Chapter 4345

In silence, the work continued. Everyone was very focused, careful, and their movements were crisp and neat, seemingly without any flaws. But in fact, they were just constantly taking out a little bit of tissue from the original wound—completely inactive ones.

Three or four people surrounded one wound. This group of top doctors, using the most professional posture, were doing things that even intern surgical assistants could do, and they were also acting like they were facing a great enemy, very nervous.

And others were busy on the side, sometimes stepping forward to watch, sometimes researching and discussing. One was sitting on a chair drawing a cross-section, another was sitting there writing medical records, busy and hot.

At this time, the advantage of the English vocabulary barrier was reflected. Amanda could only hear that they were discussing some professional data, completely unable to understand what it was specifically. After all, every organ had a professional noun, and the parts of the organ had professional nouns of professional nouns. Just different muscles could be divided into I don't know how many words. So what they were talking about, except for professionals, no one could understand.

Amanda just listened to the noise, knowing they might have encountered some problems. She asked a few times, but the other party had an attitude of not bothering to explain to her at all. She had no way to pursue the question, because the professional vocabulary she mastered was also limited, and if she asked further, she would look particularly like an illiterate idiot, so she stopped asking.

It was also fortunate that Amanda exerted too much force and was too impatient, kidnapping professional doctors from various departments of various hospitals. Everyone was a top doctor, and their levels were about the same, and they had a lot to talk about regarding professional problems. If a few interns were really stuffed in, it might have been exposed.

Just like this, they were busy for a full ten hours. During the period, it wasn't that nothing was produced, and many reports were submitted. But Amanda personally couldn't understand these reports. She only knew that these things could be sold for money and could be used to exchange for benefits, so she was satisfied.

And she was even more eager for the doctors to cause less damage to the corpse, so that after she got the professional data, she could sell the corpse again. Naturally, the more complete the quality, the better, so that it could be sold at a price.

And these ten hours were naturally the process of the three energies in Clark's body interacting and finally merging into one. This was also why he fought in his body for such a long time without any external intervention—all the doctors in the room were dragging time for him.

Dr. Niemann, who had just sent out a part of the necrotic tissue section, suddenly discovered that the tissue under the epidermis of Superman's chest cavity was poking its head out like a newborn tender bud. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Turn the corpse over, I want to see the penetrating wound on the back."

Everyone moved immediately and turned the corpse over. This move made Amanda very satisfied; they had been researching for ten hours, and finally progressed to the next step.

In fact, it was because the wound on the back was actually very small, about the thickness of a finger, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't even see it, and it was relatively easy to cover up.

Niemann also made a dissatisfied gesture and said: "Our speed is too slow, I still want to go home early. How about this, from now on, change shifts every twenty minutes, and everyone must extract tissue from it without stopping. Before changing shifts, no one is allowed to go rest."

The doctors' eyesight was also top-notch, and they naturally discovered the abnormality long ago. They immediately understood Dr. Niemann's intention—the so-called "not allowed to go rest" and "continuous work" was actually just keeping their heads down and researching the corpse, so that the wound could be covered up.

Because the camera was set up above, as long as the doctors bent down to research the wound, the camera couldn't see the wound clearly, and naturally couldn't see whether the wound had changed.

So, the few doctors in the room started to change shifts, working without stopping, either lowering their heads to carefully extract tissue from near the wound, or handing the things they took out to the assistant beside them without raising their heads.

This led to Amanda, who was staring at the camera, not being able to see what the wound had become at all, and naturally didn't discover that the muscle tissue was healing at an astonishing speed.

Maintaining this posture was very hard, and the doctors' sweat kept dripping onto the masks of their protective suits, but not a single person made a sound, as if they were silently keeping their vows.

Click, click. The room was so quiet that only the sound of the clock's hands turning remained. Finally, when it was Dr. Niemann's turn, the small wound on his back healed completely.

When he put his hand on Superman's chest, he heard the heartbeat that had gradually recovered from weak to strong and powerful. Sweat dripped again, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. He finally straightened up slowly, looked at his colleagues, and said: "The surgery is over. Everyone has worked hard."

Amanda, who heard this sentence, subconsciously looked at the screen, but found that all the doctors didn't move. She immediately said somewhat angrily: "What are you doing? Hurry up and work!"

"I am very sorry, ma'am. I have already completed the mission I should have." Dr. Niemann made a cross on his chest, put his hand on his forehead, stretched out two fingers pointing upwards, made a prayer gesture, and then said, "I once swore before God to use all the skills God gave me to help others, and never let the Lord be shamed. I did it. Amen."

"What are you doing!!!" Amanda was furious, not even noticing that the fingers of the corpse lying on the experimental table moved.

A few minutes later, fully armed soldiers rushed into the laboratory. Amanda walked out of the crowd, just wanting to say something, but met a pair of blue eyes.

Superman sat up, and then floated above the experimental table unhurriedly, saying: "I once thought that calling oneself God was too arrogant a thing. But even if there is such a righteous person in this world, I should let him be saved."

"I never felt I had the power to judge others before, but even if there is only one sinner like you in the world, judgment and killing are no longer sins."

"I am never good at letting people down."

Zzz—!!!

His eyes shot out laser beams abruptly. Amanda still maintained a shocked expression, and then, a blood line spread from her forehead to her jaw, followed by her chest and abdomen. In the shocked eyes of everyone, she was cut in half from the middle, and her corpse fell to both sides slowly.

Superman soared into the sky, and in the gaze of the helicopter, took a deep breath, and a horizontal laser directly burned the ceiling of the entire base. The room was exposed, and countless corpses and specimens welcomed the long-lost sunlight.

Clark had already discovered that the laser light emitted from his eyes was no longer the original red. A strange power was surging in his chest, as if the energy he obtained through sun rays had been converted into something else.

He had never liked using laser light before; it was too violent and specialized in destruction. But for some reason, now he felt that this new power gave him the ability to create. So he decided to try.

People in the building all ran out. And in the gaze of the crowd, the laser emitted by the figure flying in mid-air hit the building, but it didn't destroy the building, but turned into purple light to wrap the building, lifting it up slowly.

This mysterious energy wrapped the building and followed Superman to fly towards the downtown area of Metropolis.

And just in the central square of Metropolis, at this moment, there were Christmas decorations everywhere. People were picking out their favorite gifts on the street, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going.

Suddenly, a huge shadow shrouded them. In the center of the square, the building was put down, quietly and noiselessly. The bottom was smoothed very flat, so it was completely balanced, simply like a building that grew out of the square. And that figure floating in the air was none other than Superman, who appeared on the front page of the newspaper in the morning and was claimed to have died.

"Superman! It's Superman!"

"Great, Superman didn't die!!"

"He didn't die! I knew he didn't die!"

Everyone screamed, looking at the figure constantly descending in the air. And another purple light flashed, and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet suddenly appeared on the roof of the building closest to Superman.

The editor-in-chief was very confused at first, until Clark pointed to the building below for him. The keen sense of a news person was completely activated when he saw the corpses piled up in the room with the ceiling cut off. He pounced on it like a hungry wolf.

Soon, countless reporters flocked to that building. Then came helicopters and fighter jets; they all aimed at Superman, seemingly gaining confidence from the previous death of Superman.

People standing on the ground looked up at the sky; they all wanted to know what ending Superman would give this group of people. Would he kill them? Or would he be soft-hearted like before and remain indifferent to their attacks?

But what exceeded everyone's expectations was that Superman had been hovering in mid-air without moving, letting helicopters and fighter jets fly around him. Police cars also gathered more and more until they blocked the intersection.

Countless scenes of memories flashed in Clark's mind: the student's parent who came to thank him after he saved the school bus and promised never to tell about his abnormality; the forest ranger who said nothing after seeing him fly to save people from the fire; the sailor who discovered he used super-abilities to save people during deep-sea fishing but pretended not to see; the policeman who clearly knew he still had a heartbeat and the wound was healing, but used a body bag to cover his wound; those doctors who clearly knew he wasn't dead but joined hands to deceive Amanda, winning enough time for his recovery...

For these people, he had no room for failure, no right to be weak. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles were on this road, he could only succeed.

Once, he wanted to be responsible for everyone, but never thought about the meaning of doing so; he also wanted to make this world better, but couldn't find enough motivation. But at this moment, he knew he must forge a steel body, difficulties couldn't knock him down, hardships couldn't defeat him, he would be strong when meeting the strong, and persist to the end, just to become the last line of defense in their falling process. If society cannot lift it, if God cannot save it—then I will.

In full view of everyone, Superman's figure suddenly disappeared. Just when everyone thought he had finished his mission and left, a bigger shadow shrouded the sky over Metropolis.

A mountain fell in front of everyone, and was also exposed to the encirclement of guns, with majestic terrain and magnificent buildings, like the descent of heaven.

The onlookers looked up and gazed, and soon recognized the landmark buildings there. They usually called this area—"Capitol Hill."

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