Chapter 442

When Selina ran up from the stairs, she never expected that there would be someone at the stair entrance. Seeing Clark's shadow cast on the stairs, she instinctively dodged to the left, followed by a roll, and slipped past Clark's side.

The matter happened too suddenly, and Selina's movements were too fast. The agents chasing behind saw Clark blocking the stair entrance, and thought he was Selina's accomplice, firing at Clark without thinking.

Of course, bullets couldn't cause any harm to Clark. The biological field made him invulnerable to knives and guns. However, Clark was a bit angry. Although he was kind, he also had a temper. This group of people rushing toward him fired real bullets without saying a word. If this were an ordinary person, wouldn't they lose their life? How could they be so irresponsible?

He didn't know that this group of agents had been made furious by the slippery Catwoman. Catwoman didn't have the ability to fight head-on, but her ability to sneak attacks, block positions, and kite in the dark was one of the best. She took advantage of the dim light in the corridor, sneak-attacked and knocked out several agents, making other agents furious, not even looking for their boss Benjamin anymore, chasing Catwoman all the way from downstairs to here.

"Stop!" Clark shouted loudly: "There are ordinary people here, how can you fire randomly?!!"

That group of agents really paused for a moment, because they had never seen a person like Clark. When they performed missions, ordinary people would either scream and run away, or squat on the side with their hands covering their heads. Being able to block their pursuit path directly like this, it was really the first time.

"We are performing a mission, move aside immediately!"

"But you just fired at me! Do you have a permit? Who allowed you to attack civilians!" Clark questioned loudly. Those few agents were even more confused. They didn't understand where this greenhorn came from, actually daring to stand up to the FBI?

They didn't know that Clark was a small-town youth. Until now, the farthest place he had been to was a seed factory in southern Delaware. Even the police in Metropolis hadn't seen much. Expecting him to have knowledge of agents was impossible.

The person leading held a pistol in both hands, stepped forward cautiously for two steps, and stared fixedly at Clark's face. Clark said to them: "Stop! Don't come forward again! No matter what you are doing, I cannot let you break into the place where ordinary people stay!"

That leading agent looked back at the people behind him, and then said: "Perform the mission, subdue him first and then talk!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of pistols firing sounded. Clark's complexion sank. When his face became serious, there was a kind of awe-inspiring aura.

Instantly, the biological field expanded, all bullets stopped in mid-air, and then fell down like raindrops.

"Bai Meng Shu"

The agents widened their eyes. They reacted. Among them, a three-person team rushed toward Clark. Just when Clark intended to subdue them, the two agents behind him ran past him quickly, continuing to chase Selina.

Arriving at the corridor on this floor, the agents discovered that there was no shadow of Selina in the corridor at all. They could only check room by room.

Pushing open the first room door in the corridor, inside was Lex sitting in front of the table. One of the agents walked up, just wanting to ask him questions, but another agent pulled him. He whispered to his colleague: "This is old Luthor's son, seems to suffer from autism. It's useless for you to ask him."

Looking at Lex's somewhat sluggish expression, that agent shook his head, waved his hand, indicating the people behind him to enter the room to search. However, another agent stopped him again, saying: "We cannot search the Luthor family's room. If Lionel Luthor comes back in a moment, we will have trouble!"

Saying this, he said to the others: "Check simply, leave quickly."

A few agents had hesitant expressions, clearly all knowing old Luthor was not easy to provoke. They rummaged through the things in the room hastily, and then left. After the agents left, Selina walked out from the washroom and said: "Thanks."

At this time, it happened to be Clark who had gotten rid of the agents' entanglement returning. Seeing Selina, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What's going on, you should be that Bruce's girlfriend, right? Why are you being chased by those people?"

"It's very hard to explain to you." Selina didn't want to talk nonsense, stepped forward and was about to leave. But just at this time, gunshots came from downstairs again.

Selina furrowed her brows. She listened carefully for a while, discovering that the gunshots should be from the direction of the utility room where Bruce and Benjamin were staying. She ran out immediately, Clark chased behind her, Selina asked while running: "Why are you following me?!"

"Is the one firing again that group of agents?! How can they be like this? I have to go and protect the ordinary people here!"

Selina opened her mouth. She also didn't know whether bringing Clark to Bruce's side was a good idea. However, at this moment, Clark rushed out at a speed that Selina's naked eyes couldn't capture, making her have no chance to stop him at all.

Bruce, who was dealing with the agents, really didn't expect that the first one to arrive was Clark.

Originally, Bruce had already finished asking Benjamin questions. He led the agents over just wanting the agents to save Benjamin. After all, Benjamin had taken two heavy hits. If he were frozen for a night without anyone discovering him, there might be a life danger. Bruce didn't want his life.

However, Clark's intervention made the situation very hard to control. Originally, Bruce could use those advanced equipment he retrieved before to get rid of the agents very quickly. But now, Clark was determined to sanction this group of agents who fired randomly.

Clark's tactic was mainly "great strength creates miracles." Facing such a strong enemy, the agents fired bullets as if they didn't need money. Clark could use the biological field to be immune to long-distance bullet attacks, but Bruce couldn't. The narrow corridor was filled with stray bullets from all directions. Bruce couldn't run out for a while, only forced to join this chaotic battle.

When Selina ran up from the stair entrance, she was dazzled by the fire light of the firing for a moment. She also didn't understand why the policy of avoiding agents originally changed to fighting a chaotic battle with agents. However, seeing Bruce who was dodging stray bullets, Selina also had no choice but to join the battlefield.

There were not only these few people and agents in the manor, but also many banquet participants who were driven back to the guest rooms. This time the scale of the gunshots was very big, and many agents' guns didn't have silencers, making the range of the gunshots spread even further. Many people didn't know why, pushing open the room doors preparing to check the situation.

Originally, there were agents guarding outside, so they weren't easy to walk around. But now, the agents in the corridor were gone, so the crowd all walked out. Once there were many people, the noise was endless.

At first it was still discussion and speculation, but after being locked in this ghost place for a night, unable to leave until now, people's anger was very high, and after not long, they started arguing.

Although most of the people invited to this banquet were upper-class figures, there was a criterion for arguing that didn't change, that is, whoever had a loud voice seemed to have more reason.

On one side of the corridor, the celebrities participating in the banquet were arguing loudly.

"They locked us in this damn ghost place! Now they are playing gunfights again, do they also want us to die from stray bullets?"

"Damn it, what kind of ghost place is this? Are we here to participate in a banquet or to fight a war?"

"That group of dog-shit agents won't let us out! And won't guarantee our safety either. I must file a complaint against them!"

"Stop bragging, old Damon! You can't even touch the threshold of the FBI, go home and eat your farmer's lunch box!"

"Dog shit, can you stop arguing?! Who go and find a gun, we have to protect ourselves..."

On the other side of the corridor, Clark, Bruce, and Selina were fighting fiercely with that group of agents.

The tactic of "great strength creates miracles" was very suitable for Clark, because his strength was really too great, and he was immune to long-distance attacks of bullets. In this narrow corridor, he was simply like entering an uninhabited land.

Bruce also didn't want to be outdone. He was a human emperor who had practiced positioning in Shiler's dream. Dodging bullets and fighting were both correct. Selina also assisted on the flank. The three people and a group of agents fought back and forth.

Rather, that this group of agents could fight back and forth with the three of them could also be called a miracle.

Actually, it was mainly because Clark just wanted to subdue them and didn't want to hurt people, so he had to control his strength. Bruce could only exert average level in encounter battles, and Selina was even less good at head-on fighting.

During this period of time, the gunshots were endless like setting off firecrackers, plus the mixture of high and low sounds of arguing on the other side, it was like a symphony sounding in the manor.

Then, at this time, what was Shiler doing?

That's right, Shiler, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up again.

His eyes hadn't opened yet, and he heard coming from downstairs:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Xiu! Xiu xiu!"

"Dog shit!", "You are the dog shit!", "Shut up!", "Oh——"

"Boom!"

"Clatter——clatter——"

Shiler closed his eyes, sat up from the bed, took a deep breath, and lowered his head to look at his watch.

Very good, this sleep duration broke the record for tonight. One sleep lasted 26 minutes.

Shiler walked slowly to the storage rack in the guest room, took down a wine glass from the cup rack above, and after sitting back on the bed, there was an extra bottle of wine in his hand. Once the stopper was opened, a rich and intoxicating wine aroma permeated.

Shiler poured a little wine into the bottom of the glass, then raised his head and drank it in one gulp. The wine bottle disappeared, and the glass fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces. Under the effect of the crazy wine, Shiler entered a more stable dream.

Arriving at the center of the mind palace, Shiler walked toward a hole in the center of the open space in the middle. While walking, he whispered to himself:

"Fortunately, I didn't fill this hole. I said, there must be a time when it will come in handy."

Arriving at the hole side, Shiler didn't think at all, and jumped down directly. Passing through the bizarre phantoms, when he landed on the ground, what first came into view was a lawn.

Shiler just took a step forward, with a "zeng," a man wearing a black robe and a pale face appeared in front of him. Shiler greeted him: "Long time no see, Dream God Morpheus."

Morpheus didn't have any intention to exchange pleasantries with him at all. He stared vigilantly at Shiler and asked: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to come to you to borrow a path, to go into someone's dream."

"Who?"

"Joker Jack."