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Chapter 130 The Gatekeeper

Metropolis, Daily Planet.

Kent, is your hand alright?

Louise, who had just returned to the political section office, immediately noticed the thick bandage on the arm.

Clark, who looked quite badly injured, asked with some sympathy.

"I'm fine." Clark, who was only faking his injury, coughed to cover it up.

After all, he pretended that his arm was injured in the fall last night in order to find an excuse for why he didn't come back to find Louise and the others last night, and why he didn't go to the Lex Group with them this morning.

As for why he didn't want to go to Lexcorp—

Suddenly I feel more comfortable writing more reports for Planet Daily. Don't ask why, it's just because I love news.

So Clark went to work injured in the eyes of his colleagues. His strong will and moving spirit were so impressive that even the hot-tempered editor-in-chief, Perry, didn't say anything to criticize the manuscript Clark submitted.

Seeing that Clark was alright, Louise raised an eyebrow, asked no further questions, and left directly, heading towards the stairs.

Watching her hurried steps, Clark's blue eyes, hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, flickered.

Jimmy, always eager for a good show, peeked out from the seat next to him: "Hmm? Didn't Louise just finish following the last report? Why is she in such a hurry? Has she found another news story?"

"I can only say, as expected of Louise—" Jimmy said with some emotion.

At the same time, Jimmy suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Clark, last night was really dangerous. I never expected that green cross sword would fall down—"

"Sorry, Jimmy," Clark said, getting up. "I need to go to the restroom. We'll talk later."

After saying that, Clark left with a pace almost as hurried as Louise's.

Jimmy watched this scene, a question mark slowly appearing on his forehead.

What's wrong with Louise and Clark today? Something seems off about them.

I have this strange feeling that the two of them have been keeping a huge, earth-shattering secret from me.

Jimmy Olsen was lost in thought at that moment.

Clark really had to leave quickly; he wouldn't be able to chat with Jimmy for long.

After Louise left, he used his X-ray vision to watch her walk uphill, heading straight for the top floor of the Daily Planet, and then seemed to start testing the communicator.

So, in order for Superman to be present later, he had to make an excuse to slip away first.

Clark, having successfully disguised himself in the bathroom and slipped out of the window, transformed into an almost invisible phantom and rapidly ascended, soon reaching a height in the sky beyond the reach of normal people.

The communicator that had been worn in her ear also began to play Louise's voice.

Louise: "Test, test, Louise is online, can everyone hear me?"

Clark quickly replied, "Superman online—I heard you perfectly."

The third reply was from Wonder Woman: "Wonder Woman is online—just like Superman."

As for the fourth reply, Clark could actually guess what Landon would say after he went online.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, Langdon's voice came through the channel: "Hmm."

The other three:

Well, it's a bit out of place, but at least Landon is online.

Once the four of them were all present, Louise recounted the information she had received from Lex Luther when she went to Lex Tower with Langdon that morning.

"So, a group of religious people with unclear beliefs have their eyes on the trophy," Superman said. "That makes a lot of sense, after all, Wonder Woman said that the trophy has a divine aura—maybe it's related to that religious group's beliefs?"

"If that's the case," Wonder Woman's tone became somewhat grave, "the god they worship is most likely not some benevolent and compassionate deity—"

"After all, these believers are willing to disregard the lives of others for a dead object," Louise sneered. "I'm afraid their object of worship isn't all that great."

"Unfortunately, we don't have much information about that religious group yet," Louise added. "But don't worry, I'll find a way to investigate."

"What we need to worry about more now is the group of Metropolitan villains who are being hired—"

"After all, many of them are capable of doing anything for money."

Superman: "Should we be glad that there are still quite a few villains in Metropolis locked up in prison? Otherwise, we might be facing even more trouble."

"No, you should be most thankful that Luther doesn't care about those two million dollars at all, so he won't get involved in this," Louise said.

Superman: "————" It seems that's really true.

Wonder Woman chuckled and said, "You two are having a very interesting time together."

"And don't worry," she said calmly, "I'll keep the trophy safe."

"We all believe in you, heroine." Louise's tone softened a bit. "Oh, and about that mechanical device that made my car malfunction last night."

"Since it's a product of Lex Industries, Luther agreed to help with the investigation. As for when we'll get the results, that depends on the efficiency of the Lex Group."

At this point, Louise took the lead in finalizing the next steps.

That is, to remain inactive until Lexcorp responds, observe how the religious group and the villains they employ plan to act, and then respond accordingly based on their actions.

Of course, Langdon was not among those discussing the topic; he would simply reply with a "hmm" to indicate that he had read everyone's messages in the channel.

However, please allow Jaeger to make a defense: he is not just making excuses.

Rather, it was because while he was in the meeting, Poison Mist was also busy dealing with the matters that Jaeger had just assigned him.

Contacting the hired villains is actually quite troublesome, so let's leave that aside for now.

However, the bounty offered for information posted by the poisonous fog on certain special websites accessible only to industry insiders quickly received responses from several highly efficient information brokers.

"Langdon, now we know the name of that religious group," Poison Mist said. "They call themselves—The Gatekeepers."