The fire alarm was triggered first, drenching everyone.
Now, a person with superpowers who could discharge electricity suddenly appeared. It wasn't hard to see this was a meticulously planned massacre.
Looking at the person at the doorway, David raised an eyebrow.
He had long suspected that the strange tales circulating in this small town weren't baseless.
"It's highly probable that Kryptonite radiation caused some people to undergo genetic mutations."
After all, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutations.
But he hadn't expected a madman to suddenly appear, intending to kill almost everyone in the town's high school.
"Ah!"
Everyone screamed in terror.
"What kind of horror movie is this?"
Chloe and Pete trembled in fear.
Anyone with common sense knew the consequence of terrifying electrical currents coming into contact with water.
If that person touched the ground with their hands now, they could instantly kill hundreds of people here.
"Raise your hands!"
People felt like hell was beckoning them. Some boys wanted to rush forward to stop him.
But it was futile.
The emaciated figure, like a devil, pressed his electrified hands rapidly towards the ground.
In less than a second, covering a distance of twenty to thirty meters, it was impossible for anyone to stop him in time.
In an instant, David frowned and was about to make a move.
Not to mention that there were people he knew among them, saving these people was just a matter of raising his hand.
"From another perspective, if everyone here perishes and only Clark and I survive, it would be difficult not to attract the attention of those who are observant."
"David? No!"
However, someone was faster. Clark glanced at David, who was 'in danger' nearby, and his heart skipped a beat. His expression changed drastically, and he let out a low, urgent cry, bursting forth with unprecedented speed, disappearing from his spot.
Zzzt!
In a flash of electricity, with less than ten centimeters remaining, Jeremy's hands, crackling with electricity, were about to touch the ground.
But the next moment, he was violently hoisted up by the waist.
"What happened?"
"Where did that person go?"
Some people, terrified, screamed and closed their eyes, imagining the agonizing pain of electric shock that never came. They felt themselves over.
When they opened their eyes and looked back at the doorway, the devil who wanted to murder them had vanished. Only a cold wind blew in from the door, making them shiver.
"Was it an illusion?"
Was everything that just happened a mass hallucination event?
Some people who had even run towards Jeremy to stop him saw nothing of what happened because Clark's speed was too great, far exceeding the limit of the human eye.
They didn't even see a blurry afterimage.
"When something happened, you didn't look at Lana first."
David slowly put down the snack in his hand, feeling a little relieved.
"It seems you can still be saved, Clark, you haven't completely fallen."
His brother hadn't forgotten his family for a girl who already had a boyfriend but still treated other boys differently, letting beauty blind him to kinship.
"However..."
How will you handle this, Clark?
If mishandled, this incident could bring trouble to the family.
David frowned and retreated, his body flickering as he vanished from his spot.
The crowd, with lingering fear, looked around, wondering if this was a terrible prank.
"Where are David and Clark?"
Chloe, patting her chest in fear, scanned the surroundings, unable to find the two who had disappeared.
"They were just here," Pete looked around. "Maybe they thought it was boring and left while we were dancing?"
Doubt flashed in Chloe's eyes.
But not long before the incident, she had seen the two brothers still there. Was she mistaken?
...
"Who are you, and why did you do that?!"
On the road outside the small town, Clark threw the madman he was carrying off his shoulder and questioned him angrily.
"Do you know there were hundreds of lives there!"
"Why am I here?"
Standing up from the ground, Jeremy shook his head, looked at his hands, then looked around.
He was about to kill those sinners, how did he suddenly end up on the suburban highway.
"Who are you?"
He looked at Clark in front of him, realizing this person had brought him here. His body tensed, extremely vigilant.
There really were more than just him who were special in this world.
"You? I saw you at the bar!"
The next second, seeing the furious Clark, Jeremy recognized him, the person who had almost suffered the same fate as him.
"They almost turned you into a scarecrow."
His expression turned grim, and a feeling of betrayal and anger welled up in his heart. Electricity surged fiercely from his hands, glaring and terrifying under the dim streetlights. A piercing sound, like the screech of crows, carried far into the empty wilderness.
"And you want to protect them?!"
What was the difference between those guys in football uniforms and the people who nailed him to a cross more than ten years ago!
Zzzap!
He roared his question, and the powerful current violently sent Clark flying.
"You want to kill Whitney and the others? Absolutely not."
Flying back seven or eight meters before landing, Clark got up as if nothing had happened, patting out the sparks from his clothes that had been scorched by the electricity. Hearing these words, he knew the original target and said urgently.
Even though Whitney was his love rival, even though Whitney wanted to crucify him, he didn't deserve to die.
"God let me return to the human world, I carry a special mission to purify evil."
Jeremy was startled that his attack, which could easily turn a person into charcoal, didn't harm the other party at all. He then became furious.
"You are also favored by God, yet you protect sinners!"
His hands erupted with powerful currents, and from a distance, it looked like he was holding up two small suns formed from converging electricity.
"Protecting sinners, you don't deserve the abilities God bestowed upon you."
The bursting currents struck the hard asphalt road, and the road actually turned red and melted, emitting an unpleasant odor, like sulfur from hell.
Hiss!
"Die!"
Jeremy thrust his hands forward.
The electricity rapidly grew like a lightning tree in the air, splitting into branches, accompanied by a thick main trunk of current, striking Clark at a speed far exceeding that of sound.
With no time to dodge, Clark crossed his arms to form a shield in front of him. The clothes on his arms instantly turned to dust.
The powerful current even made him feel a slight pain, and he cried out.
Swish!
The next moment, Clark dodged, moving like a bullet from a gun, appearing beside Jeremy. Time seemed to slow down drastically. Jeremy still looked ahead with a fierce expression, electricity surging from his palms, completely unaware.
He looked at his hands and carefully pushed them forward.
Bang!
The next second, time seemed to return to its normal flow. Jeremy's body was hit as if by a truck weighing over ten tons, tracing an arc of more than a dozen meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Ah!"
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his expression pained, feeling like at least a few of his ribs were broken.
"I can't understand why anyone would like to help those who bully them!"
Jeremy clutched his chest, which was in agony, and glared hatefully at Clark.
Why did Clark help those people even after being bullied? This was betrayal.
"Your hands?"
Clark saw the horrific scars on both of his hands, as if pierced by steel nails. His expression changed, and he gradually began to guess what had happened.
He remembered Chloe mentioning a strange incident in town during their chat during recess that day.
"Recently, people who were part of the town's high school football team have been electrocuted by high-voltage currents one after another."
"You're the serial killer who killed them? You're getting revenge on those football players?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Ignoring his words, Jeremy endured the intense pain and tried to get up from the ground to attack him.
"Don't get up again, I don't want to accidentally kill you."
Clark waved his hands in a bit of panic.
He hadn't fought many people and was afraid he might accidentally kill the other party again.
But Jeremy became even more enraged upon hearing this. Even if it aggravated his injuries, he staggered to his feet, forcing himself to stand.
"If he wants to kill you, then kill him, Clark!"
Just as Clark didn't know what to do, a cold voice came.
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