Chapter 437: Mystery in the Metropolis (Twenty-Three)

When Selina ran up the stairs, she didn't expect that there would be anyone at the staircase. Seeing Clark's shadow on the stairs, she instinctively dodged to the left, then rolled over and ran past Clark.

It happened too suddenly, and Selina moved too fast. The agent chasing behind saw Clark blocking the stairs and thought he was Selina's accomplice, so he shot at Clark without thinking.

Of course, the bullets didn't cause any harm to Clark, and his biological position made him invulnerable, but Clark was a little angry. Although he was kind, he also had a temper. The group of people who rushed towards him shot him with real bullets without saying a word. If it were an ordinary person, wouldn't he be dead? How could they be so irresponsible?

He didn't know that these agents were furious with the slippery Catwoman. Catwoman was not good at frontal attacks, but she was the best at sneak attacks, blocking positions, and kite flying. She took advantage of the dim light in the corridor and sneaked and knocked out several agents, which made other agents very angry. Even their boss Benjamin didn't look for him and chased Catwoman all the way from downstairs to here.

"Stop!" Clark shouted loudly, "There are ordinary people here, how can you shoot casually?!"

The agents really paused for a moment, because they had never seen someone like Clark. When they were on a mission, ordinary people either ran away screaming or squatted on the side with their hands on their heads. It was the first time they had seen someone who dared to block their pursuit path directly.

"We are on a mission, get out of the way!"

"But you just shot me! Do you have permission? Who allowed you to attack civilians!" Clark asked loudly, and the agents were even more confused. They didn't understand where this young man came from, and he dared to confront the FBI?

They didn't know that Clark was a small town youth. So far, the farthest place he had been to was a seed factory in southern Delaware. He had never seen the police in the metropolis. It was impossible to expect him to know the agents.

The leader held the pistol in both hands, took two steps forward cautiously, and stared at Clark's face. Clark said to them: "Stop! Don't go any further! No matter what you are doing, I can't let you break into the place where ordinary people stay!"

The leading agent looked back at the person behind him, and then said: "Execute the mission, subdue him first!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the pistol firing rang out, and Clark's face sank. When his face became serious, he had a kind of momentum of majesty without anger.

Instantly, the biological stand was deployed, all the bullets stopped in mid-air, and then fell like raindrops.

The agents widened their eyes, but soon, they reacted, and one of the three-man team rushed towards Clark. When Clark was about to subdue them, the two agents behind him quickly ran past him and continued to chase Selina.

When they came to the corridor of this floor, the agents found that there was no trace of Selina in the corridor, and they could only check one room at a time.

Pushing open the first door on the corridor, inside was Lex sitting at the table. One of the agents walked up to him and was about to ask him a question when another agent stopped him. He whispered to his colleague, "This is old Luther's son. He seems to have autism. It's no use asking him."

Looking at Lex's somewhat dull expression, the agent shook his head and waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to search the room, but another agent stopped him again and said, "We can't search the Luther family's room. If Lionel Luther comes back later, we will be in trouble!"

As he said that, he said to the others Said: "Just a quick check, leave quickly."

Several agents looked hesitant, obviously knowing that old Luther was not easy to mess with. They quickly flipped through the things in the room and then left. After the agents left, Selina came out of the bathroom and said: "Thank you."

At this time, Clark, who had just escaped from the entanglement of the agents, came back. Seeing Selina, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What's going on, you should be Bruce's girlfriend, right? Why are you being chased by those people?"

"It's hard to explain to you." Selina didn't want to waste time, and was about to leave, but at this moment, gunshots were heard downstairs again.

Selina frowned. She listened carefully and found that the gunshot should come from the direction of the room where Bruce and Benjamin were staying. She ran out immediately, and Clark chased after him. Selina asked while running: "Why are you following me?!"

"Are those agents shooting again? How could they do this? I have to protect the ordinary people here!"

Selina opened her mouth. She didn't know if it was a good idea to take Clark to Bruce, but at this moment, Clark rushed out at a speed that Selina couldn't catch with her naked eyes, leaving her no chance to stop him.

Bruce, who was dealing with the agents, really didn't expect that Clark would be the first to arrive.

Originally, Bruce had finished asking Benjamin questions. He led the agents here just to let them rescue Benjamin. After all, Benjamin was hit twice. If he was frozen all night without anyone noticing, his life might be in danger. Bruce didn't want his life.

But with Clark's involvement, the situation became very difficult to control. Originally, Bruce could use the advanced equipment he had retrieved before to quickly get rid of the agents, but now Clark was determined to punish these agents who shot at random.

Clark's tactics mainly rely on great strength to create miracles. Facing such a strong enemy, the agents fired bullets as if they were free. Clark could use biological stance to be immune to bullet attacks, but Bruce couldn't. The narrow corridor was filled with stray bullets from all directions. Bruce couldn't run away for a while and was forced to join the chaos.

When Selina came down the stairs, she was dazzled by the fire of the gunfire. She didn't understand why the original strategy of avoiding the agents turned into a chaotic battle with the agents. However, seeing Bruce avoiding stray bullets, Selina had no choice but to join the battlefield.

There were not only these people and agents in the manor, but also many party participants who were driven back to the guest rooms. The scale of the gunfire was large this time, and many agents did not have silencers on their guns, which made the gunfire spread farther. Many people were confused and opened the door to check the situation.

Originally, there were agents guarding outside, so they couldn't walk around, but now, the agents in the corridor were gone, so the crowd came out, and the noise was endless when there were more people.

At first, it was still discussion and speculation, but being locked up in this ghost place for a night and still unable to leave until now, people were very angry and quarreled after a while.

Although most of the guests invited to this banquet were upper-class people, there is one rule that remains unchanged in quarrels, that is, whoever speaks louder seems to be more reasonable.

On this side of the corridor, the celebrities attending the banquet were arguing loudly.

"They locked us up in this damn place! Now they are playing a gunfight again, do they want us to die from stray bullets too?"

"Damn, what kind of place is this? Are we here for a banquet or a war?"

"Those bastard agents won't let us out! They don't guarantee our safety, I must complain to them!"

"Don't brag, old Damon! You can't even touch the threshold of the FBI, go home and eat your farmer's lunch!"

"Shit, can you stop arguing?! Who can find a gun? We have to protect ourselves..."

On the other side of the corridor, Clark, Bruce and Selina were fighting with the group of agents in full swing.

The tactic of "great strength to achieve miracles" is very suitable for Clark, because he is so strong and immune to long-range attacks from bullets. In such a narrow corridor, he is like a no-man's land.

Bruce is not to be outdone. He has practiced the human king of movement in Schiller's dream, dodging bullets and fighting at the same time. Selina is also assisting on the flank. The three of them fought back and forth with a group of agents.

It is better to say that it is a miracle that this group of agents can fight back and forth with the three of them.

In fact, the main reason is that Clark just wants to subdue them and does not want to hurt anyone, so he has to control his strength. Bruce can only perform at an average level in encounters, and Selina is not good at frontal combat.

During this period of time, the sound of gunfire was as endless as setting off firecrackers, and the high and low sounds of the quarrel on the other side were like a symphony in the manor.

So, what is Schiller doing at this time?

That's right, Schiller, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up again.

Before he opened his eyes, he heard the following sounds from downstairs:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Stop! Stop!"

"Shit!", "You are the shit!", "Shut up!", "Oh——"

"Boom!"

"Splash——Splash——"

Schiller closed his eyes and sat up from the bed. He took a deep breath and looked down at his watch.

Very good, this sleep time broke the record of tonight, sleeping for 26 minutes at a time.

Schiller slowly walked to the shelf in the guest room, took a wine glass from the cup holder above, and sat back on the bed. He had an extra bottle of wine in his hand. As soon as the cork was opened, a rich and intoxicating aroma of wine filled the air.

Schiller poured a little wine into the bottom of the glass, then raised his head and drank it in one gulp. The bottle disappeared, and the glass fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Under the influence of the crazy wine, Schiller entered a more stable dream.

Arriving at the center of the Hall of Thought, Schiller walked towards a hole in the middle of the open space, muttering to himself as he walked:

"Fortunately, this hole was not filled up. I said it would come in handy someday."

Arriving at the edge of the hole, Schiller jumped down without a second thought, passing through the bizarre phantoms. When he landed on the ground, the first thing that caught his eye was a lawn.

Schiller took a step forward, and a pale man in a black robe appeared in front of him. Schiller greeted him: "Long time no see, Morpheus, the god of dreams."

Morpheus had no intention of greeting him. He stared at Schiller and asked: "What are you doing?"

"I want to borrow your way to someone's dream."

"Who?"

"Jack the Clown."

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