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The two arrived at Luther's house in this posture.

Clark didn't pay much attention at first, but when the other party said this, he always felt awkward and wanted to change his posture while flying.

As soon as he moved, he heard the person in his arms urgently say: "Don't move! My equipment seems to be broken. If you let go, I will fall."

Saying this, he seemed to be afraid of the height, and the man hugged him even tighter.

"Wait..." Before the words fell, Clark felt that he had bumped into something, and his face turned red instantly: "...wait."

The distance between the two is too close, and what happened can be felt immediately.

Lin Feng's face was full of embarrassment, he didn't dare to look up at the man's expression, regretting that he had moved around just now, he hurriedly changed the subject.

"We'll be there soon. Do you know where Luther's house is? Let's go there."

Clark nodded, suddenly realizing that the other party couldn't see his movements, and said, "Okay, hurry up... hold it up."

He hurriedly changed his words, and at the same time turned his head and flew away.

During the flight just now, the two had accidentally passed by. For some reason, Lin Feng somehow felt that Clark's movements were much faster.

……

Luther's surveillance at the door saw Lin Feng's figure, he opened the door immediately, walked to the door with a gloomy face, and asked, "You know what you are doing..."

Halfway through the speech, the voice stopped abruptly, because he saw the man behind Lin Feng.

He looked at Lin Feng's expression unchanged, rolled his eyes, and said slowly, "Superman."

Luther ushered them in, took out three cups, and poured drinks as if entertaining guests, with a reproachful tone: "You invite people to be guests at such a late hour, Ann, is this your way of hospitality? "

This tone immediately told Clark the relationship between the two, and he glanced at Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng's face was really not very good-looking, he stared at the man: "Then it must be a guest."

Luther gave him a surprised look, as if a little surprised, he held the wine glass: "Maybe this is not a place for conversation, please come with me."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight away without looking at the people behind him.

Lin Feng: "You wait for me here."

As he said this, he saw that the man had already followed him one step ahead. .

He hurriedly grabbed him, met the man's eyes and shook his head: "Luther knows you better than I do, it's too dangerous."

Clark smiled: "I don't feel relieved if I'm not by your side, Martha asked me to take good care of you."

Lin Feng was helpless, and he couldn't stop the other party, so he could only follow the man.

Luther led them to a basement, which looked very large, with some equipment behind it, covered with a white cloth.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Superman: "I really admire your courage, you dare to stand in front of me."

Clark exuded a terrifying aura all over his body: "Luther, we are also old friends, just come to me if you have anything to do, and don't have to involve other innocent people."

Lin Feng was more guilty than guilt, at least he was not innocent in this matter, but Clark didn't know anything and regarded his enemy as a friend.

"Innocent people?" Luther looked at Lin Feng with a smile in his eyes, which made the two of them feel a sense of ridicule.

Luther intervened and looked at him, and said slowly: "It seems that you don't know who An is from, I don't know how you two met, but I have seen him five years ago, even this outfit , I personally selected them for him. It is also thanks to my support that I have been able to get to this day, isn't it?"

The man put the accent on the word 'nurture', which inevitably made people think of bad things.

Lin Feng heard Luthor's question. Although what the other party said was correct, he always felt that something was wrong when he said it in front of Clark.

So he simply did not answer.

The man's silence was equivalent to acquiescing, and Clark's expression was a little bad. He had already started to imagine what he had experienced in the past few years when Lin Feng left him, and hated himself for not appearing by his side at that time.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Luther's face was even more proud: "By the way, there is one more thing that Ann didn't seem to tell you, the reason why he has always hated Superman. This is because when his parents died in a car accident four years ago, You seem to be saving a cat elsewhere, if you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Without waiting for Lin Feng to admit it, Clark automatically recalled what happened four years ago. After a while, he turned to look at Lin Feng with a pale face: "Sorry, I..."

Seeing that he mentioned this matter, Lin Feng stepped out and stood in front of Superman, looking directly at the aggressive Luther: "That's not the case, it has nothing to do with him."

The moment Luther saw him stand up, his face became ugly: "What are you talking about? Are you still standing with him now? Don't forget how your parents died."

Lin Feng's eyes slowly turned red, he looked at the man and gritted his teeth and said, "It's because I remember that I said that."

He took out his mobile phone, his fingers trembling slightly: "I have found someone to investigate, the car accident four years ago was intentional, someone caused the car accident, and at the same time held up Superman so that he could not come to save people, okay Make the plan work."

When Candice gave him the information, she couldn't believe that someone could do such a thing to get him.

And the culprit was standing right in front of his eyes. He hated Luthor as much as he hated Superman before, and even several times more.

"Luther, you are my enemy."

Luther saw that his eyes were red, like a mad dog, unable to listen to other people's words, he secretly thought something was wrong, and pressed the button at hand.

Something dropped from the ceiling.

Before Lin Feng could see what it was, Clark behind him collapsed in pain.

It was a knife made of kryptonite.

Lin Feng hurried forward, wanting to take away the kryptonite knife, but Luther took out a remote control and watched him press the button with a smile.

An electric current was coming from the broken equipment on his body. Because it was worn next to his body, Lin Feng felt a burst of pain all over his body, and could only lie on the ground, unable to move.

Luther looked down at him with disdain, and stepped on him; "It's just a dog, yet it dares to bite its master. I'll teach you after I finish Superman."

Lin Feng blushed in pain: "Well."

The man picked up the knife made of kryptonite and walked towards Clark.

Lin Feng's heart was in his throat.

Clark saw the process of Lin Feng falling to the ground and being stepped on from his sight, but he couldn't do anything, he could only whimper a few times.

When Luther walked towards him with the knife in his hand, he felt pain while looking at Lin Feng who fell to the ground, and felt relieved at the same time, he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

The man raised the knife, his face grim: "Go to hell, Superman."

In the next second, the red liquid splashed out, covering Luthor and Clark's faces.

Clark's pupils constricted, his hands trembled, but he didn't have the strength to lift the person on his chest.

"Ann! Are you okay!!"

A red liquid was left on the white clothes, forming a great visual contrast.

Taking advantage of Luther's lack of recovery, Lin Feng supported his weak body and pulled Luther far away.

He also remembered to keep the kryptonite in his chest away from Clark.

Lin Feng hugged Luther tightly, buying time for the man, until his vision became more and more blurred, and he saw the flying Superman.

Live well, Clark.

Lin Feng's eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.

……

Charles had been locked up in the laboratory by the Hydra people for five days. Besides wearing a mutant suppressor, he only had to wait for the guards to deliver food every day.

It seemed that the other party was not in a hurry to experiment with him.

This is not in line with their usual style.

Sasha, the little mutant who was locked up with him, heard his question with sympathy in his eyes: "When you are taken out, you won't think so."

He pointed to the room inside, with a bit of fear in his tone: "There is a monster locked inside. I heard that he can eat people. The mutants sent inside have never come out."

Teenagers look very grown-up and say something chilling.

And the other people in the room with him just listened silently without making a sound, as if they had lost their language function in this environment.

Their faces were calm and hopeless.

Charles frowned when he saw other people's expressions, probably because he was also a mutant. He was always inexplicably close to mutants. Even if the two had different views, he was willing to help others, just like Eric.

But this group of people has no desire to survive at all, like walking dead, and even he doesn't like it.

Of course this is also understandable.

In such a laboratory, you can survive without causing trouble.The mutants who disappeared in the past few days were all sent to the inner room as lunch for the monsters.

And today, it's their turn.

The guarding soldier opened the door and looked at them as if they were livestock, with a playful smile on his face: "Hey, it's your turn today, hurry up and come out alone."

Hearing this voice, everyone flinched, but no one spoke.

The soldier looked at the people in the room with bad intentions: "If you don't speak, then I can choose at will."

He looked at everyone with his eyes, and when he saw Sasha in the corner, his eyes lit up. This kid is quite good-looking, and maybe he can satisfy him before he is executed.

He moved his tongue and ordered, "It's up to you, that kid, come out to me."

Sasha's body trembled and his face was pale.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the soldier became anxious and wanted to drag the boy away.

A figure stood in front of him.

The man could not bear it, and blocked the boy: "Let me go."

The sheep in hand will run away, and the soldiers will curse when they open their mouths.

"You TM..."

Another soldier's voice came from the door: "Why is it so long? Are you still not well?"

The man walked in, didn't see Sasha who was blocked behind, and looked at Charles: "Huh? Isn't this the one who can read people's minds a few days ago? Just him, maybe he will be useful."

The soldier couldn't say anything more, so he gave Charles angrily a look: "Okay, just him."

Charles followed the man out, and when he looked back, he saw Sasha standing with worries and guilt in his eyes.

The door of the laboratory opened slowly, and it was pitch black inside.

Charles was pushed in with the suppressor disarmed, his palms wet with sweat.

The lights came on.

It is a laboratory with a full [-] square meters. It is empty and there is nothing. People outside can see the inside through the glass.

Charles was feeling surprised when he saw a container slowly rise up in the center of the room.

When he took a closer look, the container turned out to be a person.

I saw the man was soaked in the liquid, with a respirator attached to his mouth, and he couldn't see clearly.

The liquid drained slowly and the container opened.

The man in the container opened his blue eyes, and the light in those eyes had a charming effect.

He came out.

Charles's heart was beating like thunder, thinking of Sasha's description, he looked at the young man in white, who was as delicate as an elf.

This person is that monster?

The man said softly: "You..."

As his clear voice sounded, Charles was in a trance for a while, and a strange feeling came up.

This man is so good looking.

If only he could be mine alone.

There was abnormal madness in his eyes.