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

Chapter 40 The Sold Kent Farm
In the video, Franzis, who was tied to a chair, confessed the crimes he committed in the past.

"Frequently helping gangsters sell whistleblower information, murdering colleagues who have conflicts with him, planting obstacles to promotion in the police station, threatening people to steal various business secrets... The crimes he committed are enough for him to be shot five or six times."

Finally, there's the idea of ​​Fran's desire to control Clark in the video.

"If Clark is disobedient, I will give him a little color, such as getting a corpse and a black gun, hiding it in the barn, planting your father for murder, and putting your father in prison, then I will really have you The handle of the family."

There was a trembling voice in the video, although Fran explained it full of fear.

But Clark could still hear the sinister calculation that sent chills down the spine.

Perhaps my brother was right, he was naive enough to take a chance.

"I did this wrong."

After the video was played, Clark's face was slightly ugly, after admitting his mistake to his brother.

He looked into David's eyes carefully, his face full of concern.

"But you shouldn't kill, brother.

Before you even finish high school, you can beat people into vegetative states, torture confessions, kill people, and dispose of corpses without blinking an eye.

I'm really a little scared. "

Strictly speaking, his younger brother David is still underage, but many things he does are enough to make many adults shudder.

Future Superman Clark is more worried about David's future than someone being killed.

[Worries from Clark +35...]

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"What do you think of those soldiers who killed people in the defense battle?"

David said.

"Are they uncontrolled, evil-minded murderers?"

"of course not."

Clark said, how could it be a crime to defend the country.

"Then leave me alone."

Throwing a word, David turned and left.

"I am protecting this home from all troubles and destruction from outside!"

Looking at the back of his brother leaving, Clark opened his mouth, wanting to argue without words.

If my younger brother keeps like this, he won’t be worried, but he’s afraid that when some things develop, you don’t care about them and stop them. When the outcome of things is already doomed and you want to change it, you will be powerless to do it.

"David crossed the line of murder today, and he seemed to have no psychological burden, as if he crushed a bug and did a trivial thing."

Clark couldn't help but feel worried, which reminded him of the images of predicting the future in Ms. Cassandra.

If those pictures were true, the future David obviously didn't limit his strength to protecting this home.

……

Overcast clouds covered the sky, and cold rain fell on the glass.

Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center, the top floor of a building with clean and bright windows.

A meticulously groomed man in a suit and tie had his hair combed back, with a fighter-like tenacity hidden between his brows, and he looked solemnly at the crowd coming and going with umbrellas outside.

"The scenery here is really nice."

A friendly voice came, and a brown-haired man in a black coat walked into the office and took off his leather gloves.

There was a smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Good morning, Mr. Rickman, you are very welcome."

Paul seemed to be a soldier preparing to face a tough battle, he turned around slowly, his voice was serious and polite.

"Director Paul called me here, is there anything I can contribute to the Environmental Protection Center?"

He sat down unceremoniously across the table, twisted his body, and seemed a little disgusted that the chair was not comfortable enough. Rickman, who is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, looked up and smiled.

"I heard that your company is doing some research in the small town of Smallville and is planning to acquire several farms.

Does your company have any plans? "

He also sat down in his own seat, looked straight into the other's eyes and got straight to the point.

"My plan is to build a huge factory and create some workers and taxes for our dear metropolis."

Rickman spread his hands.

Without saying a word, Paul took out a bottle of water sample from the cabinet, put it on the table, and stared at him.

"what is this?"

"The groundwater samples taken from the site of a factory you recently built have more parameters that exceeded the standard than the factory under your name." He said sharply.

"The relationship between Rickman Enterprises and the Environmental Center has been excellent, Paul."

Rickman didn't even look at it, and pointed to the corner of the room with a smile.

"Did you know? The water dispenser in your room is actually sponsored by my company. I had dinner with some of your colleagues just two days ago."

"Not everyone is bought with money.

Tomorrow I will issue a restraining order with my men to prevent your company from approaching that town. "

He stood up, with a look of unyielding in his eyes, and supported the table with both hands.

"Listen to me, everyone is good, otherwise..."

Rickman also stood up, with a smile on his face, and a fearful coldness in his eyes.

"I have studied the pesticide factory under your company's name. It seems that there are a lot of cases of employee poisoning suing you, although you have suppressed them all."

Paul took out a thick folder and confronted him fearlessly.

"I have contacted several people and have decided to re-prosecute you.

Next, Mr. Rickman may be too busy to do anything else. "

His eyes suddenly became more gloomy, and after a few seconds, Rickman suddenly smiled and shook his head helplessly.

"You really got me right, Paul."

He put his hand on Paul's shoulder, and his palm seemed to touch the back of his neck inadvertently, making physical contact with him.

Paul's eyes and pupils became slack for a while, and then returned to normal. When he looked at the business elite in front of him again, he felt extremely close and admiring, and suddenly felt extremely regretful.

How could he be so rude to Mr. Rickman who keeps donating things to the environmental center.

"I'm sorry, sir, just now I..."

"It's okay, Director Paul."

With a gentle smile on Rickman's face, he hugged him and came to the window, as if treating an old friend.

"I admire your fighting spirit very much, but I have never bought anyone with money."

"You are right, sir, I shouldn't doubt your Gao Jie."

"Look at the buildings and buildings outside. You have contributed so much enthusiasm to your work to ensure people's safe and environmentally friendly life, but do you own any place?"

"No, sir. My wife and child are still renting an apartment for the time being." As if recalling sad things, Paul had a trace of sadness on his brows.

Shaking his head, Rickman seemed to have sincere pity on his face.

"What's the point of living in such a day?

Think about it, Mr. Paul. "

Patting the confused Paul on the shoulder, he turned and left.

After a while, in the first floor lobby of the Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center, Rickman, who looked like a successful person, walked to the door.

Bang!
A figure leaped down from the upstairs, smashed the taxi at the door, and fell into a puddle of flesh.

"Taylor, I heard there are some stubborn farmers who won't sell their land?"

He withdrew his cold gaze and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Prepare the car, go to the town, I'll talk to them."

……

The golden sunlight at noon shines through the glass into the room.

David and Clark opened the door and went home without any smell of lunch.

The atmosphere is dull and depressing.

"Dad, Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Walking into the house, David was surprised.

In the living room, his father, Jonathan, sat at the dining table sadly, and his mother, Martha, stood aside angrily, as if there had been an unprecedented quarrel just now, and no one paid any attention to the other.

This kind of situation has rarely been seen in this warm little home in the past ten years.

"What's this, Dad?"

Seeing his parents quarreling, Clark was puzzled and worried, and pointed to the few documents that Jonathan was looking at over and over again.

"It's your father's contract to sell our farm and house."

When this incident was mentioned, Martha couldn't help being angry, her eyes turned red and she accused her husband.

"How can you not discuss with me first, who told me that this land is our family heirloom, who told me that we will live here forever!"

"what?"

The two brothers were astonished.

They were fine in the morning, but when they just came back from school at noon, their house and land disappeared in a blink of an eye?

David frowned, took a step closer, and confirmed it in disbelief.

"Father, did you really sell our Kent Farm and Kent House?"

　The update is a bit late, I wrote [-] more words, please read it later (ω`)
　　
　
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