Chapter 4338

This should have been about enough. However, drinking water in this environment wasn't that easy. This bottled water wasn't convenient to drink, so Clark went back later to get some straws. Afraid of being bored, he also took a few books. It was also relatively cold on the Moon; although Clark wasn't afraid of the cold, being warmer was better, so he brought the quilt along too.

Now that he was prepared, Clark lay down on the recliner, covered himself with the quilt, and began searching for the sounds he wanted on Earth.

Only after truly starting this job did he know how boring it was. When monitoring, 90% of the information was useless. The content of these employees' chats was about the same as in any office in the world.

In the morning, they get coffee first, then go to the restroom to play on their phones, come back to work for a while, and then start researching what to eat for lunch. After lunch and a nap, they start counting the time to get off work.

In the time he spent listening, Clark took two naps. He felt there was really nothing worth listening to in this base, so he might as well monitor that woman named Amanda Waller, "She must be harboring some evil intentions."

However, after waking up from a nap, Clark wanted to use the restroom. The lunar environment wasn't very convenient for urinating anywhere, and the beverage bottles he brought up didn't have that large a caliber. Clark had no choice but to fly back to Earth to use the restroom.

Although flying this distance wasn't strenuous for Clark, it was really a bit troublesome. He couldn't fly back to Earth every time he needed to use the restroom, right?

This Moon was good in every way, but it was just a bit too desolate, with no supporting facilities at all. Clark, who grew up in a prosperous civilized society, couldn't adapt to this wilderness survival environment. But this monitoring was a long-term project; he might not hear important information in a day or two, so what should he do?

Of course, Clark could also hear it while sitting in his bedroom at Wei En Manor, but he just didn't want Batman to feel like he was a busybody who stayed at home every day. So even if it meant going the long way around, he had to go out every day.

But leaving Wei En Manor made it easy to be monitored by A. R. G. U. S., so he naturally had to choose a place far enough away, preferably not on Earth, which would be safer.

Where was a place that was neither on Earth nor too far from Earth, and also had convenient living facilities?

Clark suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of the Kryptonian ship in low Earth orbit.

Zod didn't know why he went to Earth, was caught, turned into a human-or-ghost monster, and was driven away by him. He felt this general should have no face to return to the ship, so now there should only be a few minions left on the ship; if he snuck back, he shouldn't be discovered.

Clark felt his idea was simply brilliant. He packed his things directly, started looking for the ship in low Earth orbit, found it soon after, and then snuck in through the hatch of the frigate.

The situation was completely beyond his expectations; there weren't just a few minions on this ship, but not a single person. Clark not only searched with his senses once but also personally searched the ship several times. Facts proved there was really no one left; it was now an empty ship.

Clark felt as if he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky; what could he say? It was also a bit too polite. He came from far away, not only didn't accomplish anything but also was gifted a ship. Thanks!

It had to be said that the ship built by the Kryptonians was indeed good. Never mind the privacy and security, the hemispherical floor-to-ceiling glass windows could take in the entire Earth at a glance. The hall was spacious and bright, the bedroom was comfortable and warm, and the entire ship was equipped with a gravity system, so using the restroom was no longer a problem. Sitting in the commander's seat, Clark felt like an upstart; it was simply too cool.

Sitting in the ship, Clark could still hear the movements on Earth. He was too lazy to monitor the base and directly started tracking Amanda Waller. And he tracked her at just the right time, coincidentally hearing a conversation between Amanda Waller and another voice.

"You know you have no choice. You are no longer that genius youth who controlled a massive business empire at a young age and used your inventions to add luster to the group. Now the Luthor Group no longer belongs to you, Mr. Luthor."

Amanda's footsteps sounded in the dim room; she paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, her tone becoming increasingly low: "Your sentencing result has already come down. If there are no accidents, you will spend three years in prison... Do you feel the court showed you any mercy?"

"No, no, no, what I mean is, three years from now will be your death date. And the three years they left you are just to make you spit out a bit more. Whether it's the military or the federal government, they all need your wisdom. Especially, in the situation where they cannot control Superman. I think you should understand what you will encounter in these three years."

"They are just about to send you to Belle Reve Penitentiary. If you don't know what kind of place this is, I can introduce it to you; it specifically detains supernatural criminals, that is, some super-powered individuals, which also includes high-IQ criminals like you. And coincidentally, I am the warden of this prison. So, can you understand what I mean?"

"You want me to work for you?" Another hoarse voice came. A hand reached onto the railing, gently gripped it, and then stood up. Emerging from the shadows was none other than Lex Luthor's face.

He no longer had hair, and he looked ten years older, appearing very weathered and exhausted.

"Yes, this is good for both of us." Amanda turned her head to look at him and said, "I can guarantee that during our cooperation, you can retain limited freedom. I will provide you with a very favorable environment, and can even help you resolve some troubles; perhaps in the future, you will have a chance to take back the Luthor Group, right?"

"Hahaha... Hahahahaha!" Lex suddenly laughed wildly, then grabbed the railing abruptly, stared fixedly at Amanda, and said, "Limited freedom? Favorable environment? Take back the Luthor Group? Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

"Once I agree, you are just letting me change to another place to sit in prison, still keeping me under strict guard. Whatever you say, I have to do; whatever you want, I have to invent. No... this is never possible!"

Amanda's expression sank, but her tone remained steady; she said: "This is not up to you, Mr. Luthor. Just as you said, you are destined to go to prison. At least I can arrange a place with a good environment for you, instead of throwing you directly into a multi-person cell full of supernatural criminals."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't agree now; after all, a pampered young master cannot imagine what kind of days the lowest-level prisoners in prison live. After you have experienced it personally, you will come to beg me."

Amanda turned and left. Lex, however, slumped back into his seat, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and began to tremble all over, his heartbeat began to accelerate, his breathing became rapid, and his blood pressure kept rising.

Clark, who was listening to all this, gasped; he even wanted to call an ambulance for Luthor. Fortunately, the police discovered it in time and took some rescue measures for him.

However, what Clark didn't expect was that Amanda would actually go find Luthor. But this could be considered reasonable. Although Luthor didn't have power-type super-abilities, he was a genius scientist who could invent all kinds of things; for any force, he was a rare talent.

Don't look at him now reduced to the point of being a prisoner; that was only because his level of struggle wasn't enough, he made one bad move after another in fighting with people, and in the end, he was used as a scapegoat, and he had no effective counter-measures. However, this didn't mean he wasn't a good scientist. After all, not everyone was like Newton, who was proficient in both magic and martial arts, grasping both party struggle and science, and both were quite tough. Most scientists couldn't figure out how to fight, and it didn't affect them leaving their names in history.

Even just for his invention and creation ability, many people would be willing to fish him out. It's just that Amanda was the first to get the moon, and it looked like Luthor had no room to refuse.

Just like Amanda said, throw him in prison for two days, and all his illnesses would be cured. Although Clark hadn't been to prison, he could imagine what kind of days were lived there, not to mention, it was a supernatural prison.

No, he couldn't let Amanda succeed, Clark thought; this damn intelligence chief wouldn't let him go. If she really got a few pieces of good equipment from Luthor, he would be even more troubled. Even just for this, he had to stir this matter up and ruin it.

And Clark had a very awkward feeling; although Luthor could be considered his enemy, he also admitted that Luthor was a very formidable scientist. If he didn't have that belly full of bad water, just based on his invention and creation ability, he could make quite a few contributions to human society. But he happened to choose the most wrong path, and Clark couldn't help but feel some regret; if he could really be a good scientist and promote human scientific progress, perhaps one day, there wouldn't be places like tent cities anymore, right?

He really didn't know how this young master developed such a twisted personality. Clark sighed in his heart; there wasn't just one alien in this world, nor was there just one super-powered individual, why did he have to target him?

Clark's emotions were actually very complex. From a rational perspective, he should help Luthor; but from an emotional perspective, he didn't want to save his enemy; after all, this guy almost kidnapped his mother.

Just when Clark was struggling in the ship, he suddenly heard Luthor's voice again. The other party appeared in the police station's infirmary, but seemed to have had a nightmare, kept shouting "No, no..."

This tone sounded very strange, not like an adult, but like a child, completely different from Luthor's usual urgent and fast tone, sounding even a bit pitiful.

Clark stopped his steps; he realized that Luthor might not have been born crazy; he might have had some unknown dark past. Clark had to admit that at this moment he was somewhat happy.

This wasn't him gloating, but he felt he had finally found a reason to save Luthor. If Luthor also became like this because of some bad experiences, then his committing various evil deeds couldn't be said to be entirely his fault; there was a certain element of being forced by circumstances.

In that case, Clark could go help him. He believed Martha would also definitely support him in doing so.

However, he couldn't go ask Luthor directly; Luthor definitely wouldn't tell him. Clark thought about it and felt that perhaps he could find some clues at Luthor Manor.

So he flew back to Earth, came above Luthor Manor, but found a large group of people moving things here. It was likely just as Amanda said, the Luthor Group had nothing to do with Luthor anymore, and this magnificent manor was likely to be cleared out as well.

Fortunately, there were many people and eyes here, so Clark snuck in without being discovered. Others were moving those valuable things; only he ran to the study, wanting to find if there were any clues.

Clark searched for a long time; the first thing he found was a group photo. However, there was only a man and a little boy in the photo; that little boy looked like he should be Lex Luthor, and the man was perhaps his father.