Chapter 439: Cold Wind Prelude (Part 1)

In the corridor of the manor, Lex was walking through the darkness alone. He was holding a toolbox in his hand, which he had just rummaged out from the warehouse downstairs. He knew that Onel's body could not be left alone. Left in the bathroom, he had to dispose of the body.

He went up the stairs and then walked through a short corridor, ignoring the occasional gunfire and the screams of the crowd downstairs. He walked all the way to the original reception room. Now, only the charred walls and Scattered glass.

Lex frowned. He still had an unanswered question. Since Clark was born with abilities beyond ordinary people, why did he appear so weak when he first appeared?

While thinking about this problem, he walked into the bathroom. He had dragged Onel's body in before, and now it was leaning against the toilet. This man who once dominated the business world had been ups and downs in the business world for half his life. After death, the old man is no different from other people.

Lex squatted down and looked at Lionel's face. He felt the pain on his body. He lifted up the clothes behind his back. As soon as his fingers touched the muscles of his lower back, there was a faint pain. pain.

Lionel has been beating Lex all the time. Whenever his business is not going well or someone messes with him, he will pick up something nearby and beat Lex violently. To this day, Lai Onel faced Schiller again, and after still being angry, he still left some scars on Lex's back.

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

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

Lex muttered to himself as he picked up the saw from the tool box and began to dispose of Lionel's body.

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

He threw down the saw, stood up, and ignored the blood on his trouser legs. When he came to the reception room, he found that the phone on the wall had not been affected and was making sharp ringing sounds.

He reached out, picked up the phone and put it to his ear. He heard a faint chuckle from the other side, and 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 watched a comedy? "

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

"That's not important, Lex, don't worry about these minutiae issues, here's the thing, I'm a clown who just moved from Gotham. In order to make my comedy show famous, I put on my first tour The location is set here, do you want to buy a ticket?”

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

"It seems that you want to participate in the show. It just so happens that a great comedy always needs a few supporting actors."

"Besides, do you know where I am now? Lower your head and look down, hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Lex instinctively glanced at the floor with his eyes, and followed his gaze through the layers of floors and ceilings, all the way down, and then down again, until he reached the underground of the mayor's mansion.

This is a monitoring room that has nothing to do with the style of an old-fashioned manor. The cold light of many advanced electronic equipment flashes forward along the reflection of the light on the floor. The airtight airlock door opens, and what appears in front of you is a room that occupies the entire three sides. Walls, densely packed screens.

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

He crossed one leg over the other, holding the phone in his hand, and said to the other side: "To be honest, it is much cooler here than on the ground. I will quietly prepare for the next performance here. When I need I'll call you again when you play."

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

Someone has already gone underground in the manor in advance? Lex thought with some confusion, this is wrong. Where did this self-proclaimed comedian get this information? How did you find the entrance? How do you get in without a key?

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

Bruce's voice was a little breathy, as if he had just exercised, and his voice was kept 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 attending the party?"

Bruce also frowned. He had a bad premonition. Then, he heard Lex say: "I just received a call. There was a comedian who claimed to be the clown. It seemed that he had entered the underground 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 it. You'd better move quickly if you still want the treasure."

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

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

"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 deception, don't think about his logic, and don't ask him why..."

Lex's face gradually became serious. Although he and Bruce had only 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 sober, 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 again, 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——"

There was a loud noise, followed by a scream, and 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 this group of 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 this group of people shot him when they saw him.

Just thinking of this, Clark's mind moved, he turned around, stretched out his arm, and blocked 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 weakened. More importantly, he was very uncomfortable without the feeling of fullness of power, and was 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 out of control.

Just as the agent came over with a gun, Clark could only cough dryly in place, but at this time, a figure passed by him, and with a few "bangs", he saw that the agent's gun was shot out again between the overlapping fists.

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