The Time to Hunt Has Come

"I... I'm just not used to it..." Clark stammered, rendered speechless by Robet's barrage of questions.

Although Clark had to admit that Robet made some sense, Robet's actions were just too brutal! He didn't act like a fifteen-year-old at all.

First, he broke Fox's and Carlos' limbs, then he blasted Fox from head to toe. The kind-hearted Clark couldn't accept such methods, even though he knew Robet was not wrong to kill his enemies.

Faced with Clark's hesitation, Robet didn't respond immediately. Instead, he reached out to Carlos's head. A hint of despair flashed in Carlos's eyes, but he was powerless to stop Robet's actions.

"Hmm..." Soon, Robet obtained some similar yet different images. "The target is Clark Kent. If he doesn't die, he's destined to become a god? This information is different from what the Fate Weaver transmitted before. Was it originally suspected to be Sloan's fabrication? But after seeing our performance, that suspicion has been dispelled?"

"Poof!" With a soft sound, Robet obtained new information. He didn't change anything because of Clark's discomfort. He still chose to blast Carlos to death.

As far as Robet was concerned, since Fox and Carlos, and the so-called Brotherhood, dared to assassinate Clark and him, and even threatened their parents, there was only one way for them to go: death.

No one could change that. Even Jesus couldn't save them, Robet said!

"Robet..." Seeing another life die in front of him, Clark opened his mouth. He suddenly understood why Robet said he had performed well during the school shooting. If Robet had acted with the same style as this time, the three Okinjas probably wouldn't even have a complete corpse left.

"Clark, I know you're kind, but sometimes, being kind alone is useless..." Robet didn't start by telling him the information he had seen. Instead, he looked at Clark and said seriously.

"Since they chose to kill us, then being killed by me is perfectly normal. They are all assassins and should be aware of that!"

"You think my methods are cruel, but have you ever thought that it's not cruel for them to come and kill us without rhyme or reason? I just said that if we weren't immune to bullets, we would already be dead, not to mention that they might threaten Mom and Dad's lives..."

"Fortunately, you weren't kind enough to stop me from killing them!"

"I know, I'm just not used to you being like this. You're only fifteen..." Clark sighed after a long silence. "And I can't be like you, able to erase other lives with peace of mind."

"Don't worry, I'm not a bloodthirsty person. My style is very simple: save those I like, help those you want me to help, beat those who are hostile to us, and kill those who threaten our lives. It's that simple!" Robet shrugged with a smile.

"When it's time to save someone, I won't procrastinate. When it's time to kill, I won't hesitate. And when it's time to fight, I will also go all out to ensure that I don't let my guard down before the battle is over. After all, some of my... well, clansmen, often fall into desperate situations because they're too reckless in battle."

"I know you're kind, so in the future, leave the task of ending the enemy's life to me. I'm a natural warrior and won't feel guilty like you!"

"So, next, we need to discuss how to handle the follow-up matters!"

"Follow-up matters? Aren't they already dead?" Clark looked at Robet hesitantly and asked, "Are you going to exterminate them all?"

"Otherwise? Wait for them to send more people? Wait for them to realize we're not easy to deal with and go after Mom and Dad? Didn't you say before that you were grateful that I helped you make decisions at critical moments? Now I've decided to eliminate the root of the problem forever!" Robet looked at Clark helplessly and asked, while telling him the brief memories he had read from Fox's and Carlos' brains.

"I'll become a god if I don't die? Why?" Clark looked at Robet in a daze and asked, "Just because such information appeared on a Fate Weaver, they want to kill me?"

"To be precise, it's to kill us, but obviously, I'm being implicated by you!" Robet shook his head and said with a serious expression, "Next, it's up to you to find the location of their organization. A Fate Weaver, a black man named Sloan... Well, I can share these memory images with you. When the time comes, we can just go and ask, right?"

"Alright!" A hint of hesitation flashed in Clark's eyes, but he quickly thought of the safety of The Kents, and finally nodded. After sharing the memory images, he began to search for the location of Sloan, the Brotherhood, and the Fate Weaver.

"Clark Kent, I wonder how their mission is going. No news has been sent back yet..." At the same time, deep in the textile factory, hesitation flickered in Sloan's eyes as he murmured unknowingly.

"The Fate Weaver said he could become a god, but it seems he's just an ordinary farm youth in a small town. I can't see anything unusual about him. Could it be a mistake?"

"Found it!" Sloan probably didn't expect that just as he mentioned Clark's name, he was locked onto by Clark!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Robet's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said excitedly. Then he suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked at Clark. "No, you can't come with me!"

"Why?" Clark was stunned when he heard this and looked at Robet in confusion.

"Can you guarantee that they won't have other assassins coming? If we both leave, what will happen to Mom and Dad if an assassin comes?" Robet explained with a solemn expression.

"So, you stay at home and guide me. You can use Telepathy to communicate with me mentally. If you have any questions you want to ask, I can ask them for you. And if the scene is too bloody, I'm worried you won't be able to handle it..."

"This..." Clark subconsciously looked around. He didn't see any suspicious people, but what Robet said made sense. He didn't dare to gamble that Sloan hadn't sent anyone else to deal with them. If an assassin really came to deal with Martha and Jonathan after they left, Clark would really regret it.

"Okay! Then we'll split up. I'll stay at home and guide you, and you go solve those guys and find out why I was targeted!" Soon, a hint of determination flashed in Clark's eyes. "But, you have to be careful. If something goes wrong, I'll tell you to retreat, and you must leave!"

"Don't worry! No problem!" Robet waved his hand with a smile, his body rose into the air, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Just guide me with peace of mind!"

Soon, Robet's figure disappeared into the air, heading towards the textile factory under Clark's guidance. The hunting moment has arrived!

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