gray temples, with one hand on his hip and a phone in the other, said in a buoyant voice:

"The Luthor Group is over! I'm sure that the entire Luthor Group relies on Luthor alone, but he deserves it too. When he is alive, he has all the power in his hands. His son is a fool again. All right!"

Many people have the same thoughts as him. They are all old foxes who have been ups and downs in the business sea all their lives. They can't say that they know the basics of the Luther Group, but they also know a lot. in control.

In their understanding, if old Luther died and there was no successor, the group would definitely be doomed.

Soon, many people thought that now, the only legitimate heir of the Luther Group is hanging from the roof, and as long as a button is pressed, he will be bombed to death.

Once he dies, the Luthor Group will completely lose the possibility of turning over. Not to mention that some people who are familiar with Luthor can take the opportunity to carve up the corpse, the market vacated after the fall of the Luthor Group is enough to feed a lot of people. people.

But many people are still a little hesitant, because they feel that Lax is not a threat. What can an autistic patient who is not very able to speak up to now survive? Will he do business? Can he turn the tide in the case of the sudden death of the Luthor Group controller?

These insiders know that this is difficult to do, even in a sane state.

Batman saw that a few yellow spots suddenly appeared in the blue, and he took a closer look at the flashing yellow room. The people there looked like some dealers, recalling the Luther Group and some agricultural products on the east coast. And the contradiction between seed dealers, this is not unexpected.

But Batman knew that the Joker would not let him go so easily, and sure enough, his voice sounded again:

"I know that all of you are very curious about the cause of old Luther's death, and unfortunately, he was killed by Lex Luthor."

"Little Luther is not actually an autistic person. He is not only intelligent and sane, but even has unparalleled intelligence. He designed a complex trap to kill his father and dismember him."

At this time, Clark, who was hanging in the air, spoke up. He said, "That's not the case, come to him..."

He even wanted to explain to Lex that his voice was loud enough that it should be able to reach the residents' rooms, but no one listened to him.

After the Joker gave a few examples of Lex's wisdom, in an instant, the blue reflected in Batman's face turned yellow, and many people changed their minds and pressed another button.

"He actually hurt his own father? He's 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 Luthor should die!"

"I knew for a long time, I knew for a long time, there are no good people in that family! Since the police don't come to arrest you, then you should die!"

At this time, the clown brought the mobile phone in the other hand to his ear. He listened to what the other side was saying, and then shouted:

"Okay! It seems that the vast majority of people changed their choice, they chose - Lex Luthor!"

"Do not!

"Clarke shouted loudly, his face full of pain, gasping for breath, struggling with the last of his strength, shouting loudly:

"That scum has been abusing him at home! He beat him all over, and made him pretend to be autistic to control him, and Lex didn't mean it, he was also a victim..."

Clark tried his best to defend Lex, and 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 drooped, his face was pale, his lips were purple, he could hardly speak, and even his breathing became weak. .

In the final analysis, Lex was just a teenager. During the time he was under Leonel's control, he did not have any opportunities to exercise and exercise. On the contrary, Luther had no effect on the drugs he used. His body had a bad influence, making him thinner than ordinary people.

"Treading the Stars"

No matter how talented 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 said long ago that he was such a saint!"

The Joker walked to the center of the room, pointed his arm at Clark, and said, "I can't exaggerate my compliment to him!"

"Even though he knew it was a life-or-death game, he was defending his friend Lex! Didn't he think that if Lex escaped, he would die? No! Of course he knew!"

"But he was so willing to sacrifice himself to save others, just like **** walking in this world!"

Again, all kinds of exaggerated praise words came out of the clown's mouth.

However, the voting situation did not reverse, and the rope tied to Lex was pulled up little by little. At this moment, Batman finally confirmed that the Joker had an accomplice.

The rope hanging two people and the mechanism on the beam are not automatic, that is to say, there must be another person to pull the rope before the two can be pulled up.

Clark looked up, watching Lex approaching the bomb a little, and he shouted, "No!

! "

Suddenly, the speed of pulling the rope slowed down. Although Lex was still rising, the speed was much slower. It seemed that there was still a long distance from the bomb.

At this moment, the Joker spoke up. 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 called Lex Luther is, but an equally nasty guy told me he's probably one of the smartest people in the world."

"I hate to deal with this kind of person. You really don't know how much effort I put in to deal with him, but it didn't work!"

"He's different from you. You can't be deceived by pretending to be some mysterious agent to make a phone call."

"That phone call was indeed yours!

"Clark said angrily, he was literally furious, feeling like a clown being played around.

"Yes, a simple scam, but you are still fooled, Clark, I pretended to be an agent and deliberately led you to the bathroom to find Onel's body, which made you distrust Lex."

"There's no way..." The clown pouted and said with a sad expression: "I'm just an ordinary comedian, a humble and unloved clown, how can I compare to 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 hard to deal with him, but it's too easy to deal with you, so I choose to let you who are so powerful and just deal with him."

Clark's chest began to rise and fall, he gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his mouth trembled with intense anger.

"It's okay, Clark, really..." The Joker said almost in a gentle voice: "You are indeed doing justice. He was a hateful murderer who killed his own father."

"What? You said O'Neill abused him? But look..."

As he spoke, the clown bent his hands in an arc and put them around his mouth in a trumpet shape, and he shouted loudly:

"Little Luthor killed his father because Leonel Luthor was a domestic abuse pervert! He beat Little Luthor all over, abused him, controlled him, and hurt him constantly!"

"Little Luther was just taking revenge. He was just taking advantage of today's opportunity to kill his own father and dismember him under the guise of other people's hands!"

The clown shouted very loudly, and although his broken gong sounded a bit harsh, Clark knew it very well, and could hear it from the guest rooms on the upper floors.

However, there was no change in the voting results, and Lex was still slowly rising, getting closer and closer to the bomb.

"Have you seen it? No one cares about the truths you are looking for and the justice you want to uphold."

The Joker seemed to be talking to Clark, but Batman could feel it, his voice pointed straight to his heart through the screen in the monitoring room, and Batman knew that the Joker was talking to him, because he was part of this absurdity. The only audience in the play.

"No." Clark's low voice came, his tone revealed a calm and firmness that surprised even Batman.

"I want to sanction Lex because I think he killed someone and I knocked him unconscious to make sure no one else was hurt by him."

"In the end, he and I will be tied here, not because I want to do justice, but because I didn't conduct a more detailed investigation before doing this, and easily listened to a liar's nonsense. ."

"This is my only mistake, it's me, not the heart that wants to uphold justice and justice." Clark said almost word for word.

"And in this whole thing, if you have to point out that one person is at fault, then the person who is at fault must be you, you **** lunatic."

"If you don't have some ridiculous comedy show, nobody's going to be stuck here, nobody's going to have a choice, nobody's going to die."

"However, if you must find someone to play this 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 swayed the rope vigorously, and the whole figure swayed directly out, but because the rope was very long, it swayed twice before hitting the railing of the patio on the second floor.

Clark twisted his body in the process, so that his chest was facing the railing. First, the railing rubbed against the rope that bound the kryptonite. Then, with a "dang" sound, the kryptonite that was not tightly bound was squeezed directly. It went out, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell to the ground.

The place where Clark was hanged was very high, so when the kryptonite fell to the ground, there was still a distance from him~www.novelbuddy.com~ Almost instantly, Clark regained some strength, his arm exerted force, and immediately He broke free of the rope and flew into the air.

The clown looked up at him from below, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want to do?! Save the hateful murderer Lax? Is this the justice you want to preside?!"

"No." Clark denied this, his eyes shining in the light reflected by the snowstorm, and his low 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."

Saying that, he made a turn in the air, then broke the window closest to him, and flew out of the window with a "swoosh", and came to the sky above the mayor's mansion.

His face was still a little pale, and the feeling of weakness and powerlessness had not passed, but he tried to concentrate, squeezing out the last strength in his body, and his eyes began to glow dazzlingly.

When red heat rays burst out from his eyes and skipped the land around the mayor's manor, everyone opened the windows and looked up at the god-like figure in the air.

The heat rays shot from his eyes circled the entire manor, and all the plowed places had a deep ravine. The entire manor was like a cake cut by a knife, completely separated from the surrounding land. .

At this time, everyone felt that the floor under their feet shook violently. They dropped the phone in their hands and fell to the ground, but their eyes kept staring out the window.

The blizzard was getting bigger and bigger, and between the pieces of snowflakes flying, they saw that the entire mayor's manor flew up——

Or rather, it was lifted up.