Chapter 600: Killing an Eagle with a Borrowed Knife (Part 1)

Looking at the medal, Clark opened his eyes wide in shock, and he said: "This is the Soviet Union... Oh my God! They are Soviet spies!"

He wiped the medal with his fingers again, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and said: "Yes, I saw this logo on TV. My father told me that the country across the street... What is their name?"

"I remember that my father and mother had a fight because of this, because my father did not believe the propaganda of the US government and thought that the country across the street was not bad. My mother said that he was sensational..."

Clark seemed to be trapped in a kind of memory. Obviously, he often heard the name of that distant country during his growth process, and then. He looked down at the two people lying on the ground and said: "But why are they monitoring me? Don't they want to use me to destroy the United States?"

Bat Cat jumped onto the table opposite Clark and said: "You believe it so much, are they really spies of the country represented by the medal in your hand?"

"Well, what else?" Clark was stunned by his question.

"When you do bad things, will you write your name on your face?" Bat Cat asked helplessly.

"I haven't done anything bad." Clark shook his head and said seriously. Batcat covered his eyes with his paws again and said, "If they are really spies from a certain country, why do they carry an ID card when they are on a mission? Is it so that you know who they are when you defeat them?"

Clark finally reacted and said, "Yes, how could a spy carry an ID card with him? They should wish that no one else knew who they are, right?"

Clark is not stupid, he just hasn't experienced this kind of thing. After all, his life before was far less turbulent.

Before going to college, his daily routine was very regular. He worked from sunrise to sunset. In addition to doing farm work, he watched TV or sat and chatted with his family. He was a pure young man in a small town.

But since he was involved in the metropolitan mystery and experienced a series of weird and bizarre things in the mayor's manor, his peaceful life was broken. Now, it is impossible for Clark to return to his original peaceful and simple life, because he already knows that someone is eyeing him.

For his own safety, especially for the safety of his family, Clark had to fight. He tried to concentrate and think, looking at Batcat and said, "If they are not the KGB, who are they? Why are they wearing Soviet medals?"

At this time, Pikachu jumped off the sofa and jumped onto the table where Batcat was, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

He took out the detective's thinking and said, "Let's look at it from their perspective. In their previous surveillance of you, they learned that you may be just a very simple college student, even more simple than ordinary citizens in Metropolis."

Clark nodded and was not ashamed to admit it. He said, "When I first came to Metropolis, many people told me that I was a bumpkin from the countryside, but I think there is nothing to be ashamed of. My parents raised me with their own labor and money. Who is not like this? Am I not integrating well now?"

"Indeed, their information may be delayed, and they don't know that you may have changed now, especially that you brought today. The cat that came back can talk and reason. "Pikachu took out a pipe from somewhere and put it in his mouth, then continued:

"If you follow your original simple character, what will you think when you see this medal?"

"I am a little angry." Clark frowned, he raised his legs, moved away from the two people lying there, and said: "I don't care who they are, they can't just break into my house, it's illegal!"

"So what if I have special abilities, did I use it to commit a crime? I am obviously using these abilities to do good things, but they want to use me." Clark rarely shows such a serious expression. Obviously, he disagrees with the behavior of these people.

Superman is not a completely bad guy. In many cases, his willpower to stick to his principles is no less than Batman, and when his own field is offended, he will also be very angry.

"Yes, if you are still as naive and impulsive as before and have never experienced such a thing, maybe when you see this ID, you will go to the country represented by this medal out of anger. At the very least, you may find their base in Metropolis and ask them for an explanation."

Clark thought for a while and nodded slowly. He said, "If it weren't for you, I might really do this. After all, when I think of them as spies and now they have broken into my dormitory, I am likely to think that they will threaten my parents and will definitely deal with them."

"Yes, this is their purpose."

"For a small town youth who has just come to the city, this trick is enough. You are not Batman. You should think about something at least ten times before you act..."

"A hundred times." Batcat snorted coldly.

"So, these two people are likely to be opponents of the KGB, and the opponent of the KGB...isn't it the CIA?" Clark frowned, scratched his head, and said, "Is the CIA so despicable? Knowing that I have superpowers, they framed the other party and wanted me to use my superpowers to deal with them?"

"All intelligence agencies in this world are equally despicable. You can't do this job openly." Bat Cat shook his head and said.

"It seems that I have no way. I can't deal with my country's intelligence department on my own land, right? My parents still live here." Clark said a little aggrieved.

"Don't worry, let's take a look at these two people first and see if we can find any evidence from them. If he really left some evidence, it will allow you to take the initiative."

Bat Cat jumped off the table and circled around the two people. First, he checked their pockets, and then asked Clark to turn them over and check their eyes and mouths.

These two people are really more cunning than their faces. In this case, the medal looks even more suspicious. Clark sighed and said, "I will take them out first and find a hidden place to put them down. Otherwise, if the classmates come back and see them, I will be in big trouble."

Clark looked up at the watch, exclaimed, and said, "Right now! I have to hurry, they are about to finish class!"

After Clark threw the two people into the corner of an alley and flew back, he saw through the window what Pikachu and Batcat were talking about. He didn't think too much and flew in directly through the window.

"Hey! We just discussed a solution." Pikachu waved to Clark and said, "You are alone and weak, and you don't have any connections, but you can definitely ask friends for help."

"Ask friends for help? Who can help me? The other side is the CIA, who can deal with them?"

Pikachu jumped onto Clark's shoulder with a "whoosh". Clark turned his head to look at him. Pikachu said, "Have you forgotten? You are going to send me to a guy named Luther. I don't want to stay with this annoying cat anymore. Let's go find him."

"The Luther family is the local snake in the metropolis, and it is one of the best groups in the world. If they want to contact the CIA and warn them, it must be much easier than you."

Clark thought about it, and it was indeed the case. Although he was a small town youth, Lex was the only person in charge of the Luther family. Last time, they met in the mayor's manor. Clark, I feel that he and Lex have a good relationship.

Even if he owed Lex a favor, he must make sure that his parents would not be targeted by the intelligence agency. Clark thought so, and knocked on the door of Luther Manor with the pet box containing Pikachu.

In Luther Manor, Lex was wearing a cervical spine corrector. At this time, the butler was adjusting the position of the instrument for him. It was obvious that there was a large bruise on his chin. Needless to say, it was clear what weapon caused it.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lex was stunned for a moment. He waved to the butler and said, "If it's my father's old friends, just say I'm injured and recovering. We can talk about business later."

The butler nodded and left. After a while, he came back and said to Lex, "It's a man who calls himself Clark Kent. He's holding a pet box in his hand. Judging from his dress, he seems to be a college student."

Lex opened his eyes, rolled his eyes, and then said to the butler, "Let him in."

After Clark came in, he kept looking at the luxurious decoration inside Luthor Manor. Lex stood in the middle of the hall, folded his arms and said, "How is it? You haven't seen such a house in the countryside, right?"

"I haven't seen it. My cabin can't compare with this one." Clark raised his head and walked forward, almost bumping into the table. He shook his legs in a bit of embarrassment, and then kept praising.

Lex was full of sarcasm, but he just held it back, because he could feel that Clark was not being sarcastic, but was sincerely praising him. As the saying goes, you should not hit a smiling person. If he laughed at Clark's ignorance at this time, he would seem a little childish.

So he curled his lips and said nothing, then turned to the housekeeper and said, "Go prepare dinner."

"Oh, do you want to keep me for dinner? That's perfect. I didn't eat anything except a hot dog in the morning. I've been busy until now, and I'm still hungry." Clark reached out and touched his stomach.

Lex was about to say "If you have something to say, just say it quickly, don't disturb me while I'm eating", but Clark stopped him from saying anything. Now he said he wouldn't keep Clark for dinner, which seemed a little stingy.

Three minutes after meeting, Lex had already held back two breaths by Clark. The good news was that he felt his jaw didn't hurt anymore, but the bad news was that he felt his heart hurt.

Clark exhaled, turned back, and said as he walked into the house: "What do you want? Want to show off that you caught another plane today?"

"Huh? How do you know... No, I'm not here to tell you about this, I'm here to give you this." Clark caught up with Lex, stopped him, and put the pet box in front of him.

As soon as the door of the pet box opened, a yellow mouse came out. Lex was startled, and then he heard the yellow mouse say: "Hey, little Luther, I'm your teacher, Schiller's pet. His manor was bombed, so he wants to foster me here with you."

Lex stared at Clark with wide eyes. Clark spread his hands and shrugged, meaning "That's it."

"You are Professor Schiller's pet?" Lex squinted at Pikachu, and then said: "But that's right, who else in the world has a talking mouse?"

"He can't just talk." Clark shook his head and said: "He can also discharge electricity."

"Can discharge electricity? Really? Let's see." Lex stared at Pikachu with interest.

At this moment, Clark stretched out a hand, held down Pikachu who was trying hard, and then said to Lex: "No, you'd better not let him try here..."

"Why?"

"Didn't you hear what he said just now? Professor Schiller's manor exploded."

"So what?"

"Guess, how did the manor explode?"

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