Chapter 439: Cold Wind Prologue (Part 1)

In the corridor of the manor, Lex was walking alone in the darkness, holding a toolbox in his hand, which he had just found in the warehouse downstairs. He knew that he could not leave Lionel's body in the bathroom, and he had to get rid of the body.

Going up the stairs, and then walking through a short corridor, ignoring the occasional gunshots and screams of the crowd downstairs, he walked all the way to the original reception room. Now, there were only charred walls and scattered glass.

Lex frowned, he still had a question to answer. Since Clark was born with extraordinary abilities, why did he look so weak when he first appeared?

While thinking about this question, he walked into the bathroom. Before, Lionel's body was dragged in by him, and now it was leaning against the toilet. This old man who once dominated the business world and had been ups and downs in the business world for half his life, after his death, was no different from others.

Lex squatted down, looked at Lionel's face, and felt the pain in his wound. He lifted the clothes on his back, and just when his fingers touched the muscles of his lower back, he felt a faint pain.

Lionel had been beating Lex. Whenever his business was not going well, or someone provoked him, he would pick up something nearby and beat Lex. Until today, when Lionel faced Schiller again, he was still angry and left some scars on Lex's back.

Lex whispered to himself: "You know? The most difficult thing is not to pretend to be stupid, but to make a painful expression when you do it..."

"Actually, I don't feel any pain. That magical liquid seems to reduce my pain and improve my self-healing ability."

While talking to himself, Lex picked up a saw from the toolbox and began to deal with Lionel's body.

Just as he removed one of his arms, the telephone in the reception room suddenly rang. Lex frowned and looked outside the bathroom door.

He dropped the saw, stood up, and went to the reception room without paying attention to the blood on his trouser legs. He found that the wall-mounted telephone on the wall was not affected and was ringing sharply.

He reached out, picked up the phone and put it to his ear. He heard a faint snicker from the other end. A strange voice appeared on the other end of the phone. He heard the other party say:

"Hello, Lex, "Luther, I'm a comedian. Have you ever seen a comedy?"

"Who are you? Why do you know I'm here?"

"That's not important, Lex, don't worry about these trivial issues. This is what I am. I am a clown who just moved from Gotham. In order to make my comedy show famous, I set the location of my first tour here. Do you want to buy a ticket?"

"No." "Lex denied it and was about to hang up the phone, but just as he was about to do so, he heard the other end of the phone say:

"It seems that you want to participate in the performance. It happens that a great comedy always needs a few supporting roles."

"Also, do you know where I am now? Lower your head, look down, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! "

Lex instinctively glanced at the floor with his eyes, and followed his sight, through the layers of floors and ceilings, all the way down, and then down, until he came to the basement of the mayor's mansion.

This is a monitoring room that has nothing to do with the style of an old manor. Many advanced electronic devices flash cold lights, and along the reflection of the light on the floor, they move forward. The closed airlock door opens, and what appears in front of him is a densely packed screen occupying three full walls.

In the room surrounded by screens, there is a chair. The chair turns around, and a man in a dark long suit and clown makeup on his face is showing a crazy smile.

He put one leg on the other leg, holding the phone in his hand, and said to the other side: "To be honest, it's much cooler here than on the ground. I will calmly prepare for the next performance here. When I need you to go on stage, I will call you again. "

A series of crazy laughter came from the phone. Lex took the phone in front of him and frowned deeply.

Has someone already gone to the basement of the manor in advance? Lex thought with some doubts, this is not right. Where did this person who claims to be a comedian get this information? How did he find the entrance? How did he get in without a key?

After thinking for a while, he put the phone to his ear again and dialed a number. After the other party answered, he said: "Hello? Bruce?"

Bruce's voice was a little breathless, sounding like he had just exercised, and his voice was very low, as if he was avoiding someone's search. He said: "What's the matter?"

"Do you remember any comedians on the list of people participating in the banquet?"

Bruce also frowned. He had a bad premonition. Then he heard Lex say: "I just received a call. A comedian who claims to be a clown seems to have entered the basement of the manor in advance. I suspect that there may be some kind of monitoring equipment there that can see our situation. "

"He may have found the door to the underground and entered. If you still want the treasure, you'd better hurry up."

Bruce's mind is no longer on the treasure. He turned his head and looked outside the door. The agent had not caught up yet. He said quickly: "Are you sure he calls himself the Joker?"

"Yes, he said he would hold a comedy show here. When he spoke, he kept snickering, like a mental patient who couldn't control himself. Before hanging up the phone, he laughed wildly. The sharp laughter hurt my eardrums..."

"Listen..." Bruce's tone suddenly sank. He said: "Although I don't know why he appeared here, I must remind you that he is the most dangerous lunatic in the world."

"If he calls you again, don't listen to his instigation, don't think about his logic, and don't ask him why..."

Lex's face gradually became serious. Although he and Bruce had known each other for a short time, he also admitted that the person on the other side had the same wisdom as him.

He also knew that Bruce, who looked like a playboy, was actually a serious person who didn't smile easily. When he said something in a serious tone, it meant that the severity of the matter might exceed anyone's expectations.

"It sounds like you know him, but don't tell me he's a lunatic in Gotham."

"No..."

When Bruce denied this, Lex felt relieved. In the two years when he was conscious, he had heard other people talk about Gotham. They said that it was a city of lunatics, and every criminal from there would be the most deadly killer in other cities.

But soon, Bruce's cold voice came:

"Compared to him, no one else in Gotham can be considered a lunatic."

This sentence was colder than the blizzard that was still going on outside the window. When the biting cold wind hit the glass, it was like a classical symphony. This sound echoed in the corridor, with a strange and thrilling atmosphere.

Clark walked back to his room quickly. He didn't feel cold, but just a little angry. The group of agents said nothing, asked nothing, and just kept shooting at him. He had never seen such people before.

He took a deep breath, walked to the bed, picked up the pillow, and threw it on the bed, making a snorting sound from his nose. Just like all the young people in small towns on the East Coast, when Clark was angry, he just wanted to leave home and stay in the barn, or go to the wheat field.

He stood up again and walked to the window. The sunlight reflected by the snow was shining on the high-power light bulb, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. Obviously, there was no barn or wheat field here, and there was no parent who would go to the barn or wheat field to find him.

Clark began to miss home again.

During the time he came to the metropolis to study in college, he encountered many problems that young people in small towns would encounter. He didn't know many things and was not familiar with many rules. He was also ridiculed for this.

This new world outside was not as exciting as he imagined, or rather, besides being exciting, the price he had to pay was much greater than he imagined.

He couldn't wait to go home and talk to his parents about these troubles, but he was drawn into another vortex that he was completely unfamiliar with and didn't know how to get out of it.

Clark's mind was in a mess. He stood by the window for a while, then turned and left. He wanted to go upstairs to talk to the professor. He thought this might make him feel better, but when he thought of what Schiller said before, that he didn't even sleep for two hours that night, Clark felt that it was too rude to disturb him like this.

But he was eager to find someone to talk to, so he thought, it would be good to find Lex, maybe he could continue to talk to him about the topic that he hadn't finished before.

But at this moment, with a "bang", the door was knocked open, and several agents rushed in, pointing their guns at Clark. Clark instinctively took two steps back. He found that these agents were the ones who had fought with him before.

"What are you going to do?! You..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several pistols fired at the same time, and bullets poured towards Clark. The expression on Clark's face became more angry.

He waved his hand, and all the bullets hovered in the air. Then, the afterimages that were too fast to see passed through the suspended bullets at a high speed. With a "bang", the gun in the hand of the first agent was shot out.

"Bang! Oh——"

With a loud bang, followed by a scream, the leading agent was thrown onto the bed by Clark.

The agent standing at the door raised his gun again and wanted to shoot. Clark grabbed a desk lamp and threw it over, knocking him to the ground directly. The last agent was knocked down by his elbow.

Clark took a few breaths, not because he was tired, but because he was angry. He didn't understand why these people targeted him like this.

From the beginning, his purpose was to put out the fire, and he successfully put out the fire. In the process, he didn't offend anyone, but these people shot him when they saw him.

Just thinking of this, Clark's mind moved. He turned around and stretched out his arm to block the agent who attacked again. Before, the agent who was thrown on the bed by him did not faint, but waited for an opportunity to attack.

Clark was really a little angry. He was about to punch, but suddenly, a feeling of dizziness came up, making him dazed for a moment, and then, it was a spreading weakness. Clark covered his chest and coughed twice, and then fell down weakly.

He felt as if something was interfering with him, making the range of his biological stance extremely small, and his strength was also weakened. More importantly, he lost this feeling of fullness of power, which made him very uncomfortable and unable to adjust his body for a while.

The agent was stunned when he saw Clark suddenly fall down, but soon, he reacted. He turned around and walked to the other side of the room, trying to pick up the pistol that Clark had shot out. Clark tried to stand up and stop him, but his body was not obedient.

When the agent came over with a gun, Clark could only cough dryly on the spot. But at this moment, a figure passed by him. With a few "bangs", he saw that the agent's gun was shot out again when his fists overlapped.

In his blurred vision, Clark saw that the figure squatted down to check on his condition, and then he saw Bruce's face.

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