Chapter 437: Mystery in the Metropolis (Twenty-Three)

When Selina ran up the stairs, she didn't expect that there would be anyone at the staircase. Seeing Clark's shadow on the stairs, she instinctively dodged to the left, then rolled over and ran past Clark.

The incident happened too suddenly, and Selina moved too quickly. The agent chasing behind saw Clark blocking the stairs and thought he was Selina's accomplice, so he shot at Clark without thinking.

Of course, the bullets did not cause any harm to Clark, and his biological position made him invulnerable, but Clark was a little angry. Although he was kind, he also had a temper. The group of people who rushed towards him shot him with real bullets without saying a word. If it were an ordinary person, wouldn't he be dead? How could they be so irresponsible?

He didn't know that these agents were furious at the slippery Catwoman. Catwoman was not good at frontal attacks, but she was the best at sneak attacks, blocking positions, and kite flying. She took advantage of the dim light in the corridor and sneaked and knocked out several agents, which made the other agents very angry. Even their boss Benjamin didn't look for him and chased Catwoman all the way from downstairs to here.

"Stop!" Clark shouted loudly, "There are ordinary people here, how can you shoot casually?!"

The agents really paused for a while, because they had never seen someone like Clark. When they were performing tasks, ordinary people either ran away screaming or squatted on the side with their hands on their heads. It was the first time they had seen someone who dared to block their pursuit path directly.

"We are on a mission, get out of the way!"

"But you just shot me! Do you have permission? Who allowed you to attack civilians!" Clark asked loudly, and the agents were even more confused. They didn't understand where this young man came from, and how dare he confront the FBI?

They didn't know that Clark was a small town youth. So far, the farthest place he had been to was a seed factory in southern Delaware. He had never even seen the police in the metropolis. It was impossible to expect him to know the agents.

The leader held the pistol in both hands, took two cautious steps forward, staring at Clark's face, and Clark said to them: "Stop! Don't go any further! No matter what you are doing, I can't let you break into the place where ordinary people stay!"

The leading agent looked back at the person behind him, and then said: "Execute the mission, subdue him first!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the pistol firing rang out, and Clark's face sank. When his face became serious, he had a kind of momentum of majesty without anger.

Instantly, the biological stand was deployed, all the bullets stopped in mid-air, and then fell like raindrops.

Hundred Alliance Books

The agents stared wide-eyed, and they reacted. One of the three-man team rushed towards Clark. When Clark was about to subdue them, the two agents behind him quickly ran past him and continued to chase Selina.

When they came to the corridor of this floor, the agents found that there was no trace of Selina in the corridor, so they could only check one room at a time.

Pushing open the first door on the corridor, inside was Lex sitting at the table. One of the agents walked up to him and was about to ask him a question when another agent stopped him. He whispered to his colleague, "This is old Luther's son. He seems to have autism. It's no use asking him."

Looking at Lex's dull expression, the agent shook his head and waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to search the room. But another agent stopped him again and said, "We can't search the Luther family's room. If Lionel Luther comes back later, we will be in trouble!"

As he said that, he said to the other Someone said, "Just check it briefly and leave quickly."

Several agents looked hesitant, obviously knowing that old Luther was not easy to mess with. They quickly looked through the things in the room and then left. After the agents left, Selina came out of the bathroom and said, "Thank you."

At this time, Clark, who had just escaped from the entanglement of the agents, came back. Seeing Selina, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What's going on? You should be Bruce's girlfriend, right? Why are you being chased by those people?"

"It's hard to explain to you." Selina didn't want to waste time, and was about to leave, but at this moment, gunshots were heard downstairs again.

Selina frowned. She listened carefully and found that the gunshot should come from the direction of the room where Bruce and Benjamin were staying. She ran out immediately, and Clark chased after him. Selina asked while running: "Why are you following me?!"

"Is it the group of agents who fired again? How could they do this? I have to protect the ordinary people here!"

Selina opened her mouth. She didn't know if it was a good idea to take Clark to Bruce, but at this moment, Clark rushed out at a speed that Selina couldn't catch with her naked eyes, leaving her no chance to stop him.

Bruce, who was dealing with the agents, really didn't expect that Clark would be the first to arrive.

Originally, Bruce had finished asking Benjamin questions. He led the agents here just to let the agents rescue Benjamin. After all, Benjamin was hit twice. If he was frozen for another night without anyone noticing, his life might be in danger. Bruce didn't want his life.

But with Clark's involvement, the situation became difficult to control. Originally, Bruce could use the advanced equipment he had retrieved before to quickly get rid of the agents, but now, Clark is determined to punish this group of random agents. Gun agents.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!

Clark's tactics are mainly about working miracles with great force. When the agents face such a powerful enemy, bullets are fired as if they are free. Clark can use his biological stance to be immune to bullet attacks, but Bruce cannot. The narrow corridor is filled with bullets from all directions. There were stray bullets, and Bruce couldn't escape for a while, so he was forced to join the chaos.

When Selina came down from the stairs, her eyes were momentarily blinded by the gunfire. She didn't understand why the original goal of avoiding the agents became a chaotic fight with the agents. However, when she saw the person who was avoiding the stray bullet, Bruce and Selina have no choice but to join the battlefield.

Not only were these few agents and agents in the manor, but there were also many banquet participants who were driven back to the guest rooms. The gunshots this time were very large, and many agents did not have silencers on their guns, making the gunshots spread even further. Many people didn't know what was going on, so they opened the door to check the situation.

Originally, there were agents guarding outside, so they were not allowed to wander around, but now, the agents in the corridor were gone, so the crowd came out. When there were more people, the noise became endless.

At first there were still discussions and speculations, but after being locked up in this hellish place for a night and still not being able to leave, people were very angry and started to quarrel after a while.

Although most of the people invited to this banquet were upper-class people, one rule of the quarrel remains unchanged, that is, whoever speaks louder will appear to be more reasonable.

On this side of the corridor, the celebrities attending the banquet were arguing loudly.

"They locked us up in this damn place! Now they're having a shootout again. Do they want us to die from stray bullets too?"

"Damn it, what the hell is this place? Are we here for a party or a war?"

"Those bullshit agents won't let us out! They won't guarantee our safety either. I must file a complaint against them!"

"Stop talking nonsense, old Damon! You can't even touch the threshold of the FBI. Go home and eat your farmer's lunch!"

"Shit, can you stop arguing?! Someone get a gun, we have to protect ourselves..."

On the other side of the corridor, Clark, Bruce and Selina were fighting fiercely with the group of agents.

The tactic of using force to create miracles is very suitable for Clark, because he is too strong and immune to long-distance bullet attacks. In such a narrow corridor, it is almost like he is in no one's land.

Bruce was not to be outdone. He was a human king who had practiced positioning in Schiller's dream. He was good at dodging bullets and fighting. Selina was also assisting on the flanks. The three of them and a group of agents fought back and forth.

Rather, it can be called a miracle that this group of agents were able to fight the three of them back and forth.

In fact, the main reason is that Clark just wants to subdue them and does not want to hurt anyone, so he has to control his strength. Bruce can only perform at an average level in encounters, and Selina is not good at frontal combat.

During this period of time, the sound of gunshots was heard like firecrackers, coupled with the high and low sounds of the quarrel on the other side, it was like a symphony ringing in the manor.

So what was Schiller doing at this time?

That's right, Schiller, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up again.

Before he opened his eyes, he heard from downstairs:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Hugh! Hugh!"

"Shit!", "You are the shit!", "Shut up!", "Oh——"

"boom!"

"Wow---"

Schiller closed his eyes and sat up from the bed. He took a deep breath and looked down at his watch.

Very good, the length of sleep this time broke the record tonight, sleeping for 26 minutes at a time.

Schiller slowly walked to the shelf in the guest room and took down a wine glass from the cup holder above. After sitting back on the bed, he had an extra bottle of wine in his hand. As soon as the cork was opened, a rich The intoxicating aroma of wine filled the air.

Schiller poured a little wine into the bottom of the glass, then raised his head and drank it in one gulp. The bottle disappeared and the glass fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces. Under the influence of the crazy wine, Schiller entered a more stable state. Dreamland.

Arriving at the center of the Hall of Thought, Schiller walked toward a hole in the middle of the open space. As he walked, he muttered to himself:

"Fortunately, the hole has not been filled. I said, it will definitely come in handy."

Arriving at the edge of the hole, Schiller jumped down without thinking, passing through the bizarre phantoms. When he landed on the ground, the first thing that caught his eye was a lawn.

As soon as Schiller took a step forward, a pale man in a black robe appeared in front of him. Schiller greeted him: "Long time no see, Morpheus, the dream god. "

Morpheus had no intention of chatting with him. He stared at Schiller warily and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to come to you to find a way to go into someone's dream."

"who?"

"Jack the Clown."