Chapter 446: Screaming Poem (Part 2)

"I can tell you responsibly that someone found the body of old Luther in the bathroom of the reception room. He was dead and dismembered."

"Poor little Luther lost his father, oh, and poor Luther Group also lost its leader."

When the Joker finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire manor condensed, everything became quiet, and only the wind and snow outside the window were left.

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

One of the elderly men, who was over fifty years old and had gray hair on his temples, put one hand on his waist and held the phone in the other hand, and said with full energy:

"The Luther Group is finished! I am sure that the entire Luther Group depends on Luther alone, but he deserves it. He has seized all the power while he is still alive, and his son is a fool. Now it's good!"

Many people have the same idea as him. They are also old foxes who have been ups and downs in the business world for a lifetime. They can't say that they know the Luther Group inside and out, but they know a lot. The entire Luther Group is actually completely under the control of Lionel Luther.

In their understanding, if the old Luther died and there was no successor, the group would definitely be finished.

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

Once he died, the Luthor Group would completely lose the possibility of turning over. Not to mention that some people who were familiar with Luthor could take the opportunity to divide up the body, the market vacated after the fall of the Luthor Group alone would be enough to feed many people.

But many people were still hesitant because they felt that Lex was not a threat. What would happen if an autistic person who still couldn't speak well survived? Could he do business? Could he turn the tide when the Luthor Group's controller suddenly died?

These insiders knew that it was difficult to do these things even if they were mentally normal.

Batman saw that a few yellow dots suddenly appeared in the blue. He looked carefully at the room flashing yellow. The people there looked like some dealers. Recalling the conflict between the Luthor Group and some agricultural products and seed dealers on the East Coast, this was not unexpected.

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

"I know that everyone is curious about the cause of death of old Luthor. Unfortunately, I have to tell you that he was killed by Lex Luthor."

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

At this time, Clark, who was hanging in the air, spoke up and said, "It's not like that. Lex..."

He even wanted to explain for Lex. His voice was loud enough and should be able to reach the guest rooms of the residents, but no one listened to him. …

After the Joker gave a few examples to illustrate Lex's wisdom, the blue reflected on Batman's face turned yellow in an instant. Many people changed their minds and pressed another button.

"He actually hurt his own father? He's crazy. This murderer should die."

"No, he's too smart. Once he leaves here alive, the Luther Group may not necessarily disintegrate, which will affect my business..."

"The damn Luther should die!"

"I knew it a long time ago, I knew it a long time ago, there are no good people in that family! Since the police don't come to arrest you, you might as well die!"

At this time, the Joker put the phone in his other hand to his ear, listened to what the other party was saying, and then shouted:

"Okay! Look! Most people changed their choice. They chose Lex Luthor! "

"No!" Clark shouted loudly, his face full of pain, gasping for breath, struggling with his last bit of strength, shouting:

"That scum has been domestic violence against him! He beat him all over and made him pretend to be autistic to control him. Moreover, Lex didn't mean it. He was also a victim..."

Clark tried his best to defend Lex. 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 a strong smell of blood came out. His head drooped, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he could hardly speak. Even his breathing began to become weak.

In the final analysis, Lex was just a teenager. During the time when he was controlled by Lionel, he had no chance to exercise and exercise. On the contrary, the drugs Luthor used on him had a bad effect on his body, 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 now, and he is almost on the verge of coma.

"Look, Clark Kent! I've said it before, he's such a saint!"

The Joker walked to the center of the room, pointed at Clark 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 was so willing to sacrifice himself to save others, like Jesus walking in the world!"

A variety of exaggerated compliments came out of the Joker's mouth again.

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

The rope hanging the two people and the mechanism on the beam were not automatic, that is, another person must pull the rope before the two people could be pulled up.

Clark looked up and watched Lex approaching the bomb little by little. He shouted loudly: "No!

!"

Suddenly, the speed of pulling the rope slowed down. Although Lex was still rising, the speed was much slower. It seemed that he was still a long way from the bomb. …

At this time, the clown spoke, looking into Clark's eyes and said: "You know what? Clark, you really helped me a lot."

"Maybe you don't know how smart this guy named Lex Luther is, but an equally annoying guy told me that he may 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 put in to deal with him, but it didn't work!"

"He is different from you. You can't be fooled by pretending to be a mysterious agent and making a phone call."

"That call was made by you!" Clark said angrily. He was so angry that he felt like a clown who was fooled around.

"Yes, it was a simple scam, but you still fell for it, Clark. I disguised myself as an agent and deliberately led you to the bathroom to find Onel's body, so that you would distrust Lex."

"No way..." The clown pouted and said with a sad expression: "I am just an ordinary comedian, a humble and unloved clown, how can I compare with a genius like Lex?"

"I called him, disguised myself as various identities to persuade him, and came up with various reasons to seduce him, but it was completely ineffective."

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

Clark's chest began to rise and fall constantly, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his mouth trembled because of the intense anger.

"It's okay, Clark, really..." The Joker said in a gentle voice: "You are indeed upholding justice. He is a hateful murderer who killed his own father."

"What? You said that Lionel abused him? But look..."

As he said this, the Joker bent his hands into an arc and put them to his mouth to make a trumpet shape. He shouted loudly:

"Little Luther killed his father because Lionel Luther was a pervert who was prone to domestic violence! He beat Little Luther all over his body, abused him, controlled him, and constantly hurt him!"

"Little Luther was just taking revenge. He just took advantage of today's opportunity and killed his father and dismembered him by the hands of others!"

The Joker shouted very loudly. Although his hoarse voice sounded a bit harsh, Clark knew very well that the guest rooms on the upper floors could hear it.

However, the voting results did not change. Lex was still rising slowly and began to get closer and closer to the bomb.

"Did you see that? No one cares about the truth you are looking for and the justice you want to uphold."

The Joker seemed to be talking to Clark, but Batman could feel that his voice went straight to his heart through the screen in the monitoring room. Batman knew that the Joker was talking to him because he was the only audience in this absurd drama.

"No." Clark's low voice came, and his tone revealed a calmness and determination that even Batman was surprised.

"I want to punish Lex because I think he killed someone, and I knocked him out to ensure that others would not be hurt by him."...

"And in the end, he and I were tied here, not because my desire to uphold justice was wrong, but because I did not conduct a more detailed investigation before doing this, and easily believed the lies of a liar."

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

"And if anyone must be blamed in this whole thing, it must be you, you damn lunatic."

"If you hadn't put on some ridiculous comedy show, no one would be trapped here, no one would have to make a choice, and no one would have died."

"But 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 he finished speaking, he exerted force on his waist and shook the rope vigorously, and the whole figure swung out directly. Because the rope was very long, it swung twice and then hit the railing of the second-floor patio.

Clark twisted his body in the process, letting his chest face the railing. First, the railing and the rope tied to the kryptonite rubbed against each other, and then, with a "clang", the kryptonite, which was not tied firmly, was squeezed out directly, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Clark was hung up very high, so when the kryptonite fell to the ground, it was still a distance from him. Almost instantly, Clark recovered some strength, and his arms exerted force, immediately broke free from the rope, and then flew into the air.

The Joker looked up at him from below, gritting his teeth and saying, "What do you want to do? Save Lex, the hateful murderer? Is this the justice you want to uphold?!"

"No." Clark denied this, his eyes sparkling in the light reflected by the blizzard, his low voice echoing in the manor, like the sound of God descending from heaven:

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

"Then I will personally make up for it."

As he said this, he turned in the air, then broke the window closest to him, and flew out of the window with a "whoosh" and came to the sky above the mayor's mansion.

His face was still a little pale, and the weakness and powerlessness had not passed, but he tried to concentrate and squeeze out the last bit of strength in his body, and his eyes began to emit a dazzling glow.

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

The heat rays from his eyes circled around the entire manor, leaving deep furrows in all the plowed areas. The entire manor was like a cake cut by a knife, completely separated from the surrounding land.

At this time, everyone felt that the floor beneath their feet was shaking violently. They dropped their phones and fell to the ground, but their eyes were always staring out the window.

The blizzard was getting bigger and bigger. In the midst of the flying snowflakes, they saw that the entire mayor's manor was flying up -

Or, it was lifted up.

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