Chapter 442: Snowstorm Begins (Part 1)

The sky was gradually getting brighter, but the blizzard had not yet passed. When the light of dawn shone through the vast snow into the messy reception room, it did not bring real light to the place, but made people feel colder than the pitch-black night.

When Lex walked in, his face was a little pale, expressionless, and thin. He looked like a demon walking out of the wind and snow. Clark's fingertips trembled, revealing his uneasy mood.

But soon, more anger overwhelmed him. He stared into Lex's eyes and asked: "Did you kill him?"

Seeing Lex's denial, Clark's tone was full of anger: "The blood on your trouser legs is his, I can see it."

The weak expression that Lex pretended to have gradually dissipated, and turned into a kind of mockery. When he spoke, his voice was colder than the wind and snow outside the window.

"Use your superpower? You can even tell whose blood it is. I'm really curious, what else can this superpower do? Can you use it to count the bugs in the field while plowing the field like a stupid cow?"

Even Lex himself didn't realize that behind his sharp words, there was actually a kind of fear hidden.

Clark stood in front of the bathroom door opposite, with the shadow of the corner covering him. In Lex's view, he looked like a giant beast lurking in the dark.

At this moment, Lex found that he felt extremely disgusted with this kind of person with unknown power. The anger that burst out in his heart still came from fear, the instinctive fear of the creatures standing at the top of the food chain.

Out of this fear, he instinctively refused to communicate with Clark. He said: "What I did has nothing to do with you, mind your own business."

Seeing his attitude, Clark was also a little angry. The tragic state of Lionel's body still had a great impact on him. He lived in a simple environment in the small town. He had never seen a corpse, let alone such a bloody murder scene.

He took a step forward, forcing Lex to take a step back. Clark said in a low voice: "Luther, killing is illegal! And he is your biological father! Isn't he?"

Lex made a disdainful sound from his nose, and said: "I know you are the kind of person who believes in the law, but I am not, and I don't want to explain to you."

After that, he turned around, Clark walked over quickly, grabbed his arm, and said in a deep voice: "I can't let you go unless you promise me that you will never hurt others again..."

"Promise?!" Lex raised his voice, he shook off Clark's arm, turned to look at him and said: "Since you never trust me, why should I promise you?"

Before Clark explained, Lex glanced at him. He looked at the bathroom door, then looked at Clark and said, "If I remember correctly, our plan is that the three of us will investigate the door leading to the underground separately, so why are you here?"

"You want to investigate me and want to catch me, Clark, your hypocritical saint face is simply disgusting to me."

Lex took a step back, stood by the door, looked at Clark and said, "You put on a good attitude and persuaded me to cooperate with Wayne, but now, what are you doing? Are you executing our plan?"

"Or are you just a hypocritical liar who wants us to work for you, while you are secretly investigating us and want to catch us."

"I didn't think so." Clark said helplessly.

"But you did it." Lex didn't realize that his tone was a little trembling.

Now, Clark was too close to him. Although the two were at least two meters apart, Lex could already feel the suffocating oppression. He had seen Clark in battle, and he was sure that if Clark wanted to do it, he would die in less than a second.

When humans face fierce beasts that can kill them, the fear is engraved in their instincts. Clark's various abilities show that he is not only not an ordinary person, but may not even be a human.

Lex didn't know how Clark was thinking, when he would take action, when he would kill himself, he only knew that Clark only needed a thought, and he would be dead.

No one could stay calm in this emotion. Lex's chest was heaving violently. He kept retreating, wanting to escape, but he didn't have the courage to leave his back to Clark.

Seeing that Lex had no intention of communicating at all, Clark took a deep breath and walked towards Lex. As the distance between the two people kept getting closer, the instinctive fear engulfed Lex, and he turned around and wanted to run.

In an instant, Clark grabbed him. At this time, Clark did not want to attack Lex. He just wanted to stop him from leaving, hoping that the two of them could have a good talk and resolve this misunderstanding.

Until now, Clark still felt that Lex might not have done it on purpose. After all, compared to the mysterious phone call from someone unknown, Lex, who had dealt with him, was more trusted by him.

But Lex had completely collapsed. The moment Clark caught him, he felt like a caught bug. This stronger and more powerful hand was approaching him like the god of death, and he couldn't even flap his wings briefly, and could only wait for death on the spot.

He began to want to do something to cover up this fear, so he raised his voice and said quickly: "I killed him! And I cut him into pieces with my own hands, that's what I want to do! What are you going to do? Kill me?"

"I've said it before, Clark, your powerful ability makes you immune to the harm that most ordinary people can do to you, so of course you can pretend to be tolerant and be a kind person!"

"But you want to use this ability to judge me, or even kill me, there is no difference between you and me, you monster!"

Lex's tone was very intense. The moment Clark heard him admit that he was the one who killed the person, he felt extremely angry, not only because of the tragic situation at the murder scene, he really didn't understand how someone could do such a cruel thing and still not repent at all.

Lex was about to retreat again, but Clark leaned forward, raised his arm, and hit Lex on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Clark stood there and took a few breaths. For some reason, there was a strong emotion surging in his chest, because he clearly saw the fear in Lex's eyes when he took action.

He must be afraid that his crime would be exposed, Clark convinced himself, but another voice in his heart told him that he was actually afraid of you, afraid of your powerful strength.

He regarded you as a monster, not his kind. He thought you could not communicate, but was full of fear of you.

This made Clark feel very bad, as if he had really become a beast hiding in the crowd, just using his powerful strength to wantonly attack humans.

Just as he bent down and wanted to carry Lex back to the guest room, suddenly, a strong sense of weakness attacked him again. Clark took two deep breaths and half-knelt down.

In the previous few times, as long as he temporarily relaxed his body and took a deep breath to rest for a while, this feeling would fade away, but this time, Clark stood there panting for a long time, and the feeling became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he felt a dark shadow appear above his head. He looked up and saw a man in a long suit standing in front of him. Looking up, he held a special container in his pale hand, which contained a stone emitting green light.

Clark tried to raise his head and looked up. A face with a crazy smile appeared in his field of vision. Sure enough, a series of crazy laughs came from his head.

The lid of the container was opened, and the green stone was thrown directly on Clark. Clark groaned in pain, and almost couldn't support his body and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a strange face with clown makeup appeared in front of Clark. The clown leaned his head over, even stretched out his hand to pat Clark's face, and smiled at him.

The clown reached out, picked up the green stone, shook it in front of Clark's eyes, then raised his arm high and smashed it down hard.

"Ugh!

!"

Clark let out a low scream. The green stone produced a severe burning pain the moment it touched his skin. What made him even more uncomfortable was that the feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, making him dizzy and nauseous. He had never experienced this feeling before.

Suddenly, he felt that some liquid covered his eyes and stuck to his eyelashes, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

The smell of blood came from a place very close to him. He tried to reach out and touched his forehead. The pain came. Clark put his fingertips in front of his eyes and saw that his hands were covered with sticky blood.

He was bleeding?

Clark's breathing became more and more rapid. He felt an emotion he had never experienced before. He thought it might be fear. This was the first time he was injured and bleeding since he was born.

Blurred by the blood, Clark could see Lex lying on the ground through the pair of leather-shoeed feet. The blood on the back of his neck had dried up and turned into black blood scabs.

The bloody smell that kept pouring into his nose kept reminding Clark that ordinary people would feel pain when they were injured.

But at this time, the figure in a long suit walked to Lex's side. He squatted on the ground and poked Lex's arm with his fingers.

Lex's body was not strong to begin with. After being knocked unconscious, he did not wake up so quickly, so he did not react at all, but the madman with clown makeup smiled and muttered to himself:

"Oh, look at this poor little Lex Luthor, who was abused by his father for a long time, leaving him with injuries..."

As he said, the clown lifted up Lex Luthor's clothes on his back with his hands. Clark's eyes widened, because he saw dense scars on Lex's back, new wounds superimposed on old wounds, obviously not left in one day.

Clark pounded the floor with his hand. He struggled to get up, but the green stone was too close to him. He just straightened his upper body and fell to the ground again.

"How hard he tried to take revenge. He waited for so long and finally got a chance to kill that damn pervert and avenge his mother and himself..."

"He succeeded...succeeded!" The clown pouted and nodded, as if to express affirmation, but soon he began to laugh again and said:

"But he is a crappy and outdated screenwriter. No one likes to watch such revenge dramas. People hope that every performance can have a humorous enough ending!"

Then the clown stood up shakily, looked down at Clark from above, and said, "It doesn't matter if he can't do it. I can help him."

"Now, this scene has a humorous enough ending..."

"Haha ...