Extra: Fantasy Journey Eleven

As night falls, the lights are on.

Duang!

Luke threw the Country Chicken's burger into the trash with disgust on his face.

He knows that Americans are not good at making good food, and that the big chain fast food restaurants are so-so.

But the country chicken, the second best in the country, is just fine with fried chicken wings, and the rest of the food can basically be classified as the director's mantra-pig food.

It's rotten like this, and it's still not closed. Are all the people here pigs? He muttered silently in his heart.

Looking at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

It was delayed for so long because it was more troublesome for Louise to enter the forensic building.

Therefore, after communicating with Luke specifically, she will wait until the preliminary results of the verification come out, and then go downstairs to meet him.

Luke is not in a hurry for this time.

He came to keep an eye on Lois Lane to ensure her safety.

After all, this is a fierce girl who slept with Superman, and I don't know how many women would be mad with jealousy.

Taking advantage of this spare time, Luke also sent two prototypes to Smallville, Kansas, where Clark's adoptive mother Martha Kent lived.

Because with these hours of investigation, Luke found that Lex was related to the recent public opinion in the United States against the United States.

I didn't find it before, that's because there are too many people involved.

Now confirm the conclusion that "Lex has a problem", and then look for the connection with the Lex group from the previous intelligence, which is another matter.

Just like the vast majority of people don't know that Clark is a superman, but if he is identified in advance and investigates, it will be difficult for Clark to hide his identity.

When doing these things, Luke still had many stalks of "mom and girlfriend" in his mind in the previous life.

Like - Martha and Louis fell into the river at the same time, who will Clark save?

The answer should be "save them all", only children will be fooled into choosing one or the other.

Thinking about these irrational things,

Luke also sent away more than a dozen middle-aged and teenage women who had "accidentally slipped", "lost their way", and "ran out of mobile phone".

He was not impatient.

This kind of thing about Tiangu has nothing to do with the gender of the celestial being, only the appearance or money of the celestial being.

Peak Bell's appearance is not unusual for a genius, and it is also interesting to use it as an entertainment activity in the waiting space.

Especially for women with enough connotation, he doesn't mind chatting a few more words with the other party - just chatting, the other party will not be pregnant.

Of course, such women are rare.

For a few hours, there were only two people in total.

One of them is Kate McKenney, an intern who travels in and out of the White House.

Of course, the connotation of this young blond girl is not in the hairstyle and makeup like a Barbie doll, but some "interesting facts" in her workplace.

The other is an elderly aunt Meryl Adams in her late fifties.

Her "Adams" is the "Adams" that existed in American history.

Meryl also wanted to offer Luke a job, whether it meant "Auntie doesn't want to see you work hard alone", Luke didn't bother to think about it.

The two talked about some of the relevant reactions to today's Congressional bombing and left contact details for each other.

Primary pheromone manipulation is so unreasonable.

Luke didn't like to use it on call, but he liked its lingering effect.

Suddenly the phone rang, he connected and said a few words, then walked towards the door of the forensic building opposite.

Although the place to be is Country Chicken, the food here is just terrible.

Luke thinks it's better to pick up Louise quickly and change to a cafe with a less "pig food" flavor.

On the other side, Louis came down from the forensic laboratory and entered the underground parking lot.

While walking to her car, her hand was already feeling the keys in her bag.

Get into the car as fast as you can, and never look for the keys in front of the car. This is the valuable experience of living in the United States for many years, otherwise one day someone will put a gun barrel on the back of the ass.

She didn't notice that there was a strong man who followed her across a distance from the elevator.

Then there was a staff member in a yellow vest ahead, shining a flashlight on the wall, seemingly checking the pipeline.

One after the other two people gradually "sandwiched" her in the middle.

Louise glanced at the yellow-striped vest, and always felt that the side face of this man was inexplicably familiar.

The professional habits of a reporter made her take two more steps to see clearly.

As a result, the yellow striped vest just turned halfway, leaving the back of her head for her.

Louise frowned, but turned around and walked to her parking spot.

The man who followed behind quickened his pace and blocked in front of her.

Her heart tightened: "Sorry, what's the matter with you?" At the same time as she asked, the anti-wolf spray on the keychain in her hand was taken into her palm.

Man: "Ms Lane, I have some top secret information I want to talk to you about..."

Louise was taken aback: "Are you Bruce?"

The man was also stunned, but nodded immediately: "Yes, we can go out again..."

At this moment, a big hand stretched out from behind to cover her mouth, and the other hand tightly bound her arms around her sides.

Louise whimpered, and her eyes for help turned to "Bruce" in front of her.

As a result, the man pounced on her and took her to a van of a maintenance company more than ten meters away, together with the yellow striped vest that hugged her from behind.

The side door of the van has been opened, and there is a big man inside.

Louise instantly understood that this was a long-planned kidnapping.

Just as she was forced into the van by the two of them, a slightly indifferent male voice sounded beside them: "What are you playing? It looks very interesting."

The yellow vest holding her was quick to respond, and he reached out and pulled out a gun from his waist, pointing it to the place outside the passenger car door—that's where the male voice came from.

Puff puff! Zizizi!

With the sound of iron nails piercing the flesh three times in a row, the two men who held Louise and the big man in the car fell down in response, and their bodies were still twitching.

Louise, who was roughly thrown into the car, was still pouting. She basically didn't understand what was going on. There was a big man who twitched and collapsed in front of her, and foam had come out of her mouth.

She leaned back subconsciously.

Maybe it's poisoning or some kind of infectious disease! She has traveled to many places all over the world, and she has seen such a small probability event with her own eyes.

Louise's reaction was quick, but she used too much force, and she fell out of the car door on her back. The feeling of emptiness behind her made her panic, and she suddenly screamed.

At this time, a hand grabbed her shoulder and "swing" her back to the ground: "I'm sorry, Ms. Lane, I'm a little late."

Louise turned her head and saw Luke: "Who are you?"

Luke: "Bruce Bell just spoke to you on the phone."

Louise stepped back vigilantly before she was thrown into the van by another "Bruce" and nearly kidnapped.

Luke knew what she was thinking: "Ms. Lane, these are not my people, but Lex Luthor's men."