American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 447 Screaming Poems (Part 2)

In the endless blizzard, a huge island rises into the sky, and the surrounding blizzard is like the spirits dancing and celebrating when the gods come to the world, and the cold wind that constantly shouts, like the sky singing a hymn to this mighty power.

Under this huge island, there is a small figure, he is holding up the entire building with one hand, flying in the wind and snow.

His face was extremely pale, but his expression was always very determined. He didn't turn his head to look at the huge extraterrestrial meteorite buried under the mayor's mansion, covering almost the entire manor.

Just now, when he went to lift the entire island of the mayor's mansion, such a large amount of radiation caused him great damage again, but Clark still gritted his teeth and held the huge manor forward in the snowstorm. fly.

Feng Xuemo closed his eyes, silenced his voice, and even made his thoughts become chaotic.

Looking up, the world is white.

No direction, no purpose, no hope, Clark just knew. He was going to fly as far as possible, as far as possible from that deadly radiation, and he was going to put the manor in a safe place.

This goal kept reverberating in Clark's mind, and he didn't even know what was driving him to do it.

He is not stupid. He knows that what just happened in the manor is actually showing the ugliest side of these so-called upper class people.

They don't care about the truth or justice. As ants that are almost collapsed at the touch of a button, in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, they overlook all beings from the top, but in terms of ability and character, they are far less than those hard-working people. noble.

They think they are beyond the rules of this society, but they kneel under the power faster than the cold wind howling outside the window. Whether it is in this absurd drama or in this complicated ant nest society, they They are all too deep into the play.

I don't know how long it took, Clark felt that it might be a century, and his power that was constantly weakened by kryptonite was finally exhausted.

He tried hard to keep it steady, but in the last distance of landing, he still couldn't control the center of gravity of the entire manor well. Just as he landed, a corner of the manor first touched the ground, and then smashed in with a "boom". surface.

And just this tremor, a huge change has taken place in the entire manor.

Ordinary people are extremely fragile. They stand in the room, and they are still sighing at the mighty power of the gods one second, and the next second, disaster will come.

The manor whose center of gravity was unstable when it landed on the ground was shaken violently, and then swayed a few times from side to side, and the entire manor turned into a centrifuge.

The residents who stayed in the guest rooms first rose into the air, then smashed to the ground, and some even collided with the wall a few times, and everyone was bleeding.

The only advantage of this landing process compared to earthquakes or crashes is that it ends quickly, and those who are in the wrong posture die quickly.

Among the residents of the entire three-story building, almost all of them were injured during the uneven landing, and the lightest one was smashing their foreheads or slashing their arms.

The vast majority of people had minor fractures. Not too many people died, there were about five or six, and most of them were elderly people who could not stand the violent collision.

Clark, who had exhausted his last strength, also fell to the ground, and then, in the icy snow, felt the snowflakes hitting his face.

Clark felt his body getting colder and colder, but he was relieved because he felt that he had saved everyone in the manor.

Without the kryptonite, his strength recovered very quickly. In a short while, he felt that he could stand up, but just when he wanted to do so, he saw that in the vast blizzard, someone had already stood up. come over.

He was wearing a suit, with green hair and clown makeup on his face, but he was not the clown standing in the banquet hall. His face made Clark feel a little familiar. In the blink of an eye, Clark exclaimed. : "Professor Schiller..."

What appeared in his field of vision was the kryptonite that was raised high and smashed again.

When Clark woke up again, he found himself in the banquet hall again. He was **** again, and the kryptonite was firmly fixed to his chest. Obviously, he was unlikely to break free this time.

And Batman in the monitoring room also saw the accomplice of the clown who finally revealed his true face-that was another clown.

Batman narrowed his eyes, showing the skeptical expression he usually does. He lowered his head, looked at the bat doll he threw on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

But the farce in the banquet hall was far from over. The clown in a long suit came to Clark. After he squatted down, he kept playing with the button with his hands, and then said to Clark, whose face was covered in blood:

"Do you think I'd be so boring? Let a bunch of idiots execute two other idiots?"

"Oh my God! This is the worst script in the world, boring, boring, ignored..."

"If I only had this level, I'd starve to death, but Jack is the greatest comedian in the world!"

"Next, is the real opening..."

As he said that, he gave Clark a crazy smile. At this moment, a woman with disheveled hair rushed out of the guest room and came to the railing of the patio, shouting frantically:

"Kill him, kill that **** monster!"

She picked up her hair with her hand, and there was a huge cut from one cheek to her neck, which looked like it had just been cut by accidentally hitting something when she landed.

Apart from this set of wounds, she is very beautiful and has a very **** figure. The dress and skirt on her body are sparkling, but the wound and the blood on her chest make her look like a devil.

"He ruined my face! Ruined my entire acting career! I still have a movie to shoot in the second half of the year, if I break the contract, I will lose my fortune!

! Do not!

! "

"Kill him! He's a monster! Woohoo..."

The woman's shrill roaring and crying echoed in the manor, obviously, she was about to go crazy.

In another room, a man dressed as a politician on crutches also came out. His face was covered in blood, and his arms were bent at a strange angle. He looked at the clown and said:

"It's not over yet! It's not over yet... I'm going to vote unanimously for Clark!"

"He moved the mayor's mansion all over the Metropolis, how are we going to explain this to the public? How am I going to face the inquiries from the state legislature?! My career is ruined!"

"Are you crazy?!" Clark said in shock: "I'm saving you! I'm saving everyone in this manor..."

However, more people came out. They were all wounded and covered in blood. They shouted, "You monster!"

One of the hostess-like old men stood up, pointed at Clark and said, "You're not trying to save us, you're trying to kill us!"

After speaking, he pointed his arm at the clown and said, "We have done what he said, we have voted, and at that time, we are safe! But you, you stabbed a big basket and killed you Sanda..."

A corpse was dragged out of the guest room, and a woman was lying on the corpse crying sadly, it seemed to be the wife of the deceased.

"You just don't want to die, you just worry that we will vote for you, that's why you make such a mess!"

"Since you don't have the ability to keep us safe, why do all this?!"

"You are not human at all, you are a monster, only monsters can do all this, you are not for us at all!"

"My arm hurts so much, who can help me, God..."

"My face is disfigured, how am I going to host the show in the future? You hurt all of us..."

"Even if it's cancer, it's better than this. At least I have money to cure cancer, but now, I'm going to be disabled for life!"

"You're not human at all, monster! Crazy!"

Everyone was wailing, and they dragged their injured limbs out of the room and came to the corridor of the patio, blaming Clark who was lying in the center of the banquet hall.

Clark felt that he was in the midst of a violent snowstorm. Those screams, howls, accusations, and abuses, such as knife-like snowflakes, made him feel even more pain. This pain went deep into his bones, depriving him of all strength and thoughts of resistance.

Did he do it wrong? Maybe, Clark thought.

That terrifying lunatic, the most understanding lunatic, the clown, he gave everyone hope, he made those people think ~www.novelbuddy.com~ As long as they vote according to his ideas, then the one who will die today will be There will only be one person, either Clark or Lex.

This makes all of Clark's efforts and sacrifices seem like selfish acts of sacrificing everyone's safety to save himself.

It was only now that Clark discovered that it was all a conspiracy and that the lunatic was only trying to stimulate him from beginning to end.

From letting him face Lionel's body, misleading him to knock down Lex, then revealing the truth, making him feel guilty, and then holding the so-called voting performance, maybe even the one who was easily broken away by him Kryptonite, all part of his plan.

All the Joker did is to throw him in the coldest blizzard in the world, and let him understand that there is no colder wind or blizzard in this world than facing human nature.

Suddenly, a scream came from somewhere, echoing in the empty manor:

"Vote! I'm voting! I'm voting for Clark! Kill him!"

"Mr. Clown, exercise your power! My vote gives you power! Kill him!"

This scream seemed to remind everyone that they looked at Clark, who was bound again and was extremely weak, and saw the two clowns with murder weapons.

They suddenly realized that the voting game was not over, on the contrary, the show had just begun.

When a person moved, everyone started to walk back to the room with difficulty, even though their arms were broken, their bodies were bleeding, and the pain was surrounding them, they still tried their best to press the button.

At this time, the only audience member of the show saw everything in the monitoring room.

When the blue light reached Batman's eyes, there was nothing but an endless black tide.