From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 464 I know how to play this game

Whitney stared speechlessly at the shrewish couple in front of her, then slammed her hand on the table. "The Sky Eye Society kidnapped Clark Kent in Smallville yesterday."

“Clark Kent? Who’s that?” Winston asked curiously.

Winston is a Highlander from Earth 38. Although he has a long life and lives a carefree life, his Highlander identity limits his understanding of the world. For many years, he could only live in his own small circle, constantly running for his life, until he was found by Philson. Therefore, he did not care about the superheroes that suddenly appeared in that world in the last ten years, and he could not possibly know that Clark Kent was the famous Superman.

"A Kryptonian."

“Kryptonians?!” Winston’s gaze sharpened, and suddenly, as if realizing something, he exclaimed, “Super…Superman?!”

“Otherwise, why do you think I’d stay in Smolwell?!” Whitney slammed her hand on the table. “However, now that Clark has been taken in by the Sky Eye, the so-called Superman shouldn’t be appearing anymore. The Smolwell modification project needs to be accelerated.”

"Accelerate the process? Didn't you say that the Sky Eye Society had already set its sights on Smolwell?!"

"It's precisely because we've set our sights on Smolwell that we need to accelerate the Smolwell redevelopment plan. It's just an ordinary industrial development plan; will Sky Eye be watching it for too long?"

"But……"

“There are no buts, it’s decided. We’ll put everything under the watchful eyes of the Sky Eye Association. We’re doing legitimate business, and it meets the development needs of the United States. What reason does the Sky Eye Association have to make things difficult for us?!” Whitney said.

“That makes sense!” Winston suddenly realized. On Earth 38, although he lived a carefree life, he was always on edge to avoid being hunted down by his own kind and organizations like the Sky Eye Society. He had developed some paranoia. Now, on Earth 167, he was doing legitimate business. Besides, the Sky Eye Society was targeting Smolwell. What did that have to do with Winston in Metropolis?

"So, you've come here today to...!"

“For her!” Whitney pointed at Fiona. “I was in a good mood that day and didn’t kill her. But now the Sky Eye is watching Smallwell, and she knows about my special abilities, so I came to silence her. I never expected…”

Whitney smiled. "Now that she's in your bed, I suppose you should be able to get her to keep my secret, right?!"

“Oh, of course!” Winston chuckled, patting Fiona’s bottom. “Honey, you won’t tell anyone about Whitney’s secret, will you?!”

“Of course, Mr. Whitney, now we're on the same side!”

“I hope so.” Whitney nodded, then looked at Winston. “Take it easy. I don’t care how you play, but don’t ruin the Lord’s plans, or death will not be your final destination.”

There was a hint of menace in his tone.

Winston's expression froze for a moment. "Of course... the Lord's will is the direction I must take!"

"very good!"

Whitney nodded, got up and left. To be honest, he really didn't want to stay in that sultry environment anymore.

————I am the dividing line————

Smolwell
town Hall

A large portion of this small building has become the frontline command post of the Sky Eye Association.

Amanda Waller stood quietly by the screen wall, like a shark that had smelled blood, his fierce eyes scanning the documents flashing on the screen.

Having successfully captured the Kryptonian Clark Kent, she wasn't content with that. As a Black woman, she deeply understood that to climb the social ladder, one couldn't afford to miss any opportunity.

Clark Kent is just an appetizer. This boy may possess unimaginable power, but his weaknesses are as obvious as lice on a bald man's head. With a good plan, catching him will be a piece of cake.

But this is not enough.

Of course, the more achievements one has, the better. She has achieved her current position by virtue of her insatiable greed and her desire to climb the ladder by any means necessary.

A pair of fierce little eyes swept over every corner of the town. Clark, the appetizer, was finished. The anomalies caused by the Kryptonian spaceship crash and quietly distorted by Kryptonite radiation were her final hunting ground.

The desk was piled high with files documenting all sorts of strange events that had happened in the town over the years. One file in particular stood out, its pages curled up from repeated readings.

On the first page of the file, a smiling, sunny young man is prominently featured.

Whitney Fordman
There are many strange things happening in the small town, and many people to investigate. The reason for choosing Whitney is simple: he is very famous!
This young man who recently sparked a communications reform movement across the entire Lighthouse is so famous that if we could subdue him, the explosive impact would be greater than capturing a hundred Clarks.

In a place like Lighthouse, to stand out, you first need to become famous, and Whitney's fame was the stepping stone for her to go even further.

Besides, Whitney is really suspicious!
A typical small-town youth joined the rugby team. He was sunny and cheerful, physically strong, but simple-minded. This simplicity was evident in his previous academic performance. However, about a year ago, an abrupt dividing line appeared.

This simple-minded boy suddenly became a top student, not through fabrication or luck, but through genuine achievement. Aside from his expertise in using iPhones, his high academic record and impressive knowledge, as demonstrated in interviews, were undeniable.

But is this normal?

Such a change cannot be explained by the proverb "a prodigal son returning home is more precious than gold."

"Kryptonite radiation-induced mutations..."

The image on the screen wall froze on Whitney's portrait. Amanda's gaze fell on the portrait, gradually hardening... "The Kent family's one was an extreme product of strength, while this Fordman... is very likely a mutant monster whose intelligence side has been activated...!"

A day later, when the black SUV, like a mobile fortress, came to a stop after aggressively driving over the edge of the Fordman family's meticulously manicured lawn, Whitney stood with her arms crossed by the second-floor window, her gaze growing increasingly cold.

A knock sounded, and the door opened.

"Who are you...?" Whitney looked bewildered as she looked at the black woman in front of her and the two men in black suits behind her, their faces as expressionless as stone statues, each carrying a cold silver medical kit.

“Mr. Fordman…” Amanda’s voice was flat and emotionless, “Sky Eye Society. Regarding the assessment of persistent abnormal environmental radiation and its potential health effects in the Smallville area, we need your cooperation in collecting and testing necessary biological samples.”

Whitney's expression turned to one of astonishment, then darkened. "It was you! You were the ones who kidnapped the Kent family a few days ago!"

“We are fulfilling our legal duty to safeguard national security and assess potential risks, Mr. Fordman.” Amanda completely ignored his sarcasm and stated her purpose in a formulaic manner, “Given the specific nature of the confirmed radiation contamination in your area and the significant changes in your personal physiological and intellectual characteristics in a short period of time, cooperating with the investigation is your obligation.”

“Obligation?” Whitney scoffed, staring intently at Amanda, then suddenly laughed, “Perhaps, ma’am, but I’m no longer the foolish small-town youth I once was. Mr. Winston taught me how to play this game. Of course, I’m a law-abiding citizen, and to prove my ‘innocence,’ I’m ‘more than willing’ to cooperate with the ‘government’s’ investigation. However, I require my lawyer to be present.”

Amanda's eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly. Just as she was about to refuse, Whitney said again, "It's best not to refuse...!" He pointed to the security camera outside the house and said, "To protect my safety, Mr. Winston had me install the most advanced security system in the house. Every move we make here will be transmitted to Umbrella headquarters, so even if you arrest me like you arrested the Kent family, no one will know."

“Okay!” Amanda took a deep breath and calmed down.

(End of this chapter)