Chapter 606

The butler of Lex prepared the dinner quickly. During the meal, Clark revealed the trouble he had encountered. Lex, sitting at the head of the table and cutting his steak, paused, then asked:

"You mean, a group of people disguised as KGB agents broke into your dormitory, and then were subdued by this mouse?... Then it seems they must be from the CIA."

But Clark was taken aback by his certain tone and asked: "How can you be so sure? What if it isn't them?"

"Framing the KGB, and failing to do so—both the motive and the level of competence are exactly what one would expect from the CIA." Lex continued to deal with the food on his plate, saying as he ate: "It's no surprise they've set their sights on you. You think your use of superpowers is subtle, but in the eyes of those professional agents, you haven't made any attempt at concealment at all."

"You think you find places where no one is around to take off, but in reality, your tracks vanishing into thin air is the biggest red flag. And once they decide to keep an eye on you, every road you take will have someone specifically assigned to watch you..."

"I imagine you haven't just done it once—lifting cars with your bare hands, ripping doors off their hinges to save people or help others. They couldn't possibly be unaware of these things."

"You should understand that Metropolis is the most important city on the East Coast, bar none." Lex looked out the window at the gate of the Luthor Manor and said: "Everyone of importance in this city is being watched, including you, and including me."

Clark shivered, feeling that the delicious food in his mouth was no longer tasty. He said: "Don't tell me this manor is also..."

Lex shook his head and said nothing, but Clark felt a bit uncomfortable. He said: "I don't like the feeling of being watched by others."

"Then do you want to deal with those people? Kill them? Make them feel fear?"

"Of course not." Clark said immediately: "Alright, I know, that's their job, but that doesn't stop me from disliking spies, regardless of which country they belong to. I think most people should be the same as me."

"So, can you make them stop bothering me? Even if I owe you a favor, you can call on me anytime you need help in the future." Clark said.

Lex pursed his lips. He was really unaccustomed to Clark's straightforward way of speaking, but in the end, he sighed and still said: "Fine, I will contact them and give them a warning, telling them not to go too far, but completely removing the surveillance is impossible. Even I can't do that."

"Then that will have to do." Clark said with some emotion: "I remember when I was a child, these two countries were always making headlines because of some new invention or achievement. Why did it turn into sending spies and conducting surveillance on each other?"

No one answered him. This question echoed in the Luthor Manor and vanished into the evening breeze of Metropolis.

This bustling city remained filled with heavy traffic, not stopping because of anyone's questions or troubles, as if it would continue to develop this way until it became a beacon for all of humanity.

After Clark left, Lex sat alone in the study of the Luthor Manor. He opened the pet carrier, looked at Pikachu jumping out, and said: "Professor Schiller has a message for me, right?"

"It's easier to talk to you. That Clark, he's a good man, a simple man, a noble man... noble to a fault."

Pikachu jumped onto the bookshelf, sat down, crossed his legs, and said: "Those two people were indeed electrocuted by me, and they did indeed invade Clark's dormitory. I didn't expect them to deliver themselves to my door so easily; it saved me a lot of trouble."

"That medal shouldn't have been found on them, right?"

Pikachu nodded and said: "Don't ask about the specific plan. In short, Schiller hopes you can do as you just promised—contact the CIA in Metropolis and give them a warning, telling them not to follow Clark anymore."

"What exactly is he trying to do?" Lex asked while picking up a book. Pikachu shook his head, seemingly intending to say nothing, but Lex didn't mind. He looked at the sky outside the study window, taking in the bustling night view of Metropolis.

Metropolis CIA station, the person in charge, Kayla, picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Okay... okay... what did you say? You mean Lex Luthor, the new master of the Luthor family, is inviting me to dinner? Why would he..."

Kayla, who hung up the phone, paused in place to think, then said to the subordinate beside her: "Help me prepare the car, we're going to Luthor Manor."

The CIA car stopped at the gate of Luthor Manor. The butler came out to welcome Kayla. Kayla was wearing a capable field outfit—a sweatshirt and long pants with a jacket over them, looking spirited.

However, Lex's complexion was not good when he received her. The two had just sat down next to the dining table when Lex said straight to the point:

"Do you know? You've been a bit too active lately. Do you think the cameras of the Luthor family are just for show?"

"This is out of security needs." Kayla answered routinely: "It's an eventful time now. A murder case just happened at the Mayor's mansion before. It's not like you haven't experienced it. Do you want the Luthor Manor to become the second Mayor's mansion?"

"Don't try to threaten me with that. You know better than anyone what that was really about. Luthor Manor is very safe, and you don't need to worry about my safety issues."

"Is that so?" Kayla's gaze lingered on Lex's bruised chin. She said: "Indeed, after a trip to Cat Getan, you only suffered such a small injury. Your security work is indeed very impressive."

Kayla was not being sarcastic; she was saying it sincerely, as she had witnessed what a den of dragons and tigers Cat Getan was.

"Let's not talk about me. Why are you watching my friend? You even broke into his dormitory? That's a bit too much, isn't it?" Lex said, tapping his fork against the plate with great dissatisfaction.

"Your friend?" Kayla frowned and asked: "Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me. That big guy named Clark. Weren't you there too when we were at the Mayor's mansion?"

Kayla gradually recalled that when the Mayor's murder case happened, there seemed to be a super-powered individual named Clark who had gotten along with them. Kayla sighed and said: "Watching super-powered individuals is not our job; that belongs to another special security department."

"Then I can only say that the special security department is truly stupid. Not only did they break into Clark's dormitory, but they also carried a Soviet medal on them to disguise themselves as KGB agents. Do they think everyone is an idiot? That they would fall for such a trick?"

Hearing this, Kayla paused. An unnatural expression flashed across her face, but it quickly vanished. She said: "Disguised as KGB? You mean, the people from the special security department responsible for monitoring Clark disguised themselves as KGB?"

"Exactly. I know they wanted to use Clark's special abilities to deal with the KGB. In these times, doing such a thing is understandable. But can't they do it more intelligently? Even that big dummy could see through it."

"So, he entrusted this to me, asking me to give you a warning not to bother him anymore. He has seen through your little tricks."

Kayla frowned deeply and fell into thought. Lex called her twice, but didn't wake her up. Then Kayla said: "I understand the situation you've reported. Can I take a look at the medal found on them?"

Clark took out the medal he had obtained from Pikachu. The moment Kayla saw that medal, her pupils constricted. She became expressionless, her facial muscles tense, as if she were struggling to control her expression.