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

Chapter 30 Trouble, Ms.
"Don't worry, Mr. Jack."

In the manor's office, Luther leaned forward and crossed his hands, as if a prehistoric crocodile finally showed its bloody mouth, and sneered, "A wonderful new life is waiting for you."

"My...my name is Nixon."

"That is in the past, I will give you a new identity, surname Jack, what is your name?
Baker?Benson? Let's call him Johnson. "

His tone was as if he was deciding what to eat for lunch today, wantonly weaving the rest of his life, Nixon fell into an abyss, and his spine felt chills.

"What profession? Hitman, drug dealer, gangster or terrorist?"

All of them will inevitably bear the identity of being wanted in a murder case.

"Listen, I can give you the money back."

He swallowed, and quickly put the bag on the table.

Family, work, friends... He couldn't accept everything he built in the first half of his life, and everything left him.

"Is this how my money started?"

Luther raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Nixon hurriedly took out the money from the bag with trembling hands and feet, put the piles back to their original positions, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked nervously and fearfully at a devil who could decide his life and death with a single word. Ser, showing an ugly smile.

"Mr. Luther..."

"You think you can blackmail me?

Do you think I am a pampered young master who needs to be protected by Lao Tzu? "

Luther stood up slowly and forcefully, looking like a ghost who wanted to choose someone to eat. His voice suddenly became louder, making Nixon tremble all over, and almost knelt down in fright.

"You are not the first person to think so, and the person I made him disappear has never appeared again!
What kind of people do you think dominate this country! "

"Lu... Mr. Luthor, what do you think of me?"

As if facing a shocking wave that would slap him down at any time and turn him into a pulp, Nixon was terrified and begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

"You can be regarded as a leader among the reporters of the metropolis. I am not as good as you in the bottom-level news channels. I want you to secretly investigate some things for me!"

"You...please tell me."

"There is a family named Kent who runs a farm in this small town."

Luther turned around and opened the curtains, and the light came in, but it couldn't see through his dark eyes.

"I want their information, every detail!"

"I will."

Nixon hurriedly nodded and agreed: "I will definitely take care of it for you."

"and also……"

"What else, Mr. Luther?" Seeing Luther turning his head, he quickly lowered his head like a loyal servant.

"It's a magical town."

The corners of Luther's mouth curled up, and he looked out at the manor again, and said softly.

"Although I have only been here for a few days, I have seen a corner of her mysterious veil, and I can't help but dream about it."

First there was Clark, who was knocked off a bridge by a sports car traveling at [-] yards an hour, but survived unscathed and saved his life.

Followed by a female high school student who does not know how to transform into him to rob a bank.

And all kinds of strange things in the small town that he just saw on the Internet.

"I want to know everything about her mystery!"

"You will, Mr. Luther."

After dismissing the reporter who had just been accepted as a dog by him, Luther watched him drive away, took a sip of wine slowly, and murmured with a low smile.

"Thank you, Nickerson.

It's a good thing it was a stupid and cowardly person like you who discovered one of my loopholes ahead of time, and not someone else who was more troublesome.

And just when I was short of manpower, you came to my door. "

……

"What are your names, gentlemen?"

In the nursing home, Cassandra, with white eyes and gray hair, smiled kindly.

"My name is Clark." "David Kent."

Clark announced his name first, and David also spoke.

"Brother Kent?

Come sit down. "

The gentle old lady pointed to the bed not far in front of her eyes.

"Ma'am, I heard that you can predict the future?"

The two sat down, and Clark glanced at his younger brother, believing that he had the same thought as himself after encountering several capable people in a row, turned his head and hesitated, and couldn't help asking: "Is it true? "

Who wouldn't be curious about the future.

Especially knowing that this future prediction may not be fake.

"The first time it happened, I thought it was a curse, a hallucination.

As long as there is physical contact with people, fragments of uncontrollable events will appear before the eyes. "

Cassandra laughed.

"I later found out that it was a gift from God to make up for me."

Clark was surprised.

The old lady in front of her didn't seem to care about hiding her ability at all, she casually told the person she met for the first time.

He began to have some doubts, is the other party really capable?

Only liars can't wait to show themselves and talk freely.

However, what happened to Pete just now proved something magical.

"Clark, stop thinking about faux pas."

Unlike Clark, David confirmed that most of the other party can really predict the future, and said slowly.

"I think when you reach Ms. Cassandra's age, you will treat some things indifferently."

Looking carefully again, the old lady really gave off a feeling of indifference after years, Clark suddenly realized, and apologized quickly.

"Sorry, Ms. Cassandra."

"It's okay." The old woman smiled indifferently.

"When was your first foreknowledge?"

Clark has always had a guess that all the weird things in the town seem to happen after the meteorite rain.

He has a very strong hunch whether those ability users are related to the meteorite, but there is no evidence to be sure.

"One morning, I woke up as usual, and then the meteorite fell and hit the wheat field in front of my house. The doctor judged that the flash burned my optic nerve and changed my life in a short moment."

"Sorry." Looking at the old woman who calmly recounted the past, Clark looked unnatural and his voice was dull.

The meteorite rain came with him, and it was he who brought the disaster and changed the lives of many people.

"It's not your fault, kid."

Cassandra thought he was sorry for letting himself mention the blindness, and laughed.

"Kindness is a good thing."

Seeing Clark with guilt in his eyes, David pointed out: "But there are some things in the world that are beyond your control, my brother."

He was sent to the earth by force, he didn't choose to come to the earth by himself, don't keep taking the burden on yourself.

Being comforted by his younger brother, Clark felt a little better.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled, how could his younger brother comfort himself in such a small emotion for the first time.

"Since then, I can no longer see the present in front of me, but I can see the future of others."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand in a gentle voice.

"Would you like to try it, kid?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Clark hesitated, whether activating that ability would consume energy or something.

I came here as a volunteer to accompany the elderly to study, not to let the elderly help me answer questions about the future.

At the same time, outside the room, a tall and beautiful black-haired figure walked silently, like a hunter who was good at sneaking in the jungle, quietly came to the door, with his back against the wall, listening inside.

"Occasionally glimpses of the light can only be in the future of others."

David mused.

"That's why you often help people predict the future and give advice, Ms. Cassandra?"

It can be seen that this old lady is inexplicably active in helping people foresee the future.

"Son, you're smart."

Cassandra nodded approvingly in his direction.

"The world is so beautiful, colorful, white as cotton clouds, beautiful greenery, blue sky.

Light is better than darkness, especially for a man who once had sight. "

She said in a nostalgic tone.

Hearing this, Clark no longer hesitated, and stretched out his hand to the kind and blind old woman in front of him.

"Trouble, ma'am."

　The update is a bit late, and I wrote four or five hundred words more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)