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When Luther was far away, Bruce also took Clark to the rest area prepared by Luther, saying some thought-provoking words in a voice just enough for people to hear while walking.

Clark looked back at his colleague for help, but Kate looked envious and jealous, while Jimmy watched the fun with a smile and gave him a cheering gesture.

All friends! !

The flashing lights never stopped along the way, and Clark could already think of the exciting report tomorrow morning.

When he was finally away from the crowd, Clark pushed Bruce away with one hand, "Okay, thanks to you, I have no shortage of headlines, now tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I thought you were used to the headlines," Bruce teased.

"That's completely different." Clark showed a rare expression of "the meringue is not happy", "And how did you know I would be here?"

Bruce approached him, and pulled out a bat tracker the size of a small fingernail from the back of his collar like magic, "Hmm~"

"When?!!" Clark was startled, and then quickly thought of the seemingly coincidental timing of Barry's appearance when he picked up Barry the day before yesterday, and immediately reacted, "It was also the day before yesterday?"

"Smart~" Bruce walked forward.

"I never guarded against you, but you have been watching me all the time." Clark followed him, complaining as he walked, "And can you stop talking in this tone."

"It's just some necessary means." Bruce didn't seem to be justified at all, "And you are so careless, I can't believe how you have protected your vest from being lifted for such a long time."

"Hey, I've never been vigilant about whether you're okay or not. If you were someone else, you wouldn't even think about doing these little tricks." Clark protested.

"Okay, can you tell me what you want to do?"

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and held his forehead helplessly, "If I go back too late, I won't be able to speak clearly."

The two easily avoided the crowd, and walked up the stairs against the surveillance camera. During this period, Bruce hugged him again. Clark was a little awkward, but he didn't struggle too much for fear of being seen.

Bruce opens a bedroom door and lets Clark in first.

"It actually helps to disguise your side job." He closed the door, and the door light turned red for Do Not Disturb.

"No, I'm afraid Martha will be frightened by me."

Clark looked around, and the biggest feature of the whole room was the big bed in the middle, which was soft and wide, and looked very comfortable.

"Wow, Luthor actually prepared a big bed room at the party! I should expose him!"

"Forget it, small town boy, it's part of the tradition." Bruce took out a button-sized bat jammer from his pocket, and stuck it to the underside of the table edge, "Even for a reporter, it's easy to break the established rules at will." Being pointed out by thousands of people."

"Damn rich people."

Bruce smiled, took off his coat to reveal the uniform underneath, and at the same time untied the cloak tied around his waist, letting the cloak hang down naturally, and pulled the mask up to cover his face.

"Wow, how did you manage to not see it at all from the outside?"

"I'll talk about that later, we have half an hour to use your strength to find suspicious places."

Clark opened the X vision as promised, but what he saw at the first sight made him almost want to insert his own eyes.

"Honestly, I feel like a voyeur right now," he grumbled as he shifted his gaze.

"I don't believe you didn't see anything you shouldn't see when you got this ability."

"That happened many years ago, and I haven't opened it since I learned to control it."

"Then how did you find me a few days ago?"

"Uh..." Clark changed the subject, "Ah, I found it."

"Tsk."

Clark controlled his blushing face, and said solemnly, "The third room on the left of the sixth floor, the fifth room on the left on the eighth floor, the president's office on the twelfth floor, and the basement, the first basement below the entire building They are all over the lead, they must be doing something shady."

Bruce opened the window and sidled off the ledge.

Clark caught up, "Hey, let me take you there."

"Superman can't be involved in this kind of thing, it's not good for the investigation."

Bruce in his Batman state was different than usual, more aloof...or rational, and less listener to others—something Clark had noticed the first time he met him that day at the police station.

Clark didn't say any more, watched Bruce disappear into the night, then silently closed the window and retreated into the house.

His gaze passed through the floor, still following Bruce's figure closely, watching him avoid the crowd and surveillance without any risk, and then disappear behind the lead plate.

Clark blinked, closing the X-sight.

The waiting time is always long, especially when there is nothing to do.

Clark counted the seconds and waited for a while, then became impatient, and simply used the computer beside him to write the manuscript.

As soon as his hand touched the computer, the strong sense of bitterness almost suppressed his anxiety.

He thought that writing a special article on Superman was the limit he could bear, but obviously he was a little stronger than he imagined. Speaking with an optimistic attitude, it would be better if he wrote the headlines anyway. Cheaper others are not.

More than 20 minutes had passed, and he looked again with X-rays, but there was still no sign of Bruce.

Before leaving, Bruce said that there was half an hour, and half an hour should be the maximum time limit for the jammer to block Luthor's monitoring. Based on his knowledge of Bruce, he would come back before the time limit expired.

He began to worry a little, hesitating whether to go and see it, and he was afraid that his lurking technology in the way would make things worse.

At this moment, he felt the building under his feet swing slightly.

His ears could hear the noisy screams and other sounds in the chaotic hall, thinking that people who had been hit by the earthquake ran away in panic, or hid under the dining table, but super hearing allowed Clark to distinguish The more subtle stuff of ordinary humans.

It wasn't an earthquake, something exploded, it was in the basement.