Chapter 2622: Whistling Down (80)

Chapter 2596 Xiao Xiao Down (Eighty)

Brock came quickly and understood what happened in just a moment. He said, "Your apprentice was found in an alley near the police station. She is not dead, but she was injured. The other party got some of her blood, probably to imitate her."

"The imitation was very unsuccessful." Gordon said, "She can't tell left from right, and there are obvious abnormalities in her eyeballs."

"But fortunately, they finally knew to change their thinking." Brock shrugged and said, "It's much easier to imitate others to get in."

He looked down at the bodies in the car and said, "What are you going to do? Find a place to throw it away?"

"Remember the body of Clay at the beginning? The forensic doctor found metal parts in his body. Even if we want to throw them away, we have to get these things out first."

"Then we must cut it open, at least the craniotomy is indispensable." Brock took a puff of cigarette and said, "I know you can't do this, leave it to me, I helped a few old friends solve the life problems after they were released from prison, they should be willing to help. "

Gordon said nothing with a sullen face, and it was obvious that his good mood in the morning was ruined. He waved his hand and said, "I'll go see Winnie first. This ghost thing scared me. She must be scared. By the way, where are you going to throw this thing?"

"Don't worry about it. They always have a place to go."

"But it's best not to delay Schiller's housewarming party. He doesn't like people to be late. "

Brock made a gesture to him, telling him to rest assured.

Gordon came to Schiller's house with the main group. When he saw Schiller surrounded by the crowd, he went up to say hello and left, planning to go to the woods next to him to smoke a cigarette and relax.

During this period of time, there have been many troubles in the police station, mainly from the pressure from the superiors and this group of clones who have been making trouble.

At first, they were stuffed in for no reason, but the guys he brought out knew who was their own people. The people stuffed in could not get in touch with important work at all. Although they did not give them any opportunities to take advantage of, it was also tiring to guard against thieves every day.

Unexpectedly, these idiots came to their senses and found that they could not integrate into this group, so they began to think of ways to replace Gordon's own people.

Fortunately, they started by targeting Gordon's capable people. If they replaced a small police officer at the beginning, Gordon might not be able to detect it.

Thinking of this, Gordon was a little scared. If they really succeeded, he didn't know how big a mess it would cause.

Gordon walked along the river bank, but soon heard movement in the woods behind him. He turned around and Bullock rushed over from behind the tree, made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and lowered his voice and said: "Schiller is not around here, right?"

"He's over there dealing with guests."

"That's easy, Jim, take them there. "

Gordon watched with his own eyes as several young men rushed out of the woods behind him, carrying boxes one after another and running towards the lake. When he smelled the blood, Gordon knew what was in the box.

Brock took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, everything is tied up. Jim and his men used to do dirty work for the gangs, so they will leave no traces."

"Are you crazy? Are you going to dump the body in front of Schiller? !"

"I bet he won't care." Brock said, "Even if you go back with a bloody smell on your body, he won't care what you did. He is too busy with the banquet. "

Gordon was about to open his mouth to refute, but he thought about it and thought that in Schiller's eyes, this pile of body fragments was not as important as a bracket on his oven.

But Schiller's discovery was one thing, and the body that looked like his subordinates was discovered by so many people was another matter.

Gordon had already clenched the gun. If the Joker mentioned the word corpse again, he would shoot him and call an ambulance.

The forest in the morning mist faded its brilliant colors, and the red, orange, yellow and green were all covered with a foggy filter. There was only a little red, which was frightening, but it only flashed in Clark's eyes for a moment and disappeared.

Lex looked back and saw the worry in Clark's eyes.

Blood, blood all over the ground.

Lex stood in front of a pool of blood, holding the phone and said indifferently: "My helicopter pilot is dead, I'm afraid I have to ask you to take me there today. "

In less than two minutes, Clark and Diana appeared on the helipad on the roof of the Luther Building with large bags and small rolls.

Then they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Lex held a knife in his hand, and the man in the helicopter pilot's clothes fell to the ground. Judging from the amount of bleeding, he must be dead.

"What's going on? Lex?"

There was no anger in Clark's tone, only shock and concern. He knew that his friend was not a lunatic, and more importantly, he would not let any irrational behavior delay his big things.

Today they are all going to Schiller's housewarming party. Even if Lex has a huge grudge against this person, it is impossible to take revenge now.

"Someone disguised himself as my helicopter pilot, but I found him, so I killed him."

"Who?" Diana asked with a frown.

"Who else could it be?"

Clark immediately stepped forward, he reached out and lifted the back of the helicopter pilot's clothes, and sure enough, he found the tattoo of the confession cartel on his waist.

"Why is he still unwilling to let us go? ! ! "Clark roared, "They almost killed Lois! !"

Lex looked at Diana, who put down the things on her hands, sighed and said, "Yesterday morning when we were preparing camping equipment, someone attacked Lois, and Clark had to expose his ability. Fortunately, he didn't Something big happened."

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"Also someone who confesses to the cartel?"

"We were busy saving Louis and let him run away, but Clark used his clairvoyance to see the tattoo on the other person, who was from the drug trafficking organization."

Lex's face darkened, and he said: "I know there will be many obstacles on this road, but a drug trafficking organization dares to make trouble on my head..."

Clark straightened up, looked at Lex with worried eyes and said, "Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"

"I thought you were going to say I killed innocent people indiscriminately."

"They are not innocent by any stretch of the imagination."

"But he didn't do anything to me." Lex looked down at the body and said, "I wasn't sure he was a drug dealer when I killed him."

"But fortunately you are smart enough, otherwise if he crashes into something with his helicopter, you will definitely die without a burial place."

"You have really changed a lot, Clark." Lex said with some sigh.

"My gentleness is reserved for my friends, and my cruelty is reserved for my enemies." Clark's blue eyes seemed to be shining as he said, "How gentle I am depends on how good my friends are, and vice versa."

Lex was choked again. He turned his head away from Clark and could only curse a few words in his mind. Clark never knew how to turn around when talking.

"What should we do now?" Diana looked at the corpse and said with a headache: "The party is about to start, and we are already late."

"Leave the body to me. Just stay out of the way and fly to the destination with me and the things later. Don't worry about the rest."

"Are you going to cut it open?" Clark asked.

"Don't ask questions knowingly." Lex pushed him with some disgust and said, "You go to the back of the helicopter first. The next scene is not suitable for children."

But the red light in Clark's eyes lit up, and several lasers shot out, and the body was divided into several parts in an instant.

Lex was stunned. He looked at Clark showing a hint of fear, but suddenly he remembered who he was doing this for, and felt ashamed of his emotion just now.

Clark didn't care about Lex's complicated mood there alone. He said, "I should be able to burn it directly to ashes, but I always feel that I should leave some evidence. Can I take away the tattoo? Maybe Oliver will use it." Get on."

"I didn't expect you to be so... pragmatic." Lex said in a complicated tone.

"Pragmatists are all because they don't have time to daydream." Clark's natural wisdom in life was fully reflected at this time. He said: "If others have touched your home with a knife, they may even point it at your throat. When a knife comes, do you still want to discuss the cultural customs of respecting corpses with them? "

"That's the best thing you can think of." Lex could only say sourly, and at the same time he began to hate himself for missing the trip to Mexico. It must be a great event for an alien to have such a change. A legendary journey.

But at the same time, Lex felt the comfort of being understood. If Lex had to be defined in one word, it would be a red pragmatist.

To put it simply, his goal is not to achieve ultimate communism, or even socialism. Due to his natural mental defects, he is unable to have real sympathy for the people at the bottom.

All the things he did to promote communism or liberate the people, and all the spirit related to red ideas he upheld were just his weapons. He wanted to use this weapon to solve problems, not to realize any great dreams.

He knew that he and Oliver would not get along, because Oliver is an idealist. He believes that as long as the belief is firm enough, man can conquer nature, and as long as the theory is mature enough, he can always infect enough people. Lex hates these sutra-reading sects.

His cooperation with Oliver and his support for Oliver were only out of pragmatism. He believed that the situation in Mexico was conducive to the development of his metropolis, so he did so.

He was not surprised that Oliver was expelled from the Revolutionary Army Center. He had even expected it. Oliver's behavior was not mature enough and it was reasonable for him to fall into trouble.

It's not that you can't have ideals, but it's just that Oliver talked about ideals too early, and with the joint efforts of all parties, he never developed any political skills. No qualified leader can be like him.

Lex originally thought that Clark would become a dreamer like him sooner or later if he hung out with Oliver every day.

Unexpectedly, the alien gave him another surprise. Lex even began to wonder why Clark could always unswervingly choose the right path in crises that may go astray again and again, even better than any of them. just.

After much deliberation, Lex couldn't find anything that was too different between Clark and them. If anything, it was probably his happy family.

This is something that I can't even envy. The thought of being a fatherly and filial son with Lionel gave Lex goosebumps all over his body.

Lex helped Clark peel off the part of the skin with the tattoo. Clark wrapped it and put it under the box. Then he offered to help Lex burn the remaining part to ashes, but Lex refused.

"Then what are you going to do?" Clark asked.

"I guess Professor Schiller will arrange a fishing trip, but I'm not good at lure fishing. As long as no one sees, it should be fine for me to throw some bait." Lex looked down at the body and said, "You cut it too roughly, let me do it."