Inside Clark's helicopter, the air conditioner at the North Pole turned and chased Clarke, and the pilot next to Louis Lynn was named Sean, himself a staunch supernaturalist.

The so-called supernaturalism is the belief that there are certain superpowers on the earth that cannot be explained by modern scientific theories, and they have been hidden in the crowd for a long time, undiscovered by the public.

Or it has been discovered, but the information has been officially covered.

Sean is a staunch supporter of this statement, otherwise he would not have come to the Arctic Circle with Louis Lynn, where birds don't.

In his heart, he had been looking forward to seeing something unusual in this uninhabited and mysterious place.

Today, after an encounter with Clark, his wish has come true.

Taking a deep breath, Sean adjusted his restless mood, cheered up, controlled the helicopter to accelerate, and reduced the altitude as much as possible.

Through the windshield in front of the helicopter, they could clearly see that the man in their field of vision, who jumped 100 meters high and could easily jump over a distance of several hundred meters, was a strong man with a thick beard.

The current Clark has never entered the Kryptonite outpost, and he doesn't know where the limit of his ability is, and he has never thought about testing it, so he has not mastered the biological force field at this time, and he can't fly for the time being.

So, every time Clark jumped, the acceleration of the liftoff slowly decreased, and during this small transition before he began to fall, Louis Lynn would slap him in the back.

"Can it be faster? I think of his frontal shot! ”

On the edge of the side door of the helicopter, Louis Lynn held up the camera while shouting to the pilot, Sean.

"I want to be faster, too! But this helicopter of mine is not a military model, and the fastest speed is only 275 kilometers per hour,

This man, he's so fast, we're going to lose him! ”

Sean's tone was anxious, too, and he even wanted to take a picture with Clark if he could, or try to invite him to a bar for a drink, or find some girls to have a party.

But Clark is moving faster than they are, and his back is shrinking and fading in a visible trend.

Soon, the camera could no longer focus accurately on Clark, and with the naked eye, Clark had almost no outline, except for a small black dot jumping up in mid-air, then falling, and finally disappearing into the thin mist in the distance.

But even so, Sean still drove the helicopter in the direction where Clark disappeared for more than ten minutes, unwilling to give up.

You know, he's thirty-three years old this year, and it's the first time he's seen this kind of thing, a supernatural being.

Rummaging through the photos in her camera, Louis Lynn suppressed her excitement and found the one with the best angle of all the photos she had taken.

In this photo, she can see Clark's entire side face, with a clear silhouette and a handsome appearance.

The earlier one, although it captures the front face, is not very well focused, and the image looks a little blurry.

"Did you get a picture of his face?!"

Sean slowly slowed down the helicopter and asked Louis Lynn.

"If I get a picture of the side face, I'll publish it."

Sean shook his head, his expression frustrated, "Who would believe this kind of thing, we are very lucky today, but we are also unlucky." ”

"I saw a superpowered person with my own eyes, but I couldn't touch it.

It's like seeing a diamond mine and not being able to take a single one. ”

As a staunch supernaturalist, Sean knows too well what ordinary people on the outside world think of such things.

Not to mention that Louis Lynne photographed his side face today, even if they recorded it today, and after it was published to the outside world, they would be said to be special effects pictures, or directly suppressed by the official, and then find them and ask them to sign a confidentiality agreement, if they don't sign it, they will be quarantined, or go to jail.

"I'm sure I'll find him."

Louis smiled and patted Sean on the shoulder. The most important thing for journalists is access to information and connections, especially for Pulitzer Prize-winning journalists like her.

Now that she knows what the other party looks like, as long as the other party has an official record of activity in any country and has a real identity, she is sure that she can find the other party.

Pointing to the ground below where Clark had smashed a large crack when he landed, Louis said, "Let's go down and have a look." ”

Not only Clark's face, but all the information related to him around him, Louis has to record, which is the professionalism of reporters.

Soon, as the height of the helicopter decreased, the crater on the ground and the cracks around it became clearer and clearer, making the two more and more frightened.

Sean used to be a soldier, and he knew very well that to inflict this level of damage on the ice-covered landscape, it would take at least a cruising weapon to do it.

In other words, Clark would have caused damage on this scale just by smashing his body to the ground.

It's amazing, almost the equivalent of a walking thermal arsenal.

This scene reminded Louis of Chen Yu's video posted on the website of the Hypery Global Fan Support Association on her mobile phone before the helicopter took off.

The two were obviously not the same person, but they both had this extraordinary divine power, which made a thought rise in her heart.

Maybe the two know each other?

This superpowered person who smashed a big hole in the ground, maybe he went to the North Pole to find the person who was called Hyperley by netizens?

The helicopter did not turn off, and after taking several aerial views of the crater in mid-air, Louis Lynn stood on the ground and took a close-up view of the crater.

After staring at the large pit left by Clark for a while, as if remembering something, Sean reminded Louis Lynn:

"If you're going to go to the same location you used to be, there's not enough fuel to come back, so we need to go and refuel it."

"Good," Luis nodded.

......

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Lex Group headquarters building in the metropolitan area, a man named Lex Luthor was sitting in his chairman's office, looking at the newly compiled file of transhuman existence.

Being able to grow his father's small business and become a billionaire makes Lex worthy of his name as a genius.

To outsiders, he is a business tycoon, philanthropist who has selected the president of the United States, and a true human supremacist.

But only he knows that what he really wants is the supernatural ability that transcends the entire human society.

In this position, Lex is the real upper echelon of American capitalist society as a whole.

The wealth of the country allowed him to have almost everything, as well as intelligence.

The Lex Group has a network of connections all over the world, and since he entered the upper class, Lex has been using his own methods to find supernatural beings on Earth.

To this day, he has already gained something.