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Chapter 34 The fighting nation is indeed extraordinary
At the gas station in Smallwell Town, a tall and handsome young man frowned and stared intently at the grassland leading from the gas station to the center of the town.

Seeing that the young man was fascinated by what he saw, the old employee at the gas station came over and gently patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Clark, what are you looking at? Are you studying the growth of the crops in our town this year?"

"No."

Facing the old employee's question, Clark shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“What’s the point of studying the harvest? You can’t make any money.

If the farms in our town have a good harvest, then all the farms in New Jersey will have good harvests, and the price of food in New Jersey will naturally drop this year."

Having said that, Clark Kent sighed and took off his staff uniform.

"I was just checking the weather, and I feel like it's going to rain in Gotham, and maybe it will rain here too.

How about asking for a day off for me and Leitner? I have to go home and help Martha pick up the soybeans."

“Is it really going to rain?”

After hearing what Clark said, the old employee narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It rains frequently in Gotham, but it rarely reaches us. We are still some distance away from the metropolis.

But you are right, it is better to believe that it will rain than to let the rain cause you losses. I will ask for leave for you later."

"Thank you."

Clark smiled brightly, put his changed employee uniform aside, then got in his broken pickup truck and drove towards his farm.

Not long after, at the Kent farm, Martha Kent walked towards Clark in surprise when she saw him suddenly returning home.

"Clark, weren't you at work? Why did you come back suddenly?"

“The gas pump at the station is broken, and the maintenance staff said it will take at least until the afternoon to repair it.

I don't have any more work to do there anyway, so I might as well go home and rest for a while, then go back to the gas station after lunch."

While Clark was explaining, he took the farm tools from Martha and started doing farm work.

While he was working, his eyes would occasionally look towards the town in the distance.

Smallville is a small town close to a metropolis. The atmosphere in the town is very harmonious and there is almost no danger to be found here.

But today seemed different from the past, because Clark saw more than one powerful sonic weapon in several black jeeps near the cafe in the center of the town.

At first, Clark even felt that those people were targeting him.

After all, apart from himself, who else in Smallville Town could match the tremendous power of sonic weapons?

but……

As he heard more and more, he understood the truth of the matter. It turned out that those sonic weapons were prepared by the US military for a super criminal named Donton in Gotham!
The guy targeted a reporter named Louise, but the reporter's father was a general, so they prepared the current trap for Downton.

It was because of this news that Clark decided to take a leave of absence to go home and take care of his mother.

Although his farm was some distance from the town center, who knew how super the super criminal Donton was, and how dangerous he could be.

What if Downton is really a super dangerous guy like himself? Then the sonic weapons and dozens of special forces will definitely not be able to stop Downton!

While thinking, Clark became distracted and the shovel in his hand was broken into two pieces.

In the distance, looking at the broken shovel, Martha reluctantly took a new shovel.

Handing the shovel to Clark, Martha patted the back of Clark's hand gently.

"You've been absent-minded all those years since Jonathan left, Clark.

People are destined to die, you and me too, so death should not bring more pain to the living.

Cheer up, my son, and help me take the cows to the veterinarian. One of the cows had a deep nail piercing its left front hoof."

"Okay, Martha."

Clark nodded, then continued to swing the shovel and load the cattle and sheep manure onto the manure cart.

However, even though he had focused his mind on the work at hand, he couldn't help but look towards the center of Smallwell Town.

I hope the damn military and that so-called Downton won’t leave a mess in this harmonious town!

……

At the same time, near the Gotham History Museum, Bartel stopped the car. "Boss, we're here!" He turned around and reminded Donton.

Hearing this, Donton nodded slightly, and then asked Bater.

"How old are you, Bartel?"

"Uh... twenty-three, what about you, boss?"

"Twenty-six, haha."

After grinning, Donton leaned over to the co-pilot seat and took the tactical backpack.

“Bartel, remember to check my location. If I suddenly appear in another location within five to eight minutes’ drive, you can pick me up based on the location.

If my location is particularly far away, then you just continue to wait here.

In addition, write your family information on a piece of paper and put it on the car. If you die accidentally, I will give this car to your family.

Of course, if they don’t need the car, I will replace it with a similar number of Franklins, and I will just collect your bodies.”

After he finished speaking, Donton patted Bartel on the shoulder and jumped out of the car.

Taking out his cell phone, Donton looked at the internal structure diagram of the laundry room in front of him.

Liv's information was very detailed and Downton read it very carefully.

The Dimitrov family rose to prominence during the Cold War. Not only is their boss named Yuri, but his style of doing things is also full of Russian flavor.

This Yuri doesn't like finance and technology, the new generation's ways to make money, he only likes old methods like pornography, gambling and drugs.

The business he used to hide his family was also an extremely old-fashioned business, the laundry.

If Liv's map is correct, then the secret door and basement hidden in the laundry room in front of us can lead to the core underground casino of the Dimitrov family.

Seeing this, Donton put away his phone with satisfaction and then picked up the two guns in his hands.

When he approached the laundry room, the two Russians guarding the laundry room had already seen him.

After confirming that Downton had a gun in his hand and was heading in a clear direction, the Russian gunman raised the gun directly at Downton.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Donton chuckled at the gunpoint and took a sharp step to the left.

While dodging the gunman's first wave of bullets, Donton held both guns horizontally.

Boom!

The two gunmen about twelve meters away from him fell to the ground one after another.

The power of the Desert Eagle far exceeds the Glock used by the gunmen. After being shot, the two gunmen no longer had the strength to stand up.

Donton jumped over the broken French window and stopped beside the two gunmen, shooting each of them in the head.

As blood and flesh splattered, the gunshots stopped briefly. In this eerie silence, Donton smiled and held the corpse's hand.

“People learn something as they die. For example, if I want to know when you will shoot, I just need to see the movement of your hooked fingers.

I really didn't expect that I could dodge your bullets. I just jumped around casually at the moment you fired. Who would have thought that jumping around randomly would actually be useful?

Thank you very much, both of you. I declare that you are the second group of great teachers that I recognize after Takizawa Rola!"

After making a joke, Donton turned around and made a "hush" gesture to the surprised passers-by outside the store.

Just as a few passers-by were nodding hurriedly, Donton heard approaching footsteps, so he pushed open the door to the staff lounge and simply threw two grenades inside.

boom!
The grenade exploded and the Russians' curses came out from the smoke.

"Close the damn door!"

"The Italian Mafia is calling!"

"Hurry up and ask the people below to send someone!"

"The Italians must be crazy, the police just patrolled the fucking street!"

Such sounds made Donton slightly stunned. He didn't expect that there would be so many sounds in the room after the explosion.

The fighting nation is indeed extraordinary!

(End of this chapter)