Bang!
The car violently struck Dina!
A car traveling at over 100 miles per hour possesses an impact force that the human body simply cannot withstand. ♦ ൠ ♦ ♦ Google Search Reading
Dina let out a scream as she was hit by the car, the immense impact directly sending her flying into the air.
After being thrown into the air, her body flew over the bridge railing, then rapidly plummeted, falling heavily into the turbulent river.
Because everything happened so fast, none of the students on the bus had time to react; they heard a scream and then saw Dina flying through the air.
Clark had reacted the moment Dina jumped out of the bus to pick something up.
Just as he was about to jump out to save her, the bus door instantly closed.
If he wanted to save her, he would have to risk exposing himself by smashing the window and jumping out.
In that moment of hesitation, the car struck Dina's body.
"Oh my God! That—that's Dina!"
"Oh, God! Call an ambulance quickly, no, and the fire department! We must save her immediately!"
Seeing Dina in the accident, all the students stood up, covering their mouths, their faces filled with terror.
Some of the calmer ones, after realizing what happened, immediately called emergency services.
Some of the girls, witnessing the tragic scene unfolding before them, covered their mouths while weeping.
Clark turned his face, looking at the expressionless Eric.
"Eric, you—you closed the bus door, didn't you?"
His gaze was somewhat complex.
The bus door couldn't have closed for no reason; no one in the car could have done it except Eric.
"You should ask the driver, Clark, not a victim."
Eric glanced at Dina, who had fallen into the turbulent river, and said, "She was coming towards us with a dagger—I don't think she was just coming to talk."
"She..."
Clark's emotions were complicated; he shook his head and said, "She's just a kid, Eric, you shouldn't have done that."
"Everyone must be responsible for their actions, regardless of whether they are a child or an adult."
Eric's expression remained cold. "She was holding a weapon, attempting to commit a crime. If I weren't here, if you lost your Superman powers, if we were all ordinary people, then you and I would be dead. Clark, never be overly tolerant of evil."
Eric paused for a moment, then said, "The fact is, she came to try and commit a crime, and her dagger accidentally fell out of the bus. Nervous and flustered, she quickly jumped out of the car, ready to pick up the dagger, but was hit by the speeding car. Accidents always favor villains, don't they?"
Clark took a deep breath. "Regardless, the crimes her parents committed shouldn't be borne by her. Perhaps she was just driven by hatred, doing some irrational things, we shouldn't..."
"This is the difference between you and me, Clark. You like to simplify and compartmentalize everything, but this world isn't that simple. I don't believe those baseball coaches who were buried alive, or that our simple Dina girl was completely unaware."
After Eric finished speaking, he closed his eyes, no longer intending to speak.
Seeing Eric's unwillingness to engage, Clark sighed, his expression becoming even more dejected.
Through these experiences, Clark increasingly felt that his power alone couldn't solve all difficulties.
Even with Superman's strength, he lived constantly in shackles.
Only by realizing he isn't omnipotent can he truly experience human emotions, perhaps.
Clark looked out at the clear blue sky, lost in thought.
After returning to Kent Farm, Martha was somewhat surprised when Eric mentioned today's car accident. "Did the police retrieve that girl yet?"
"Not yet."
Eric shook his head.
"That's truly a sad and regrettable thing."
Martha said with a touch of melancholy.
"You can't save everyone, Clark."
Jonathan, seeing Clark's silence, thought he felt guilty for not being able to save the girl. He walked over, patted his shoulder, and said, "Misfortunes happen every moment in this world; we can't bear all the responsibility on our shoulders. If you are overly critical of yourself, you will constantly be surrounded by abnormal emotions. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "
"I know, Dad."
Clark smiled at his father; he didn't explain too much.
Nor did he mention what happened on the bus, only glancing at the gloomy sky outside the window.
Night.
After nightfall, a figure entered the Justice Society Headquarters in Metropolis.
After Bart entered the Justice Hall, he placed the plastic bucket and backpack he was carrying on the ground.
Clapping his hands, he surveyed his surroundings.
"The leader of the Justice Society."
After glancing at the leader's chair, Bart walked over and tried sitting in it.
"Hmm, the sitting experience is just average, not as good as my favorite old-fashioned sofa. To be honest, I probably won't be much of a leader in this lifetime."
After sitting for a while, Bart stood up, walked to the plastic bucket, and opened the lid.
A fishy smell immediately wafted from the bucket.
Bart carried the bucket to an iron door, knocked on it, "Big guy, come out for dinner."
Saying that, he opened the small door opening at the bottom of the iron door and directly pushed the fish from the bucket inside.
After throwing all the fresh fish in, Bart continued to push the fruit from his backpack inside.
Once all the food was thrown in, loud chewing sounds echoed from within the room.
Having become familiar with Solomon Grandy behind the iron door, Bart was no longer afraid of the monster inside.
Sitting in front of the iron door, listening to the chewing sounds from inside, Bart muttered to himself, "Big guy, you remind me of a story from my childhood."
"My uncle had a dog, a pit bull named Jax. When my uncle dragged him out of the cage, his wounds were even worse. My uncle was a jerk; he kept Jax to be a fighting dog. Every day, the biting would make him bloody, and Jax became even more vicious. As soon as anyone approached, he would show his fierce side, baring his teeth, making everyone despise him."
Bart paused for a moment, then continued, "So one day, I opened his cage and quietly let him escape. I told my uncle he had broken out himself. I took him far away. Later, when I went to see Jax, he had become very friendly. He licked my fingers and treated everyone who approached him affectionately."
Bart stood up, looking at the monster behind the iron door, and said, "Will you be Jax?"
"I must be a fool, why am I telling you all this?"
Then Bart shook his head, "I used to be lonely, but now I've found a great group of friends and family. I used to be Jax, but now, I'm no longer Jax."
Saying that, he put on his MP3 headphones, picked up the empty plastic bucket, activated his super speed, and instantly left the Justice Society Headquarters.
After using super speed to return to Smallville, Bart noticed that the black night sky was covered with dark clouds.
It felt as if a storm was brewing.
"Will there be a heavy rain today?"
"Splash!"
Rain poured down, and the entire land was completely engulfed by a vast expanse of white mist.
Metropolis International Airport.
A black sedan was parked by the runway next to the tarmac. Amanda Waller, dressed casually in a black jacket and jeans, first stepped out of the car holding an umbrella, followed by several professional bodyguards.
Amanda Waller, an agent of the US government, a high-ranking official of the Tianyan Society handling metahuman affairs, warden of Belle Reve Penitentiary, head of Project Cadmus, and the future founder of the Suicide Squad.
Although she hadn't yet founded the Suicide Squad, she had already become a high-ranking official in the Tianyan Society, beginning to make her mark in metahuman affairs.
"Mr. Deadshot, ever since you got in the car, you've had that grim look—I'm not referring to your skin color, but your hostile attitude. It seems you're a bit displeased about working for me."
Amanda Waller stood in front of the car, checked her watch, and turned to smile at the large Black man behind her.
"After all, I was the one who got you out of the police station. Even if you're not grateful, I think you could at least give me a smile."
"I don't know if I should trust you."
Deadshot said bluntly, "I'm even starting to suspect that your actions led to my imprisonment. I know you have a lot of influence in the government, and I have great doubts about the entire incident you orchestrated. You are that kind of person; I can see your true colors."
"You can think of me as—not a very bad bad person, or not a very good good person."
The slender Amanda played with words, smiling.
She had no intention of taming this unruly fellow, even though this man, whom she had gotten out of Belle Reve Penitentiary, possessed excellent shooting skills and combat abilities.
She merely wanted to use him to form a team that she could control.
And this man before her was the first member she wanted to recruit.
His moral compass was neither too high nor too low, making him clearly suitable to join her team.
"As for trust, if it weren't for your close relationship with Lyla Michaels (head of Tianyan Society), do you think I would let you join? Mr. Lawton, I am not like your prison mates who value loyalty and friendship. We don't need to be partners or teammates."
Amanda's smile faded as she spoke to Deadshot:
"We are tasked by General Lane to investigate a tricky case in a nearby town. Believe me, the difficulty of this case will surpass all cases you've ever seen. All you can do is obey me. Furthermore, I will have many contingencies to ensure our relationship remains in a good state."
"Just me?"
Deadshot frowned, asking somewhat uncertainly.
"Of course not just you. We've also arranged for other personnel. You'll meet them sooner or later, but before that, I need you to rein in your excessive self-awareness."
Amanda held her umbrella, looking at the city enveloped by the pouring rain, and said, "Among the others, there might even be some of your old friends."
"Old friends?"
"Yes."
Amanda's slender figure stood quietly under the umbrella. "I know your current situation. Your family is in difficulty, and you seem to lack some necessary funds. Perhaps I can help you with that, but only if we maintain a good cooperative relationship."
Just as she finished speaking, Amanda's phone rang. Frowning, she stopped her conversation with Deadshot and answered the call.
"Colonel Flag, is everything ready? Good. The intelligence provided by the Pentagon is always limited. If we want to establish ourselves, we must make some choices regarding the accuracy of the intelligence they provide. Don't go to Smallville yet; we need to visit an important person—Lionel Luthor."
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