The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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 dismembered.

Poor little Luthor has lost his father, and oh, and poor Luthor Corporation has lost its leader.

When the clown finished speaking, the atmosphere in the whole manor was condensed, and everything was quiet, except for the howling of the wind and snow outside the window.

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

One of them, an old man over half a century old with gray sideburns, with one hand on his hips and a phone in the other, said in a confident voice:

The Luthor Group is going to end! I'm sure that the entire Luthor Group depends on Luther alone, but he deserves it. When he was still alive, he took all the power in his hands. His son is a fool. This time alright!

Many people think the same as him. They are all old foxes who have been up and down in the business world all their lives. They can't be said to know the bottom line of the Luthor Group, but they also know a lot. The entire Luthor Group is actually entirely under Lionel Luthor. in control.

From their understanding, if old Luthor died without a successor, then the group must be finished.

Soon, many people thought that now, the only legitimate heir of the Luthor Group was hanging from the roof, and as long as he pressed a button, he would be blown to death.

Once he is dead, the Luthor Group will completely lose the possibility of turning around. Not to mention that some people who are more familiar with Luthor can take the opportunity to divide up the corpse. The market vacated after the Luthor Group collapsed is enough to feed many people.

But many people are still a little hesitant, because they feel that Lex is not a threat. An autistic patient who is not very good at talking, so what can he do if he survives? Will he do business? Can he turn the tide when the leader of the Luthor Group dies suddenly?

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

Batman saw a few yellow dots 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 Luthor Group and some agricultural products on the east coast. And the contradiction between seed distributors, which is not unexpected.

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

I know that everyone is very curious about the cause of old Luthor's death. Unfortunately, I tell you that he was killed by Lex Luthor.

Little Luthor is actually not an autistic patient. He not only has normal intelligence and sanity, but even has unparalleled wisdom. He designed a complicated trap, killed his father, and dismembered him.

But at this time, Clark, who was suspended in the air, spoke, and said, That's not the case, Lex...

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

After the Joker gave a few examples of Lex's intelligence, and for a split second, the blue reflected on Batman's face turned yellow, and many people changed their minds and they pressed another button.

He actually hurt his father? He is really crazy. This murderer should die.

No, he's too smart. Once he leaves here alive, the Luthor Group may not necessarily disintegrate, and that will affect my business...

The shitty Luthor should die!

I have known for a long time, I have known for a long time, there are no good people in that family! Since the police will not come to arrest you, then you should die!

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

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

No! Clark yelled loudly, his face was full of pain, he kept panting, struggling with his last bit of strength, and shouted loudly:

That scumbag has been abusing him at home! He was beaten all over, and he was made to pretend to be autistic to control him, and Lex didn't do it on purpose, 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 barely speak, and even his breathing began to become weak.

In the final analysis, Lex is just a teenager. During the time he was under the control of Lionel, he did not have any opportunities to exercise and exercise. On the contrary, the drugs Luthor used on him did not affect him His body had a bad influence, 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, and he is almost on the verge of coma.

Look, Clark Kent! As I said, he's such a saint!

The Joker walked to the center of the room, pointed at Clark with his arm outstretched, 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!

All kinds of exaggerated words of praise spit out from the clown's mouth.

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

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

Clark looked up, watching Lex approaching the bomb a little bit, he shouted: NO!!!

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

At this moment, the clown spoke. He looked into Clark's eyes and said, You know what? Clark, you really did me a big favor.

Maybe you don't know how smart this guy named Lex Luthor is, but an equally annoying guy told me that he might 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 have spent trying to deal with him, but it has no effect!

He's different from you. He can't be tricked by pretending to be some mysterious agent and making a phone call.

You really made that call!! Clark said angrily. He was so angry that he felt like a clown being played around.

That's right, it's an extremely 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 Lionel's body, so that you would not trust Lex.

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 with a genius like Lex?

I called him, pretended to be various identities to persuade him, and thought of all kinds of reasons to confuse him, but it didn't work at all.

It's too difficult to deal with him, but it's too easy to deal with you, so I choose to let you who are so powerful and righteous deal with him.

Clark's chest began to heave non-stop, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his mouth trembled with violent anger.

It's okay, Clark, really... The clown said almost in a gentle voice, You are indeed upholding justice. He is a vicious murderer who killed his own father.

What? You say Lionel abused him? But look...

As he said that, the clown bent his hands into an arc and put them around his mouth like a trumpet, and he yelled loudly:

Little Luthor killed his father because Lionel Luthor was a domestic violence pervert! He beat little Luthor all over his body, abused him, controlled him, and kept hurting him!

Little Luthor is just taking revenge, and he just took advantage of today's opportunity to kill his father and dismember him under the guise of other people's hands!

The clown yelled very loudly. Although his broken voice sounded harsh, Clark knew very well that the guest rooms on several floors above could hear it.

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

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

The clown seemed to be talking to Clark, but Batman could feel it. His voice pointed directly to his heart through the screen in the monitoring room. Batman knew that the clown was talking to him, because he was the leader of this absurd scene. The only audience in the play.

No. Clark's deep voice came, and his tone revealed a calmness and firmness that even surprised Batman.

I want to sanction Lex because I feel that he killed someone, and I knocked him out to ensure that other people will not be hurt by him.

And in the end, he and I will be tied here, not because I want to uphold justice is wrong, but because I didn't conduct a more detailed investigation before doing this, and easily listened to the lies of a liar .”

This is my only mistake. It's me, not my heart that wants to uphold justice and justice. Clark said almost word by word.

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

If you didn't have some ridiculous comedy show, no one would be stuck here, no one would have a choice, no one would 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 words fell, he exerted strength in his waist and swung the rope vigorously, and the whole figure swung out directly, and because the rope was very long, after swinging twice, it hit the railing of the patio on the second floor.

During this process, Clark twisted his body so that his chest faced the railing. First, the railing rubbed against the rope binding the kryptonite, and then, with a clang, the kryptonite, which was not tied firmly, was directly squeezed. It went out, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell to the ground.

The place where Clark was hoisted was very high, so when the kryptonite fell to the ground, there was still a distance from him. Almost instantly, Clark regained some strength. His arm exerted strength, and immediately broke free from the rope, and then Flew into the air.

The clown looked up at him from below, gritted his teeth and said, What do you want to do?! Rescue the vile murderer Lex? Is this the justice you want to uphold?!

No. Clark denied this, his eyes were shining brightly in the light reflected by the blizzard, his deep voice echoed in the manor, like a divine voice from heaven:

If it was my mistake that caused all of this, if it was my mistake that gave you a reason to deny justice...

Then I'll make it up to myself.

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

His complexion was still a little pale, and the feeling of weakness and powerlessness hadn't passed, but he tried hard to concentrate, squeezed out the last strength in his body, and his eyes began to emit a dazzling light.

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

The heat rays shot out from his eyes circled the entire manor, and there was a deep ravine in all the plowed places. The whole manor was like a piece of cake cut by a knife, completely separated from the surrounding land up.

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

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

In other words, it was lifted up.