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

Chapter 9 I'm here for you, Clark

After Clark and David left.

After being knocked down, Whitney and several football players struggled to get up after a while.

Several people beat one of them without even touching his clothes. The crowd laughed, and they helped each other to leave in embarrassment.

Not long after the few of them left, a thin figure walked out of the bar and stared at the leaving people in baseball uniforms, with cold eyes.

"No hurry, there is plenty of time."

He murmured, returned to the bar and continued to drink slowly, his eyes occasionally glanced at a strong black man in the corner of the bar who was picking up girls, with no expression on his face, as if he was looking at a dead person.

The original plan cannot be disrupted.

As for those same bad school team high school students.

He remembered that tomorrow night was the spring dance at the small town high school.

"I've never caught anyone's attention at a ball before, but this time is different." Jeremy sneered.

He will be the brightest one at the dance.

……

"Put me down, David."

Clark woke up weakly, struggling to get off David's shoulders.

"I don't want to go back."

He hasn't figured out how to go back and face his parents.

"What, Clark wants to run away from home?"

David felt that there was a very simple solution to this matter, and there was no need for hypocritical back and forth.

He raised a hand knife.

Snapped!
Being slapped on the back of the neck, Clark looked back at his younger brother in doubt, not understanding what his younger brother was going to do.

"I'm running out of strength."

Seeing this, David smacked his lips.

Freed from the kryptonite radiation, Clark gradually began to recover despite the absence of sunlight.

Bang!
He made another hit.

The terrifying force was enough to smash the tank with a knife in one hand. The air wave spread for more than ten meters, like a strong wind, and the weeds on both sides of the road shook violently.

Clark rolled his eyes and passed out.

"It's done."

……

The complexion recovered on the dark road, and David carried the unconscious Clark back to the farm.

The couple in the house are still waiting for the two children to come back, the door of the house reveals warmth and light.

Before going in, he took out a green glowing kryptonite necklace and swung it around Clark's face, giving him a 'makeup'.

After being exposed to kryptonite radiation, Clark, who had almost recovered, became in a coma and his expression became painful again. His face was weak and pale, as if he was seriously ill.

After feeling that it was almost done, David put away the kryptonite with satisfaction.

"Kryptonians have to be exposed to kryptonite for at least a month or even a year before their lives are in danger."

No problem for a short time, especially since Clark is not your average Kryptonian.

"Of course, I'm doing this for your own good, Clark."

He is definitely not for any information to prompt the pain from Clark +3, +2 or the like.

David smiled, and walked in with Clark on his shoulders.

"My God, David, what's the matter with your brother?"

Seeing this scene, Martha covered her mouth in fright.

"Clark, why did you faint?"

Jonathan's expression was unbelievable. Clark was stronger than a cow when he was a child. He had never been sick or injured. It was the first time the couple saw him like this. His face was pale and he was unconscious.

"I don't know either. It seems that there is something wrong with Clark's super physique."

David said without blushing.

"Let him lie down quickly."

Taking Clark carefully from his youngest son's shoulders, Jonathan laid him flat on the couch.

Martha hurriedly poured a glass of water, came to the sofa, and anxiously called her son's name.

"Clark?"

The couple were a little flustered.

Because speaking of it, even though the two are middle-aged, they have never encountered a situation where their son was sick.

"Well."

Feeling a shaking, Clark woke up in a daze.

His parents surrounded him anxiously, with concern in their eyes that couldn't be resolved, and they were careful not to shake him hard.

"Father, mother..."

Returning to his warm and familiar home, looking at his parents surrounded by him, he felt a little dazed.

I almost forgot when white hair grew in my father's hair, his face became vicissitudes, and his body was no longer so strong. The corners of my mother's eyes were engraved with wrinkles and loose skin. Everything was pierced in his eyes like a knife.

I just remember that when I was young, I liked to ride on my father's neck and let him run around. I was not interested in the passing game that other fathers and sons liked to play, which made my father very helpless and could only play with David.

By the way, there was still a period of time when he liked to eat corn dogs, and he always pestered his mother to make them... Scenes from the past came before his eyes.

Clark's nose felt sore uncontrollably as if he had been hit by a punch. He had spent his parents' youth.

"My parents picked me up from the meteorite rain, raised me as hard as their own son, and even cared more about my psychology and emotions than they did for David.

Never asked for anything from me, never wanted anything from me. "

It's easy to take advantage of his abilities and package him as a promising teenage football or soccer star and make a lot of money without having to work on the farm all day, but the parents never did that.

"Even let me hide my ability all the time, just to protect me, but I'm still tired of it..."

"Clark, what's wrong with you?" The son remained in a daze for a long time, and Martha was even more anxious, fearing that something might happen to him.

"Mother!"

Clark's eyes were red, and he suddenly stood up full of guilt, and stretched out his arms to hug the couple who loved him the most in the world.

"I was wrong, Father.

No matter what my status is, it can't change the fact that I am your son. "

How stupid I was before, even though my parents didn't care about his identity, they gave him the best and the warmest love in the world like their own son for more than ten years.

But he struggled with this after learning the truth.

"As long as you come back, Clark."

The stone in Jonathan's heart fell, and a smile appeared on his face. He and Martha looked at each other in relief, and hugged their son.

"It seems that someone gave up and ran away from home?"

David, who was leaning against the door frame, clapped his hands with a slightly playful expression. Clark recalled that he was a little ashamed before, and said to his brother.

[Happiness from Clark +14, Gratitude +7, Shame +5...]

"You always see things better than I do, David."

Jonathan and Martha also admit this. The younger son is smart and mature, and he never has to worry about the couple.

"Clark, are you alright?"

The warm family atmosphere returned to the past, and Martha recalled her son's pale face just now, "Why are you acting like you're sick?"

"I'm fine, except for the back of my head... hiss!"

Clark touched the back of his head, as if he had been hit by a rocket falling from the sky, gasped in pain, and looked up at David suspiciously.

"David, you...?"

Was he made too weak by Lana's necklace?How could he be beaten so painfully by his brother?
shouldn't be...

"It seems that this one is a bit heavy."

A thought flashed through his mind, and David changed the subject calmly.

"Maybe Clark was injured by Whitney and the others."

"Injured? Clarke, were you beaten?"

Clark, who just wanted to ask David what was going on, was immediately questioned by Jonathan and Martha with confusion and concern. He couldn't find a chance to ask David again.

……

Under the starry sky, the farm has a huge warehouse for machinery and tools.

On the second floor, through the open-air window, Clark explained the ins and outs of the matter to his parents, and managed to reassure them that he was not harmed in any way.

At least not from Whitney and the others...

The breeze blows, and the wheat fields on the farm rustle, which makes people feel comfortable and peaceful, and everything is as it used to be.

Clark sat in front of the window, staring through the astronomical telescope at an unobstructed one kilometer away, with a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

In front of a house in the binoculars, a beautiful black-haired figure was sitting on the stair corridor, blowing the evening breeze, and writing an English report.

Most importantly, the green necklace was no longer around that figure's neck, which made him think about it...

Suddenly, in sight, a figure approached Lana's house surreptitiously. After taking a few photos of Lana behind the bushes, he put away his camera, deliberately shook the bushes, put down a gift box in a panic and shyly, turned and ran away.

Lana went over suspiciously and opened the gift box.

A few butterflies with colorful wings and green shimmering dust flew out, just like a scene in a fairy tale.

She covered her mouth in surprise and looked towards the street, trying to find the person who gave her the gift.

"A suitor?"

Clark felt a little sour in his heart, Lana's charm is really extraordinary.

He was going to see who the person who gave the gift was and if he recognized him.

"I remember someone asked my mother for three hundred dollars, saying that she was interested in astronomy?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and Clark was startled and turned around to look.

David walked up from the stairs slowly, with a strange and surprised expression.

"To be honest, when I first saw you looking out with this thing, I thought you were looking for your hometown lonely and sentimental among the stars after learning of your life experience."

"But the result..."

Looking at the astronomical telescope that was heading straight towards a certain house, he raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)