mtl008 Chapter 4304 Body of Steel (9)
Chapter 4304 Body of Steel (9)
Chapter 4304 Body of Steel (Part 9)
Having finally gained a moment's respite, Lex scrambled to his feet. He suppressed a strong urge to vomit and gasped for air. However, his fierce will to survive hadn't faded, and he continued to follow his instincts, frantically pounding the object in his hand against Clark.
Sensing the weakness in that strong body, Lex abruptly flipped Clark over, pinned him to the ground, and then pounded his penis into Clark's chest and head. Smoke rose from every spot he touched, and Clark screamed in agony.
Finally, seemingly stimulated by the pain, a red light began to gather in his eyes. Clark suddenly exerted force with both arms, shoving Lex off him and letting out a violent scream:
"Well!!!!!!"
Two beams of red light pierced through the rooftop, through the clouds, through the atmosphere, and shot straight into space. Then, like a broken kite string, they flickered in the sunlight and disappeared without a trace.
Clark flew away like a stray dog. He couldn't even steady himself, wobbling as he crashed into a building. But instead of the collapse that Superman had caused, Clark let out a scream. The building remained unmoved, and he plummeted in another direction.
Diana, who had just left the police station, witnessed everything. She couldn't describe her feelings. She really shouldn't have investigated the Egyptian artifacts; she must have been cursed by the pharaoh.
Clark had a very long dream. In the dream, he returned to his childhood. However, he no longer dreamed of his classmates who mocked him or his father who comforted him, as he usually did.
He dreamt of a lamb. It was the lamb born to a ewe in their sheepfold. He was there on the day of the birth, and he watched the lamb emerge from its mother's womb. He was both shocked and overjoyed, but he couldn't explain where these emotions came from.
He went to the sheepfold to see it every day. At that time, he wasn't even as tall as the sheepfold gate, but he would always climb up and sit on it, watching the lamb. He even gave it a name, but didn't tell anyone, and imagined what it would look like when it was born from its mother's womb.
But soon after, the lamb died. Everywhere were scattered rubber tubes, bottles of veterinary medicine, and the father's sighs.
He stood outside the pen, gazing at the motionless lamb. A certain emotion surged within him. Was it sadness? Was it fear? Was it confusion?
No, none of that. Because when he received the answer from his father, "It's dead, Clark. There's nothing we can do," he was unusually furious.
Ignoring his father's calls, he rushed into the field, roaring angrily until his voice was hoarse. He heard his parents calling afterward, but he didn't want to respond. He was so angry he just wanted to be alone.
At the end of the dream, as he finally vented his anger and walked back step by step along the ridge of the field, he suddenly discovered that half of his house had collapsed.
There was no father, no mother, only a kitchen resembling a disaster scene, and text messages flashing before his eyes:
Martha Kent, Smallville, Kansas.
Martha Kent, Smallville, Kansas.
Martha Kent, Smallville, Kansas.
"Uh……"
Clark sat bolt upright, only to find himself in an unfamiliar room. There was a slight noise by the door, and he turned around like a startled beast, staring intently at it. Then a tall, dark-haired woman walked in.
"You're finally awake. The police searching for you found this block. I dealt with them, don't worry, they don't know you're here with me."
Looking at his face, Clark blinked. The man, however, sat down familiarly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. Diana Prince, a staff member and private collector at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I saw you lying on the street and brought you back."
“Diana Prince?” Clark repeated the name, “Wonder Woman?”
Diana was taken aback, then smiled and said, "It's been a long time since anyone called me that. You know me?"
Clark looked at her with great suspicion and said, "You've never been to the Battle Realm?"
“Battle Realm?” Diana repeated the word, tapping her forehead lightly with her finger, then said, “That sounds familiar. Wait, isn’t this that scam email…”
Clark understood. Diana had also received an invitation, but she mistook it for a scam. And rightly so; the invitation was far too suspicious. She wouldn't have opened it if she hadn't been confident she wouldn't be fooled.
But Clark had no time to explain. He tried to move his arm to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"No, no, no," Diana stopped him, then said, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, don't move around."
"Injured? I'm injured?!" Clark was very surprised and looked down at his chest.
“I’m sorry,” Diana said, “I know some battlefield first aid, but I’m not a professional surgeon. I don’t know what those glass shards in your chest wound are. I tried to clean the wound, but your skin is as hard as steel, and I just couldn’t do it.”
Clark forced himself to sit up and looked at his chest. Just as Diana had said, his chest was a bloody mess, clearly stabbed and then slashed by something. He gently touched it and found a layer of green powder stuck to the wound.
But the instant he touched it, Clark felt the world spin. He fell again, his head slamming hard against the floor. Diana gasped.
"Good heavens, you should just lie still!" she said. "You're badly injured and can't move around. I'll try to get a set of surgical instruments tomorrow to see if I can clean your wound. Until then, don't move at all."
“No,” Clark said weakly, “my mother has been kidnapped. She’s been kidnapped by Lex Luthor. I have to go and rescue her.”
"What??!!"
Diana was initially shocked, but then she remembered that Lex Luthor had previously tried to kidnap Schiller. Although Schiller was also a conman, it didn't mean Lex Luthor was a good person. The group he hired was clearly professional, proving that he had done this kind of thing many times before.
“But…why is he targeting you?” Diana asked.
“I don’t know.” Clark lay there blankly. His lips were chapped and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
He had imagined countless times what it would be like to be injured like an ordinary person. He knew that being injured in a dungeon would be very painful and would affect his mobility, but that was not real.
But now, he truly felt it. When ordinary people are injured, it's not just pain; he experienced a dizzying, weightless sensation that came in waves. He seemed to be lying in bed, but it felt like he was on a roller coaster; whenever his consciousness wavered even slightly, he felt himself constantly falling.
Along with this feeling of weightlessness came a sense of nausea. It felt like something was about to come out of his stomach, but there was nothing there. He could only keep swallowing to suppress the nausea, but at the same time, his throat hurt terribly, and every time he swallowed, it burned his throat and nasal cavity.
To relieve the pain, he needed to open his mouth and breathe deeply, but he soon felt his mouth dry. His lips began to crack, the tip of his tongue began to go numb, and the presence of his tongue became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to block his entire mouth.
Then, his eyelids began to feel heavy. He couldn't open his eyes with just his eyelids; he had to strain his forehead muscles to barely open them a crack. But as soon as he strained his forehead muscles, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his forehead and eye sockets.
In that instant, he suddenly regained consciousness. However, this was not a good thing, because after being suddenly awakened, he felt the pain in other parts of his body more clearly.
He felt an intense, sharp pain in the left side of his body, specifically in the area of his left shoulder blade and collarbone, as if something had crushed him. He felt as if every bone in his body was broken, and he couldn't even pinpoint where the pain was coming from.
This pain traveled along the nerves to his head, causing pain on the left side of his head. Due to the difference in intracranial pressure, one of his eyeballs twitched, while the other side experienced intermittent blackouts.
Clark truly felt he was going to die. This wasn't just a figure of speech; he had given up all hope. Instinctively, he grabbed Diana's hand and whispered, "Save me...save me...save me..."
Diana scratched her head frantically and said, "Wait, don't die! I... I can't take you to the hospital, the doctors can't treat you, they'll take you away. But I don't know how to treat you... Superman! Superman!!!"
When Clark woke up again, all he saw was the blinding operating light above him and a pair of gray eyes under the light.
Schiller walked out of the operating room, took off his gloves, and Diana quickly stood up and asked, "How is he? He's not dead, is he?"
“He’s still far from dead,” Schiller smiled at him and said. “I cleaned his wounds. But unfortunately, that green powder has already entered his bloodstream. I don’t know how long it will take to metabolize it.”
Diana breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness, he's alive. Just now, I really thought he was going to die."
“Don’t be too nervous, ma’am, he’s much tougher than you think,” Schiller said softly.
Diana couldn't help but roll her eyes, then said, "I'm not surprised you could escape from the police station, but you were caught by the military and still managed to get out. You could be considered the greatest conman of the century."
“I didn’t run away, I was released,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “I did lie to you, but there’s a part of me I didn’t lie about: I did have connections with MI6. They couldn’t hold me for long.”
Diana sighed and said, "That's true, otherwise how would you have been able to borrow the operating room? I'll let it go since you didn't cause any serious consequences. I just want to know what exactly happened."
Which part is it about?
“All of them,” Diana said, arms crossed, “Serpent’s tail, Superman, Lex Luthor, the alien spaceship, and you.”
Do you think these things are connected?
“Of course,” Diana scoffed. “You can’t fool me. These things all happened at the same time; there’s no way they could be unrelated. What exactly happened? You’d better…”
boom!
A loud crash came from the operating room. Diana rushed in and saw Clark, whose upper body was wrapped in bandages, fall off the operating table and land on the ground.
His forehead was cut open, and blood was flowing. But as Diana went to help him up, she noticed that the blood dripping down his chin onto the back of his hand was pink—mixed with tears.
Diana saw his lips move. At that moment, she couldn't help but want to cry too.
Clark's eyes were somewhat unfocused, and only his lips moved.
"Mommy mommy……"
The description of pain in this chapter comes from the author's real experience of being knocked unconscious by a torpedo while skiing.
Don't ski.
(End of this chapter)