Chapter 4308

"Luthor Tower was searched?!" Clark stood up from his workstation and looked at the editor-in-chief, dumbfounded: "Why???"

"It's precisely because I don't know why that I'm sending you there! You've taken so many days off; haven't you been lazy enough yet?!!" The editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet said unpleasantly, "Hurry up and get to the scene to grab the headline! Hurry!"

Looking at the editor-in-chief's unkind gaze, Clark didn't dare to say anything more, hurriedly put on his coat, took his camera, and ran toward the door. To tell the truth, he found the right job; today he could finally go watch the fun openly.

If there was anyone Clark hated the most in this series of events, it was actually Lex Luthor. Even if he already knew that the whole ancient Egyptian artifact incident was planned by Schiller, he still hated Luthor the most.

You could say Schiller did it to scam money, or simply wanted to watch the world burn; he at least had a purpose, and it was a self-serving purpose. But Lex Luthor?

Clark just couldn't understand why Luthor was targeting him. If you said the spaceship fell and hit Luthor Tower, that could be considered a reason, but he clearly cleaned up all the fragments; let alone Luthor Tower, even the paint on the asphalt road wasn't scratched. Why did he attack him???

And he started by kidnapping his mother; what kind of deep hatred must this be? He hadn't done anything to offend him at all; he just wanted to do this kind of thing that harmed others without benefiting himself; it was simply inexplicable!

However, on the way to the scene, Clark didn't just gloat. He thought about it and felt that Lex Luthor shouldn't be that bad.

Someone dared to break into Luthor Tower by force, which proved that Luthor definitely wasn't there. Clark was also very familiar with that set of legal rules; he knew that actually, as long as Luthor stood in Luthor Tower, even if he didn't do anything, he could drag it out for a long time. Why did he have to leave at this critical juncture?

Clark thought about it and felt that this guy was completely a mental patient; being able to make every wrong choice perfectly in this series of events was quite difficult.

Arriving at the entrance of Luthor Tower, it was already surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Clark arrived a bit late and couldn't squeeze into the front row; because he was afraid of being targeted, he didn't dare to leave his car, so he sat in the car and looked out.

But after watching for a while, he really saw some clues. There were always people in protective suits coming and going at the door, as if there was some virus inside. Not long after, someone carried a large box out, and the cargo truck being loaded happened to be not far from Clark.

As soon as that box was carried over, Clark felt uncomfortable; he had a feeling like motion sickness. He hurriedly rolled up the car window, but that feeling still lingered, and he had to reverse the car and leave.

Watching a group of people in protective suits carry the box into the carriage and seal the car door, Clark narrowed his eyes; he knew that inside was probably that kind of mysterious green gemstone; this thing eventually fell into the hands of the military.

Wait a minute. Clark suddenly realized: in Lois's hypothesis, she always assumed that the military could get the green gemstone very smoothly, completely without considering the possibility of Lex Luthor's victory. Is this guy known to be this stupid?

Clark instinctively felt something was wrong. Lex Luthor definitely wasn't stupid enough to hand over the gemstone; there must be something manipulating him, forcing him to have to leave at this time.

Clark, who felt a bit puzzled, didn't stay long either. He first went back to the newspaper office, handed in some photos, fooled the editor-in-chief, and then said he was going to follow Luthor's side to see if he could interview him. The editor-in-chief gladly agreed, and Clark left.

Clark really intended to find Luthor. He hadn't recovered yet, but Luthor didn't have the gemstone either; even if he did, actually that gemstone wasn't as effective as he thought; hitting him those few times at most made him dizzy for a while. So going to see Luthor wasn't a risk.

He first went to Luthor Manor; although he didn't find Luthor here, he saw the assistant who came to get daily necessities. Clark followed the assistant all the way to Metropolis Hospital; only then did he understand: this loser should be injured and had to be hospitalized, which was why he left his defensive position.

The night grew darker, and most doctors and nurses had also reached their off-duty time; there were fewer and fewer people in the hospital. Clark went around to the back door of the hospital, carefully identified it with his super hearing, and then quietly flew to the fourth floor and landed on a windowsill.

He didn't enter the ward directly, but came to the office of the attending physician on this floor. There was no one in the office, so he could search at will. Luthor enjoyed the best medical conditions and lived in the most honorable single ward; there were no patients on this floor, and Clark didn't spend much effort to find his medical record.

"Fracture of the metatarsal bone of the right big toe?"

Clark thought it was because he didn't understand professional terms and read it wrong; he even specially took out his phone to check what these professional terms meant, and the result was exactly the same as he guessed—it was a fracture of the right big toe.

Clark was a bit dazed. He had thought of all kinds of serious injuries, such as being plotted against leading to heavy bleeding, or being shot by a sniper, or being poisoned, and at worst, it should be being drugged, right? What's with the toe fracture? The military sent people thousands of miles to sneak into his office, and then stepped on his toe???

Clark continued to flip back, and then saw the "Patient's Statement" column. What's with "too angry during a phone call with others, kicked the corner of the office desk, leading to a fracture of the right big toe"???

Clark swore he really didn't want to laugh, but he also really couldn't help it; he really thought of all the sad things in the first half of his life before he restrained himself from laughing out loud.

Taking a deep breath, Clark calmed down. He felt more and more that Bruce was right; the irrationality caused by anger would destroy everything.

Actually, a person with poor emotional self-control who is easily irrational often doesn't destroy his life in some earth-shattering way. The most important turning points in their lives, the way they fail, will be like a comedy starring Mr. Bean, always digging into the details of life that can go wrong, messing everything up in a way that ordinary people find very absurd, not only always failing, but always making a fool of themselves.

Clark seemed to see his former self. When he was clouded by anger, he also looked very much like a stupid cow, wanting to hit anyone he caught, and Bruce, who watched the whole process, didn't laugh; his quality was indeed amazing.

Clark calmed his state of mind, didn't put down the medical record, but took this medical record and walked into Lex Luthor's ward just like that. That's right, he had actually heard Luthor's low groans; don't care whether kicking the desk and hitting the toe is funny or not, it might really be more painful than other serious injuries.

Clark pushed the door open but didn't walk in, just leaned against the door and coughed lightly. Lex, who couldn't sleep because of the pain, turned his head, thinking his pain pump was adjusted too high and he was seeing a hallucination.

Clark walked in, sat beside him, threw the medical record to the side, making a crisp "pop" sound, cleared his throat again, and read in a standard broadcast tone like a news report:

"Patient name, Alexander Luthor. Patient age... forget it, let's skip this part. Ahem, patient's statement: this afternoon, during a phone call with someone, because of being too angry, kicked the office desk, eventually leading to the right big toe..."

"SHUT UP!!! YOU DAMN BASTARD!!! SHUT UP!!!!"

A pillow was thrown over, but obviously, it couldn't cause any harm to Clark. But Clark didn't continue reading either; he put the medical record aside, poured himself a glass of water, and then said: "You should be glad. You sent yourself to the hospital in such a stupid way, so much so that if I were to argue with you now, it would look too much like bullying a fool. My mother warned me not to do this."

"If you weren't lying here now, looking too pathetic from head to toe, in a state where I would be willing to donate to you even when I was at my poorest, I would definitely make you pay the most painful price for what you did."

Clark's blue eyes didn't look dim in the darkness, but instead looked brighter. His entire eyeball seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, refracting light in all directions, making people think of snowfields and glaciers.

He stared at Luthor, observing every trace of his expression, and then discovered that a very short moment of fear appeared on Lex Luthor's face; this proved that he wasn't actually an ignorant and insensitive lunatic; he knew how dangerous it was to kidnap the foster mother of a super alien.

Immediately after, this kind of fear turned into an emotion similar to despair. This was the first time Clark had so directly seen what "helplessness" was—first, there was a moment of blankness in his eyes, then the expression on his face stiffened, just like the expression management system crashing; after coming back to his senses, his lips moved subconsciously, pulling the muscles of his jaw and neck, his eyes looked left and right subconsciously, and finally returned to that blank state.

And then, the scattered consciousness began to gather, the muscles on his face began to twitch, all the muscles were tightening, exerting force toward the middle, making the entire person's facial expression look exceptionally ferocious, and then he entered the state of anger expressed by ordinary people.

"Make me pay the price?! You damn hick!! Who do you think you are?! Do you think no one can deal with you?! I should have killed you before!!!"

Clark saw the veins on Luthor's forehead and neck bulging, the whole person was twitching slightly, looking angry to the extreme.

Even though he was cursed by him, Clark didn't feel angry; he just felt a bit cold, because he clearly saw how anger destroyed a person.

Lex's reason couldn't be unaware that he could find his way here, which proved that his strength had already recovered a part; let alone a tenth, even if it was only a tenth, he could easily crush him to death, but he seemed to have completely forgotten about this.

This kind of temporary anger could even cover up fear and the will to survive, just like some underlying code written in human genes, letting them try one last struggle when facing an enemy they couldn't deal with at all; it didn't look like an emotion, but like an instinct.

Clark suddenly understood a bit why Lex Luthor was targeting him so much, because Clark Kent was a problem he could never handle in his life.

Before this, Lex Luthor was a genius, and he happened to have a good family background, which gave him a stage that was broad enough; there were few things in this world he couldn't solve; he considered himself to control the world and control everything.

But just at this time, Clark Kent appeared. This let this genius discover that he also had things he couldn't handle, so he was like the previous Clark, falling into helplessness; the more helpless, the more angry, the more irrational, and then, used a method that could be called absurd, leading to his own failure.

Clark sighed, lost the mood to argue with Lex Luthor, said nothing, and walked toward the window.

After flying out of the window, he merged back into the night sky of Metropolis; when his strong body disappeared into the skyline, it also looked very small, like a bird, like a snowflake.