Superman is my primary school classmate

Clark could feel the severe pain from his back, and the muscles of his shoulder blades felt strained. He shook his dizzy head, propped his upper body up with his elbows on the ground, and let out a muffled snort from his nose. A clear sound came from his lower body. The oppressive feeling of the heavy object made him puzzled, Clark looked back, but strangely could not see any object pressing on his legs.

No matter how hard Clark pulled his feet, it didn't work.

The man in the hood waved his hand again in front of Sean, but Sean hadn't noticed it yet, his feet lost strength, he closed his eyes, turned his head, and fell into the arms of the man in the hood.

"Sean!"

Sean was leaning and almost slipping, looking from Clark's point of view, with his head down, Sean's eyes were closed, and his peaceful appearance seemed to be falling asleep.

In the distance, Scott, who was collapsed on the ground, suddenly moved his fingers, and his consciousness began to recover. He wondered how he fell to the ground, rubbed his head with one hand, and stroked his sunglasses nearby with the other.

Putting on sunglasses, Scott dared to open his eyes, and saw Clark lying on the ground with his legs stretched out at a glance, still confused, "Hey, what's going on?"

Clark gritted his teeth, his facial muscles protruding more and more ferociously, his hair was messy on his forehead, he clenched his fists and beat the ground, the mottled wallpaper fell behind him, revealing the iron wall hidden behind him, with a huge pit deep in it. Looking at the human figure, Scott felt a dull pain in his brain.

Scott: "Should the young couple quarrel so fiercely? If you have something to say, you can talk about it."

That being said, Scott's expression gradually calmed down. He looked calm on the outside, but a turbulent wave had already set off in his heart. He was aware of the seriousness of the situation, especially when he saw him fainting in the arms of a stranger. Sean.

The man in the hood, who had been facing his back all the time, turned his head, and the place where the face should have been was blurred. The hat rose and fell with the movement, making it possible to detect that he was greeting Scott.

Scott politely bowed slightly, his eyes under the sunglasses kept glancing at Sean, and slowly raised his hands to indicate that he was not threatening, "What exactly are you trying to do, we are guests invited by Luthor , if you treat us like this, he will definitely not let you go."

The hooded man ignored Scott and turned his head back.

This is the opportunity!

A light flashed in Scott's eyes, and he slammed the button next to the sunglasses with his right hand, shooting two hot lasers from his eyes, aiming directly at the hooded man.

Clark reminded worriedly: "Pay attention to Sean!"

"I know." Scott replied impatiently.

Clark has never dared to use Retinazer to attack the hooded man. Part of the reason is that he is not yet proficient in using his abilities. More is because he is worried that the hooded man will take Sean as a hostage and become a human shield. A little carelessness may endanger him. To Sean's safety.

Scott didn't think as much as Clark did. The lasers from his eyes forced the hooded man to dodge frequently, but he always kept Sean behind him.

Clark saw everything in his eyes, and anxiously wanted to get rid of the status quo, but no matter how hard he beat his legs, it still didn't have any effect.

It was only two or three steps away, but at this moment, it seemed like a moat lay in front of him.

Scott also wondered why Clark didn't come to help, and kept winking at Clark. The man in the hood was just dodging, and didn't fight back. His light movements were as weird as evil spirits, like slippery Catfish can't be caught.

The dodged laser shot to the walls and roof, where it was scorched and carbonized by high temperature, bursting out dazzling sparks and falling to the ground, the chandelier above the head was shaking and flickering.

Scott continued to ask: "You were sent by Luthor to kill us?"

"Come to kill you?" The hooded man stretched out his fingers and scratched the back of his head with some headaches, "Why do you have such thoughts, I am not under Lex's control. Besides, Lex is a good boy, isn't he Well?"

"Hmph." Scott said, "Are you kidding me? The 'good boy' in your mouth colluded with the government to conduct experiments on his own compatriots and transform human beings. Such absurd things can be done."

"...human beings." The hooded man's shoulders trembled, and his hands suddenly let go for some reason. Sean fell to one side, and Scott's heart was hanging in his throat. Fortunately, the hooded man caught Sean's body in time. Back neckline.

He laughed twice, "It's their honor."

Scott heard the voice-over in his words, "You're not human? You're a mutant."

The hooded man didn't reply.

Scott said, "In this case, we should jointly organize Lex's plan. This kind of behavior is inhumane and should be stopped by us."

Scott kept persuading the man in the hood. While hoping that the man in the hood would relax his vigilance, he caught him off guard. He cautiously stepped forward with his left hand in front of him, "If you don't stand on Lake On the other side, we can sit down and talk openly and honestly, why don't you give me Sean first?"

The hooded man spun his feet and passed Scott's hand. He didn't miss Scott's regretful expression, "Sorry, you seem to have misunderstood me, and I didn't say that I wasn't with Lake S is on the side."

"And, I'm actually very grateful to Lex, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have found out—" The hooded man paused, reflected for a while, and continued, "—Well, Sean, right?"

"I still remember the last time I saw Sean, he was so young, I've been looking for him for more than ten years..."

The hooded man gestured for height with his hands, as if he was a regular, caught in the memories of the past.

Clark had been paying attention to Scott's movements, and he slowed down and moved towards Sean.

"Snapped."

The hooded man grabbed Scott's hand so quickly that Scott's heart skipped a beat.

Clark heard three heartbeats with completely different frequencies in this room, as if the instruments in different parts of the band were playing in unison, playing a symphony at this moment.

Scott's subordinates tried hard to pull back, but they were still firmly grasped in the hooded man's hands. In the well-heated room, a drop of sweat oozed from his forehead and flowed down his cheeks, "Senior, you and Xiao Well, since it's an old acquaintance..."

"Sean doesn't remember me." The hooded man explained correctly, "I'm here this time to invite him back to catch up on the past."

"This is not an invitation, it is already an obvious robbery."

Clark laughed, the man in the hood came uninvited, and attacked Scott like an enemy, and Clark was still crushed on the ground by the man's ability, "You and Luther also know each other, I don't It can be guessed that Luthor also knew about this behavior?"

"Young man, as I said, it has nothing to do with Lex, so don't always think about it on your own."

The man in the hood obviously lost interest in continuing to chat with them, so he shook the corner of his clothes to flick off the dust, "There's no need to give it away."

"and many more."

Clark struggled to grab the trousers of the man in the hood, and raised his head. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the man in the hood looking at him with disdain, "Let go."

"Where are you taking Sean?"

"No comment."

"What are you going to do to Sean?!"

"No comment."

"Stay at the door!" Clark said forcefully, "I won't let you go! You don't want to leave this room today."

The unidentified visitors kidnapped their partners, and said that they would invite them back to chat with each other, which seemed abnormal no matter how they heard it.

The hooded man raised his foot and treated Clark's hand with contempt like dirt on his pants, "Don't worry, I'll send Sean back in a short time, whole, and leave him alone. corpse."

Every word and sentence poked in Clark's heart, the corners of his eyes were still red, bloodshot eyes crawled up his eyes, and the blue pupils were no longer clear at this time, dark and terrifying.

The man in the hood looked at Clark's face and let out a disgusting laugh. Once again, he repeated what he said just now, "After he dies, I will return him to you exactly."

"shut up!"

The floor began to tremble slightly, and Clark forced himself to calm down, but watching his friend die, he couldn't contain the flames of anger that kept burning in his heart.

Scott was leaning against the wall, his forehead fluttering, he wondered, "How can there be wind in the room?"

The wind was getting stronger, and Scott stuttered in surprise to find that the center came from—"Clark!"

Stools, tables and chairs, teacups, and cushions all lost gravity and drifted in mid-air without trajectory. They flew, collided, and flew in a new direction in the air.

The man in the hood froze, and Clark was struggling to break free from his restraint. He punched punch after punch and a deep pit appeared on the ground. Clark's fingers turned white, as if he didn't feel the pain at all. He raised his head and eyes He stared at the man in the hood.

With a bang, Clark slapped his hands on the ground, his body bounced up and suspended in the air, and his eyes glowed red.

Scott is most familiar with it. His pupils narrowed, and he subconsciously hugged his head and rolled over. Two laser beams shot out from Clark's eyes continuously.

Clark couldn't help shooting around, cutting everything in half with the laser he fired.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in the hood disappeared out of thin air long before Clark attacked him. Only the sound of cracking and cracking could be heard in the air, and he had long since disappeared.

"Clark, watch out for the top of your head!"

The truncated pillar could no longer support it. In Scott's last consciousness, the roof collapsed, and Clark stood in front of him, his eyes were red, until a piece of rubble fell between the two of them, cutting off Scott. special line of sight.

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