amaotonovel Chapter 2596: Xiao Xiao Down (8)
Chapter 2596: Xiao Xiao Down (8)
Chapter 2596: Xiao Xiao Down (Eighty)
Brock arrived quickly and understood what happened in just a moment. He said, "Your apprentice was found in an alley near the police station. She was not dead, but was slightly injured. The other party got some of her blood, probably to imitate her."
"The imitation was a complete failure," Gordon said. "It couldn't tell left from right, and the eyeballs were obviously abnormal."
"But fortunately, they finally figured out a new way of thinking." Brock shrugged and said, "It's much easier to imitate others and get in."
He looked down at the body in the car and said, "What are you going to do? Throw it away somewhere?"
"Remember Clay's body at the beginning? The forensic doctor found metal parts in his body. Even if we have to throw them away, we have to get these things out first."
"It will definitely have to be cut open, at least the craniotomy is necessary." Brock took a puff of his cigarette and said, "I know you can't do it, leave it to me. I helped a few old friends solve their life problems after they were released from prison, they should be willing to help."
Gordon said nothing with a sullen face. It was obvious that his good mood from the beginning of the morning was ruined. He waved his hand and said, "I'll go check on Winnie first. This ghost thing scared me. She must be scared. By the way, where are you going to throw this thing?"
"Just forget about it. They'll go somewhere."
"But it's best not to be late for Schiller's housewarming party. He doesn't really like people being late."
Brock made a gesture to him, telling him not to worry.
Gordon followed the large group to Schiller's home. When he saw Schiller surrounded by a crowd, he went up to him, said hello, and left, planning to go to the woods nearby to smoke a cigarette and relax.
There have been a lot of troubles in the police station during this period, and the main troubles come from the pressure from superiors and this group of clones who have been making trouble.
In the beginning, people were sent in for no reason, but the guys he brought with him knew who were their own people. The people who were sent in had no access to important work at all. Although they didn't give anyone any opportunity to take advantage of, it was tiring to guard against thieves every day.
Unexpectedly, this group of idiots came to their senses. When they found they couldn't integrate into the group, they started looking for ways to replace Gordon's own people.
Fortunately, they targeted Gordon's right-hand man at the beginning. If they had replaced a young police officer at the beginning, Gordon might not have been able to detect it.
Thinking of this, Gordon felt a little scared. If they really succeeded, who knows how big a mess it would cause.
Gordon kept walking along the river bank, but soon he heard some movement in the woods behind him. He turned around and saw Bullock rushing over from behind a tree. He made a gesture to him to keep quiet and said in a low voice, "Schiller isn't around here, is he?"
"He's dealing with guests over there."
"That's easy, Jim. Take them."
Gordon watched with his own eyes as several young men rushed out of the woods behind him, carrying box after box and running towards the lake. When he smelled the blood, he knew what was in the box.
Brock took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, everything has been tied up. Jim and his gang used to do dirty work for the gangs. We guarantee that there will be no traces left."
"Are you crazy? Are you planning to dump the body in front of Schiller?!"
"I bet he wouldn't care," Bullock said. "Even if you came back smelling of blood, he wouldn't care what you did. He's too busy preparing for the party."
Gordon was about to open his mouth to refute, but then he thought that in Schiller's eyes, this pile of body fragments was not as important as a bracket on his oven.
But it was one thing for Schiller to discover it, and it was another thing for a body that looked so much like his subordinates to be discovered by so many people.
Gordon had his gun tightly in his hand. If the Joker mentioned anything like a corpse again, he would shoot him and call an ambulance.
The forest in the morning mist had lost its brilliant colors, and the red, orange, yellow and green were all covered by a foggy filter. Only a little red was left, which was startling, but it only flashed for a moment in Clark's eyes before disappearing.
Lex looked back and saw the worry in Clark's eyes.
Blood, blood all over the ground.
Lex stood in front of a pool of blood, holding the phone and said indifferently: "My helicopter pilot is dead. I'm afraid I have to ask you to take me there today."
In less than two minutes, Clark and Diana appeared on the helipad on the roof of the Luthor Building carrying large and small bags.
Then I was stunned by the scene in front of me.
Lex was holding a knife in his hand, and the man in helicopter pilot clothes was lying on the ground. Judging from the amount of bleeding, he must be dead.
"What's going on, Lex?"
There was no anger in Clark's tone, only shock and concern. He knew that his friend was not a lunatic, and more importantly, he would not let any irrational behavior delay his important matters.
They are all going to attend Schiller's housewarming party today. Even if Lex has a huge grudge against this person, it is impossible for him to take revenge now.
"Someone was pretending to be my helicopter pilot, but I found out, so I took him out."
"Who?" Diana asked with a frown.
"Who else could it be?"
Clark immediately took a step forward, reached out and lifted the back of the helicopter pilot's clothes, and sure enough, he found the tattoo of the Confession Cartel on his waist.
"Why won't he let us go?!" Clark roared, "They almost killed Lois!!"
Lex looked at Diana, who put down what she was holding, sighed and said, "Yesterday morning when we were preparing camping equipment together, someone attacked Lois, and Clark had to reveal his abilities, but luckily nothing serious happened."
"Also someone who confessed to the cartel?"
"We were busy rescuing Lois, so he ran away, but Clark used his X-ray vision to see his tattoo and found out that he was from the drug trafficking organization."
Lex's face darkened. He said, "I know there will be many obstacles on this road, but a drug trafficking organization dares to make trouble for me..."
Clark straightened up, looked at Lex with a worried look and said, "Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"
"I thought you were going to accuse me of killing innocent people."
"They are not innocent in any way."
"But he certainly didn't do anything to me." Lex looked down at the body and said, "I wasn't sure he was a drug dealer when I killed him."
"But luckily you're smart enough, otherwise he'd have crashed his helicopter into something and you'd have been killed without a burial place."
"You've really changed a lot, Clark." Lex said with some admiration.
"I am gentle to my friends and cruel to my enemies." Clark's blue eyes seemed to be shining. He said, "How gentle I am depends on how good my friends are, and vice versa."
Lex was choked again. He turned his head away and didn't look at Clark. He could only curse Clark in his heart for never being able to beat around the bush when speaking.
"What should we do now?" Diana looked at the corpse and said with a headache: "The banquet is about to start, and we are already late."
"Leave the body to me. You guys step aside and take me and the stuff to the destination later. Don't worry about anything else."
"You want to cut it open?" Clark asked.
"Don't ask when you already know the answer." Lex pushed him with some disdain and said, "Go to the back of the helicopter first. The following scene is not suitable for children."
But a red light flashed in Clark's eyes, and several lasers shot out, and the corpse was instantly divided into several pieces.
Lex was stunned. He looked at Clark and saw a hint of fear, but suddenly he remembered who he did this for and felt ashamed of his emotions.
Clark didn't care that Lex was feeling mixed emotions. He said, "I should be able to burn it to ashes, but I think there should be some evidence. Can I take the tattoo? Maybe Oliver will need it."
"I didn't expect you to be so... pragmatic." Lex said in a complicated tone.
"Pragmatists don't have time for daydreaming." Clark's natural wisdom in dealing with the world was fully demonstrated at this time. He said: "If someone has already walked into your house with a knife and is even about to cut your throat, do you still want to discuss the cultural custom of respecting corpses with them?"
"It's great that you think so." Lex could only say this sourly, and at the same time began to hate himself for missing the trip to Mexico. It must be a great legendary journey to make an alien change like this.
But at the same time, Lex feels comforted by being understood. If one must define Lex in one word, he is a red pragmatist.
Simply put, his goal is not to achieve ultimate communism, or even socialism. Due to his inherent mental defects, he is unable to have real sympathy for the people at the bottom of society.
Everything he did to promote communism or liberate the people, and all the spirit related to red thinking he upheld were just his weapons. He wanted to use these weapons to solve problems, not to realize some great dream.
He knew that he and Oliver would never get along because Oliver was an idealist. He believed that as long as the faith was strong enough, man could conquer nature. As long as the theory was mature enough, it would always be able to infect enough people. Lex hated these scripture-chanting people very much.
His cooperation with Oliver and his support for Oliver were only out of pragmatism. He believed that the situation in Mexico was conducive to the development of his metropolis, so he did so.
He was not surprised at all that Oliver was expelled from the Revolutionary Army Center. He had even expected it. Oliver's approach was not mature enough, so it was reasonable that he would fail.
It’s not that we can’t have ideals, it’s just that Oliver talked about ideals too early, and with the joint efforts of all parties, everything went smoothly. He never developed any political skills. No qualified leader could be like him.
Lex originally thought that Clark would become a dreamer like Oliver sooner or later if he hung out with him every day.
Unexpectedly, the alien gave him another surprise. Lex even began to wonder why Clark could always choose the right path unswervingly in crisis after crisis, even more so than any of them.
After thinking about it, Lex couldn't find anything that was particularly different between Clark and them. If he had to say one, it would probably be his happy family.
This is something he could never envy. When Lex thought about being a loving father and a filial son to Lionel, he got goosebumps all over his body.
Lex helped Clark peel off the tattooed part of his skin, and Clark wrapped it up and put it at the bottom of the box. Then he offered to help Lex burn the rest into ashes, but Lex refused.
"So what are you going to do?" Clark asked.
"I guess Professor Schiller will arrange a fishing trip, but I'm not good at lure fishing. As long as no one sees, it should be fine for me to throw some bait." Lex looked down at the body and said, "You cut it too roughly. Let me do it."
(End of this chapter)