American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

In the corridor of the manor, Lex was walking through the darkness alone, carrying a toolbox in his hand, which he had just found from the warehouse downstairs. He knew that Onnell's body could not be left alone. Left in the bathroom, he had to dispose of the body.

Going up the stairs, and then walking down a short corridor, ignoring the occasional gunshots and screams from the crowd downstairs, he walked all the way to the original meeting room, where only the charred walls and Scattered glass.

Lex frowned. He still had a question that he had not solved. Since Clark was born with abilities beyond ordinary people, why did he appear very weak when he first appeared?

While thinking about this question, he walked into the bathroom. Before, he dragged Laonnell's body into it, and now he is leaning beside the toilet. The old man, after his death, is no different from anyone else.

Lex squatted down, looked at Leonel's face, and felt the wound on his body was aching. He lifted the clothes behind him, and as soon as his fingers touched the muscles of his lower back, he heard a faint sound. pain.

Leonel has been calling Lex, whenever his business is not going well, or when someone provokes him, he will pick up the things next to him and fight Lex, until today, Lex. Onnell faced Schiller again, and after he was still out of breath, he left some scars on Lex's back.

Lex whispered to himself: "You know what? The hardest part is not pretending to be stupid, but making a painful expression when you do it..."

"Actually I don't feel pain. That magic fluid seems to reduce my pain perception and improve my self-healing ability."

Lex muttered to himself as he picked up the saw from the toolbox and began to dispose of Leonel's body.

Just when he took off one arm, suddenly, the telephone in the reception room rang, and Lex frowned, looking out of the bathroom door.

He threw down the saw and stood up, ignoring the blood on his trouser legs. When he came to the reception room, he found that the wall phone on the wall was really unaffected, and it was constantly ringing sharply.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the phone and put it in his ear. He heard a small snicker on the other side, and a voice that was unfamiliar to him appeared on the other end of the phone. He heard the other side say:

"Hello, Lex" Luther, I'm a comedian, have you ever watched a comedy? "

"Who are you? Why do you know I'm here?"

"That doesn't matter, Lex, don't worry about the minutiae, here it is, I'm a clown who just moved from Gotham, and to make my comedy show famous, I put the first tour The location is set here, do you want to buy a ticket?"

"No." Lex denied it, and was about to hang up, but just as he did so, he heard the other end say:

"Then it seems that you want to participate in the show. It just so happens that a great comedy always needs a few supporting roles."

"Also, do you know where I am now? Look down, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Lex instinctively glanced at the floor with his eyes, and following his gaze, he passed through the layers of floors and ceilings, all the way down, and down, until he came to the basement of the mayor's mansion.

This is a monitoring room that is completely different from the old manor style. The cold light flickering from many advanced electronic devices moves forward along the reflection of the light on the floor. The airtight door is opened, and what appears in front of you occupies a whole three sides. Walls, dense screens.

In the room surrounded by the screen, there was a chair, the chair turned around, and a man in a dark long suit with clown makeup on his face was showing a crazy smile.

He put one leg on the other, held the phone in his hand, and said to the other side, "Seriously, it's much cooler here than the ground, and I'll be meditating here to prepare for the next performance, when I need it. I'll call you again when you're on the court."

A series of crazy laughter came from the phone, and Lex held the phone in front of him and frowned deeply.

Has someone gone to the underground of the manor ahead of time? Lex wondered, this is not right, where did this self-proclaimed comedian get this information? How did you find the entrance? How do you get in without the key?

After thinking for a while, he put the phone in his ear again, then dialed a number, and when the other party connected, he said, "Hello? Bruce?"

Bruce's voice was a little breathless, it sounded like he had just exercised, and his voice was very low, as if avoiding someone's search, he said, "What's the matter?"

"Do you remember any comedians on the list of people who attended the banquet?"

Bruce also frowned, he had a bad premonition, and then he heard Lex say: "I received a call just now that a comedian who claimed to be the clown seemed to have entered the manor underground in advance. , I suspect, there may be some kind of surveillance equipment out there that can see what's going on with us."

"He may have found the door to the underground, and he has already entered. If you still want that treasure, you better hurry up."

Bruce's mind was no longer on the treasure now. He turned his head and glanced outside the door. The agent hadn't chased after him for a while. He said quickly, "Are you sure he calls himself a clown?"

"That's right, he said he was going to put on a comedy show here, and when he talked, he kept snickering like a mental patient who couldn't control himself, and before hanging up, he laughed wildly, sharply. The laughter made my eardrums hurt..."

"Listen..." Bruce's tone suddenly sank, and he said, "Although I don't know why he is here, I must remind you that he is the most dangerous lunatic in the world."

"If he calls you again, don't listen to his bewitching, don't think about his logic, and don't ask him why..."

Lex's expression gradually became serious. Although he and Bruce had known each other for a short time, he also admitted that the person opposite him had the same wisdom as him.

He also knew that Bruce, who pretended to be a playboy, was actually a stern, serious person who wouldn't joke around easily. When he said something in a serious tone, it showed that the seriousness of the matter might be serious. beyond anyone's estimates.

"It sounds like you know him, but don't tell me he's Gotham's lunatic."

"Do not…"

Lex was relieved when Bruce denied it, and in the two years he was sane, he had heard other people talk about Gotham, and they said it was a city of lunatics, and it came from there. Every criminal placed in other cities is the deadliest killer.

But soon, Bruce's cold voice came:

"Nobody else in Gotham is crazy compared to him."

This sentence is colder than the blizzard that is still incessant outside the window. When the cold wind beats against the glass, it is like a symphony of classical odd performances. This sound reverberates in the corridor, with a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

Clark walked back to his room quickly. He didn't feel cold, he just felt a little angry. The group of agents didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, just kept shooting at him. He never saw him. past such a person.

He took a deep breath, walked over to the bed and picked up the pillow, then threw it on the bed again, snorting from his nose, and like all East Coast teens, when Clark was angry, he just wanted to leave Stay in the barn, or go for a walk in the wheat fields.

He stood up again and walked to the window. The sunlight reflected by the snow hit the extremely high-power light bulbs, making people unable to open their eyes. Obviously, there is no barn, no wheat field, and no one would go to a barn. Or looking for his parents in the wheat fields.

Clark was starting to feel homesick again.

During the time he came to the Metropolis to study at university, he encountered many problems encountered by young people in small towns. He did not know many things, and he was not familiar with many rules, and he was laughed at because of this.

The new world outside is not as wonderful as he imagined, or in other words, the price he has to pay is much greater than he imagined.

He couldn't wait to go home and talk to his parents about his troubles, but unfortunately, he was turned into another whirlpool that he was completely unfamiliar with, and he didn't know how to get out.

Clark's mind was in a mess. He stood by the window for a while, then turned to leave. He wanted to go upstairs to talk to the professor. He thought it might make him better, but when he thought about what Schiller said earlier Yes, he didn't even get enough sleep for two hours that night, and Clark felt that it was too rude to disturb him like this.

"Sword Comes"

But he was desperate to find someone to talk to, so he thought, if he went to Lex, maybe he could continue to chat with him about the topic that he had not finished talking about before.

But at this moment, with a "bang", the door was slammed open, and several agents rushed in, picked up guns and pointed at Clark. Clark instinctively took two steps back. The group of people fighting.

"What are you doing?! You..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several pistols fired at the same time, and the bullets poured towards Clark, and the expression on Clark's face became more angry.

He stretched out his hand and waved, and all the bullets hovered in the air. Then, the afterimage that was almost invisible passed quickly from the suspended bullets. With a bang, the gun in the front of the agent's hand was blown away. out.

"Bang! Oh—"

With a loud bang, followed by an exclamation, the lead agent was thrown onto the bed by Clark.

The agent standing at the door raised his gun again to shoot. Clark grabbed a lamp and threw it over, knocking him to the ground. The last agent was knocked down by his elbow.

Clark took a few breaths, not because of tiredness, but because of anger, he didn't understand why this group of people was targeting him like this.

From the very beginning, his purpose was to put out the fire, and he successfully put out the fire. In the process, he did not offend anyone, but the group of people shot him when they saw him.

Just thinking of this, Clark's mind moved. He turned his head and stretched out his arm to block the agent who was attacking again. Before, the agent who was thrown on the bed by him did not faint, but waited for an opportunity to attack.

Clark was really a little angry. He was about to throw a punch when suddenly, a dizziness came over him, which made him dazed for a moment. Then, there was the spreading weakness. Clark covered his chest and coughed twice, then collapsed weakly. go down.

He felt as if something was interfering with him, making the range of his biological stance extremely small, weakening his power, and more importantly, losing this sense of full power, which made him very uncomfortable. I can't adjust my body in between.

The agent was stunned for a moment when he saw Clark suddenly fall down, but he quickly came to his senses. He turned around and walked towards the other side of the room, trying to retrieve the pistol that was thrown out by Clark. Clark tried his best to stand. He got up and tried to stop him, but his body wouldn't obey.

When the agent came over with the gun, Clark could only cough dry in place, but at this time, a figure passed by him, "bang bang bang" several times, he saw, between his fists, The agent's gun was shot out again.

In the blink of an eye, Clark saw that the figure crouched down to check his condition, and then he saw Bruce's face.