[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Clark raised his head with difficulty. Kryptonite is his only physical weakness, especially green kryptonite. Exposure to green kryptonite for a long time will undoubtedly take away the lives of Kryptonians. Everything that happened before is vivid in his mind. Being led into a trap step by step, this enemy is well aware of the Kryptonians' weaknesses.

Including the cell he entered, the outer walls contain a lot of lead, and Kryptonians can see through everything except lead.

"I, you can kill me."

Clark replied with difficulty. After speaking, he could no longer support himself and fell to the ground.

"Beep, wrong answer!"

After the words fell, Dick in the next room let out a scream, and the body on the ground bounced and fell, like a dying animal, curled up conditionally, and more bloodstains were wiped on the ground.

Clark, who saw this scene from the delivery port under the cell door, blinked slowly, his fist was almost crushed by himself, but the voice above his head was moody and arbitrary, and the questions he asked had no meaning at all. The other party just wanted to play with them, psychologically. to destroy them.

"what on earth do you want?"

"En——" the other party uttered a long syllable, his tone was very serious, but he said vaguely and briskly: "I don't want to do anything, why do you think I want to do something? Let me tell you a secret, Superman, I am doing An experiment, very! Very interesting experiment."

"What kind of experiment?" Clark felt his heart beating more and more weakly, and the blood vessels all over his body seemed to be scraped from the inside by a knife.He could face the fact that he would fail and die one day, but he couldn't face the fact that his failure caused people he knew to be tortured to death in front of his eyes.

"What? Oh! I'm really sorry I can't tell you because you're part of the experiment, Superman, why should I tell the part of the experiment what kind of experiment he's taking part in? Please, be patient."

Immediately there was a humming sound in the cell, and Clark felt that the sound was getting farther and farther away from him, as if the ceiling had become so high that he couldn't reach it, he couldn't fly, and he lost control of his body. The cells in the whole body seemed to be devouring each other in the green light. Clark's vision became narrower and he closed his eyes.

But it was only a brief contact between the upper eyelid and the lower eyelid, and the next second, Clark opened his eyes again.

The iris, which was originally set against the green light of kryptonite, flashed a golden luster, and quickly stabilized in the pupils.

The golden pupils glow in the dark like beasts of the night.

Superman propped his hands on the ground, and there was silence all around, no one spoke, and no one disturbed. This seemed to be a repeat of the same behavior until Superman stood up again.

Without saying a word, he walked towards the heavy iron door connecting the two cells. The next moment, his slender and powerful fingers suddenly inserted into the seam of the iron door. Superman seemed to take a deep breath, and the muscles in his arms condensed again. With strength, the structure of the iron door immediately became soft, and it creaked and was torn apart at the same time.

With a bang, the twisted iron door fell to the ground.

Panting slightly, Superman stepped into the next cell.

Dick Grayson was still on the ground, weak and nearly unconscious.

The old walls are full of small holes just enough to stick out the barrel of a gun. It's dark inside. I don't know how big the space outside the cell is, and where these spaces lead.

Wesley knelt down and gently brushed away the blood-stained hair on the man's forehead, revealing a handsome face that could not be concealed by a narrow mask.

The other party was wearing a special battle suit and cloak, and his figure was not as muscular as Batman's, but his style looked familiar.

Robin?

Soon, Wesley got the answer from the system. It was really Robin, or Dick Grayson of the Grayson family, the first generation of bat assistants.

Excessive blood loss caused the young master's life to enter a countdown. In a semi-conscious state, the other party's face was pale, and his delicate and moderately thick lips were slightly opened and closed, as if he was constantly saying something.

Wesley bent down and put his ear up.

"he--"

he?

"find him--"

find who?

Suddenly, there was a harsh and sharp electric sound from the ceiling above his head, and at the same time, the gun barrels protruding from the small holes around him heard the sound of being loaded together.

Pulling up Dick quickly, the latter's weight fell behind Wesley in a blink of an eye. The wounded let out a muffled groan, and Wesley quickly backed up and entered the cell with the kryptonite piled up.

Puff puff puff, the sound of silenced gunshots, and the mess of flames, shot the room where Dick had been staying into a sieve.

A bullet protruded from the encirclement and shot through the door suddenly. Wesley quickly turned sideways, but there was still a burning pain on the back of his hand.

Wesley looked down, and there was a not-so-light bloodstain on the back of Clark's hand.It seems that under the light of kryptonite, his abilities in all aspects are declining. Even Wesley cannot restore the bulletproof ability of Clark's skin under this situation.

No matter what happened, he must leave here as soon as possible!

With one hand supporting Dick behind him, Wesley stepped on the ground with his back foot. He looked at the ceiling and planned to hit him directly.

"Wait, wait..." Dick behind him suddenly said, "Ask him, that person... where is he?"

"Who?" Wesley tilted his head slightly.

Dick was silent for a while, his throat rolled, and he said with difficulty: "Batman, he..."

"Shh, little bird, don't tell him." Suddenly, there was a soft response from above his head, as if he was whispering.

Wesley was startled suddenly, and quickly fixed his eyes on the direction of the sound.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were looking at them without blinking.

Wesley gritted his teeth instantly as his scalp exploded.

I don't know if there was a gap the size of a brick in that corner from the beginning, or it just appeared, and how long that person looked here.The most frightening thing was that the green light of kryptonite was printed in those crazy eyes in the darkness, but it was like a knife, making people feel chills all over.

After realizing it, Wesley's throat tightened a little.

The cell fell into silence. In the flash, Wesley thought of many things in an instant, and said stiffly, "It's you..."

"Yes, yes!" The eyes flickered, as if their owner was nodding in great agreement, and then the hole became dark again, but Wesley quickly realized that the other party put his mouth close to the hole, Between Zhang and He, the piercingly white teeth exposed the curvature of the opponent's grin.

"It's me—Cole, it's me! Do you remember me?"

The other party's vague, hissing voice with a unique style drilled into Wesley's ears: "I am your Kerr, we jumped into the pool together... Do you remember that day? I am really disappointed-I have been Waiting for you to come to me, waiting - but no matter what, you don't help me anymore, I'm in many, many dangers, Cole, you don't come to help me, it's so disappointing! And now, and now—" Joe Kerr was really disappointed and loudly criticized: "You are in Superman's body, it's so unfair!"

Wesley's hair stood on end. Joe Kerr was always a lump in Wesley's heart. The moment this man turned into a clown, it meant that the man had broken away from the mortal womb of an ordinary person and turned into a real monster. .

A chaotic character that is difficult to face - not a superhero, not a supervillain, just a clown*.

The current situation seemed to be a hundred times more complicated in an instant. Wesley clenched his fist secretly and said, "What do you want to do, Kerr, what's wrong with Batman, where is he?"

"Oh no, no, I don't want to do anything," the clown avoided talking, and his tone even showed a hint of intimacy, "I want you, Cole, my god of luck, I want you."

"..."

Wesley lowered his head and silently, Dick slid off Wesley's back. The next moment, his body suddenly flew into the air and rushed towards the clown. Wesley's fist smashed the corner instantly, and his fingers pierced through the darkness. He grabbed the collar of the clown on the other side.

The clown laughed sharply in his hands.

"That's it, that's it, Cole, hold on to me!"

Wesley's fist shattered the wall above his head, pulling the clown out from there.The next moment, Wesley grabbed the clown's neck severely.

Clark's hands are big, and they are still powerful under Wesley's control. Stones can be easily crushed, let alone a person's neck. Wesley's breathing became rapid.

Kill the clown!

Kill the clown! !

Kill the clown! ! !

No matter what he did now, what he did in the past, just let those possible futures disappear——

"Do it! Do it!" The clown's face with exaggerated makeup was exposed to the light of kryptonite. He screamed and encouraged Wesley: "Kill me! Kill me, Cole! Do it!"

He laughed.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the clown's voice became hoarse under Wesley's hands, and he gradually couldn't breathe, but he showed a genuine and happy expression: "—that's it, you are right, you are afraid of me—— Cole , you know me... anyone, anyone—"

A smile appeared on the clown's face: "Anyone can kill."

Wesley's arm suddenly went numb without warning, his fingers loosened, and the clown slipped from his hand, laying on the ground and coughing violently.

Wesley looked at his hands, panting heavily, almost, almost killed the clown.

"Warning, the host cannot violate the rules of the world, Clark Kent will not kill the clown."

"...That's because of Bruce Wayne's stop, Batman isn't here now—" When we did it just now, the inexplicably tense string in Wesley's heart was very sensitive, touched by the system, it rebounded almost immediately.

In his previous life, he was bored and asked some silly questions on the Internet, such as why didn't Batman kill the Joker when he had countless chances.Understandable is understandable, when Joe Kerr really stands in front of him, he can't do what Bruce Wayne does.

Because the clown was right, Wesley was afraid of him, both in memory and in the future.

The cell gradually became quiet, the clown stopped coughing, his face contorted for a while, but recovered quickly, he stared, and said hoarsely to Wesley:

"We've got a deal, Cole."

"No." Wesley quickly stopped arguing with the system, and grabbed the clown: "Gotham's prison is not suitable for you, I will find you a suitable place for you."

"Don't you want to know where he is, Cole?"

"Who?"

The clown leaned over, made a breathy sound, and whispered, "He, Bruce Wayne."

Wesley didn't move, but Dick on the ground was obviously stimulated, he moaned and struggled continuously, trying to get up.

When Wesley's buzzing head calmed down, he asked in his mind: "System, is Bruce Wayne still alive?"

After getting the systematic answer, Wesley looked up: "I don't need to know where he is, clown. Just like I don't need to negotiate terms with you."

In the next second, there was a crisp click, and after a brief silence, the clown burst into a sharp laugh.

Dick raised his head in a daze and looked not far away. The tall figure in the red cape mercilessly crushed the clown's two arms and trampled his lower leg.

Is that... Superman?

Suddenly, Wesley let go of his hand again, and his consciousness was transferred to the background.

Clark woke up.

Clark silently looked at the clown who was writhing in front of him, wearing a green suit and still laughing, and suddenly said in consciousness: "He said he was doing an experiment, Wesley."

"...Just to be on the safe side." Wesley concealed his original real thought, but his thoughts were still burning hot, and he couldn't guarantee whether Clark, who was connected to him to some extent, already knew: "The clown is a Very dangerous man, Clark."

Clark picked up Dick with one arm, grabbed the clown who suddenly fell silent with the other hand, and said in consciousness: "I know, get out of here first."

Even though the current clown is still an unknown junior in the eyes of the world, Clark has already felt that what Wesley said is true.

"...but we need to talk, Wesley."

Clark lowered his gaze, and the clown was looking straight at him, complaining:

"You woke up too early, Superman."

Clark tightened his grip on the back collar of the clown.

"what do you want?"

After all, so far, the clown has not made any demands other than torturing them, which puzzles Clark the most.

The clown snorted twice, as if he didn't bother to answer, but soon, he changed his mind and said suddenly: "I want him. I want him to enter my brain, just like entering yours—— mine Cole, you know, he helped me a lot before, and he deeply sympathized with me..." He stared at Superman's face as he spoke, as if trying to find a look of jealousy in it.

The clown's eyes were shining brightly, and Clark frowned involuntarily.

Who is... Cole?

The author has something to say: *About clowns, there are many opinions on the Internet. The following netizens’ original analysis of the stupid author’s favorite——

Clowns are not just ordinary villains.There are three types of evil: orderly evil, neutral evil, and chaotic evil.

The so-called evil order, as the name implies, wants to establish a new social order, just like Thanos in "Reunion 3" wants to balance the universe;

The so-called neutral evil, this category is an enhanced version of ordinary evil, because selfishness can create any killing and destruction;

The so-called Chaotic Evil has already surpassed the first two types. This type of villain does not want to establish a new order, nor does he take pleasure in killing. What I want to destroy is the order in Batman's heart. As long as Batman kills him, it proves that extrajudicial sanctions can kill anyone at will, and Batman is no longer a hero.Because of this, the Joker keeps killing people around Batman, or creating many tragedies in the world, just to prove that any person will undergo some kind of "change" and become a criminal as long as he experiences a miserable day.