Chapter 451: Scream Poem Return (Part 2)

"I can very responsibly tell you that someone found old Luthor's corpse in the washroom of the reception room. He is already dead, and he was dismembered."

"Poor little Luthor lost his father, oh, and poor Luthor Group, also lost its leader."

When the Joker finished this sentence, the atmosphere in the entire manor condensed. Everything became quiet, with only the howling wind and snow outside the window.

Batman in the surveillance room saw that the people who had just pressed the button froze in front of the phone. Some people stretched out their hands again, seemingly hesitating whether to change.

One old man, over fifty years old, with graying temples, one hand on his hip, one hand holding the phone, said with full breath:

"The Luthor Group is finished! I am sure that the entire Luthor Group relies entirely on Luthor alone. But he also deserves it. When he was alive, he grabbed all the power in his hands. His son is a fool again. This is good!"

Many people had the same thoughts as him. They were all old foxes who had been floating in the business sea for a lifetime. They couldn't say they knew the Luthor Group inside and out, but they knew a lot. The entire Luthor Group was actually entirely under the control of Lionel Luthor.

In their understanding, if old Luthor died and there was no successor, the group would definitely be finished.

Soon, many people thought that now, the only legitimate successor to the Luthor Group was hanging on the roof. As long as a button was pressed, he would be blown to death.

Once he died, the Luthor Group would completely lose the possibility of turning over. Not to mention that some people who were familiar with Luthor could take the opportunity to divide the corpse, just the market vacated after the Luthor Group fell was enough to feed many people.

But many people were still a bit hesitant, because they felt that Lex had no threat. An autistic patient who couldn't speak well until now, even if he lived, what could he do? Could he do business? Could he turn the tide in the situation where the controller of the Luthor Group suddenly died?

These insiders knew that even if he were mentally normal, it would be very difficult to do these things.

Batman saw that a few yellow dots suddenly appeared in the blue area. He looked carefully at the rooms flashing yellow. The people there all looked like some distributors. Recalling the conflicts between the Luthor Group and some agricultural product and seed distributors in the East Coast, this was not unexpected.

But Batman knew clearly that the Joker wouldn't let Lex go so simply. Sure enough, his voice sounded again:

"I know, everyone is very curious about the cause of old Luthor's death. It is very unfortunate to tell you that he was killed by Lex Luthor."

"Little Luthor is actually not an autistic patient. Not only is his intelligence and mind normal, but he even possesses incomparable wisdom. He designed a complex trap, killed his father, and dismembered him."

And at this time, Clark, who was hanging in mid-air, spoke up: "It's not like that, Lex he..."

He even wanted to explain for Lex. His voice was loud enough, and it should have been able to reach the guest rooms of the residents, but no one listened to him.

After the Joker gave a few examples to explain Lex's wisdom, in an instant, the blue reflected on Batman's face turned into yellow. Many people changed their minds; they pressed another button.

"He actually harmed his father? He is really crazy. This murderer should die."

"No, he is too smart. Once he leaves here alive, the Luthor Group might not necessarily dissolve. That will affect my business..."

"All the damn Luthors should die!"

"I knew it long ago, I knew it long ago, there are no good people in that family! Since the police don't come to catch you, then you should die!"

At this time, the Joker took the mobile phone in his other hand to his ear. He listened to what the other side was saying, and then shouted out:

"Good! It seems that the vast majority of people changed their choice. They chose—Lex Luthor!"

"No!

" Clark shouted loudly. He was full of pain, panting non-stop, struggling with his last bit of strength, and shouted loudly:

"That scumbag has been subjecting him to domestic violence! Beating him until he was covered in injuries, and making him pretend to be autistic to control him. And Lex didn't do it on purpose; he is also a victim..."

Clark tried every means to defend Lex. Through the reflection of the floor tiles, he saw that Lex was already weak to the extreme at this time.

The wound on the back of Lex's neck started bleeding again, bringing a thick smell of blood. His head hung down, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was almost unable to speak, and even his breathing started to become weak.

In the final analysis, Lex was just a teenager. During the time he was controlled by Lionel, he had no opportunity to exercise or train his body. On the contrary, the drugs Luthor had used on him had a bad effect on his body, making him thinner than ordinary people.

No matter how genius his brain was, it needed blood supply. And it was very clear that his blood flow speed and blood pressure were not very optimistic now, almost on the verge of coma.

"Look, Clark Kent! I said long ago, he is such a saint!"

The Joker walked to the center of the room, stretched out his arm and pointed at Clark, saying: "My praise for him is not exaggerated at all!"

"Even knowing that this is a life-or-death game, he is still defending his friend Lex! He didn't think, if Lex escapes, he has to die? No! Of course he knows!"

"But he is just so willing to sacrifice himself to save others, just like Jesus walking in the present world!"

There were all kinds of exaggerated praise words pouring out of the Joker's mouth.

However, the voting situation didn't reverse. The rope tied to Lex was pulled up bit by bit. At this time, Batman finally determined that the Joker had accomplices.

The rope hanging the two people and the mechanism on the roof beam were not automatic. That is to say, there must be another person pulling the rope for the two to be pulled up.

Clark looked up, watching Lex get closer and closer to the bomb, and shouted loudly: "No!

!"

Suddenly, the speed of the rope pulling slowed down. Although Lex was still rising, the speed was much slower, looking like he was still a long distance from the bomb.

At this time, the Joker spoke. He looked into Clark's eyes and said: "Do you know? Clark, you really did me a big favor."

"Perhaps you don't know how smart this guy named Lex Luthor is, but another guy who is equally annoying told me that he might be one of the smartest people in the world."

"Deceived Kangxi"

"I hate dealing with this kind of person. You really don't know how much effort I spent to deal with him, but there was no effect at all!"

"He is different from you. It's not that you can be deceived by pretending to be some mysterious agent and making a phone call."

"That phone call was really made by you!

" Clark said angrily. He was simply furious, feeling like a clown being played around by others.

"That's right, a scam that couldn't be simpler, but you still fell for it, Clark. I deliberately disguised myself as an agent to guide you to the washroom to find Lionel's corpse, making you distrust Lex."

"No way..." The Joker pursed his lips, showed a sad expression, and said: "I am just an ordinary comedian, a humble Joker that no one loves. How can I compare to a genius like Lex?"

"I called him, disguised as various identities to persuade him, thought of all kinds of reasons to incite him, but it was completely ineffective."

"Dealing with him is too difficult, but dealing with you is too simple. Therefore, I chose to let such a powerful and righteous you deal with him."

Clark's chest started to heave non-stop. He bit his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his mouth trembled because of violent anger.

"It doesn't matter, Clark, really..." The Joker said in an almost gentle voice: "You are indeed upholding justice. He is a hateful murderer who killed his biological father."

"What? You say Lionel abused him? But look..."

As he spoke, the Joker bent his two hands into arcs, placed them by his mouth as a megaphone, and shouted loudly:

"Little Luthor killed his father because Lionel Luthor is a pervert who is addicted to domestic violence! He beat little Luthor until he was covered in injuries, abused him, controlled him, and constantly hurt him!"

"Little Luthor was just taking revenge! He just took advantage of today's opportunity, borrowed other people's hands, killed his father, and dismembered him!"

The Joker shouted very loudly. Although his broken gong voice sounded a bit harsh, Clark knew very well that the guest rooms on the floors above could all hear it.

However, the voting result didn't change at all. Lex was still rising slowly, starting to get closer and closer to the bomb.

"Do you see it? The truth you are trying to explore, the justice you want to uphold, no one cares."

The Joker seemed to be saying to Clark, but Batman could feel that his voice, through the screen of the surveillance room, pointed straight at his heart. Batman knew that the Joker was saying this to him, because he was the only audience in this absurd drama.

"No." Clark's low voice came. His tone revealed a calmness and firmness that even surprised Batman.

"I wanted to sanction Lex because I felt he killed someone. I knocked him out to ensure that others wouldn't be harmed by him."

"And in the end, he and I were tied here, not because my heart wanting to uphold justice was wrong, but just because I didn't conduct a more detailed investigation before doing this, and easily listened to a liar's ghost story."

"This is my only mistake. The one who is wrong is me, not the heart that wants to uphold justice and fairness," Clark said almost word by word.

"And in this whole thing, if one person must be pointed out as wrong, the person who is wrong must be you, you damn madman."

"If you hadn't held some ridiculous comedy performance, no one would be trapped here, no one would have to make a choice, no one would die."

"However, if you must find someone to play this childish game with you, then I can only tell you, you found the wrong person."

Following his words, he exerted force from his waist, shook the rope hard, and the whole figure swung out directly. And because the rope was very long, after swinging twice, he hit the railing of the second-floor skylight.

In this process, Clark twisted his body, letting his chest face the railing. First, the railing and the rope binding the Kryptonite rubbed against each other. Immediately after, with a "clatter," the Kryptonite that wasn't tied firmly in the first place was squeezed out directly, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Clark was hanging very high. Therefore, when the Kryptonite fell to the ground, it was still a distance from him. Almost instantly, Clark recovered some strength. His arms exerted force, he immediately broke free from the rope, and then flew into mid-air.

The Joker looked up at him from below and said through gritted teeth: "What do you want to do?! Save Lex, this hateful murderer? Is this the justice you want to uphold?!"

"No." Clark denied this point. His eyes shone brilliantly in the light reflected by the blizzard. His low voice echoed in the manor, like a divine sound from heaven:

"If it was my mistake that led to all this, if it was my mistake that gave you a reason to deny justice..."

"Then I will personally make up for all this."

As he spoke, he made a turn in the air, then broke a window closest to him, and "swished" flew out of the window, arriving above the mayor's mansion.

His face was still a bit pale, and the sense of weakness and powerlessness hadn't passed, but he tried hard to concentrate and squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body. His eyes started to emit dazzling brilliance.

When the red heat vision erupted from his eyes and swept across the land around the mayor's mansion, everyone opened their windows and looked up at the figure in mid-air that was like a god.

The heat vision shot from his eyes circled the entire manor. All the places plowed had a deep gully. The entire manor was like a cake cut by a knife, completely separated from the surrounding land.

And at this time, everyone felt the floor under their feet shake violently. They dropped the phones in their hands and fell to the ground, but their eyes kept staring outside the window.

The blizzard was getting bigger and bigger. Between the flying snowflakes, they saw the entire mayor's mansion fly up—

Or rather, it was lifted up. ===== CHAPTER 452 =====