"Everyone must be held accountable for their actions, whether he is a child or an adult."

Eric's expression was still full of indifference, "She is trying to come over with a weapon, if I'm not here, if you lose your superpowers, if we are all ordinary people, then it's you and me who will die. Clark, never deal with evil. The line has the greatest forbearance."

Eric paused for a moment and said, "The fact is, she came over to try to kill, but the dagger in her hand accidentally fell outside the bus. Nervous and panic, she quickly jumped out of the car and was about to pick up the dagger. Getting hit by a speeding car. Accidents always miss those villains, don't they?"

Clark took a deep breath, "In any case, the crimes her parents committed should not be borne by her, maybe she was just driven by hatred and did some irrational things, we shouldn't... "

"That's the difference between me and you, Clark, you like to keep everything simple and one-dimensional, but the world won't be so simple, I don't believe those baseball coaches buried alive, our simple Dinah girls don't know Affection."

After Eric finished speaking, he closed his eyes and was no longer ready to speak.

Seeing Eric's unwillingness to pay attention to himself, Clark sighed, and the expression on his face became even more frustrated.

After this period of experience, Clark felt more and more that his own strength could not help him solve all difficulties.

With superhuman strength, he also lives in chains all the time.

Only when you realize that you are not omnipotent can you feel the emotions of being human.

Clark looked at the blue sky outside the window and thought a little.

After returning to the Kent farm, when Eric mentioned today's car accident, Martha said in surprise: "So... did the police salvage the girl?"

"not yet."

Eric shook his head.

"It's really sad and regrettable."

Martha said in a low mood.

"You can't save everyone, Clark."

Seeing Clark's silence, Jonathan thought he felt guilty because he couldn't save the girl, came over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Unfortunate things happen all the time in this world, and we can't take all the responsibilities. On the shoulders. If you are too **** yourself, then you will be surrounded by those abnormal emotions all the time.”

"I know, Dad."

Clark smiled at his father, who didn't explain much to him.

He didn't say anything about what happened on the bus, he just glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window.

night.

After nightfall, a figure entered the Justice Society headquarters in the Metropolis.

After Bart entered the Justice Hall, he put the plastic bucket and backpack he was carrying on the ground.

He clapped his hands and looked at his surroundings.

"Leader of the Justice Society."

After glancing at the leader's chair, Bart walked over and tried to sit.

"Hmm, it's just average sitting, not as good as my favorite old-fashioned sofa, and honestly, I probably won't be a leader in my life."

After sitting for a while, Bart stood up, walked over to the plastic bucket and lifted the lid.

A fishy smell emanated directly from the barrel.

Bart carried the bucket to an iron door and knocked on it, "Big man, come out for dinner."

As he spoke, he opened the doorway under the iron gate and directly stuffed the fish in the bucket.

After throwing all the fresh fish in, Bart continued to stuff the fruits in his schoolbag.

After all the food was thrown in, there was a loud chewing sound in the room.

After getting acquainted with Solomon Grandi in the iron gate, Bart is no longer afraid of the monster in the iron gate.

Sitting in front of the iron gate and listening to the chewing sounds inside, Bart said to himself, "Big man, you remind me of a story I experienced when I was a child."

"My uncle had a dog, a pit bull, and his name was Jax. When my uncle dragged him out of the cage, his wounds got worse. My uncle was a jerk, and he kept Jax S's purpose is to make it a fighting dog, and the daily bites become bloody, Jax becomes more fierce, as long as someone gets close, it will show its fierce side, baring its teeth and making everyone disgusted."

Bart paused for a while, then continued: "So one day, I opened his iron cage and quietly let it go. I told my uncle that it escaped by itself. I sent it to a far away place. Later, I went to see Jax and he became very friendly, he licked my fingers and treated everyone who came near him."

"Because someone loves it, it doesn't open its fangs anymore."

Bart stood up, looked at the monster in the iron gate, and said, "Will you be Jax?"

"I must be a fool, why would I say this to you?"

Then Bart shook his head, "I used to be a little lonely, but now I have found a good group of friends and family. I used to be Jax, but now, I'm no longer Jax."

As he spoke, he put on the P3 headset, lifted the empty plastic bucket, launched super speed, and left the Justice Society headquarters in an instant.

After launching the overdrive back to Smallville, Bart found the black night sky covered with dark clouds.

There is a feeling of storm coming.

"Will there be a heavy rain today?"

"Whoa!"

The torrential rain poured down, and the entire earth was completely submerged in white water vapor.

Metropolitan International Airport.

The black car was parked on the edge of the runway on the edge of the tarmac. Amanda Waller, dressed in a black jacket and jeans, in a casual dress, got out of the car first with an umbrella, followed by several professional bodyguards.

Amanda Waller, an agent of the U.S. government, a high-level executive of the Sky Eye Society dealing with superhuman affairs, the warden of the superhuman prison Bell Reeve, the head of the cad project, and the future suicide squad she created.

Although she has not yet founded a suicide squad, she has become a senior member of the Sky Eye Society and has begun to emerge in superhuman affairs.

"I said Mr Deadshot, from the moment you got in the car, you had that black face - I don't mean your skin color, but your hostile attitude, it looks like you're a little unhappy about working for me."

Amanda Waller stood in front of the car, raised her hand to glance at the time, turned and smiled at the **** man behind.

"Anyway, I got you out of the police station. Even if you don't appreciate it, I think...you should give me a smile."

"I don't know if I should trust you."

The dead shooter said bluntly: "I even began to wonder if you caused my imprisonment. I know that you have a lot of energy in the government. I have a lot of doubts about the whole incident you planned. You are that kind of person. , I can see your true colors."

"You can think of me as a—not a bad bad guy, or not a very good guy."

Amanda, a slender figure, played word games with a smile on her face.

She didn't have any idea of ​​subduing the unruly guy in front of her, although the guy she got out of Bell Reeve prison had good shooting skills and fighting skills.

She just wants to use each other and form a team that can be used by herself.

The guy in front of him was the first member he wanted to recruit.

The moral bottom line of the other party is neither too high nor too low, and it is obviously suitable for joining their own team.

"As for the issue of trust, if you hadn't had a close relationship with Laila Michaels (head of the Sky Eye Society), you thought I'd let you in? Mr. Lawton, I'm not one of those in your prison with loyalty and friendship We don't need to be partners and teammates."

Amanda restrained her smile and said to the dead shooter:

"This time, we are entrusted by General Ryan to investigate a difficult case in a nearby town. Believe me, this case will be more difficult than any case you have ever seen. All you can do is listen to me. Also, I'll have a lot of back-ups to keep our relationship at a good stage."

"Just me?"

Death Archer frowned and asked uncertainly.

"Of course it's not just you, we have also arranged some other manpower, you will meet them sooner or later, but before that, I need you to restrain your sense of excess."

Holding an umbrella, Amanda looked at the city shrouded in the pouring rain, and said, "There may be some of your old friends among the others."

"Old friend?"

"Yes."

Amanda's slender figure stood quietly under the umbrella, "I know your current situation, your family is difficult, and it seems that you lack some necessary money, maybe, I can help you here, but the premise is that we maintain a good partnership.”

As soon as the voice fell, Amanda's cell phone rang, frowning, she stopped the conversation with the dead shooter, and answered the phone.

"Colonel Flagg, everything is ready? Very well, the intelligence provided by the Pentagon is always limited, and if we want to stand firm, we must make some trade-offs about the correctness of the intelligence they give. Don't go to Small yet. Will, we need to visit an important person - Lionel Luthor."

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Chapter 179 The Daughter and the Raven

The rainstorm at night comes and goes quickly.

By the next morning, the rain had completely stopped.

Eric stood outside the farm, absorbing the fresh air after the rain.

Clark answered the phone in the barn's makeshift living room.

"I know, Chloe, I've been trying to figure that out, but I might need some time, sorry."

After explaining to Chloe, Clark hung up the phone and sighed a little dejectedly.

Looking up, he found that Eric was already standing in front of him.

"You look like you're in some trouble, Clark."

"Yes."

Clark sat down, pressed his slightly aching forehead, and said: "Chloe's eccentric interest has flared up again, and she wants me to write a documentary news report about a series of strange things that happened in the town before. , but...you know, Eric, there are times when we can't reveal the truth, but need to be forgotten, or...completely buried."

"I agree with your opinion."

Eric nodded, "The profession you want to be in the future is a reporter, right? Then you need to have a constant struggle with your reporter's sacred professional sense, and being a superman but having to bury your secrets, That sounds..."

Eric said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "It must be very exciting."

"You always want to see my jokes."

Clark sighed helplessly, "I have to focus on this report now, Chloe has always been very dissatisfied with me, I think... Maybe if my report is good, it can make She changed her mind about me."

"Chloe..."

Eric repeated Chloe's name and asked Clark, "How do you feel about Chloe now? Or, Chloe, Lana, Louise...these three Girl, which one do you like?"

Eric asked the question that interests him most.

"..."

Clark touched his nose a little embarrassedly, "It's all friends, it's no different."

"All right."

Looking at Eric's disbelieving expression, Clark said directly: "I like Lana. Chloe, I only think of her as a good friend, the kind of, um, the kind between me and Pete. Feelings. We can talk about Nietzsche's "Untimely Investigation" together, discuss the content of the school magazine layout together, and even sometimes seem a little intimate in the eyes of others, but I don't have that kind of lover feeling for her."

Clark no longer concealed his brother, "As for Louise, I don't know her very well."

"Um."

Eric nodded and observed a second of silence for Louise.

"Nietzsche did not say that unhappiness in marriage or love is not because of lack of love, but because of lack of friendship."

Eric shook his head, turned and left, ending the love discussion with Clark.

Clark chewed on Eric's words and fell into contemplation.

"By the way, Dad and Mom went to the hospital for a checkup. Today's food has been prepared and placed in the refrigerator. If you want to eat it, you can heat it in the microwave."

Eric said to Clark before leaving.

"where are you going?"

Clark stood up and asked.

"walk around."

"Well, I guess today's lunch can only be solved by me."

Clark shrugged.

Town Medical Center.

Jonathan is accompanying his wife for a pregnancy test.

Standing outside the hallway, Jonathan awaited the results of his wife's examination.

He and his wife were found to be unable to get pregnant before, but they didn't expect that they would have a child of their own when they reached middle age.

This inner joy is indescribable.

Even though he loves the adopted Eric and Clark, he is full of anticipation for having never seen the complete experience of a baby from being born, to learning to walk, and gradually growing.

After thinking about it, he took out an amulet from his pocket.