Chapter 439: Metropolis Doubts (Twenty-Three)

Chapter 439: Metropolis Doubts (Twenty-Three)

As Selena rushed up the staircase, she never expected to encounter people there. When she saw Clark's shadow on the stairs, her instinct made her dodge to the left and quickly roll past him.

The situation happened too suddenly, and Selena's movements were too swift. The pursuing agents, seeing Clark blocking the staircase, assumed he was Selena's ally, so without hesitation, they opened fire at him.

Of course, the bullets couldn't harm Clark; his biological abilities made him impervious to blades and gunfire. Nevertheless, Clark was still annoyed. Though he was kind, he had his temper. He couldn't fathom why this group of people would shoot at him with real bullets without a second thought. If he were an ordinary person, he'd be dead by now. How could they be so irresponsible?

Little did he know that these agents were infuriated by Catwoman's elusive actions. Catwoman might not excel in head-on confrontations, but she was unmatched when it came to stealth attacks, evasion, and misdirection. Taking advantage of the dim lighting in the corridor, she knocked out several agents with surprise attacks. This angered the others, and even their leader, Benjamin, gave up the chase and followed Catwoman here.

"Stop!" Clark shouted loudly. "There are civilians here. How can you shoot recklessly?"

The agents hesitated, as they had never encountered someone like Clark before. Normally, when they performed their missions, civilians either screamed and fled or cowered in a corner, but never had they encountered someone bold enough to directly stand in their path.

"We're on a mission; step aside immediately!" one of the agents retorted.

"But you just shot at me! Did you have permission? Who allowed you to attack innocent people?" Clark questioned fiercely. The agents were bewildered; they couldn't understand where this audacious person came from, daring to confront the Federal Bureau of Investigation head-on.

Unbeknownst to them, Clark was just a young man from a small town. He had never traveled far, and the farthest he had been was to a seed factory in southern Delaware. He had hardly even seen the police in Metropolis, let alone know about the FBI agents he was facing.

The leader of the agents cautiously stepped forward, holding his handgun, and took two steps closer, glaring at Clark's face. Clark warned them, "Stop! Don't come any closer! Whatever you're doing, I can't let you invade the space of ordinary people!"

The lead agent turned back to look at his comrades, then said, "Continue the mission, subdue him first!"

Bang! Bang! The sound of gunfire filled the air. Clark's expression darkened, exuding an aura of power without anger. In an instant, his biological abilities activated, and all the bullets froze in mid-air before falling like raindrops.

The agents widened their eyes, but soon they reacted. One team of three rushed toward Clark. As Clark was about to subdue them, the other two agents quickly ran past him and continued chasing Selena.

Upon reaching this floor, the agents realized there were no more shadows of Selena in the corridor. They could only search room by room.

Upon opening the first door, they found Lex sitting at a table. One agent approached him, intending to ask him questions, but another agent stopped him and whispered, "He's Luthor's son, and he seems to have autism. Asking him won't be of any use."

Seeing Lex's vacant expression, the agent shook his head, waved his hand, and gestured for the others to search the room. But another agent stopped him, saying, "We can't search the Luthor family's room. If Lionel Luthor comes back and finds out, we'll be in trouble!"

He then told the others, "Just do a quick search and let's leave."

The agents hesitated, clearly aware of how difficult it would be to deal with the powerful Luthor family. They quickly skimmed through the room's contents and then left. After they were gone, Selena emerged from the bathroom and said, "Thanks."

Just as she managed to escape the agents' pursuit, Clark returned after breaking free from their clutches. Upon seeing Selena, he paused and asked, "What's going on? You're supposed to be Bruce's girlfriend, right? Why are those people chasing you?"

"It's hard to explain," Selena replied, unwilling to waste time. She started to leave, but at that moment, gunshots echoed from downstairs.

Selena frowned and listened carefully. The gunshots seemed to come from the direction of Bruce and Benjamin's room. She immediately rushed out, with Clark following closely behind. As Selena ran, she asked, "Why are you following me?"Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

"Are those agents shooting again? How can they do this? I have to protect the civilians here!" Clark declared with determination.

During this time, the symphony of gunshots, mixed with the cacophony of arguments from the other side of the corridor, made it feel like a concert in the Manor.

So, what was Schiller doing at this moment?

Well, the noise had just awakened Schiller from his slumber once again.

He hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he heard gunshots coming from downstairs:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Hush! Shut up!"

"You piece of crap!" "No, you're the piece of crap!" "Just shut up!" "Oh..."

"Boom!"

"Clatter—Clatter—"

Schiller sat up on the bed, eyes still shut. He took a deep breath and glanced at his watch.

Perfect! This sleep duration broke tonight's record, lasting for a whole 26 minutes.

Schiller slowly walked to the shelf in the guest room and took a glass from the cup holder. Once he returned to the bed, he had a bottle of alcohol in his hand. After uncorking it, a rich, intoxicating aroma filled the air.

Schiller poured a bit of alcohol into the glass, then tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp. The bottle of alcohol disappeared, and the cup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Under the influence of the potent alcohol, Schiller entered an even deeper dream.

He arrived at the center of the Temple of Thought, heading towards a hole in the middle of the open space. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Good thing I didn't fill up this hole. I knew it would come in handy someday."

Arriving at the edge of the hole, Schiller didn't hesitate and jumped right in, passing through bizarre and colorful phantoms. When he landed on the other side, the first thing he saw was a lawn.

Schiller took a step forward, and "whoosh," a man in a black robe with a pale face appeared in front of him. Schiller greeted him, "Long time no see, Dream God Morpheus."

Morpheus showed no intention of exchanging pleasantries. He stared at Schiller warily and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to borrow a path from you to enter someone's dream."

"Who?"

"Joker Jack."

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