Chapter 445: Prelude to the Cold Wind (Part 2)

"Someone sold our location to those agents."

Bruce spoke up. He helped Clark up, laid him on the bed, and then explained: "Just a moment ago, Lex and I were both hunted. I went to save him first, then came to find you."

Before Clark could ask, Bruce continued: "His body is even weaker than yours. By the time I got there, he had already been knocked unconscious by the agents."

"Are those agents crazy?!"

Clark asked, completely bewildered. Bruce remained solemn and said: "At first, they might have thought we killed Benjamin, so it wouldn't be strange for them to hunt us."

"But now, it's very clear that someone has incited them. That is a madman who excels at stirring up hearts. They have completely turned the agents into our enemies. The situation is already a bit out of control."

"In other words, they really are crazy," Clark concluded.

"I..." Clark just wanted to say that he could take this group of people away from here, but Bruce, as if he had anticipated what he was going to say, continued in a low voice:

"Haven't you noticed? Some kind of power is affecting this manor. Everything here is starting to become a bit abnormal. I will find out the truth about all this; otherwise, this anomaly might affect the entire Metropolis."

"I've been wanting to say that." Clark hesitated, sighed, and still said: "I feel a bit uncomfortable. I felt this way when I first arrived here too."

"Under what circumstances do you have this feeling?" Bruce asked, frowning.

"I don't know. I've never been sick before; my body has always been very healthy, and I've never had this sensation," Clark said, very puzzled.

"That further proves there might be a problem under the manor." Bruce rubbed his chin and speculated: "Lex told me before that his father knew there might be evidence of secret human experiments conducted by previous mayors under the manor."

"This kind of human experimentation might be related to radiation. In other words, there might be a huge radiation source underground."

Clark immediately sat up from the bed and said: "We must find this thing! We cannot let it affect the citizens of Metropolis!"

"Right now, those agents treat us as enemies. They are searching for us throughout the entire manor. There are many of them, and every one of them has weapons."

"I am not afraid of them. No matter where I encounter them, I can escape, but you and Lex cannot. I cannot leave you two alone, because that madman has incited the agents; they might kill you without mercy."

"I... actually, I'll be fine if I just lie down for a while." Clark was still trying to sit up from the bed; he didn't want to be the one holding them back, but soon he discovered that things were getting worse and worse.

His strength was indeed recovering, but after reaching a certain level, the recovery speed slowed down. The range of his bio-field was the same, meaning the upper limit of his abilities was temporarily weakened.

"It has been exactly two hours since you first felt weak. I suspect the radiation under the manor might be periodic," Bruce reasoned very seriously.

"I have a bad premonition." Clark's expression also became serious. Having recovered a bit of strength, he sat up from the bed. He shook his head and appeared somewhat silent, as if it were difficult to explain the source of this intuition to Bruce.

Just then, a series of sounds came from the corridor again, sounding like running footsteps. Bruce walked to the door, opened a small crack to look, and discovered that the agents were running down from the stairwell in groups.

"We have to leave here. Do you still have the strength?"

Bruce tore off the bedsheet, twisted it into a rope, and then entered the washroom, tying the knot to a water pipe.

Clark hesitated, but the noise outside grew louder, so when Bruce jumped out of the window and reached the windowsill downstairs, Clark also walked to the window.

Bruce looked up at him, seemingly urging him silently, but Clark did not grab the bedsheet. Instead, under Bruce's surprised gaze, he flew out directly.

Although he was still weak, flying out of the window didn't require much strength, and since he only needed to descend two floors, the landing was very steady. Clark turned his head and said to Bruce beside him: "Alright, I admit, I do have some abilities that exceed those of ordinary people."

Just then, a window two floors diagonally above them was opened. Lex's head poked out, and he threw a coil of rope toward them. Bruce grabbed the rope, jumped, reached the balcony on the side, and then kicked off the wall to go up.

Clark made a gesture in place. After looking left and right to confirm there was no one else around, he took off from the ground and flew directly to Lex's room.

Lex glanced at Clark, then at Bruce, and said: "... He really is a helicopter engine turned into a person."

Bruce ignored him and walked directly to the center of the room. He examined the furnishings here and discovered that this room had not undergone modern renovations; it looked like a servant's room that had been abandoned for a long time.

"You have to pass through the secret passage downstairs to get up here. That place is not easy to walk through, so it's safe for now." Lex held onto the window frame and looked outside; the manor courtyard was full of agents.

Clark stepped forward, his tone a bit anxious: "We must think of a way quickly to find that thing that might have radiation, and we also have to resolve the misunderstanding with the agents..."

Lex frowned, a trace of malice appearing between his brows. He said: "Resolve the misunderstanding? I have no misunderstandings with dead people."

"You... you want to kill them all?" Clark widened his eyes, as if he had heard something incredible. He stammered: "This... this isn't necessary, right? Even if... but..."

"Did they hold back when they fired at you? They wanted to kill me; why can't I kill them?"

Lex reached out and touched the back of his neck, where there were still residual bloodstains from when he was attacked by the agents earlier.

He walked up to Clark and stared into his eyes: "Because of your strength, these ordinary people cannot cause you harm. Of course, you can pretend to be magnanimous and forgive them."

"But if Bruce hadn't arrived in time, I would definitely have died at their hands. I am just taking revenge."

Clark looked at him and fell silent, because he knew Lex was right, but he still resisted the act of killing.

Except for Clark, the other two had no expressions of interaction on their faces, because they knew the agents were not worth worrying about; they had plenty of ways to bypass these people. The only problem was the "comedian" who leaked their unknown information.

Just then, with a "Boom," the trapdoor on the floor was kicked open again.

This time, it wasn't footsteps that sounded first, but the sound of gunfire. The sound of automatic weapons was like a rainstorm. Clark, who had his back to the trapdoor, turned around instantly, stretched out his hands, and froze the bullets in mid-air.

And in another room, a person dressed as a politician leaning on a cane also walked out. He was covered in blood, and his arm was bent at a strange angle. He looked at the Joker and said:

Bruce climbed out first, Lex was a bit slower, and finally, Clark flew out directly in front of the agents. However, this time, there was no balcony directly below them; they had to jump diagonally downward.

"My Healing Game"

"Why is he tied there, and I am the one making the choice? Because I am the chosen people of the Lord. Blame the Lord for not choosing him. The abandoned people deserve to die!"

Clark, however, flew directly in the air and then supported Lex's two arms from below, jumping down with him. The two fell headlong onto the balcony. After climbing up, Lex's forehead was bruised, and Clark took two heavy breaths.

After his strength was weakened, his flight ability had changed from 360-degree free flight to something similar to gliding. Carrying a person who was not light in weight consumed quite a bit of Clark's stamina.

The few had no time for nonsense; they pulled open the door on the balcony and rushed in. Who knew there were guests in this room? Bruce could only lunge forward, knock out the lady who wanted to scream, and then drag her into the washroom.

When he walked out, he rolled up his sleeve and saw that his elbow joint was already swollen. The impact just now had caused him no small injury.

"This won't work. That person must be in a place like a surveillance room. He can see the situation in all the rooms, so he can provide the agents with detailed real-time location information."

"This way, we will always be in an encounter battle of being chased, and the other side not only has pistols but even automatic weapons. If we flee like this, we will only always be in a disadvantageous position."

As he spoke, Bruce looked around, wanting to find the location of the surveillance cameras, but the ceilings and walls of the English manor had many patterns, and the furniture also had all kinds of complex carvings, making it difficult to judge where the surveillance was installed.

However, that feeling of being watched made Bruce feel like he had thorns on his back. At this time, Lex spoke up: "We need to test if there is a delay from the surveillance camera to the surveillance screen? Is there a delay when the person on the other side sees the surveillance screen and calls the agents? Is there a delay when the agents receive the message and act?"

"Once these are combined, it is very likely to leave us a buffer period, and we can use these delays to set traps to deal with them."

"I was thinking the same thing." Bruce affirmed this idea, but then he looked at Lex and Clark and said: "The only problem is, both of your states are not good."

Bruce crossed his arms and stared at Lex: "If we want to test, we at least have to lead them around two more times. Your stamina might not support you running down."

"And him..." Bruce looked at Clark again and said: "Although I suspect that the radiation burst might be once every two hours, the data is insufficient, and the inference might not be accurate. Once it erupts midway, you will immediately lose the ability to act."

"But right now, I am much stronger than both of you." Clark stood out. He glanced at Lex and said: "You scout the path in front, and I can carry him."

"I am not afraid of bullets, I can fly, my speed is much faster than yours, and I can sense their location. Once I become weak, you leave immediately; don't worry about me. They can't kill me."

"I really don't know where your ridiculous confidence comes from?"

Lex stared straight at Clark and said: "Haven't you noticed yet? Those agents have already gone crazy. They dare to shoot at anyone."

"I am not saying they don't dare to kill me, but that they can't kill me."

At this moment, Clark's serious expression was filled with convincing power. He said:

"Impact, sharp weapons, bullets, flames, and all the weapons in this world—as long as I don't want to be hurt, nothing can harm me." ===== CHAPTER 446 =====