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"who are you?"

The mysterious man didn't act or speak like the Kryptonian warriors he knew, and it felt like a different person.

"Okay, Carl, put the boring questions aside and deal with the old men first."

The voice fell, and the pipes in the room spewed a large amount of green gas.

These gases seemed to be highly toxic, and before they came into contact with Clark, the latter clutched his chest and fell to the ground with a face full of pain. His breathing became extremely rapid, and his cheeks were flushed.

"No wonder Zod hates you so much. As a Kryptonian, you have adapted to the earth's environment, but you can't adapt to the Kryptonian environment. In contrast, this body is not affected, and even if you don't have superpowers, you can act normally. "

The mysterious man grabbed Clark, who fell to the ground in pain, and beat him wildly. The scene of the beating was captured on camera and transmitted to an office thousands of miles away.

There were six old men sitting in the office, including Anders, who were high-ranking members of Congress. These people were of different factions from President Joel Nash, and it was because of this that Lex Luthor would cooperate with them.

The beating lasted a full three minutes.

After the video ended, an old man couldn't help but say,

"Superman is nothing more than that, finding a weakness is equally vulnerable."

The old man next to him said solemnly, "We used to underestimate Lex Luthor, he is worthy of cooperation."

"Anders, what do you think?"

Among the six, Anders was the youngest and the weakest. Hearing the question from his superior, he thought for a few seconds before saying,

"Lex Luthor is very smart. Like Luke Xiao, he has a technology that far exceeds this era. Working with him can reverse the current passive situation, but..." After a pause, he said solemnly,

"He's dangerous and hard to control."

Senator Evans, who was sitting in the main seat, waved his hand indifferently, "That's all geniuses. If they are easily controlled, they don't deserve to be called geniuses."

"He has no choice but us, and that's enough."

Anders thought for a while,

This is indeed the truth. Due to being captured by Kryptonians, Lex Luthor's identity has become very sensitive. The White House and the military have put him on the blacklist. Large consortiums dare not throw an olive branch because of their reputation. It is a bereaved dog who is in a state of fear all day long, and where does it still have its former prestige.

On the other side, the mysterious man after venting pushed Clark onto a chair and took out a green stone from the freezer.

"Do you know what this is?"

Clark wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stared at him coldly.

"Very good, it turns out that you are also angry. I thought you were really a god."

The mysterious man put the green light stone in front of Clark, who trembled violently, as if he had been poisoned.

"This is kryptonite, from your home planet Krypton. After the Battle of Metropolis, it fell all over the earth with the debris of the spacecraft. I spent a lot of time finding it."

"Orthodox Kryptonians are not afraid of kryptonite. You are different. You grew up on the earth. In order to adapt to the earth's environment, you forced yourself to evolve. As a result, you adapted to the earth, but not Krypton."

"It's really interesting."

Clark clutched his chest and said weakly,

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know so much about Krypton, who told you?"

"I'm Luke Shaw."

Clark was silent, feeling his body carefully, looking for a way to get rid of his weakness.

"You don't believe me, yes, Luke Xiao and you are comrades-in-arms, how could he harm you?"

The sound of footsteps came from outside, and a young man in a black suit, in his thirties, with a big bald head, appeared in the room.

Clark's face changed suddenly,

"It's you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Lex Luthor lit a cigarette and took a long breath, "I thought you would guess my identity, the entire earth, there are only four people who know about Kryptonian civilization, you, Linda Danvers, Lu Ke Shaw, and me, who was captured by them."

"I've given enough hints and you didn't guess, which is disappointing."

Clark ignored his sarcasm and asked solemnly,

"Why do you do such a thing, what exactly do you want to do?"

Luthor sighed, "If Luke Shaw was here, he would never ask such a stupid question. Didn't you see the camera in the corner? It's always working."

"Use your brains, guess what I'm shooting these videos for?"

Clark frowned, vaguely thinking of something.

Luther sneered, "I knew that you're not stupid, you just haven't experienced pain, just like me when I was a teenager, pure, kind, brave, compassionate and sense of justice, thinking that you can save the world, but in the end even my own Mother can't be saved."

When he said the last sentence, deep resentment flashed in his eyes, and he quickly calmed down.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Luther opened the suitcase and took out the prepared syringe,

"I need you to contribute something, it might hurt a bit."

Saying that, he picked up the syringe and inserted it into Clark's shoulder to draw 200 ml of plasma.

Clark was angry and angry. If he didn't understand the reason, it would be too stupid. The Kryptonian warrior in front of him must be a cloned body. Lex Luthor did not know how to control him and make him change. into a weapon.

Kryptonians are weapons!

Damn it!

"Humans are the greatest race, and the race with the greatest potential. We have the ability to solve problems, and we don't need aliens to act as heroes."

Luthor put the syringe in the suitcase, took out the pistol and aimed it at Clark's head,

"You're not a hero, you're just a self-righteous idiot. Your power comes from the sun. Without the sun, you're nothing, just like now, just pull the trigger lightly and it can kill you."

"Power can make people think they shouldn't, such as ruling the world, playing with people's hearts, plundering wealth, making rules, or being a hero, just like you..."

Luther crouched down and stared straight at him,

"Superman of Metropolis, the personification of justice, the god among men revered by millions, all your courage, kindness, and sense of justice are built on the foundation of strength, which makes you fearless and omnipotent, as The gods are generally unattainable, but once they have no power..."

boom!

The gunshots sounded, and Clark shivered violently.

The bullet rubbed his scalp and landed on the wall behind. Looking at the pale and bleeding face, Luther laughed complacently.

"See, you're terrified, scared, trembling in the face of death, you're not a superhero at all, you're just a fool living in a daydream."

"You are far from Batman. He can create fear and use it to protect Gotham, and you, you don't even know what fear is, but it doesn't matter, it's here, right in front of you."

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