Chapter 521

"Who are you?"

The mysterious man doesn't behave and speak like the krypton warrior he knows. It feels like a different person.

"Well, Carl, put aside the boring questions and deal with the old men first."

As the voice dropped, a large amount of green gas was emitted from the pipes in the room.

These gases seemed to be highly toxic. Before he came into contact with Clark, he covered his chest and fell to the ground in agony. His breathing became very short and his cheeks were red.

"No wonder Zod hates you so much. As a Kryptonian, you adapt to the earth environment, but you can't adapt to the Kryptonian environment. In contrast, this body is not affected. Even if you don't have super power, you can act normally."

The mysterious man catches Clark who falls to the ground in pain and gives him a beating. The beating scene is captured by the camera and spread to an office thousands of miles away.

There are six old people sitting in the office, including Anders, who are all senior members of Congress. These people are in different factions with President Joel Nash. That's why Lex Luther works with them.

The beating lasted a full three minutes.

After the video ended, an old man couldn't help saying,

"Superman is just like that. It's equally vulnerable to find weaknesses."

The old man next to him said in a deep voice, "we underestimated Lex Luther before. He is worthy of cooperation."

"Anders, what do you think?"

Of the six, Anders was the youngest and the weakest. When he heard the questions from his superiors, he thought for a few seconds before he said,

"Lex Luther is very smart. Like Luke Shaw, he has the technology far beyond this era. Cooperating with him can reverse the current passive situation, but..." he pauses and says seriously,

"He's dangerous, it's hard to control."

Mr. Evans, sitting in the main seat, waved his hand indifferently. "Geniuses are like this. If they are easily controlled, they don't deserve to be called geniuses."

"He has no choice but us. That's enough."

Anders thought for a moment. It's true. Because of being captured by the kryptonians, Lex Luther's identity has become very sensitive. The White House and the military blacklisted him. Large consortia dare not give up their olive branch because of their reputation. Now he is a dog who can't live without fear. Where can he have the previous prestige.

On the other hand, after venting, the mysterious man pushes Clark to a chair and takes out a green stone from the freezer,

"Do you know what this is?"

Clark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at him coldly.

"Well, you're angry, too. I thought you were a God."

The mysterious man put the green stone in front of Clark, who trembled violently as if he had been poisoned.

"This is kryptonite. It's from your hometown kryptonite. After the war of the metropolis, it fell all over the earth with the debris of the spaceship. I spent a lot of time to find it."

"The orthodox kryptonians are not afraid of kryptonite. You are different. You grew up on the earth. In order to adapt to the earth's environment, you forced yourself to evolve. As a result, you adapted to the earth, but you can't adapt to kryptonite."

"That's very interesting."

Clark said weakly, covering his chest,

"Who are you? Why do you know so much about krypton? Who told you? "

"I'm Luke Shaw."

Clark was silent, feeling his condition carefully, looking for a way out of weakness.

"You don't believe me, right. Luke Shaw and you are comrades in arms. How can he harm you?"

Deng Deng's footsteps came from the outside. A young man in a black suit, about thirty years old, with a big bald head, appeared in the room.

Clark's face suddenly changed,

"It's you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Lex Luther lit a cigarette and took a long puff. "I thought you'd guess who I am. There are only four people on earth who know about krypton civilization. You, Linda Danvers, Luke Shaw, and me who were captured by them."

"I gave you enough hints, but you didn't guess. It's disappointing."

Clark ignored his bitterness and asked gravely,

"Why do you want to do this? What do you want to do?"

Luther sighed. "If Luke Shaw were here, he wouldn't ask such a stupid question. Don't you see the camera in the corner? It's always working. "

"Brainstorm, guess what I do with these videos?"

Clark frowned and thought of something.

Luther said with a sneer, "I know you are not stupid, but you have never experienced pain. Just like me as a teenager, I am simple, kind, brave, compassionate and righteous. I think you can save the world, but not even my mother."

When it comes to the last sentence, a deep resentment flashed in my eyes and soon recovered,

"Well, let's not talk about that."

Luther opened the suitcase and took out the syringe,

"I need you to contribute something. It may hurt."

Then he picked up the syringe, put it on Clark's shoulder and pumped 200 ml of plasma.

Clark was angry and angry. It would be silly if he didn't know what happened. The krypton warrior in front of him must be a clone. Lex Luther didn't know how to control him and make him a weapon.

Kryptonians are weapons!

damn!

"Human beings are the greatest race and the most potential race. We have the ability to solve problems and don't need aliens to be heroes."

Luther put the syringe in her suitcase, took out the pistol and aimed it at Clark's head,

"You are not a hero, just a self righteous fool. Your strength comes from the sun. Without the sun, you are nothing. Just like now, just pull the trigger gently, you will die."

"Power can make people have many wrong ideas, such as ruling the world, playing with people's hearts, plundering wealth, making rules, or becoming heroes, just like you..."

Luther squatted down and stared at him,

"Superman of metropolis, the incarnation of justice, the God of the world respected by millions of people, all your courage, kindness and sense of justice are built on the basis of strength, which makes you fearless and omnipotent. You are as high as a God, but once you have no strength..."

Bang!

Clark shivered at the sound of the gun.

The bullet landed on the back wall. Looking at the pale, bleeding face, Luther burst out laughing,

"See, you're scared, you're scared, you're shaking in the face of death, you're not a superhero at all, you're a fool living in a daydream."

"You are not as good as Batman. He can create fear to protect Gotham. You don't even know what fear is, but it doesn't matter. It's coming. It's right in front of you."