In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 447: Scream Poetry (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the endless blizzard, a huge island soared into the sky, and the surrounding blizzard was like elves dancing and celebrating when a **** came to the world. The cold wind that kept howling was like the sky singing praises for this great power.

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

His face was extremely pale, but his expression was always very determined. He didn't look back at the huge extraterrestrial 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, the large amount of radiation caused great damage to him again, but Clark still gritted his teeth and lifted the huge island in the snowstorm. The manor flew forward.

The wind and snow blinded his eyes, buried his voice, and even made his thoughts become chaotic.

Looking up, the world is white.

With no direction, no purpose, no hope, Clark just knows. He wants to fly farther, farther away from the deadly radiation, and he wants to put the 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 so.

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

They don't care about the truth, they don't care about justice. As ants who are almost collapsed at the touch of a button, in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, they look down on all living beings from above, but they are far inferior to those in terms of ability and character. The hardworking mortals are noble.

They think they are detached from the rules of this society, but they kneel under the power faster than the cold wind whistling outside the window, no matter in this absurd drama or in this complicated ant nest society Here, they are all too deep into the drama.

I don't know how long it took, Clark felt that it might be a century, and his power, which was constantly weakened by kryptonite, was finally exhausted.

He tried hard to keep steady, but in the final distance of landing, he still couldn't control the center of gravity of the whole manor well. When he landed, a corner of the manor touched the ground first, and then there was a "boom" smashed into the ground.

But just this tremor alone caused huge changes in the entire manor.

Ordinary people are extremely fragile. Standing in the middle of the room, one second they were still admiring the mighty power of the gods, and the next second, disaster struck.

The manor, whose center of gravity was unstable when it landed, first shook violently, and then swayed from side to side a few times. The whole manor turned into a centrifuge.

The residents staying in the guest room first flew into the air, then slammed down to the ground, and some even hit the wall a few times, all of them were bleeding.

The only advantage of this kind of landing process compared to earthquakes or plane crashes is that it ends very quickly, and those who are in the wrong posture will die very quickly.

Among the residents on the entire third floor, almost all of them were injured during the unstable landing, the lightest ones had their foreheads broken or their arms cut.

The vast majority of people had minor fractures, and not too many people died, about five or six, and most of them were elderly people who could not withstand this violent collision.

Clark, who exhausted his last bit of strength, also fell to the ground, and then, in the icy snow, he felt the snowflakes slapping his face.

Clark felt his body getting colder and colder, but he was relieved because he felt that he had saved everyone in the manor.

Without kryptonite, his strength recovered very quickly. In almost a short while, he felt that he could stand up, but just when he wanted to do so, he saw in the vast blizzard, Someone has come 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 made Clark feel a little familiar. In the blink of an eye, Clark was startled. Exhaled: "Professor Schiller..."

What appeared in his field of vision was the kryptonite that was raised high and then smashed down again.

When Clark woke up again, he found himself in the banquet hall again. He was **** again, and the piece of kryptonite was firmly fixed to his chest. broke free.

And Batman in the monitoring room also saw the accomplice of the clown who finally revealed his true face—that was another clown.

Batman narrowed his eyes, showing the expression of suspicion he often made. 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. A clown in a long suit came in front of Clark. After squatting down, he kept playing with the button with his hands, and then said to Clark whose face was covered in blood:

"Do you think I would be so boring? Let a group of idiots execute two other idiots?"

"My God! This is the worst script in the world, boring, uninteresting, ignored..."

"I'd starve to death if I had only this level, 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 yelled frantically:

"Kill him, kill that **** monster!"

She brushed her hair up with her hands, and there was a huge wound from one side of her cheek to her neck, which looked like it was cut by accidentally bumping into something when she just landed.

Except for this set of wounds, she looks very beautiful and has a **** figure, and the dress on her body is shining, but the wound and the blood on her chest make her look like a demon.

"He ruined my face! He ruined my entire acting career! I still have a movie to make in the second half of the year, if I break the contract, I will lose everything!

! No!

! "

"Kill him! He's a monster! Woohoo..."

The woman's sharp roars and cries echoed in the manor. Obviously, she was about to go crazy.

In another room, a man dressed as a politician with a cane also came out. His face was covered with blood, and his arms were 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!"

"He moved the mayor's mansion in the entire metropolis. How are we going to explain this to the people? How am I going to face the state legislature?! My career is completely ruined!"

"Are you crazy?!" Clark said in shock, "I'm saving you! I'm saving everyone in this manor..."

However, more people came out, all with wounds and blood all over their bodies, and they shouted: "You monster!"

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

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

A corpse was dragged out from the guest room, and a woman was crying sadly on the corpse, it seemed to be the wife of the deceased.

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

"Since you don't have the ability to keep us safe, why did you do all this?!"

"You are not human at all, you are a monster, only monsters can do this, you are not for us at all!"

"My arm hurts so much, who can help me, God..."

"My face is disfigured, how am I going to host the show in the future? You have killed us all..."

"Even getting cancer is better than this, at least I have money to cure cancer, but now, I'm going to be permanently disabled!"

"You are not human at all, monster! Crazy!"

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

Clark felt that he was in the midst of a blizzard, and those screams, wailing, accusations, and abuse, such as knife-like snowflakes, made him feel even more painful. This pain went deep into his bones, depriving him of all his strength and thoughts of resistance .

Did he do something wrong? Perhaps, Clark thought.

That terrible lunatic, the lunatic who understands people's hearts the most, that clown, he gave everyone hope, he made those people feel that as long as they vote according to his ideas, then only one person will die today Personally ~IndoMTL.com~ is either Clark or Lex.

This makes all the efforts and sacrifices made by Clark look like a selfish act of sacrificing everyone's safety in order to save himself.

Until now, Clark discovered that all of this was a conspiracy, and that lunatic was just trying to stimulate him from beginning to end.

From asking him to face Lionel's body, to misleading him to knock down Lux, and then revealing the truth, making him feel guilty, and then to holding a so-called voting performance, maybe even the one who was killed by him The kryptonite that broke free easily was all part of his plan.

All that the clown did was to throw him into the coldest blizzard in the world, and let him understand that there will be no more icy wind and icier blizzard in this 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. Clown, exercise your power! My vote gives you power! Kill him!"

The scream seemed to remind everyone. They looked at the extremely weak Clark who was **** again, and saw the two clowns holding murder weapons.

They suddenly realize that the voting game is not over, on the contrary, the show has just begun.

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

At this time, the only spectator of the performance saw everything in the monitoring room.

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