Kill Him, Clark

First, the fire alarm had been triggered, soaking everyone.

Now, someone with a Superpower who could discharge electricity had suddenly appeared. It was obvious this was a carefully planned massacre.

Watching the person at the door, David raised an eyebrow.

He had long suspected that the strange tales circulating through this town were not baseless.

"Kryptonite radiation probably caused genetic mutations in some people."

After all, the rich relied on technology, while the poor relied on mutation.

But he had not expected a madman to suddenly appear and try to kill nearly every student at the town high school.

"Ah!"

The crowd screamed in terror.

"What kind of horror movie is this?"

Chloe and Pete trembled with fear.

Anyone with a bit of common sense knew what happened when a terrifying electric current came into contact with water.

All that person had to do now was touch the ground with both hands, and he could instantly kill the hundreds of people here.

"Raise your hands!"

It was as if everyone could see hell reaching out to them. Some of the boys tried to rush forward and stop him.

But it was futile.

The thin, demon-like figure's electrified hands were already slamming rapidly toward the ground.

In less than a second, across a distance of twenty or thirty meters, there was no way anyone could stop him in time.

In that instant, David frowned and was just about to move.

Not to mention that there were people he knew here, saving them would take no effort at all.

"From another perspective, if everyone here died and only Clark and I survived, it would be hard not to draw the attention of someone suspicious."

"David? No!"

However, someone moved faster than him. Clark glanced at David beside him, who was 'in danger,' and his heart skipped a beat. His expression changed drastically as he gave a low shout, bursting out with unprecedented speed in his panic and vanishing from where he stood.

Crackle!

In the blink of an eye, with less than ten centimeters left before the current in Jeremy's hand touched the ground—

He was suddenly scooped up around the waist and carried away.

"What happened?"

"Where did that person go?"

Some people had screamed in fright and shut their eyes. The agonizing pain of the expected electric shock never came, and they felt around their bodies.

When they opened their eyes and looked toward the door again, the demon who had wanted to murder them had vanished. Only a gust of cold wind blew in from outside, making them shiver.

"Was that an illusion?"

Had everything just now been a mass hallucination?

Even some of those who had rushed toward Jeremy to stop him had not seen what happened, because Clark was too fast—far beyond the limit of what human eyes could capture.

They had not even seen a vague afterimage.

"When something happened, you didn't look at Lana first."

David slowly set down the snack in his hand, feeling slightly relieved.

"Looks like there's still hope for you. You haven't completely fallen, Clark."

His brother had not forgotten his family just because of a girl who had a boyfriend yet treated other boys differently.

"But..."

How were you going to handle this, Clark?

One wrong move, and this matter could bring trouble to the family.

David frowned, stepped back, and his body blurred before vanishing on the spot.

Still shaken, everyone looked around, trying to figure out whether this was some malicious prank.

"Where are David and Clark?"

Chloe fearfully patted her chest as she searched for the two who had disappeared.

"They were just here." Pete looked around. "Maybe they got bored while we were dancing and left?"

Confusion flashed through Chloe's eyes.

Not long before everything happened, she had seen the two brothers there. Had she remembered wrong?

"Who are you? Why did you do that?!"

On a road outside town, Clark threw the madman off his shoulder and angrily demanded answers.

"Do you know there were hundreds of lives there?!"

"Why am I here?"

Jeremy stood up from the ground, shook his head, looked at his hands, then looked around.

He had been about to kill those sinners, so how had he suddenly ended up on a rural highway outside town?

"Who are you?"

He looked at Clark before him, realizing this was the person who had brought him here. His body tensed, and he became extremely vigilant.

There really were other special people in this world besides him.

"It's you? I saw you at the bar!"

The next second, staring at Clark's angry face, Jeremy recognized him—the person who had nearly suffered the same fate as him.

"They almost made you into a Scarecrow."

His face darkened, and fury at being betrayed rose in his heart. The current in his hands surged violently, dazzling and terrifying beneath the dim streetlights. A piercing shriek like a flock of crows carried far across the empty wilderness.

"And yet you want to protect them?!"

What difference was there between those guys in football uniforms and the people who had nailed him to a cross over a decade ago?!

Crackle!

As he roared his question, a powerful current violently blasted Clark away.

"You want to kill Whitney and the others? Absolutely not."

Clark flew back seven or eight meters and landed on the ground. He rose as if nothing had happened, brushed away the sparks from his clothes where the current had scorched them, and understood the original target from those words. He spoke urgently.

Even if Whitney was his romantic rival, even if Whitney had wanted to tie him to a cross, he did not deserve to die.

"God returned me to this world. I bear a special mission—to cleanse sin."

His attack, which could easily turn someone into charcoal, had not harmed the other person at all. After his initial shock, Jeremy flew into a rage.

"You, too, have been favored by God, yet you protect sinners!"

Powerful currents burst from both his hands. From afar, it looked as though he were holding up two miniature suns formed from concentrated electricity.

"Protecting sinners, you are utterly unworthy of the power God bestowed upon you."

The arcing current struck the hard asphalt road. The road actually glowed red and melted, releasing a foul smell like the sulfur of hell.

Sizzle!

"Die!"

Jeremy thrust both hands forward.

The current was like a lightning tree rapidly growing through the air, splitting into branches as its thick trunk surged at a speed far beyond sound toward Clark.

Unable to dodge in time, Clark raised his arms as shields in front of him. The clothes on his arms instantly turned to ash.

The powerful current actually made him feel a trace of pain, and he cried out.

Whoosh!

The next instant, Clark flashed away, as fast as a fired bullet, arriving at Jeremy's side. Time seemed to slow to an extreme. Jeremy still wore a savage expression as he stared ahead, current leaping from his palms, completely unaware.

Clark looked at his own hands, then cautiously gave him a push.

Bang!

The next second, time seemed to resume its normal flow. Jeremy's body flew as though it had been struck by a truck weighing over ten tons, tracing an arc of more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Ah!"

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His expression twisted in pain, and he felt that at least several of his ribs had broken.

"I can't understand how anyone could like helping the people who bullied them!"

Jeremy clutched his agonizing chest and glared hatefully at Clark.

Why would Clark help those people after being humiliated by them? It was betrayal.

"Your palms?"

Clark saw the horrifying scars on both his hands, as though they had been pierced through with steel nails. His expression changed, and he gradually guessed what had happened.

He remembered Chloe mentioning a strange occurrence in town while they chatted during a break between classes that day.

"Recently, people who used to be on the town high school football team have been electrocuted to death one after another by high-voltage currents."

"You're the serial killer who murdered them? You're taking revenge on the football team members?"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ignoring him, Jeremy endured the pain and tried to rise from the ground to attack him.

"Don't get up again. I don't want to kill you by accident."

Clark waved his hands somewhat frantically.

He had hardly ever fought anyone, and he was afraid that if it happened again, he might accidentally kill the other man.

But hearing that only enraged Jeremy further. Even though it aggravated his injuries, he staggered and forced himself up.

"If he wants to kill you, then kill him, Clark!"

Just as Clark did not know what to do, a cold voice rang out.