Chapter 605

Looking at that medal, Clark widened his eyes in shock and said: "This is the Soviet Union... My god! They are Soviet spies!"

He wiped the medal with his finger again, put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, and said: "That's right, this is the logo I saw on TV; my father told me that the country opposite... what is it called again?"

"I remember, my father and mother even had a fight because of this, because my father didn't believe the propaganda of the US government, felt that the country opposite was also not bad, and my mother said he was grandstanding..."

Clark seemed to have fallen into a kind of memory; obviously, during his growth process, he could often hear the name of that distant country, and then he lowered his head to look at the two people lying on the ground and said: "But why do they want to monitor me? Could it be that they want to use me to destroy the United States?"

The Bat-Cat jumped onto the table opposite Clark and said: "You believe it just like that, that they are really spies of the country represented by the medal in your hand?"

"Uh, otherwise?" Clark was stunned by his question.

"When you do bad things, do you write your name on your face?" The Bat-Cat asked somewhat helplessly.

"I haven't done bad things." Clark shook his head and said very seriously; the Bat-Cat covered his eyes with his paws again and said: "If they are really spies of a certain country, why do they specifically have to bring an identity proof when performing a mission? Is it just to let you know who they are when you knock them down?"

Clark only then reacted and said: "That's right, how could spies bring identity proof on them? They should wish that no one knew who they were, right?"

Clark is not stupid; he just hasn't experienced this kind of thing; after all, his life before was far from being so magnificent.

Before going to college, his daily routine was very regular; he worked at sunrise and rested at sunset; besides doing farm work, he watched TV, or sat with his family and chatted; he was a pure small-town youth.

But ever since he was involved in the Metropolis mystery, experienced a series of strange and bizarre things in the Mayor's manor, his peaceful life was broken; now, Clark wants to return to that kind of peaceful and simple life, which is impossible, because he already knows that someone has targeted him.

For his own sake, especially for the safety of his family, Clark had to fight; he tried hard to concentrate his thinking, looked at the Bat-Cat and said: "If they are not KGB, then who are they? And why are they carrying a Soviet medal?"

At this time, Pikachu jumped down from the sofa, also jumped onto the table where the Bat-Cat was, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

He took out a detective's thinking, and then said: "Let's stand from their perspective and look at it again; in their previous monitoring of you, they learned that you might just be a very simple college student, even more simple than the ordinary citizens of Metropolis."

Clark nodded and didn't feel ashamed to admit this point; he said: "When I first came to Metropolis, many people said this to me, saying I was a bumpkin from the countryside, but I feel that this is nothing worth being ashamed of; my parents raised me with their own labor; who isn't like this? Am I not integrating very well now?"

"Indeed, their information might have a delay; they don't know that you might have changed now, especially don't know that the cat you brought back today can speak, and can also reason." Pikachu didn't know where he took out a pipe and put it in his mouth, then continued to say:

"If according to your original simple personality, and then seeing this medal for a moment, what would you think?"

"I am a bit angry." Clark frowned; he lifted his legs, moved away from the two people lying there, and said: "No matter who they are, they can't just break into my house like this; this is illegal!"

"So what if I have special abilities? Did I use them to commit crimes? I was clearly using these abilities to do good things, but they wanted to use me." Clark rarely revealed such a serious expression; obviously, he did not approve of these people's behavior at all.

Superman is not a complete good guy; in many cases, his willpower to adhere to his principles is no less than Batman's, and when his own domain is offended, he will also be very angry.

"That's right, if you were still as simple and impulsive as before, and hadn't experienced this kind of thing, maybe, when you saw this identity proof, you would have gone to find trouble with the country represented by this medal because of anger; at the very least, you might also have found their base in Metropolis, and then gone to them to ask for an explanation."

Clark thought about it, nodded slowly, and said: "If it weren't for you, maybe I really would have done that; after all, once I think they are spies, and now they have broken into my dormitory, I might very well associate them with threatening my parents, and I would definitely go to deal with them."

"That's right, this is their purpose."

"For a small-town youth who hasn't been in the city for long, this little trick is enough; you are not Batman, thinking about a thing at least ten times before acting..."

"A hundred times." The Bat-Cat snorted coldly and said.

"So, these two people are very likely opponents of the KGB, opponents of the KGB... it wouldn't be the CIA, right?" Clark frowned, scratched his head, and said: "Is the CIA so despicable? Knowing I have superpowers, they go to frame the other party, wanting to use me to use my superpowers to deal with them?"

"All intelligence agencies in this world are equally despicable; you can't do this line of work by being upright." The Bat-Cat shook his head and said.

"Then it seems I have no way; I can't deal with my country's intelligence department on my country's territory, right? My parents still live here." Clark said somewhat aggrievedly.

"Don't worry, let's look at these two people first, see if we can find any evidence on them; if he really left some evidence, it can make you occupy the initiative."

The Bat-Cat jumped down from the table, then circled around the two people, first checked their clothes pockets, then let Clark flip the two of them over, and checked their eyes and mouths.

These two people were really cleaner than their faces; since that's the case, that medal seemed even more suspicious; Clark sighed and said: "I'll take them both and fly out first, find a hidden place to put them down, otherwise, if classmates come back and see them, my trouble will be big."

Clark looked up at the watch and exclaimed, saying: "Just now! I have to be fast, they are about to finish class!"

After Clark threw the two people into the corner of a small alley and flew back, he saw through the window that Pikachu and the Bat-Cat were saying something; he didn't think too much, and flew in directly through the window.

"Hey! We just discussed a method." Pikachu waved at Clark and said: "You are alone and weak, and have no connections, but you can completely find friends to help."

"Find friends to help? Who can help me? Opposite is the Central Intelligence Agency, who has a way to deal with them?"

Pikachu "whooshed" and jumped onto Clark's shoulder; Clark turned his head to look at him; Pikachu said: "Did you forget? You still have to send me to a certain guy named Luthor; I don't want to stay with this annoying cat anymore; let's go find him."

"The Luthor family is the local snake of Metropolis, and is one of the top groups in the world; if they want to contact the CIA and warn them, it must be easier than you."

Clark thought about it, and it was indeed such a principle; although he is a small-town youth, Lex is the only person in charge of the Luthor family now; last time, they met at the Mayor's manor; Clark, I feel that his relationship with Lex is not bad.

Even if he owes Lex a favor, he must ensure that his parents will not be targeted by people from the intelligence agency; Clark thought this way, carried the pet box containing Pikachu, and knocked on the door of the Luthor manor.

In the Luthor manor, Lex was wearing a cervical correction device; at this time, the butler was adjusting the position of the instrument for him; it could be clearly seen that there was a large bruise on his chin; it was known without saying what kind of weapon caused it.

Hearing the knocking sound, Lex was stunned for a moment; he waved his hand at the butler and said: "If it's those old friends of my father, just say I'm injured, recuperating, and business matters will be discussed later."

The butler nodded and went; after a while, he came back and said to Lex: "It's a person who calls himself Clark Kent, carrying a pet box in his hand; looking at his dress, he seems to be a college student."

Lex opened his eyes, turned his eyeballs, and then said to the butler: "Let him in."

After Clark entered, he kept looking at the luxurious decoration inside the Luthor manor; Lex stood in the center of the hall, hugging his arms and said: "How about it? You haven't seen such a house in the countryside, right?"

"Indeed haven't seen it; my small wooden house can't compare with here." Clark looked up while walking forward, almost bumped into the table; he shook his legs somewhat embarrassedly, and then kept praising.

Lex had a stomach full of sarcastic words, which were held back, because he could feel that Clark was not being sarcastic, but was sincerely praising; the so-called "don't hit a smiling person with your hand"; if he mocked Clark for being ignorant from a high position at this time, it would appear a bit childish.

So, he curled his lips and didn't speak, then turned to the butler and said: "Go prepare dinner."

"Oh, are you keeping me for dinner? That's just right; I haven't eaten anything except a hot dog in the morning; I've been busy until now, and I'm still quite hungry." Clark reached out and touched his stomach.

Lex had just wanted to say "If you have something to say, say it quickly, don't disturb my dinner", but Clark blocked his words again; now saying not to keep Clark for dinner would appear a bit stingy.

Three minutes after meeting, Lex had already been choked back two breaths by Clark; the good news is that he felt his chin didn't hurt anymore; the bad news is that he felt his heart hurt.

Clark exhaled, turned back, walked into the house and said: "What's the matter with you? Are you here to show off that you caught up with an airplane today?"

"Hmm? How did you know... no, I'm not here to say this; I'm here to give you this." Clark caught up with Lex, stopped him, and then put the pet box in front of him.

As soon as the door of the pet box opened, a yellow mouse jumped out; Lex was startled, and then he heard the yellow mouse open his mouth and say: "Hey, little Luthor, I am your teacher, Schiller's pet; his manor was blown up, so he wants to foster me with you."

Lex widened his eyes and looked at Clark; Clark spread his hands and shrugged, meaning "that's how it is".

"You are Professor Schiller's pet?" Lex squinted his eyes and looked at Pikachu, then said: "But it's right, who else in this world can have a mouse that can speak?"