"No, it's not a heart-to-heart talk, I think it's more important than that."

After Clark entered, he closed the door.

"Eric, are you going to find the 'villain gang'?"

Clark asked Eric directly.

"Why do you say that?"

Eric walked to the desk and sat down, and asked casually, "In your eyes, would I be such an impulsive person?"

"Didn't you use a word a lot before - plan ahead? I think you're likely to act on your own when faced with such a threat."

A serious expression flashed in Clark's eyes, "This is my fault, and I want to solve it myself."

"Solution? How to solve it?"

Eric asked with interest.

He really couldn't think of any means other than "violence" for his eldest brother.

Is it possible to use violence to knock down or even kill all the opponents?

"Search for evidence of their crimes, hand them over to the police, and let them die!"

Clark said righteously.

"You're still so naive, Clark. Sometimes, I even think you might have a wiser mind in your red kryptonite ring."

Eric shook his head speechlessly, "Sin and corruption are synonymous with each other. It is better to expect a city like Metropolis to rely on the police to maintain law and order and solve the problems of the citizens. It is better to expect the aliens who will suddenly come tomorrow. "

Speaking of picking up the black arrow shaft, Eric paused for a moment and said:

"I checked on the Internet, the synthetic material of this arrow shaft is patented and belongs to the Saditris company, which means 'archer' in Latin letters, and the headquarters of the Saditris company is located in Star City. Then contact You were hired by the gangsters to kill a guy in Star City, and after investigating the basic information of the gangster, you can basically conclude that this so-called 'villain gang' is just a subordinate organization of a large enterprise group in Star City."

Saying the information of his investigation in one breath, seeing Clark's thoughtful expression, Eric continued: "I even thought of an archer in a certain star city."

"Archer?"

A puzzled look appeared on Clark's face, "A chivalrous archer like Robin Hood?"

"almost."

"Then he must be weak."

Chapter 135: The Rat That Lives Long

"Forehead......"

Clark always felt something was wrong.

"Eric, can't you speed up a bit?"

In the dark, Eric was flying in the air.

The speed of flight is a bit slow, not much faster than the flight speed of birds.

Clark grabbed Eric's clothes and flew forward with him.

Although it is not afraid of heights because of the fear of falling, it has a strange feeling.

"If you speed up, I'm afraid you will be thrown straight off."

Eric glanced coldly

In my impression, Superman is flying in the air with others in his arms. I didn't expect that Superman would one day be carried by himself in the air.

Although it is impossible to hold each other, but thinking of the previous contrast, there is still a strange feeling.

"I don't know... when did I learn to fly!"

Clark said sadly.

"I don't quite get it, I've experienced something like this before. When I woke up one day and found myself floating on the bed, it was amazing..."

Clark recounted the story of his previous bed collapse by floating into the air.

"If you're trying to learn to fly, you're fully grown, Clark."

Eric said lightly.

He knows how strong "Krypton's Son" will be in the future, Darkseid, Anti-Monitor... these guys who threaten the life and death of the universe, all of which are made by Clark.

If Clark learns to fly, it is estimated that the seal will be lifted, and he will become the omnipotent "Superman" in his own impression, not the rebellious, clumsy and indecisive Clark now.

but......

If that's the case, does it mean that if he doesn't continue to improve his strength, he will be hammered by this guy in the future?

Clark will soon awaken his flying ability. If he can't improve his strength quickly, the situation between the two will easily have a "two-level reversal"!

Feeling the gust of wind blowing in his ears, Eric fell into thinking about the danger in times of safety.

Ten minutes later, the two landed in a deserted alley in the metropolis.

"This is the site of the so-called 'villain gang'?"

Eric looked to the side and asked Clark.

"Yes, it's here. I remember there were a lot of people here when I came last time."

Clark glanced left and right in confusion.

Eric ignored the other party and activated his super vision to look at the building shrouded in the night, penetrating many obstacles and seeing inside the building.

Bustling entertainment venues, ordinary residential buildings...

The scenes in the building were completely captured by his sight.

......

Gangster Headquarters.

The gang leader is reporting the situation to a mysterious man sent from the headquarters.

"We discovered his abilities, he is not an ordinary person, bullets can't hurt him at all, and his speed is like a gust of wind! This is completely out of the scope of normal people."

The boss of the villain gang, a middle-aged bald head with a capable figure, reports to the mysterious man.

The whole body was hidden in the darkness, with a black hood and mask, and all kinds of cold weapons, the daunting man was silent for a moment after listening to the report of the bald head.

"So, you want to hire him to do things for us? Although he has such strength, he is not a trustworthy guy, and... this kind of guy who robs banks every three days is someone we can absorb? We have spent A plan that has been years in the making, and no one will be allowed to sabotage it."

"what's the plan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two figures walking in from outside.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the two were shocked.

The bald head looked at Clark who was walking behind Eric, his eyes widened, he didn't expect the other party to find him!

"It sounds like you are planning some major event, are you bothering you?"

Eric asked casually while looking at the surrounding environment.

"You... how are you? What about the people outside?!"

The bald head stood up and asked Eric with a shocked expression.

He clearly ordered his subordinates to guard outside, and it was impossible for these two guys to come in without disturbing anyone.

"You mean your subordinates?"

Eric shook his head, "It has been solved."

"What... what?"

Before he could react, Eric stepped forward, moved in front of the bald head, grabbed the opponent's neck, and lifted him up.

"This arrow belongs to your gang, right?"

While grabbing the opponent's neck, Eric showed the opponent the black arrow in his hand.

The throat was caught, the bald head was breathing hard and breathless, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Although he wanted to be tough, the pain in his throat and the lack of air in his lungs made it impossible for him to maintain his tough character.

"Ahem...that's just a warning, I don't intend to hurt anyone!"

To his horror, he did not expect that this guy in front of him had the same strength as Clark Kent.

Looking at Clark, who was staring at him now, his bald head was instantly filled with despair.

"He...he took our money, but didn't help us, it's just a warning!"

As the bald head spoke intermittently, he turned his attention to Clark.

Clark felt a little guilty when he was staring at him. Although he wanted to refute immediately, when he thought of keeping silent he had agreed with Eric before, he could only glance to the side and pretend he didn't hear it.

Eric was not satisfied with the bald head's answer, and the strength in his hands continued to increase, "Another question, are you a gangster or a terrorist organization?"

The bald head was a little surprised by Eric's question. He was stunned for a while and then quickly replied: "We... We are ordinary gangsters, not terrorist organizations."

"Is that so?"

Eric nodded, "But...I'm skeptical."

"Let him go!"

The man sitting opposite Eric, under the black uniform and hood mask, stood up and said to Eric.

The other party folded his arms on his chest, his eyes looked directly at Eric, who was strangling his bald neck, and his voice was cold, "Either go to hell, or there is still a chance of life, let him go, you have made a choice. "

"yes?"

Eric smiled and let go of the right hand holding the bald head, and said, "I'm afraid it's you who has to make the choice, not me."

Speaking of Lightspeed, he stretched out his left hand and twisted the opponent's neck before the bald head fell to the ground.

With a "click", the bald head fell to the ground immediately, without even a groan.

"you......!"

Seeing Eric getting rid of the bald head so easily and neatly, the hooded man was instantly filled with anger, and at the same time he was most vigilant towards Eric!

He has never seen an existence with such speed, his body is full of murderous aura and a cold and inaccessible temperament, even just standing in front of him makes him feel extremely dangerous.

Affected by the warning in his heart, the hooded man's eyelids twitched wildly, and he immediately drew his bow and arrow!

A sharp arrow immediately charged towards Eric.

After years of training, he was driven by hatred and trained himself into a hooded man with a sharp blade, and instantly showed his blade.

But what surprised him happened again!

Whoosh!

Before the black arrow entered the range around the opponent's body, it was grabbed.

In Eric's hand, he held the arrow that struck like black lightning.

"Is it just an arrow of this magnitude?"

Eric sneered and threw the black arrow to the ground.

"If there are only arrows of this magnitude, then...you can prepare to die!"

In the next second, the man in black opened his eyes wide, and a storm surged in his heart!

Eric rushed in front of him like lightning and stretched out his hand to grab him.

The fierce momentum, accompanied by the strong wind, made the hooded man startle in his heart!

Having undergone strict and even brutal training, he slammed his right foot to the ground and tried to pull away a distance between himself and Eric with the help of recoil force.

After opening up the space, he quickly pulled out his right hand, and quickly and without hesitation, he drew a black arrow from the rucksack on his back.

Even though Eric's aura was overwhelmed and he couldn't breathe, he still pulled out a black arrow that was used as a counterattack at high speed.

Unexpectedly, the moment the arrow was placed on the bowstring, it was taken back by the opponent.

Under the horrified gaze of the hooded man, the arrow pierced his shoulder.

Arrows with titanium blades cut through his skin and stabbed into his shoulder blades.

The sharp pain came, and the hooded man subconsciously stepped back, but he did not expect the arrow to be pushed a few times and penetrated deeper into his muscles.