2170 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 11

Night fell, and lights came on.

Bang!

With a disgusted expression, Luke threw the hamburger into a trash can.

He knew that the big fast food chains weren't very good.

This chicken diner was only good for fried chicken wings. The rest of the food could basically be described with Director Selina's catchphrase — pig swill.

It was this bad, yet the franchise hadn't shut down. Were the people here pigs? Luke mocked inwardly.

He looked at the time. It was already seven in the evening.

The delay was due to the fact that Lois's identity made it a little problematic for her to enter the forensics center.

So, after talking to Luke, she would wait for the preliminary forensic results to come out before she came downstairs to meet him.

Luke wasn't in a hurry.

He was here to keep an eye on Lois Lane and ensure her safety.

After all, this was a woman who was sleeping with Superman; who knew how many women would go crazy with jealousy if they found out.

When he had the time, Luke sent two androids to Smallville, Kansas, where Clark's foster mother, Martha Kent, lived.

After a few hours of investigation, Luke had realized that Lex had something to do with the recent public opinion against Superman.

He hadn't noticed before because there were too many people involved.

Now that he had confirmed that there was something wrong with Lex, looking for connections to Lex Corporation in previous information was altogether different.

It was just like how most people didn't know that Reporter Clark was Superman, but if they knew beforehand and investigated, it would be hard for him to hide his identity.

As he did this, Luke recalled the 'mother and girlfriend' memes in his previous life.

For example, if Martha and Lois fell into the river at the same time, who would Clark save?

The answer should be, "Both of them." Only a kid would be tricked into choosing between the two.

As he had these ridiculous thoughts, Luke turned away more than a dozen teenage girls who had 'accidentally slipped,' 'gotten lost,' or 'ran out of battery.'

He didn't act impatient.

A protagonist wasn't defined by their gender, but by their looks and money.

Given Bale's looks, it would be strange for him not to be good at this, and passing the time with the girls was quite interesting.

He didn't mind talking to a woman with enough substance — it wasn't like she would get pregnant from a chat.

Of course, such women were rare.

There had only been two of them in the last few hours.

One was a White House intern, Kate McKenney.

Naturally, this young blonde didn't talk about hair or makeup, but was all about some 'interesting things' in her workplace.

The other was an old lady, Meryl Adams, who was almost 50 years old and of the old Adams family in American history.

Meryl also wanted to offer Luke a job – whether or not it was out of some maternal instinct, Luke was too lazy to dwell on it.

They talked about the reaction to the explosion in Congress today and exchanged contact details.

Elementary Pheromone Control was just that unreasonable.

Luke didn't like to use it to order women around, but he liked the effect when he let it disperse.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked up the call and said a few words before he walked toward the entrance of the forensics center.

Although they had arranged to meet at the chicken diner, the food there was too lousy.

Luke felt that it was better to pick up Lois as soon as possible and switch to a coffee shop with less 'pig swill.'

On the other side, Louis came down from the forensics lab and entered the underground parking lot.

As she walked to her car, she reached into her bag for her keys.

Get into your car as quickly as possible – don't ever rummage around for it in front of your car. This was a valuable experience from years of living in this city. Otherwise, someone would point a gun at your back one day.

She didn't notice that a sturdy man had followed her from the elevator.

Then, a worker in a yellow vest shone a flashlight at the wall up ahead, as if checking the pipes.

Two people gradually sandwiched her in the middle.

Lois glanced at the man in the yellow vest and felt that the man's side profile looked familiar.

As a reporter, she couldn't help but take two more steps to get a better look.

In the end, the man in the yellow vest turned so that the back of his head was to her.

Frowning, Louise turned around and walked to her car.

The man behind her, however, picked up his pace and blocked her way.

Her heart tightened. "Sorry, how can I help you?" As she asked the question, she gripped the pepper spray on her keychain.

The man said, "Miss Lane, I have some top secret information I want to talk to you about…"

Louise was stunned. "You're Bruce?"

The man was also stunned for a moment, but he immediately nodded. "Yes, can we go out and…"

At that moment, a big hand covered her mouth from behind, and the other hand wrapped tightly around her.

Louise's cry was muffled, and she looked at 'Bruce' for help.

In the end, the man darted forward and helped the man in the yellow vest take her to a utility company van ten meters away.

The side door of the van was already open, and a brawny man was inside.

Lois instantly understood that this was a planned kidnapping.

Just as she was stuffed into the van, a cold male voice rang out next to them. "What are you playing? It looks fun."

The man in the yellow vest reacted quickly. He took out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the door of the passenger seat, where the male voice had come from.

Pu! Pu! Pu! Zi! Zi! Zi!

There was the sound of nails hitting flesh three times in a row. The two people holding Lois and the brawny man in the car collapsed, their bodies still twitching.

Lois had been thrown roughly into the car. She didn't understand what was going on, but there was a collapsed man in front of her, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

She subconsciously leaned back.

It might be poison or some infectious disease! She had been to many places around the world, and had seen the small chances of this happening with her own eyes.

Lois reacted quickly, but she used too much strength and fell out of the car. She panicked at the empty air behind her and immediately screamed.

At that moment, a hand grabbed her shoulder and softened her landing. "Sorry, Miss Lane, I was a little late."

Lois turned around and saw Luke. "Who are you?"

Luke said, "Bruce Bale. I just spoke to you."

Lois stepped back warily. Another 'Bruce' had thrown her into the van and she had almost been kidnapped.

Luke knew what she was thinking. "Miss Lane, these aren't my men, but Lex Luthor's men."