Chapter 250 Only justice does not require recognition
There was a scream from the three girls in the car, and Jack immediately held his head and shrank his body.
Outside, after Clark took the first shot, his mind went blank, but the feeling of being bitten by mosquitoes quickly brought him back to his senses.
Damn it!
Clark pushed Amber aside, then crossed his arms over his head and rushed forward with the bullet in his hand.
Click! Click!
A bunch of bullets were quickly used up, and the bearded man was stunned, and then he was knocked unconscious by Clark with his arm.
"cool!"
Amber dusted himself off, "I knew you were a great guy, Clark."
"but I…"
Clark didn't look happy, and was even full of confusion. He looked at his hands, and his long-held concepts and facts were in fierce conflict.
"Man, I'm afraid your date will have to be postponed. Try your best next time."
Amber patted his shoulder lightly, interrupting his next words.
"All right."
Clark retracted his thoughts, "Then what should we do next?"
"Of course we have to call the police. We are law-abiding citizens."
Amber smiled and turned around, walking towards the car on the side of the road.
Fortunately, it can still be opened.
The journey back was very peaceful, without any accidents. The three girls kept talking excitedly and fearfully, while Jack kept asking Clark questions.
He even took out a knife and cut Clark's arm. After finding that he couldn't break his skin, he showed a classic black question mark face.
"Man, how did you do that?"
Clark couldn't give an answer to this question.
"Because he's Superman."
Amber smiled meaningfully.
"Superman..."
Clark chewed on these two words with a very complicated expression.
The next thing is very cumbersome. First, we need to take the town police to the scene of the incident, and then we have to take notes and so on.
Moreover, after the bearded man woke up, he kept shouting about monsters and monsters, so Jesse had to use the physical calm method.
Then he asked about some things that happened before.
This surprised her greatly.
Fortunately, Old Kent came over at this time and brought Clark back to the farm as soon as possible, so that the situation did not worsen.
But all the police knew one thing. The son of the farmer, the old Kent family, was a monster that could not be killed by bullets.
"Poor Clark must be devastated."
Jack smiled heartlessly.
"It's time for me to send the girls back."
Amber ignored the guy and said, "Get in the car, today is a really unpleasant day."
"I think it's pretty good."
Isabella didn't take it seriously, raised the bag in her hand and said, "At least we all have gifts."
"Haha, you will get more in the future, provided you are smart."
Amber fastened her seat belt and waited for them to get in the car.
“Then what’s considered smart?”
Isabella grabbed the co-pilot. Emma scolded Bichi angrily a few times, and then obediently moved next to Sophia.
Jack originally wanted to hug him, which made him a little disappointed.
"That's a stupid question of yours."
Amber's expression calmed down, "Remember, the reason why you are sitting here is only because of Clark, do you understand?"
Isabella's face sank and she stopped talking.
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"Clark, you shouldn't...shouldn't behave abnormally. This will make the following days very painful for you. People will be afraid of you, stay away from you, and regard you as a monster."
As soon as he entered the room, old Kent started his own theory.
This time Martha did not speak, but held her son in tears.
"But if I don't take action, Amber and other students will be harmed."
Clark didn't understand very much, "Why can't I take action even though I have the ability to save them? Did I do something wrong?"
"Son, your father just doesn't want to lose you, and I don't want to lose you either."
Martha suddenly spoke, leaving the angry Clark speechless, "You are a gift from God to us."
"I know I know."
Clark squatted down holding his head, "But mom, dad, have you ever thought about how I feel?"
This sentence silenced the two of them.
"There's something wrong with me, too."
Old Kent sighed, "Clark, promise me, will you restrain yourself from now on? Don't become an outlier."
"I...I want to go for a walk."
Clark didn't answer, but spoke his mind.
"Go ahead and think carefully about my words."
Old Kent looked outside. Under the night, the farm was buzzing with insects. It was indeed a good place to relax.
Both he and Martha subconsciously avoided a question, that is, Clark killed a person today.
Even if the other party is a gangster.
"Thank you, I'll be back soon."
Clark walked outside, "By the way, I have a girlfriend."
"Ha, that's really good news."
Martha laughed, "I'm proud of you, kid."
Clark twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to look happy.
Walking in the moonlight, the soft grass under his feet made him relax a lot, but the thoughts in his heart not only did not decrease, but became more complicated.
Isabella's smile, the faces of Amber and Jack, the eager eyes of old Kent and Martha, and...
The bald guy who was beaten to death.
Many pictures kept flashing in Clark's mind like a slideshow, and finally turned into an annoyance with nowhere to vent.
He wanted to shout to the sky, but it felt like an invisible hand was holding his throat.
"You look bad, my friend."
Suddenly, Amber's voice sounded not far away.
Clark was stunned for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating. After taking a closer look, he realized that he was really standing under an apple tree not far away.
"Amber, you...why are you here?"
"Of course I came to see you."
Amber smiled softly, "Clark, why are you troubled?"
"You know, my father doesn't want me to be special. He is afraid that I will be isolated and become what people call a freak."
Clark walked closer and then landed on the grass, "But... I don't want to be like this, I can't stand it."
"Dude, you want to hear my thoughts?"
Amber also followed him and came to his side, then took out two bottles of wine from somewhere, separated one bottle and handed it over.
"Tell me."
Clark was stunned for a moment, then took it.
"Why should we care about other people's eyes?"
Amber said softly: "Clark, you have power far beyond ordinary people. If you use it in the right place, it will benefit many people instead of just hiding it.
Think about it, the mother and child in a car accident, the children who fell into the water, the old people who were buried because their houses collapsed, they should have died, but they survived because of you, wouldn't that be cool? "
"Um."
Clark's eyes lit up.
"So, just do what you think is right. As for Uncle Kent, you should be grateful to him, not be bound by him."
Amber's voice was very soft, but unexpectedly deafening, "My friend, only justice does not need the approval of others."