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

Chapter 8 I'm Overthinking (3k)

A bar with bright lights and lively lights.

After escaping from the house, Clark walks in. Unable to accept the reality, he now wants to get drunk and forget everything.

I heard people say that you can think about nothing when you are drunk.

"You just, state law says you can't sell you hard liquor."

The bartender glanced at Clark's ID, raised his eyes and asked, "Would you like a beer?"

"As long as it's wine."

Withdrawing his ID card, Clark, who was in a daze, urged the bartender to bring it up quickly.

On the dance floor, men and women danced with enthusiasm, and someone in the booth was excitedly playing drinking games.

All the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him. Clark only felt lost and lonely, like a lone wolf lost with a pack of wolves.

Unspeakable pain filled my heart.

"Is everything fake?"

Recall the scenes of life with parents and younger brother in the past.

He never belonged to that family, and he didn't even belong to this planet where he grew up.

When he was a child, Clark wondered why other people couldn't lift the truck and would be injured if he fell from several small buildings. His parents and younger brother were also different from him. Now he has the answer.

Because he has no blood relationship with his father and younger brother.

"I'm just an alien monster picked up by my parents."

Beside the dimly lit bar, Clark's eyes were red, and he looked absently at the name of Clark Kent on the ID card.

His surname is not Kent at all, and his name shouldn't even be in this form. It should have a name that is weird to people on Earth.

There are billions of people on the earth, none of them are his kindred, and no one is his hometown...

"why?"

Clark clenched his fists angrily, emotionally and extremely unstable. Is this God's fooling him?
Why is he not from Earth, why can't he be a relative who is connected by blood with his parents and younger brother.

How much he wished that everything his father told him today was false, that he could still taste the apple pie carefully made by his mother when he wakes up tomorrow morning, still go to school with his younger brother bickering on the school bus, and come back to help his father with some farm work on the farm, The days are flat and full.

"Why should my life suddenly be broken."

Suddenly told him the bad news, how would he go back to that home again, and enjoy his parents' love for him with peace of mind.

The confused and angry Clark suddenly had the urge to throw a punch to break the vent.

at this time.

"Clark!"

A hand clapped his shoulder.

"It's really you."

Clark turned his head and looked, Whitney and several team members were holding beer in their hands, with unfriendly smiles on their faces, as if they saw the hounds of a weak rabbit, and surrounded him faintly.

"Clark, why are you drinking alone here?"

Whitney held the beer in one hand and wrapped his arms around Clark's neck, as if very intimate, but secretly exerted force with his arms.

"Whitney, don't bother me now."

To his surprise, Clark, whose neck should have been pinched so painfully, remained motionless, his body seemed to be made of steel, and he opened Whitney's hand.

Although someone came up to provoke him just as he wanted to vent something, the future Superman, who has been well taught by the Jonathan couple for more than ten years and has a kind heart in his heart, resisted not fighting back.

"I have good news for you, Clark."

Whitney was staggered, and the beer in his hand dangled and spilled on the ground. He was very angry because he felt ashamed in front of everyone.

"I decided that this year's scarecrow is you!"

His eyes signaled several football players to put down their beers together, and they were about to take Clark away by force.

"I said, don't mess with me!"

The loud rock music in the bar pierced into his ears, and Clark stood up and grabbed Whitney by the collar, with anger in his eyes, and he almost couldn't help wanting to make a move.

But suddenly, Whitney's collar was ripped open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.

Radiation of kryptonite enveloped him.

"what……"

Clark lost his divine power rapidly, and his expression was painful. The hand close to the kryptonite and even the abnormal protrusion of blood vessels turned green, as if poisoned.

In the flickering light, Whitney didn't notice this, punched the weak man to the ground, and straightened his clothes contemptuously.

"So what if I mess with you, Clark."

He squatted down and grabbed Clark instead, his voice was low with jealousy and ferocity.

"I've noticed the way you look at my girlfriend, I know what you're thinking.

Whose girlfriend do you think she is? "

The high school football game is coming soon, Lana gave her boyfriend the meteorite crystal necklace that she had worn since she was a child, hoping to put her heart on it, so as to bless him to overcome all obstacles in the game, win the championship, and be discovered by scouts.

As a result, Clark once again tasted the power of kryptonite.

"You really want her necklace?"

Noticing that the uncomfortable Clark had been staring at the necklace around his neck, thinking that he was jealous and sour, Whitney sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him severely.

"Then I'll give it to you, you can only get so close to Lana."

"Take him away."

He stood up to greet some football players, and took Clark, who was in more pain, through the back door.

There are too many people here, and Whitney is going to take Clark to a remote cornfield and teach him a lesson.

"I will let you know how to put away your wishful thinking!"

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to have no emotional fluctuations came.

"Where are you taking Clark, Whitney?"

"David?"

Seeing a figure walking slowly with his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket, Whitney was a little surprised and then sneered.

"Since you took the initiative to send it to your door, I will take you with me."

Let Clark watch how he implicated his brother with thoughts he shouldn't have.

David's face was unmoved, as if he didn't hear what he was going to do.

"David go."

Clark, who was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand still, was held up in embarrassment. Seeing his younger brother holding back the pain, he quickly shouted, "You can't beat them."

Whitney had a party of five, each of whom was a strong varsity football player, and he didn't want to see his brother being bullied.

[Eagerness +18 from Clark, Regret +13,...]

"I originally thought that you might not be able to bear what happened today, so you fell down and took another path, causing some troubles for your family."

Ignoring Whitney and the others, David looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said slowly.

"Now it seems I was overthinking, Clark."

Even facing a few high school students holding kryptonite, they can actually be deflated.

"superior."

Whitney couldn't help being annoyed at the way he ignored her.

"Let him see how good you are."

Two tall, muscular rugby players with fierce faces rushed up like wolves and tigers on the left and right, and punched them.

The movement at the bar finally attracted the attention of some people. Many people looked over and clapped and booed. Watching the excitement is no big deal.

"Okay, hit!"

In a place like a bar, fights always happen frequently.

David stood on the spot, swaying his body to avoid the fist of the first person to hit him first, and the backhand hit was as fast as lightning.

Bang!
The football player's eyes were bulging, his face was as red as a boiled lobster, and he knelt down while clutching his stomach in pain, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

The other rushed up with his fists raised, and David turned his elbows neatly. He seemed to have been hit in the head by a baseball bat, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably and passed out.

"Oh!"

In less than two seconds, the two opponents were eliminated in an instant. Some people in the bar jumped in surprise and applauded.

"Pretty!"

This young man is so powerful, is he a professional fighter?

[Shock from Clark +8, Stunning +9...]

David ignored the emotional reminders that he often omitted, and Whitney froze in place, looking at the two players who were beaten to the ground in disbelief.

"you……"

Clark was even more surprised. He never knew that his brother had this side.

"Go together."

Whitney rushed at David with the two players who threw Clark to the ground.

Bang bang bang!
David's steps fluttered lightly like a butterfly, and the three of them didn't touch a piece of his clothes. His fists were as powerful as a bee's sting, and he knocked them down easily and neatly with three punches while walking in the courtyard.

The three fell to the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"impossible."

Whitney clutched his painful chest, his ribs seemed to be broken, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up and rush to David again.

He's just a guy who doesn't dare to participate in any activities on campus!

"Lie down, Whitney,"

As soon as he got up, David kicked him like an adult bullying a child, casually passed him who couldn't get up again, and walked towards Clark.

"Just push too hard and skin tone will show.

But to deal with these few people, it is not necessary to use more than ordinary people's strength. "

The onlookers at the bar saw him coming, and they all backed away to make way for him if they didn't want to cause trouble.

Can retired Navy SEALs be this good?
"Where did you learn to fight? Dai... David."

Kryptonites exposed to kryptonite for a long time may even be life-threatening. The blue blood vessels on Clark's neck burst out abnormally, his face was pale, and he asked in amazement while enduring the pain.

He never knew that his younger brother had such powerful fighting skills.

"On TV."

David replied lightly, tearing off the necklace around his neck.

"On... the TV?"

Clark didn't expect such an answer. Seeing that his brother was fine, he finally stopped holding on, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Putting the necklace into his trouser pocket, David lifted the tall Clark with ease, turned and left the bar, and everyone gave way.

Even if a fight affected the business, the owner of the bar did not dare to ask David to stay.

Go some distance.

Under the cold moonlight, I came to the deserted road.

Clark on David's shoulders woke up dazedly, realizing that this was the way home, and struggling.

"Put me down, David, I'm not going back!"

　There is something at home, I owe a thousand words, and I will make it up later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)