Chapter 603: Killing an Eagle with a Borrowed Knife (Part 1)
Looking at the medal, Clark's eyes widened in shock. He said: "This is the Soviet Union... Oh my God! They are Soviet spies!"
He wiped the medal with his finger again, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and said: "Yes, that's what I saw on TV. My father told me that the country opposite... they
What is this doctrine called?”
"I remember, my father and mother had a fight over this, because my father didn't believe the propaganda of the US government and thought the country over there was pretty good. My mother said he was sensationalizing..."
Clark seemed to be caught in a kind of memory. Obviously, when he was growing up, he could often hear the name of that distant country. Then he looked down at the two people lying on the ground and said, "But why did they do that?"
Spying on me? Are you trying to use me to destroy the United States?"
Batcat jumped onto the table opposite Clark and said, "Do you really believe that they are really spies for the country that the medal on your hand represents?"
"Uh, what else?" Clark was stunned for a moment by his question.
"When you do bad things, do you write your name on your face?" Batcat asked helplessly.
"I have never done anything bad." Clark shook his head and said seriously. Batcat covered his eyes with his paws again and said: "If they are really spies of a certain country, why do they go out of their way to
Bring an ID? Just so you know who they are when you defeat them?"
Clark then came to his senses and said, "Yes, how could spies carry identification documents with them? They must be hoping that no one else knows who they are, right?"
Clark is not stupid, he just has never experienced this kind of thing. After all, his previous life was far from so spectacular.
Before going to college, his daily schedule was very regular. He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. In addition to doing farm work, he also watched TV or sat with his family and chatted. He was a very pure young man from a small town.
But since he was involved in the metropolitan mystery and experienced a series of weird and bizarre things in the mayor's manor, his peaceful life has been broken. Now, Clark wants to return to his original peaceful and simple life.
It was impossible, because he already knew that someone was targeting him.
For himself, especially for the safety of his family, Clark had to fight. He tried hard to concentrate on thinking, looked at Batcat and said: "If they are not the KGB, then who are they? And why do they wear Soviet medals?"
"
At this time, Pikachu jumped off the sofa and jumped onto the table where Batcat was, standing side by side with him.
He took on the thinking of a detective and said: "Let's look at it from their perspective. From their previous surveillance of you, we learned that you may just be a very simple college student, even more intelligent than ordinary citizens in the metropolis."
It’s much simpler.”
Clark nodded and was not ashamed to admit this. He said: "When I first came to the metropolis, many people told me that I was a country bumpkin, but I think this is nothing to be ashamed of.
My parents raised me with their own labor in exchange for money. Who doesn’t do this? Aren’t I integrated very well now?”
"Indeed, their information may be delayed, and they don't know that you may have changed now, especially that the cat you brought back today can talk and reason." Pikachu took out a pipe from nowhere.
in his mouth, and then continued:
"If you had a simple personality and saw this medal again, what would you think?"
"I'm a little angry." Clark frowned. He raised his legs and moved farther away from the two people lying there. He said, "I don't care who they are. They can't just break into my house like this."
, this is illegal!”
"So what if I have special powers? Did I use them to commit crimes? I'm obviously using these powers to do good things, but they want to take advantage of me." Clark rarely showed such a serious expression. Obviously, he was concerned about the behavior of these people.
Strongly disagree.
Superman is not a completely bad guy. In many cases, his willpower to stick to his principles is no less than Batman's, and he will also get very angry when his own territory is offended.
"Yes, if you are still as innocent and impulsive as before and have never experienced this kind of thing, maybe when you see this identification certificate, you will be angry and go to trouble the country represented by this medal. At the very least,
You might also find their base in the metropolis and go to them to ask for an explanation."
Clark thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and said: "If it weren't for you, I might really do this. After all, when I think of them being spies and breaking into my dormitory again, I will probably think of
They will threaten my parents and will definitely deal with them."
"Yes, this is their purpose."
"For a young man from a small town who has not been in the city for a long time, this trick is enough. You are not Batman. You should think about something at least ten times before doing it..."
"A hundred times." Batcat snorted and said.
"So, these two people are very likely to be opponents of the KGB. The opponent of the KGB...can't be the CIA?" Clark frowned, scratched his head, and said, "Is the CIA so despicable? Knowing that I have super powers,
Just frame the other party and want me to use my superpowers to deal with them?"
"All the intelligence agencies in this world are equally despicable, and they cannot do this business with integrity." Batcat shook his head and said.
"Then it seems that I have no choice. I can't deal with my own country's intelligence department on my own country's soil, right? My parents still live here." Clark said a little aggrieved.
"Don't worry, let's take a look at these two people first and see if we can find any evidence from him. If he really left some evidence, it will allow you to take the initiative."
Batcat jumped down from the table, then circled around the two people, first checking their pockets, and then asked Clark to turn them over and check their eyes and mouths.
These two people are really cleaner than their faces. In this case, the medal seems even more suspicious. Clark sighed and said: "I will fly them out first and find a hidden place to put them down."
, Otherwise, if my classmates come back and see me, I will be in big trouble."
Clark looked up at his watch, exclaimed, "Right now! I have to hurry, they're about to finish class!"
After Clark threw the two people into the corner of an alley and flew back, he saw through the window what Pikachu and Batcat were talking about. He didn't think too much and flew in directly through the window.
"Hey! We just discussed a solution." Pikachu waved to Clark and said, "You are weak on your own and don't have many connections, but you can definitely ask your friends for help."
"Looking for help from friends? Who can help me? The CIA is on the other side, who has the means to deal with them?"
Pikachu jumped onto Clark's shoulder with a "swish". Clark turned to look at him. Pikachu said: "Did you forget? You want to give me to a guy named Luther. I don't want to follow him again."
This nasty cat continues to stay, let’s go find him.”
"The Luther family is a local gangster in the metropolis, and it is one of the best groups in the world. If they want to contact the CIA and warn them, it will definitely be much easier than it is for you."
Clark thought about it and realized that this was true. Although he was a young man from a small town, Lex was the only one talking to the Luther family. Last time, they met in the mayor's manor. Clark felt that he and Lake
The relationship with Si is pretty good.
Even if he owes Lex a favor, he must make sure that his parents will not be targeted by the intelligence agency. With this thought in mind, Clark knocked on the door of Luther Manor with a pet box containing Pikachu.
In Luther Manor, Lex was wearing a cervical vertebra corrector. At this time, the housekeeper was adjusting the position of the instrument for him. It could be clearly seen that there was a large black spot on his chin. Needless to say, it was obvious that it was
What weapon caused it.
Hearing the knock on the door, Lex was stunned for a moment. He waved to the butler and said, "If it's my father's old friends, just say that I was injured and I'm recuperating. We can talk about business matters later."
The butler nodded and left. After a while, he came back and said to Lex: "It's a man who calls himself Clark Kent. He is also carrying a pet box in his hand. He looks like he is a college student."
Lex opened his eyes, rolled his eyes, and then said to the butler: "Let him in."
After Clark came in, he couldn't help but look at the luxurious decoration inside Luther Manor. Lex stood in the middle of the hall, crossed his arms and said, "How is it? You haven't seen a house like this in the country, have you?"
"I've definitely never seen it before. My cabin can't be compared to this one." Clark raised his head and walked forward, almost bumping into the table. He shook his legs awkwardly, and then kept praising.
Lex's sarcastic words were suppressed, because he could feel that Clark was not sarcastic, but sincerely complimenting him. The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, if at this time, he condescendingly mocked Clark for his lack of knowledge.
, that seems a bit naive.
So, he curled his lips and said nothing, then turned to the housekeeper and said, "Go and prepare dinner."
"Oh, do you want to keep me for dinner? That's just right. I haven't eaten anything except a hot dog in the morning. I have been busy until now, and I am still very hungry." Clark reached out and touched his stomach.
Lex was about to say, "If you have anything to say, please don't disturb me while I'm eating," but Clark blocked his words again. Now that he wouldn't let Clark eat, he seemed a bit stingy.
Three minutes after meeting, Lex had already been held back by Clark. The good news was that his jaw no longer hurt. The bad news was that he felt that his heart hurt.
Lex exhaled, turned back, and said as he walked into the house, "What do you want? Do you want to show off that you caught up with another plane today?"
"Huh? How do you know...No, I'm not here to talk about 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 was opened, a yellow mouse was picked out. Lex was startled, and then he heard the yellow mouse say: "Hey, little Luther, I am your teacher, Schiller."
My pet, his manor was bombed, so he wants to foster me with you."
Lex looked at Clark with wide eyes. Clark spread his hands and shrugged, meaning "that's it."
"Are you Professor Schiller's pet?" Lex squinted at Pikachu, and then said, "But that's right, who else in this world can have a talking mouse?"
"He can't just talk." Clark shook his head and said, "He can also discharge electricity."
"Will it discharge? Really? Put one in and see." Lex stared at Pikachu with interest and said.
At this moment, Clark stretched out a hand, held down the struggling Pikachu, and then said to Lex: "No, you'd better not let him try here..."
"Why?"
"Didn't you hear what he just said? Professor Schiller's manor was bombed."
