I, the younger brother of Superman, got the Thanos template

Chapter 29 Let's Live Honestly From Now On, Luthor
In bright sunlight.

By the quiet lake near the forest, all that was left after last night's partying was a mess.

Bang!
A hand suddenly broke through the thick ice, like a zombie hand that broke through the ground in a terrible legend and stretched out from the lake.

The skin is icy blue like a corpse frozen to death by ice and snow.

A figure crawled out of the lake and staggered to the river bank.

His body was wet and shivering non-stop, like a person who fell into a icy lake and climbed out. It was very normal, except that he had been lying in the lake all night.

Shi En's eyebrows were covered with icicles, and he sat on the ground shivering, lighting a bonfire with an abandoned lighter.

He stretched out his frozen hands to warm himself by the fire.

But the flames containing astonishing heat were absorbed by the space, and the freshly lit firewood turned into an ice pile.

The thick ice cold on his body was dispelled, and the icy blue color of his skin faded.

As if becoming a living person again, Shi En couldn't believe it. Looking at his hands, his consciousness was slightly frozen, and his brain turned. It seemed that something incredible happened to him.

He clenched his fist, feeling that he had never been in such good condition, frighteningly strong.

After recovering his health, he was ready to go home, but just as he walked out of the woods, the extremely cold came again.

Icicles formed on his eyebrows, Shi En tremblingly waved to the passing cars for help.

laugh.

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

The car stopped, and an old man got off. He just supported him with concern, and his body froze.

In the next moment, his body heat was sucked away like a tide, and his whole body turned into an ice sculpture, which smashed straight onto the hard road and shattered into bloody ice slag.

Shi En's cold condition improved, and at the same time, his whole body became stronger, and he stretched out his hand to lift the car as easily as a plastic toy.

He realized something in an instant, looked towards a certain direction of the town, like a greedy gold digger who just picked up a piece of alluvial gold and raised his eyes to see a mountain of gold, with unprecedented excitement and fiery look in his eyes, he couldn't help swallowing.

There is - a thermal power station!

……

snapping.

The heavy curtains made of woolen wool were drawn to block the sunlight outside.

A fire burned quietly in the fireplace.

Luther took a sip of whiskey, his throat felt like it was on fire, but there was no movement on his face.

He browsed the old news on the computer and the posts on the forum by the townspeople as usual.

On a nearby table are stacks of dollars.

咔

The door was opened by the servant.

A middle-aged man in a windbreaker walked in, with shrewd eyes flashing from time to time, his hair was slightly bald, giving off a shrewd and capable look.

With a kraft paper file bag in his hand, he patted his thigh leisurely.

"Mr. Luthor, are you ready for the money I want?"

"Roger Nixon, if I remember correctly."

Luther stood up slowly, poured a glass of transparent brown wine into the wine glass, picked up the glass and handed it to him, and said with a smile.

"Reporter for the Metropolitan Inquirer? You said you had something you wanted to show me."

"That photo sent our sales skyrocketing."

Nixon took out a newspaper from his portfolio.

The eye-catching printed photos in the center of the newspaper, the scene of Lex Luthor holding a pistol at the door of the bank, just grabbing the money and rushing out of the door.

"It's already in the past."

Luther chuckled: "I think Mr. Nixon, as a reporter, will not be ignorant of the latest developments in the bank robbery."

"The way news is, it can easily become outdated.

It is very difficult to make your own articles occupy the headlines from time to time. "

Nick shook his head.

"Mr. Luthor, have you ever dug potatoes?"

Before Luther could answer, he stared into Luther's eyes, as if he had firmly controlled the situation, and smiled triumphantly.

"I imagine that a son like you who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth should not be aware that when digging potatoes, one can easily bring out a bunch."

Nixon raised the document bag in his hand and handed it over, as if sighing.

"It's so thick, it's almost as thick as a wad of banknotes, and it's all about your criminal record when you were a minor. It's amazing."

"It seems that Mr. Reporter didn't lie to me on the phone. He really knows something about my wild youth."

After taking over the file and flipping through it, Luther's voice was low and a smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Nixon."

"Thank you?" Nixon was puzzled, thank him for what, to blackmail?
"This place is full of destroyed electronic records and sealed files. How did Mr. Reporter find them?"

He walked back to the desk, sat down slowly and asked.

"It is conceivable that your father must have spent a lot of money to cover up these files.

I'm not as rich as your father, but luckily it doesn't cost much to pay the warden of a file ward with dusty shelves. "

Nixon sneered, and thanked the watchman who was bored and liked to browse through the files, and gave him a windfall.

"Think about these things, and what would happen if they were published.

It was just discovered that the heir to the Luthor Group who was wronged was actually full of bad deeds when he was young, and robbing a bank was nothing at all. "

"In my experience as a reporter, people just like a twist and a twist."

He put down his wine glass, shrugged his shoulders, secretly glanced at the brand new one hundred thousand dollars on the table with the aroma of ink, and talked freely.

"This must have some impact on the stock price of Luthor Group!"

"Mr. Nixon, the money is yours."

Luther smiled unhurriedly and took out a black cloth bag from under the table.

"Mr. Luthor, are you also responsible for providing the bag?"

Nixon was a little surprised, and put the wads of money on the table into his bag.

"You must be feeling fine now."

Watching him pack up the money he extorted from himself, Luther was in no hurry.

"It feels good to have won against the famous Luther and his son."

After packing the money, he threw down a sentence in a tone similar to that of an adult teaching a child, and turned away with a smile, his hand was about to touch the doorknob.

"What I'm giving you is the only copy, live an honest life in the future, Lex Luthor."

"If you walk out of this door now, I guarantee that you will evaporate in this world immediately."

Luther put down his wine glass, smiled and said something creepy.

"What are you going to do, kill me for this little money?"

Nixon turned around and asked in disdain.

"Come to blackmail a billionaire heir, do you think I will be unprepared?"

If he doesn't go back on time, the mailbox will automatically report to the major newspapers, and is one hundred thousand dollars worth Luthor's murder?

He was not greedy, and only asked for a small amount.

"No, you'll be fine.

But there is no evidence of your existence in the world anymore. ’ He shook his head.

"what are you saying?"

"Driver's licenses, passports, bank accounts and even tax records, they're all gone."

Continuing to browse the news on the computer, Luthor spoke casually, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"One phone call, and there is no evidence that you have lived."

"Mr. Luthor, are you trying to scare me?"

"Call the bank to see if your account is still there."

Seeing a person who doubted the common sense of the world like the sun rising every day, Luther looked up at him.

"If your phone number is still there."

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but Nixon couldn't make a call after several attempts.

Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, his face becomes flustered, and his voice is tense and shrill.

"how did you do that?"

(End of this chapter)