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

Chapter 6 Son, It's Time
Lex Luthor, one of Superman's rivals in life.

After discovering Superman, he worked hard to free the world from the "threat" of Superman. According to his opinion, Superman put human beings in the cradle of comfort, did not give human beings a chance to grow in the face of crisis, and weakened human race potential.

Clark failed to save anyone yesterday, and young Lex Luthor fell into the river and probably died.

But he personally saved one of his greatest enemies in the future.

"Clark, as long as you're happy."

David spread his hands.

"Of course I'm happy."

Clark smiled and said, "Mom, where are the keys to this car?"

"David, do you want to go for a drive with me?" He turned to his younger brother and said, the depression these days has also eased a little.

Can't wait to drive this car. It's his first car in his life. Given his family's financial situation, he thought he could get it after he got a job.

"Clark..." Martha hesitated, "Your father has the key."

rumbling.

Beside the grass cutter, Jonathan is busy processing the hay on the farm.

"dad……"

Clark happily pulled David to the side, wanting to ask for the key.

The young superman opened his mouth, and Jonathan stopped the grass shredder, his face darkened, and he said seriously: "I know you want it very much, but you can't take it."

He was still thinking about the way Lex Luthor looked at the smashed car that was fished out of the river yesterday, and turned to the unscathed Clark. He was surprised and puzzled, as if he saw a miracle that was contrary to common sense and should not exist. The expression on his face reveals a faint desire to explore and trace.

It's like an ambitious business owner discovering a unique new project.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he has a bad premonition.

"Why? I saved him." Clark was puzzled.

"That doesn't mean you can accept an expensive thank you with peace of mind."

"Here's your new car, Dad. I can drive the old one."

"It has nothing to do with this." Seeing the displeasure on his son's face, Jonathan said quickly.

"A pickup truck, it's nothing to the Lex family."

David agreed with Clark's words.

The Luthor Group is one of the world's well-known business groups. Even Smallville, a remote town close to the metropolis, has the Luthor family's fertilizer factory as a pillar industry. There are more than 2000 people working for the Lex family in the town. .

Clark saves Lex Luthor, and a pickup truck is hardly an expensive proposition for the life of a heir to an outrageously rich syndicate.

"Listen son, it's normal in life that we can't have everything we want."

Jonathan wanted to explain patiently.

"Normal? I'm done with normal!"

Clark's depression accumulated in the past few days, finally broke out and interrupted his father.

He obviously can do a lot, obviously he can not only just watch, obviously he can do the best no matter what he makes a move.

But in order to be normal, he had to hide himself, so he could only be an inconspicuous minion, standing by the playground with a sour heart, watching the person he had a crush on kissing passionately in other people's arms.

"Is this normal?"

Dodging his father's hand trying to grab his shoulder, he rushed to the mower angrily, turned on the machine, and amidst the deafening hum, he thrust his arm into the constantly working guillotine.

Kaka!

"Father, tell me!"

Like encountering an indestructible high-density alloy, the guillotine rolled its blade, the gears collapsed, and the grass shredder stopped working after a burst of black smoke.

"Clark!"

Even knowing that his son was made of iron and steel, Jonathan still screamed, and hurried up to pull out his son's arm from the inside with great difficulty.

Only the clothes were shredded, and there was not even a red mark on Clark's arm.

"Knowing that you are amazing, Clark, have you ever thought that repairing the lawn mower requires money?"

Looking at Clark, who was in his adolescence, David made a joke.

He let out for a while, and only the result of the lawnmower being injured was achieved.

"Father, did you see that?

I was born anomalous. "Hearing what his younger brother said, Clark was even more annoyed, his voice was agitated, and he couldn't accept his situation.

Mother Martha hurried over when she heard the movement, saw this scene, guessed what happened, and looked at each other sadly with her husband Jonathan.

"Perhaps it is time, son."

Jonathan sighed, and wearily took off his work gloves.

"That day will come."

"What?" Clark suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Come with me." He turned and plodded, letting Clark follow.

Then he glanced at his youngest son and hesitated for a moment. "David, you are also together. As a member of this family, you also have the right to know the truth."

Although David is his and Martha's biological son, Clark is just a baby from an alien, who is of a different race from the couple.

But the kind-hearted Jonathan and Martha have never treated them differently, and they are both his sons in his heart.

"I know that some things cannot be kept from you forever, especially after discovering that you, Clark, are born extraordinary and possess unimaginable power."

……

In an old car repair shop.

A blond-haired, muscular worker stood beside the car and reached into the car to twist the key, listening to the dynamic death rock.

The dashboard lights up, the engine starts successfully, and the gum-chewing worker smiles smugly and closes the hood of the car in front.

Just about to take a break, the worker suddenly found a thin figure standing there like a ghost in the shadow of the store door.

"Damn it, you're going to scare me to death!"

Cursing in a low voice, the worker suddenly felt that the person in the shadow looked familiar.

"Do I know you?"

He squinted to recognize the person coming, and walked up.

"You look like that scarecrow. What's your name? It's called... Jeremy?"

The black-haired, thin Jeremy, with sunken cheeks like a skeleton, looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"I heard that you injured your head in that meteorite rain and fell into a coma..."

As he said that, the former Smallville High School football player wiped the other's clothes contemptuously with his oily hands.

"Finally willing to leave the hospital bed?

Look at your small body..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strong electric current shot out from Jeremy's shoulder at the point of contact.

A burnt smell spread in the air.

The worker flew upside down three or four meters away, knocked over a tool rack, and fell heavily to the ground.

"monster!"

He raised his hand, which was scorched black and painful from the electric shock, and stepped back with a big change in his face.

"Listen, that was more than ten years ago!"

The worker immediately realized why the other party appeared here, and wanted to dispel his idea of ​​revenge, and cried out in pain.

"That's just a game!"

"game?"

(End of this chapter)