Chapter 447: Screaming Poem (Part 2)

Amidst the endless snowstorm, a huge island rose into the sky. The surrounding snowstorm was like the elves dancing and celebrating when the gods came to the world. The constant howling cold wind was like the sky singing a hymn for this great power.

Under this huge island, there is a small figure. He is holding up the entire building with one hand, flying in the wind and snow.

His face was extremely pale, but his expression remained very determined. He did not look back or look at the huge meteorite buried under the mayor's mansion that almost covered the entire manor.

Just now, when he went to lift the entire island of the mayor's mansion, such a large amount of radiation once again caused great harm to him, but Clark still gritted his teeth and lifted the huge manor forward in the wind and snow. fly.

The wind and snow blurred his eyes, muffled his voice, and even made his thoughts become chaotic.

Looking up, the sky and the earth are white.

No direction, no purpose, no hope, that's all Clark knew. He wants to fly a little further, as far away from the deadly radiation as possible, and he wants to put this manor in a safe place.

This goal kept echoing in Clark's mind, and he didn't even know what was supporting him to do this.

He is not stupid, he knows that everything that just happened in the manor actually revealed the ugliest side of these so-called upper class people.

They don't care about the truth or justice. As ants that are almost ready to collapse, in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, they overlook all living beings from above, but in terms of ability and character, they are far inferior to those hardworking living beings. noble.

They think they are beyond the rules of this society, but under the power, they fall to their knees faster than the cold wind howling outside the window. Whether in this absurd play or in this complicated ant nest society, they They are all too involved in the drama.

I don't know how long passed, but Clark thought it might be a century. His strength, which was constantly weakened by kryptonite, was finally exhausted.

He tried hard to stay steady, but during the final distance of landing, he still couldn't control the center of gravity of the entire manor well. When he landed, a corner of the manor first touched the ground, and then crashed into it with a "boom" surface.

156n.

And just this tremor caused huge changes in the entire manor.

Ordinary people are extremely fragile. They stand in the room, sighing at the power of God one second, and the next second, disaster strikes.

The manor, whose center of gravity was unstable when it landed, was shaken hard first, and then swayed left and right a few times. The entire manor turned into a centrifuge.

The residents staying in the guest rooms first flew into the air, and then fell hard to the ground. Some of them even hit the wall a few times, and everyone suffered head injuries.

The only advantage of this kind of landing process compared to earthquakes or plane crashes is that it ends quickly. Those with wrong postures will die quickly.

Among the residents on the entire three-story building, almost everyone was injured during the unstable landing. The most minor ones were bruised foreheads or scratched arms.

Most people had minor fractures. Not too many people died, about five or six, and most of them were elderly people who could not withstand the violent collision.

Clark, who had exhausted his last bit of strength, fell to the ground, and then, in the cold snow, felt the snowflakes hitting his face.

Clark felt his body getting colder and colder, but he breathed a sigh of relief because he felt that he had saved everyone in the manor.

Without the kryptonite, his strength recovered quickly. In almost a short while, he felt that he could stand up. But just when he wanted to do so, he saw a person in the vast blizzard. Came over.

He was wearing a suit, with green hair and clown makeup on his face, but he was not the clown standing in the banquet hall. His face felt familiar to Clark. In the blink of an eye, Clark exclaimed : "Professor Schiller..."

What appeared in his field of vision was the kryptonite that was lifted high and then dropped again.

When Clark woke up again, he found himself in the banquet hall again. He was tied up again, and the piece of kryptonite was firmly fixed on his chest. Obviously, it was impossible for him to break free this time.

Batman in the monitoring room also saw the Joker's accomplice who finally revealed his true face - it was another Joker.

Batman narrowed his eyes, showing his most suspicious expression. He lowered his head, looked at the bat doll he threw on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

But the farce in the banquet hall was far from over. The clown in a long suit came to Clark. After squatting down, he kept playing with the button with his hands, and then said to Clark, whose face was covered with blood:

"Do you think I'd be that bored? Let a bunch of idiots execute two other idiots?"

"Oh my God! This is simply the worst script in the world. It's boring, boring, and ignored..."

"If I only had this level, I would starve to death, but Jack is the greatest comedian in the world!"

"Next, is the real opening..."

As he spoke, he showed a crazy smile to Clark. At this moment, a woman with disheveled hair rushed out of the guest room, came to the railing of the patio, and shouted crazily:

"Kill him, kill that damn monster!"

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She lifted her hair with her hand. There was a huge wound from one side of her cheek to her neck. It looked like she had accidentally hit something when she landed and was cut.

Apart from this set of wounds, she was very beautiful and had a sexy figure. Her dress was glittering, but the wound and the blood on her chest made her look like a demon.

"He ruined my face! He ruined my entire acting career! I have another movie to shoot in the second half of the year. If I break the contract, I will lose everything!

! No!

!"

"Kill him! He is a monster! Woo woo woo..."

The woman's sharp roar and cry echoed in the manor. Obviously, she was going crazy.

In another room, a man dressed as a politician with a cane came out. His face was covered in blood and his arm was bent at a strange angle. He looked at the clown and said:

"It's not over yet! It's not over yet... I want to vote for Clark unanimously!"

"He moved the mayor's residence of the entire metropolis. How can we explain all this to the public? How can I face the questioning of the state assembly?! My career is ruined!"

"Are you crazy?!" Clark said in shock: "I am saving you! I am saving everyone in this manor..."

But more people came out, they were all injured and covered in blood, they shouted: "You monster!"

One of the old men who looked like a host stood up and pointed at Clark and said: "You don't want to save us, you want to kill us!"

As he said, he pointed his arm at the clown and said: "We have done what he said, we have voted, at that time, we are safe! But you, you have made a big mess and killed Sanda..."

A body was dragged out of the guest room, and a woman was lying on the body crying sadly, it seemed that she was the wife of the deceased.

"You just don't want to die, you're just worried that we will vote for you, so you're causing such a mess!"

"Since you don't have the ability to guarantee our safety, why do you do all this?!"

"You're not a human being at all, you're a monster, only monsters can do all this, you're not doing this for us at all!"

"My arm hurts so much, who can come and save me, God..."

"My face is disfigured, how can I host the show in the future? You've hurt all of us..."

"Even if I get cancer, it's better than this, at least I have the money to cure cancer, but now, I'm going to be disabled for life!"

"You're not a human being at all, a monster! A lunatic!"

Everyone was wailing, they dragged their injured limbs out of the room, came to the corridor of the patio, and accused Clark who was lying in the middle of the banquet hall.

Clark felt that he was in a blizzard, and those screams, wails, accusations, and abuses, like knife-like snowflakes, made him feel more painful. This pain went deep into his bones, depriving him of all his strength and the idea of ​​resistance.

Did he do something wrong? Clark thought, maybe.

That terrible madman, the madman who understood people's hearts the most, the clown, gave everyone hope. He made those people feel that as long as they voted according to his ideas, only one person would die today, either Clark or Lex.

This made all Clark's efforts and sacrifices look like selfish acts of sacrificing everyone's safety for the sake of saving himself.

Until now, Clark realized that all this was a conspiracy, and the madman was just trying to stimulate him from beginning to end.

From letting him face Lionel's body, to misleading him to knock down Lex, and then revealing the truth to make him feel guilty, to holding the so-called voting performance, perhaps even the kryptonite that he easily broke free of was part of his plan.

All the clown did was to throw him into the coldest blizzard in the world, to let him understand that there would be no colder wind and colder blizzard in the world than facing human nature directly.

Suddenly, a scream came from nowhere, echoing in the empty manor:

"Vote! I want to vote! I want to vote for Clark! Kill him!"

"Mr. Joker, exercise your power! My vote gives you the power! Kill him!"

This scream seemed to remind everyone. They looked at Clark, who was tied up again and extremely weak, and saw the two clowns holding weapons.

They suddenly realized that this voting game was not over. On the contrary, the show had just begun.

When one person moved, everyone began to walk back to the room with difficulty. Even if their arms were broken, their bodies were bleeding, and pain was surrounding them, they still tried their best to press the button.

At this time, the only audience of this show saw everything in the monitoring room.

When the blue light climbed up Batman's eyes, there was only an endless black tide.