The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2596: Xiao Xiao Down (Eighty)

Brock came quickly and understood what happened in just a moment. He said, "Your apprentice was found in an alley near the police station. She is not dead, but she was injured. The other party got some of her blood, probably to imitate her."

"The imitation was very unsuccessful." Gordon said, "She can't tell left from right, and there are obvious abnormalities in her eyeballs."

"But fortunately, they finally knew to change their thinking." Brock shrugged and said, "It's much easier to imitate others to get in."

He looked down at the bodies in the car and said, "What are you going to do? Find a place to throw it away?"

"Remember the body of Clay at the beginning? The forensic doctor found metal parts in his body. Even if we want to throw them away, we have to get these things out first."

"Then we must cut it open, at least a craniotomy is indispensable." Brock took a puff of cigarette and said, "I know you can't do this, leave it to me, I helped a few old friends solve the life problems after they were released from prison, they should be willing to help. "

Gordon said nothing with a gloomy face. It was obvious that his good mood in the morning was ruined. He waved his hand and said, "I'll go see Winnie first. This ghost thing scared me. She must be scared. By the way, where are you going to throw this thing?"

"Don't worry about it. There is always a place for them. "

"But it's best not to delay Schiller's housewarming party. He doesn't like people to be late."

Brock made a gesture to him, indicating that he could rest assured.

Gordon came to Schiller's house with the large group. Seeing Schiller surrounded by the crowd, he went up to say hello and left, intending to go to the woods next to him to smoke a cigarette and relax.

During this period of time, there have been many troubles in the police station. The main troubles came from the pressure from the top and the group of clones who have been making trouble.

At first, they were stuffed in for no reason, but the gang he brought out knew who was their own people. The people who were stuffed in had no access to important work at all. Although they didn't give them any opportunities to take advantage of, it was also tiring to guard against thieves every day.

Unexpectedly, these idiots came to their senses and found that they could not integrate into this group, so they began to think of ways to replace Gordon's own people.

Fortunately, they started by targeting Gordon's capable people. If they replaced a small police officer at the beginning, Gordon might not be able to detect it.

Thinking of this, Gordon was a little scared. If they really succeeded, he didn't know how big a mess it would cause.

Gordon walked along the river bank, but soon heard movement in the woods behind him. He turned around and Bullock rushed over from behind the tree, made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and lowered his voice and said: "Schiller is not around here, right?"

"He's over there dealing with guests."

"That's easy, Jim, take them there. "

Gordon watched with his own eyes as several young men rushed out of the woods behind him, carrying boxes one after another and running towards the lake. When he smelled the blood, Gordon knew what was in the box.

Brock took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, everything is tied up. Jim and his men used to do dirty work for the gangs, so they will leave no traces."

"Are you crazy? Are you going to dump the body in front of Schiller? !"

"I bet he won't care." Brock said, "Even if you go back with a bloody smell on your body, he won't care what you did. He is too busy with the banquet. "

Gordon was about to open his mouth to refute, but he thought about it and thought that in Schiller's eyes, this pile of body fragments was not as important as a bracket on his oven.

But Schiller's discovery was one thing, and the body that looked like his subordinates was discovered by so many people was another matter.

Gordon had already clenched the gun. If the Joker mentioned the word corpse again, he would shoot him and call an ambulance.

The forest in the morning mist faded its brilliant colors, and the red, orange, yellow and green were all covered with a foggy filter. There was only a little red, which was frightening, but it only flashed in Clark's eyes for a moment and disappeared.

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 Luther Building with large bags and small rolls.

Then they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Lex held a knife in his hand, and the man in the helicopter pilot's clothes fell to 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 big things.

Today they are all going to Schiller's housewarming party. Even if Lex has a huge grudge against this person, it is impossible to take revenge now.

"Someone disguised himself as my helicopter pilot, but I found him, so I killed him."

"Who?" Diana asked with a frown.

"Who else could it be?"

Clark immediately stepped forward, he 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 is he still unwilling to let us go? ! ! "Clark roared, "They almost killed Lois! !"

Lex looked at Diana, who put down her things and sighed, saying, "Yesterday morning, when we were preparing camping equipment together, someone attacked Lois, and Clark had to expose his ability. Fortunately, nothing serious happened."

"Is he also from the Confession Cartel?"

"We were busy saving Lois and let him run away, but Clark used his perspective eyes to see the other party's tattoo, and he was from the drug trafficking organization."

Lex's face darkened, and he said, "I know there will be many obstacles on this road, but a drug trafficking organization dares to move on my head..."

Clark stood up, looked at Lex with a worried look and said, "Are you okay? Are you not injured?"

"I thought you would say that I killed innocent people indiscriminately."

"From any angle, they are not innocent."

"But he did not attack me." Lex looked down at the body and said, "I was not sure he was a drug dealer when I killed him."

"But fortunately you are smart enough, otherwise he would have hit anything with his helicopter, and you would definitely die without a burial place."

"You have really changed a lot, Clark." Lex said with some sigh.

"I leave my gentleness to my friends and my cruelty to my enemies." Clark's blue eyes seemed to be glowing. 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 from Clark and could only curse Clark in his heart for never beating around the bush.

"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 step aside, and take me and the things to the destination later, don't worry about anything else."

"Do you want to cut it open?" Clark asked.

"Don't ask knowingly." Lex pushed him with some disdain and said, "You go to the back of the helicopter first, the next scene is not suitable for children."

But Clark's eyes lit up red, and several lasers shot out, and the body was instantly divided into several pieces.

Lex was stunned. He looked at Clark and showed a trace of fear, but suddenly remembered who he did this for, and felt ashamed of his emotions just now.

Clark didn't care that Lex was alone there with mixed feelings. He said, "I should be able to burn it directly to ashes, but I always feel that I should leave some evidence. Can I take the tattoo away? 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 to daydream." Clark's natural wisdom in dealing with the world was fully reflected at this time. He said, "If someone has already touched your house with a knife and is even going to cut your throat, do you still want to discuss with them the cultural customs of respecting corpses?"

"It's better 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 felt the comfort of being understood. If Lex must be defined in one word, he is a red pragmatist.

In short, his goal is not to achieve ultimate communism, or even socialism. Due to his inherent mental defects, he cannot have real sympathy for the lower class people.

All the things he did, such as promoting communism or liberating the people, and all the spirits related to the red thought, were just his weapons. He wanted to use these weapons to solve problems, not to realize some great dreams.

He knew that he and Oliver would not get along, because Oliver was an idealist. He believed that as long as the faith was firm enough, man would conquer nature, and as long as the theory was mature enough, he would always be able to infect enough people. Lex hated these people who chanted scriptures.

His cooperation with Oliver and his support for Oliver were just 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 that Oliver was expelled from the center of the revolutionary army. He even expected it long ago. Oliver's set was not mature enough, and it was reasonable that he would fail.

It's not that you can't have ideals, but Oliver talked about ideals too early, and he went smoothly under the joint efforts of all parties. He never developed any political skills. No qualified leader could be like him.

Lex originally thought that Clark would become a utopian like him sooner or later if he was hanging out with Oliver every day.

Unexpectedly, the alien gave him another surprise. Lex even began to wonder why Clark could always choose the right path unswervingly in the crisis that might lead him astray, and even walked more righteously than any of them.

After thinking about it, Lex didn't find any place where Clark was too different from them. If there was one, it was probably his happy family.

This was something that he couldn't envy. When he thought about being a filial son with Lionel, Lex got goose bumps all over his body.

Lex helped Clark peel off the tattooed part of the skin. Clark wrapped it and put it at the bottom of the box. Then he offered to help Lex burn the rest into ashes, but Lex refused.

"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."