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Chapter 132 Why not put the laboratory in Gotham (please subscribe to read the monthly ticket)

"Clark, you have to be careful. If anything happens, let Mr. Martin go forward and you just hide behind."

Lois is concerned about Clark's safety.

"Thank you for your concern!"

Clark felt the care from his admirer and sent Lois away with a silly smile.

Snapped!
Martin slapped Clark on the back of the head, pulling him out of his joy.

"Why did you hit me?" Clark touched his head and complained to Martin a little.

Martin rolled his eyes and said, "I took the trouble to introduce you two to each other, and you two framed me like this. If I don't beat you, who should I beat?"

"I'll definitely treat you to a meal later to thank you for your help."

Clark no longer hides his feelings for Lois.

In other words, he was the only one who pretended to have no feelings for Louise.

"Let's talk business. I don't think we can get any useful evidence even if we raid the lab now."

Martin put his arm around Clark's shoulders and told him his theory.

"Why?" Clark blurted out without moving his head.

"Why? Can't you use your brain?"

Martin resisted the urge to vomit blood and guided Clark, who habitually lost his brain when someone was around, to start thinking.

"The person behind this doesn't dare to use dirty tricks against Louise, so which legal angle can deal a fatal blow to her?"

"For journalists, credibility is everything. If Louise's investigation is deemed fabricated, she will no longer be able to continue working in the news industry."

Clark gave the answer instantly.

Martin continued to guide him: "What would have to happen for Louise to be convicted of fabricating evidence?"

"We don't have any evidence, only a Joshua who was used. As long as the opponent empties the laboratory in time, Louise's accusation will become a false accusation."

Clark clapped his hands violently, took off his coat, revealing a huge "S" symbol, took off his glasses, and turned into Superman.

Martin didn't think he would find anything valuable there now.

Even if their opponents are real idiots, they can't be so stupid as to come over and provoke them directly when someone has the upper hand over them.

He didn't say these speculations, but directly turned into Martin Superman and flew to the outskirts of Metropolis with Clark.

The two of them flew one after the other in a few seconds to the suburbs in the opposite direction of Gotham and landed above a smelly, purple river.

Martin looked around and saw no sound of insects chirping in the trees on both sides of the river, no one was seen on the sightseeing trail built along the river, and the town near the river was not very popular either.

"I really don't understand what these people are thinking. If they really want to save money on sewage treatment, why not just move the factory to Gotham?
Anyway, Gotham's rivers have all turned black, and they don't even need to use sewers to drain the water; they just pour it out, and no one cares."

"What kind of place is Gotham? Doesn't anyone care about things like this?"

Clark opened his mouth in surprise, not knowing how to respond to this.

Although he came from rural Kansas, the countryside was not as chaotic as Gotham.

He had traveled around the world before coming to Metropolis, but the chaos in those places could not be compared to Gotham.

"Gotham is indeed a mess, and in the eyes of some people it's not much different from hell on earth. But many people in Gotham can't even afford three meals a day, so what can you expect from them?"

Martin flew in the air, following the traces of pollution, and soon found the secret pipe that emitted the pollution. He then followed the secret pipe and found the laboratory hidden underground.

All the concealment done by the other party was no different from transparent glass in Martin's eyes of perspective, and he could easily see those who were transporting various equipment and experimental materials.

"Why can't I see what's going on in the lab?"

Clark followed the direction indicated by Martin, but his X-ray vision encountered an obstacle and was blocked by the wall of the laboratory.

"The walls of this laboratory should be mixed with lead. Luther, that cunning guy, has been guarding against you since early on." Martin's words made Clark frown. In the past two years, a considerable number of the criminals he encountered were supported by Luther behind the scenes.

But he couldn't get any evidence to prove the relationship between those criminals and the Luther Group, and he could do nothing about the bald man.

He said in a deep voice, "I should have guessed that these labs were related to Luther. In Metropolis, only that pervert who calls himself a genius, with the financial resources and no conscience, would do such a thing."

"Let me correct you. Luther is not the only one without a conscience."

Martin also hates extremely elitist guys like Luther.

He came to the top of the laboratory, his eyes emitting orange-yellow hot rays, which instantly penetrated the more than ten-meter-thick soil layer. He turned in the air, drew a circle, and smashed his fist downwards, directly creating a tunnel.

"Let's go!"

Martin waved to Clark and rushed into the laboratory first.

Clark looked around and quickly followed.

……

"Hurry up, hurry up! You've been paid for nothing and are moving as slowly as a snail. Do you want to go to jail?"

Dr. Debi Donovan, the head of the laboratory, urged his subordinates to move everything in the laboratory as soon as possible, while also complaining about his boss in his heart.

He had reported to Luther countless times that the laboratory's filtration system needed to be updated, but Luther only thought about efficiency, results and secrecy and didn't care about these things at all.

Now that something went wrong, Luther started to shift the blame onto his subordinates, forcing Dr. Donovan to clear the entire laboratory within a few hours.

Is this something a human being can do?
Dr. Donovan cursed his boss in his heart for being a rude boss, but urged his subordinates to speed up their actions.

Boom!

The whole laboratory suddenly shook. Dr. Donovan stopped abruptly when he saw the orange-yellow rays appearing in front of him.

Then, a tunnel was opened above the laboratory.

"It looks like everyone is busy moving. Is there anything we can help you with?"

"Yes, although we are not scientists, we are still strong."

Hearing the two joking voices, Dr. Donovan's heart sank to the bottom. He looked at the two figures floating in front of him and said in a trembling voice:
"Superman, and two Supermen?"

"Yes, two supermen!"

Martin stared at the man in front of him. He had just heard this guy's voice commanding others.

"So if you are really smart, you'd better stop what you are doing. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourself!"

Bang!

The employees who had been working like ants to move laboratory components simply threw away what they were holding.

They no longer want to attend this crappy class.

"very good!"

Martin nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said, "Superman, you keep an eye on the others. Dr. Donovan, how about you take me to your office so I can admire your masterpiece?"

"I don't think I have the right to refuse."

Dr. Donovan took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the sweat that kept oozing from his half-bald head.

He was very nervous, but for his own sake.

After making sure he couldn't escape, he had no intention of keeping Luther's secret. He turned around tremblingly and took Martin to his office.

　Children, I am alive again! I slept all day yesterday and felt terrible.

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(End of this chapter)