In the hallways of the manor, Lex walked alone in the dark, carrying a toolbox that had just been rummaged through the warehouse downstairs, and he knew that he couldn't leave Lennell's body in the bathroom, he had to dispose of it.

Ascending the stairs and then down a short hallway, ignoring the occasional gunshots and screams of the crowd below, he made his way to the original reception room, where all that was now charred walls and scattered glass remained.

Lex frowned, he still had a question that had not been solved, since Clark was born with abilities beyond ordinary people, why did he look very weak when he first appeared?

While pondering this question, he walked into the bathroom, where he had dragged the body of Onnell before, and now leaned diagonally against the toilet, the old man who had been in the business for half his life, and after his death, he was no different from the others.

Lex crouched down, looked at Leonel's face, felt a faint pain in the wound on his body, he lifted the clothes behind his back, and as soon as his fingers touched the muscles in his lower back, there was a faint pain.

Lyonel has been beating Lyx, whenever his business is not going well, or someone provokes him, he will pick up the things next to him and fight at Lyx, until today, Lyonel faced Schiller again, and after still being angry, he still left some scars on Lyx's back.

Lex whispered to himself, "You know what? The hardest part is not to pretend to be stupid, but to make a painful expression when you do it......"

"Actually, I don't have any pain, that miraculous liquid seems to lower my pain perception and improve my self-healing ability."

Lex muttered to himself as he picked up the saw from his toolbox and began to dispose of Leonel's body.

He had just unloaded one of his arms when suddenly, the phone rang in the reception room, and Lex frowned and looked out of the bathroom door.

He threw down the saw, stood up, ignored the blood on his trouser legs, and went to the reception room, where he found that the wall-mounted telephone on the wall had really not been affected, and was constantly ringing sharply.

He reached out and put the phone to his ear, and heard a small snicker on the other side, and a voice that was unfamiliar to him appeared on the other end of the phone, and he heard the other person say:

"Hello, Lex" Luther, I'm a comedian, have you ever seen a comedy? ”

"Who are you? Why did you know I was here? ”

"It doesn't matter, Lex, don't care about the minutiae, here's it, I'm a clown who just moved from Gotham, and in order to make my comedy show famous, I've set the location for my first tour here, do you want to buy a ticket?"

"Nope." Lex denied it, and was about to hang up the phone, but just as he was doing so, he heard the other end of the line say:

"Then it seems that you want to participate in the show, it just so happens that great comedy always needs a few supporting roles."

"Also, do you know where I am now? Look down, look down, hahahahahahaha ”

Instinctively, Lex glanced up to the floor with his eyes, and followed his gaze through the layers of floors and ceilings, all the way down and down until he reached the basement of the mayor's mansion.

It was a surveillance room that was completely out of step with the style of an old-fashioned manor, and the flickering cold light of many advanced electronic devices followed the reflection of the light on the floor, and the airlock door opened, revealing a dense screen that occupied three entire walls.

In the room surrounded by screens, there was a chair, and when the chair was turned, a man in a long dark suit with clown makeup on his face was smiling maniacally.

He put one leg on the other, held the phone in his hand, and said, "Seriously, it's much cooler here than on the ground, I'll be here to meditate and prepare for the next show, and I'll call you again when I need you to play." ”

A barrage of maniacal laughter came from the phone, and Lex held it up to him, frowning deeply.

Someone already went to the underground of the manor ahead of time? Lex thought with some confusion, this is not right, where did this self-proclaimed comedian get this information? And how did you find the entrance? How do you get in without a key?

After thinking about it for a while, he put the phone to his ear again, then dialed a number, and after the other party connected, he said, "Hey? Bruce? ”

Bruce's voice was a little wheezing, it sounded like he had just exercised, and his voice was very low, as if he was hiding from someone, and he said, "What's the matter?" ”

"Do you remember any comedians on the list of people who attended the banquet?"

Bruce frowned as well, he had a bad premonition, and then he heard Lex say, "I just received a call from a comedian who claims to be a clown, and it seems that he has entered the manor in advance, and I suspect that there may be some kind of surveillance device there that can see our condition." ”

"He's probably found the door to the underground and is already inside, so if you still want that treasure, you'd better hurry up."

Bruce's mind was now completely out of the treasure, he turned his head to look out the door, the agent hadn't chased after him for the time being, and he said quickly, "Are you sure he calls himself a clown?" ”

"That's right, he said he was going to put on a comedy show here, and when he spoke, he kept snickering, like a mentally ill person who couldn't control himself, and before he hung up the phone, he laughed wildly, and the shrill laughter shook my eardrums......"

"Listen......" Bruce's tone suddenly sank, "and I don't know why he's here, but I must remind you that he's the most dangerous madman in the whole world." ”

"If he calls you again, don't listen to his demagoguery, don't think about his logic, and don't ask him why he ......"

Lex's face grew serious, and although he and Bruce had only known each other for a short time, he admitted that the person opposite had the same wisdom as him.

He also knew that Bruce, who disguised himself as a playboy, was actually an unsmiling, serious person who would not joke easily, and when he said something in a serious tone, it showed that the seriousness of the matter may be beyond anyone's expectations.

"Sounds like you know him, but don't tell me he's a Gotham maniac."

"No ......"

When Bruce denied this, Lex breathed a sigh of relief, in the two years he had been conscious, he had heard other people talk about Gotham, they said, it was a city of madmen, and every criminal who came out of it was the deadliest killer in other cities.

But soon, Bruce's cold voice came:

"Compared to him, no one else in Gotham is a madman."

This sentence was colder than the continuous snowstorm outside the window, and when the cold wind beat against the glass, it was like a symphony of classical wonders, and this sound echoed in the corridor, with a touch of weird and terrifying atmosphere.

Clark walked briskly back to his room, he didn't feel cold, he just felt a little angry, the agents didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, just kept shooting at him, he had never seen anyone like this.

He took a deep breath, walked over to the bed, picked up the pillow, and threw it on the bed again, snorting through his nose, like all small-town youth on the East Coast, Clark just wanted to leave the house and go to the barn or walk in the wheat field when he was angry.

He got up again, walked to the window, and the light reflected in the snow shook the light bulb so high that one could not open his eyes, and it was clear that there was no barn, no wheat field, and no parents who would go to the barn or the wheat field to look for him.

Clark was starting to feel a little homesick again.

During the time he came to the Metropolitan to study at university, he encountered many problems encountered by the youth of small towns, many things he did not know, many rules he was not familiar with, and he was ridiculed for this.

This new world outside is not as wonderful as he imagined, or in other words, in addition to the excitement, the price he has to pay is much greater than he imagined.

He couldn't wait to go home and talk to his parents about these troubles, but he was caught up in another vortex that he was completely unfamiliar with, and he didn't know how to get out.

Clarke's mind was in a mess, he stood by the window for a moment, then turned away, he wanted to go upstairs to talk to the professor, he thought it might make him better, but when he thought that Schiller had said that he hadn't even slept enough for two hours that night, Clark felt that it was rude for him to bother him like this.

"The Sword Comes"

But he was desperate to find someone to talk to, so he thought that it would be better to go to Lex, and maybe he could continue to talk to him about the topic that he hadn't finished talking about.

But at this moment, with a "bang", the door was slammed open, and several agents rushed in, picked up guns and pointed them at Clark, who instinctively took two steps back, and he found that these agents were the same people who had fought with him before.

"What are you going to do?! You ......"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Several pistols fired at the same time, and the bullets poured towards Clark, the expression on Clark's face becoming even more angry.

He stretched out his hand, and all the bullets hovered in mid-air, and then, the afterimage that was too fast to see quickly flew through the levitating bullets, and with a "bang", the gun in the front agent's hand was knocked out.

"Bang! Oh-"

A loud bang was followed by an exclamation, and the lead agent was thrown to bed by Clark.

The agent standing in the doorway raised his gun again to shoot, but Clark grabbed a lamp and threw it at it, knocking him to the ground, and the last agent was knocked down by an elbow from him.

Clark took a few breaths, not out of tiredness, but out of anger, and he didn't understand why the group was targeting him like this.

From the very beginning, his purpose was to put out the fire, and he succeeded in extinguishing the fire, and in the process, he did not offend anyone, but the group shot him when they saw him.

As soon as he thought of this, Clarke's mind moved, and as soon as he turned around, he stretched out his arm to block the agent who attacked again, and before, the agent who was thrown on the bed by him did not faint, but waited for an opportunity to sneak attack.

Clark was really a little angry, he was just about to swing his fist, suddenly, a feeling of dizziness came up, making him suddenly dazed, and then, it was the spreading weakness, Clark covered his chest and coughed twice, and then fell down weakly.

He felt as if something was interfering with him, making the scope of his biological position extremely small, his strength weakened, and more importantly, the loss of this feeling of power filling, which made him very uncomfortable, unable to adjust his body for a while.

The agent was stunned for a moment when he saw Clark suddenly fall, but he quickly reacted, he turned around and walked to the other side of the room, trying to retrieve the pistol that Clark had shot him out, Clark tried to stand up and try to stop him, but his body did not listen.

Just as the agent approached with a gun, Clark could only cough dryly on the spot, but at this moment, a figure passed by him, and with a few "bangs", he saw that between the fists of the two fists, the agent's gun was knocked out again.

In a flash of sight, Clark saw the figure crouch down to check on him, and then he saw Bruce's face.