The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"........."

The endless coldness rushed to his side in an instant, and Clark paused, feeling the sticky water vapor that suddenly began to gather on his skin inexplicably.

The god of the world was silent for a while, but still couldn't help asking.

"Claude, are you cold?"

The human male colleague who was exploring the way ahead also paused, and turned his head quietly.

Under Clark's innocent gaze, Claude flicked the light of the flashlight from bottom to top, and said very angrily.

"What do you think?"

In addition to the lighting effect that seems to be "a third-grade boy telling a ghost story at a summer camp night", Clark can still see the specific situation on Claude's face by turning on the light.

Clark fell into a tactical silence: "...???"

From the eyebrows to the eyelashes to the chin, anywhere on Claude's face that could be covered with frost, there are faintly visible stubbles of ice crystals, and the snow-white sparkles flicker in the light, like shrubs covered in snow Cong also looked like a poor man who was blown by a snowstorm as soon as he opened the door.

Under Clark's horrified gaze, Claude wiped his face wearily, shook them to the ground, and turned away.

"I feel like a fried ice machine." Claude complained with difficulty as he walked, "A layer of frost in a few seconds, a layer in a few seconds..."

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He turned on the biological stance, trying to make Claude feel better, and the effect was immediate: Claude paused for a moment, then turned his head again.

Clark:!

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At that moment, the human male colleagues didn't say a word, and Clark thought he saw the sun.

In the warm biological position, the ice crystals melted quickly, and the dripping water snaked down Claude's face, wet the lens, like a torrential rain pouring down in London, completely blurring the original sharpness of the lens gaze.

——————— Claude's face was really glowing under the light of the flashlight.

"I am really sorry."

The god of the world apologized instantly, turned up the temperature of the biological stand, and evaporated the water droplets that were still rolling down from Claude's face, and at the same time saved his foggy glasses, and warmed them intimately. one time.

Halfway through the heating, Claude's face began to collapse.

Under Clark's innocent gaze, he bent the corner of his mouth and let out an angry and funny "Hey".

Clark pursed his lips tightly, keeping his expression as "serious" as possible.

"Stop pretending," the human male colleague didn't save him the slightest bit of face, "Your shoulders are shaking."

After this encounter, Clark finally couldn't help it, and laughed loudly, showing his white and neat teeth.

After laughing enough, he repeated it in a gentle voice.

"Sorry, Claude."

"………It doesn't matter."

The latter exhaled, feeling the sudden increase in air concentration, raised the flashlight, and continued to shine forward.

"Can you see anything?"

he asked.

Clark felt it when he heard the words, and then shook his head a little lowly.

"Can't see anything, the concrete feels deep here, and the special coating. I always feel like..."

"what?"

Claude answered naturally.

"Uh...it's kind of like...an ant nest here."

Clark worded his words carefully, and before Claude could continue speaking, he first briefly described his basis.

"That's...in my hometown, when removing those fire ants, people would pour high-temperature liquid metal into the nest from the top, and after the metal cooled, they would dig up the soil and take out the metal structure cast inside. "

"I know, I've seen that happen."

Claude spoke slowly.

What he saw and heard in the nightmare bottle before came back to his mind, Clark took a deep breath, and finished his inference in one go.

"When they're taking out the nest, there's a winding tunnel, and we've come a long way, to be honest."

"........."

For a few minutes, Claude just walked in silence.

Clark understood his reaction.

To be honest, even if this is derived from his own inference, the god on earth still doesn't want it to be true.

Facing a group of human mad scientists is already a headache. If facing a group of mad scientists who are out of the human category, Clark would rather think too much and think too deeply.

However, in the nightmare bottle, the "cracking" sound of mouthparts rubbing when those people speak cannot be faked.

———— Ant nest.

Even if it is to build a completely secret base, the laboratory will not completely break away from the scope of human architecture, completely imitating the structure and living habits of insect nests.

------"Miss".

That sounds like the "queen" in an ant nest.

"I think you're quite right."

The human colleague who was walking ahead and the former test subject finally spoke.

With a difficult voice, he responded to Clark's conjecture.

"They took my eyes out, and for a long time I was in such pain...I can't remember anything. But maybe you're right, they...the state of their existence, was exactly the same as Humans are already a little different."

When Claude spoke, the direction of the cave gradually narrowed, and the light of the flashlight began to flicker slightly.

After a few seconds, with a casual glance when turning the corner, the god on earth suddenly realized: it wasn't the flickering light of the flashlight.

—————— Claude was trembling.

"We're going to destroy this lab."

Clark looked at the trembling hand, and suddenly said.

His voice was low, but full of determination, enough to subconsciously convince anyone who heard it.

"It's not a hope, but a must."

Said the god of the world.

Claude was silent and nodded.

The road in the ant nest became narrower and narrower, until Clark had to use his steel body to forcefully break through the shackles of the tunnel, and the human colleagues in front suddenly stopped.

"This seems to be an abandoned dead end."

Claude gave way to Clark who was following behind. His complexion was not very good, and his two different pupils shone like a cat in the dark.

"Dead end?"

Shocked, Clark couldn't help but straighten up a little, to look at the wall on the other side of the "dead end".

Claude hurriedly made way for him, but it was still too late. The height of Clark's Kryptonian caused the back of his head to smash through the cave dome immediately, and the strange construction material crackled and shattered to the ground, and the god on earth fell off.

Kryptonian: "..."

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Like a golden retriever frantically flicking his ears after a bath, Clark shook his head violently, shaking off the uncomfortable debris.

Even in the corner, Claude was still successfully affected.

Human clothes are no more susceptible to dust than the special uniforms of superheroes.

Claude took pictures for a long time, staring blankly at the big golden retriever who was unaware of the wrong things he had done——Clark Kent walked to the dead end and carefully observed the structure.

"According to the logic, it is impossible for this kind of road to be blocked like this."

The Kryptonian from the Kansas farm observed and said softly, "The ant nest is always unimpeded. Entering from the real main road, the hot metal can reach the bottom of the ant nest in an instant and burn the queen to death."

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He gave Superman a subtle look in his eyes, just as Clark was looking at him too.

The moment the four eyes met, the mind reading technique suddenly started.

【……】

The male colleague with human superpowers understood everything within three or four seconds of silence. While looking unpredictable, he obediently stepped aside and let the god of the world wade through the broken structure in the cave all the way to the "dead end".

In the next second, Superman clenched his fist and smashed his knuckles hard on the concrete slab.

——————Sparks flew out in an instant, and a crack appeared in the concrete, but Clark's hands were unharmed, as if what he had just crushed with his hands was only tofu instead of stones.

Heat sight cuts through the concrete surface.

The dust was flying, the stones were broken, and Clark punched one after another, punching a small hole in the originally smooth concrete slab.

Unlike Batman or Wonder Woman, Clark's body does not show traces of rigorous training. His power comes entirely from himself and instinct, and he can destroy many things with just his body of steel.

And extremely fast.

——————————Smoke filled the focused blue eyes of the god on earth, he took a deep breath and let it out briefly, fisting his hands.

For the last time, the Kryptonian slammed into the center of the concrete where a small hole had been punched!

With a loud "boom", accompanied by the long-lasting cracking sound of "cracker clatter", the originally seemingly indestructible hydraulic concrete slab has been shattered like egg white rolled in a circle. Crackling to the ground.

"... What I foresee is this scene."

Behind him, Claude covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, coughed twice, and stated.

Clark walked over quickly and pulled the opponent up from the ground.

Without further reminders from him, Claude already turned on the flashlight with trembling hands, and was the first to step into the "room" that was punched out abruptly.

"……God."

The god on earth heard Claude take a breath in a gaffe.

"Are you all right, Claude?"

Clark asked immediately.

Due to his tall size, the Kryptonian was stuck in a too narrow gap when he entered. He was slightly delayed for a few seconds in the process of breaking free and handling the stone. One step behind Claude.

"how---"

While patting the dust off his uniform, Clark walked up to his human male colleague and glanced at the expression on his face strangely.

———————?

Claude didn't even look at him.

The polite male colleague just raised the flashlight to give Clark a chance to catch a glimpse of the scene above.

This glance even made the god of the world feel uncomfortable goosebumps.

The high-temperature laser shot out from Clark's eyes in an instant, and smoothly cut into two densely packed hundreds of milky yellow "worm eggs" hanging from the ceiling to the wall, and burned them clean when they landed.

The broken and shriveled "worm egg skins" fell down one by one, and the inside was empty.

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At this moment, Clark is just thankful that he doesn't have insect phobia—otherwise he might lose control and cut the earth in half.

"Go on?"

Clark took a deep breath, collected himself, and asked Claude.

"We've run out of options."

Claude replied.