In the endless blizzard, a huge island rose into the sky. The surrounding blizzards were like elves dancing and celebrating when the gods came to the world. The constantly howling cold wind was like the sky singing a hymn for this great power.
Under this huge island, there is a small figure. He is holding up the entire building with one hand and flying in the wind and snow.
His face was extremely pale, but his expression remained very determined. He did not look back or look at the huge meteorite buried under the mayor's mansion, which almost covered the entire manor.
Just now, when he went to lift the entire island of the mayor's mansion, such a large amount of radiation once again caused great damage to him, but Clark still gritted his teeth and lifted the huge manor forward in the wind and snow.
fly.
The wind and snow blurred his eyes, muffled his voice, and even made his thoughts become chaotic.
Looking up, the sky and the earth are white.
There was no direction, no purpose, no hope. Clark only knew that he wanted to fly farther, farther away, as far away from the deadly radiation as possible, and he wanted to put this manor in a safe place.
This goal kept echoing in Clark's mind, and he no longer even knew what was supporting him to do this.
He is not stupid, he knows that everything that just happened in the manor actually revealed the ugliest side of these so-called upper class people.
They don't care about the truth or justice. As ants that are almost ready to collapse, in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, they overlook all living beings from above, but in terms of ability and character, they are far inferior to those hardworking living beings.
noble.
They think they are beyond the rules of this society, but under the power, they fall to their knees faster than the cold wind howling outside the window. Whether in this absurd play or in this complicated ant nest society, they
They are all too deep into the drama.
I don't know how long passed, but Clark thought it might be a century. His strength, which was constantly weakened by the kryptonite, was finally exhausted.
He tried hard to stay steady, but during the final distance of landing, he still couldn't control the center of gravity of the entire manor well. When he landed, a corner of the manor first touched the ground, and then crashed into it with a "boom"
surface.
And just this tremor caused huge changes in the entire manor.
Ordinary people are extremely fragile. They stand in the room, sighing at the power of gods one second, and the next second, disaster strikes.
The manor, whose center of gravity was unstable when it landed, first shook hard, and then swayed left and right a few times. The entire manor turned into a centrifuge.
The residents staying in the guest rooms first flew into the air, and then fell hard to the ground. Some even hit the wall a few times, and everyone suffered head injuries.
The only advantage of this kind of landing process compared to earthquakes or plane crashes is that it ends very quickly, and those with wrong postures will die quickly.
Among the residents on the entire three-story building, almost everyone was injured during the unstable landing. The most minor ones were bruised foreheads or scratched arms...
Most people had minor fractures. Not too many people died, about five or six, and most of them were elderly people who could not withstand the violent collision.
Clark, who had exhausted his last bit of strength, also fell to the ground, and then, in the cold snow, felt the snowflakes hitting his face.
Clark felt his body getting colder and colder, but he breathed a sigh of relief because he felt that he had saved everyone in the manor.
Without the kryptonite, his strength recovered quickly. In almost a short while, he felt that he could stand up. But just when he wanted to do so, he saw a person in the blizzard.
come over.
He was wearing a suit, had green hair, and had clown makeup on his face, but he was not the clown standing in the banquet hall. His face felt familiar to Clark, and in the blink of an eye, Clark exclaimed
: "Professor Schiller..."
What appeared in his field of vision was the kryptonite that was lifted high and dropped again.
When Clark woke up again, he found himself in the banquet hall again. He was tied up again, and the piece of kryptonite was firmly fixed on his chest. Obviously, it was impossible for him to break free this time.
Batman in the surveillance room also saw the Joker's associate who finally revealed his true face - it was another Joker.
Batman narrowed his eyes, showing his most suspicious expression. He lowered his head, looked at the bat doll he threw on the ground, and fell into deep thought.
But the farce in the banquet hall was far from over. The clown in a long suit came to Clark. After squatting down, he kept playing with the button with his hands, and then said to Clark, whose face was covered with blood:
"Do you think I would be that bored? Let a bunch of idiots execute two other idiots?"
"Oh my God! This is simply the worst script in the world. It's boring, uninteresting, and no one cares..."
"If I only had this level, I would starve to death, but Jack is the greatest comedian in the world!"
"Next, is the real opening..."
As he spoke, he showed a crazy smile to Clark. At this moment, a woman with disheveled hair rushed out of the guest room, came to the railing of the patio, and shouted crazily:
"Kill him, kill that damn monster!"
She held up her hair with her hands, and there was a huge gash from one side of her cheek to her neck. It looked like she had been cut by accidentally bumping into something when she landed.
Apart from this set of wounds, she was very beautiful, with a very sexy figure, and her dress was sparkling, but the wounds and the blood stains on her chest made her look like an evil ghost.
"He ruined my face! He ruined my entire acting career! I have a movie to shoot in the second half of the year. If I break the contract, I will lose everything!
!No!
!”
"Kill him! He is a monster! Wuwuwu..."
The woman's sharp roars and cries echoed throughout the manor. It was obvious that she was going crazy.
In another room, a man dressed as a politician on crutches also walked out. His face was covered in blood, and his arms were bent at a strange angle. He looked at the clown and said:...
"It's not over yet! It's not over yet... I want to vote unanimously for Clark!"
"He moved the mayor's mansion in the entire metropolitan area. How are we going to explain this to the people? How am I going to face the inquiry from the state assembly?! My career is ruined!"
"Are you crazy?!" Clark said in shock: "I am saving you! I am saving everyone in this manor..."
However, more people came out, all with injuries and blood on their bodies. They shouted: "You monster!"
One of the hosts, an old man, stood up, pointed his finger at Clark and said, "You don't want to save us, you want to kill us!"
As he spoke, he pointed at the clown with his arm and said: "We have done as he said, we have voted, and at that time, we are safe! But you, you made a huge mistake and even killed someone.
Got Sanda..."
A corpse was dragged out of the guest room. A woman was lying on the corpse crying very sadly. She seemed to be the wife of the deceased.
"You just don't want to die. You are just worried that we will vote for you, so you want to cause such trouble!"
"Since you don't have the ability to guarantee our safety, why do you do all this?!"
"You are not a human being at all, you are a monster. Only monsters can do all this. You are not doing it for us at all!"
"My arm hurts so much. Can someone help me? God..."
"My face is disfigured, how will I host the show in the future? You have harmed all of us..."
"Even getting cancer is better than this. At least I have money to cure cancer. But now, I will be disabled for life!"
"You are not human at all, monster! Madman!"
Everyone was wailing. They dragged their injured limbs out of the room and came to the corridor of the patio, accusing Clark who was lying in the middle of the banquet hall.
Clark felt that he was in a violent snowstorm, and the screams, wailings, accusations, and curses, such as the knife-like snowflakes, made him feel even more painful. This pain penetrated deep into his bones, depriving him of all strength and thoughts of resistance.
Did he do something wrong? Clark thought, maybe so.
That terrible madman, that most understanding madman, that clown, he gave everyone hope. He made those people feel that as long as they voted according to his ideas, then only one person would die today, or
Either Clark or Lex.
This makes all Clark's efforts and sacrifices seem like selfish acts to save himself at the expense of everyone's safety.
Only now did Clark realize that all this was a conspiracy, and that the lunatic was just trying to stimulate him from beginning to end.
From asking him to face Lionel's body, to misleading him to knock down Lex, and then revealing the truth and making him feel guilty, to holding a so-called voting show, maybe even the man he easily broke away from The kryptonite is all part of his plan.
All the clown did was to throw him into the coldest blizzard in the world, so that he could understand that there would be no colder wind or blizzard than facing human nature head-on.
Suddenly, a scream came from nowhere and echoed in the empty manor:
"Vote! I want to vote! I want to vote for Clark! Kill him!"
"Mr. Joker, exercise your power! My vote gives you power! Kill him!"
This scream seemed to remind everyone. They looked at Clark, who was tied up again and extremely weak, and saw the two clowns holding murderous weapons.
They suddenly realized that this voting game was not over, on the contrary, the performance had just begun.
When one person moved, everyone began to walk back to the room with difficulty. Even though their arms were broken, their bodies were bleeding, and pain surrounded them, they still tried their best to press the button.
At this time, the only spectator of this show saw everything in the monitoring room.
When the blue light reaches Batman's eyes, there is only an endless black tide.
