I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

On the other end of the phone, an older man with gray hair and the air of a successful business elite had a sharp glint in his eyes and said indifferently.

"Okay, sir."

"Let go of that lady!"

Suddenly a voice came.

The group of robbers, dressed in bulletproof vests and fully armed, quickly turned their heads to look, thinking it was the police who had realized something was wrong and chased after them to the rooftop. But instead, they saw a young man wearing a blue T-shirt.

The tall young man, with a physique resembling a Greek sculpture, stood upright in the sunlight, his carefully designed pose, intended to convey a sense of security, seemed somewhat clumsy, and a red cape fluttered in the wind behind him.

"Kid, which circus did you run away from?"

Seeing that he was not carrying any weapons, the leader wearing the monkey face was stunned for a moment, pointed his gun at him and laughed, and the group of bandits also laughed.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you one chance. Get out of my sight in three seconds."

"if not?"

"otherwise?"

There was no reaction as expected, and the monkey-faced leader's eyes darkened.

"Shoot him! Turn him into a sieve!"

Da da da!

At the sight of the blue figure in the sunlight, the group of robbers laughed and pulled the trigger, their guns spitting fire and bullets roaring as they flew away.

"Go to hell, you pathetic brat!"

Chapter 96: The Amazons Submit

Bang bang bang!

Deafening gunshots.

In the sunlight, the figure seemed to have a body made of cast steel; bullets that hit him bounced off and failed to even tear his clothes.

The sound echoed between the walls and the floor, forming a clear image in Clark's mind. He smiled, revealing his white teeth, and looked at the robbers.

"Gentlemen, I have a very good proposal."

Stop wasting bullets, put down your gun and surrender.

This way, I can also prevent you from getting hurt.

Several robbers wearing animal masks stood frozen in shock, rubbing their eyes and wondering if they were hallucinating.

Otherwise, a bullet that can dent concrete would be able to penetrate clothing.

"What's this?

Am I hallucinating?

"Did we encounter a ghost in broad daylight?"

"Shut up.

"You freak, you try this."

The monkey-faced leader turned and angrily rebuked, forcing himself to remain calm while revealing a fierce look in his eyes. He picked up an RPG and charged at the monstrous figure.

laugh!

The rocket, trailing a white plume, hurtled toward Clark.

Clark's ears twitched, and he dodged the attack with lightning speed, ignoring the scalding heat of the rocket.

The rocket was like a bird caught in a trap, unable to escape despite constantly spewing fuel from its tail.

There was an office building within the missile's range behind him. Clark turned the rocket's direction, sending it soaring into the sky.

To prevent the rocket from falling vertically and injuring civilians if it lost power, Clark fired his heat vision into his eyes and detonated the rocket. He then looked at the group of thugs.

"monster!"

Laser beams shot from someone's eyes, leaving the bandits speechless with astonishment. Terrified, they turned and fled in panic.

Clark moved swiftly, knocking down several thugs and rescuing the unconscious policewoman. He then found a rope to tie up the captured thugs and confirmed that the policewoman was unharmed.

He exhaled deeply and smiled.

Working under an assumed identity as a vigilante to fight crime and using one's own strength to help those in need seems like a pretty good idea.

Turn around and look at the rising sun.

Clark's gaze hardened as he looked into the distance; he heard that others needed his help.

click!

A camera shutter clicked from below the city street.

He instinctively looked in the direction the shutter was pointing, but alas, he was already blind.

All that could be heard was that there were two people standing together; one with a slightly stronger heartbeat and diaphragmatic breathing was male, while the other with a slightly slower heartbeat was female.

Hmm, this woman seems to be very tall; judging from the height of her breathing, she's at least 1.7 meters.

Like a bird, Clark leaped effortlessly between the buildings and sped off into the distance.

……

"What is this, Louise?"

In the editor-in-chief's office of Planet Daily, White, a middle-aged editor with graying temples, put down his coffee cup and stared blankly at the photo in his hand.

A figure leaped across the gap between tall buildings, which were several meters apart. In the golden sunlight, a tall shadow was cast, and a red cloak fluttered behind him.

"My findings and subsequent follow-up reports."

At the desk, a sophisticated urban woman in work attire stands, beautiful, confident, and poised, with a capable air about her, yet her brows reveal the sharp, aggressive edge typical of an interviewer.

She is Louise Lane, a well-known journalist who has won several newcomer awards in just a few years in the news industry.

"No matter where you get the inside scoop."

There's nothing to dig into; it's just a photoshopped image.

After putting down the photos, editor-in-chief White shook his head at the serious-looking female reporter.

“This photo was taken by Jimmy; I was there at the time.”

"Okay, maybe it's just a reckless young man looking for thrills using a springboard to jump between high-rise buildings. I think that's something the community police should be concerned about."

Instead of you, my great reporter, give me something juicy.

White picked up the photo, glanced at it, and put it down again. He was a little dissatisfied. In the past, every article Louise Lane gave him had boosted the weekly sales of their Daily Planet.

“This isn’t the first time, White.”

Louise crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I've had multiple sightings of mysterious superhumans in Midwestern Texas, and I've decided to make it my focus for the next period of time."

"Those are all rumors without any real evidence."

Editor-in-Chief White wanted to remind Louise that the most important thing in journalism is truthfulness, and that reports should not be based on unfounded speculation.

"Now there is."

She then took out a stack of photos and placed them on the table.

Gunshot marks, deflated shell casings, and fragments of rockets falling from the sky.

"According to multiple eyewitnesses, this person, on the roof of the courthouse, confronted several armed assailants and prevented a kidnapping and even murder. He has a body of steel-like strength, and can easily leap dozens of meters up the building with a single bound, moving as fast as the wind..."

A powerful superhuman travels through the metropolis fighting crime, and most importantly, he's not wearing a mask. Look at the small half of his profile in the first photo.

Excitement gleamed in Louise's eyes. Her journalistic instincts told her this was big news, and this person would soon become the most famous person in the city.

She will soon find this super vigilante and get his first-hand reports.

……

"Lift your legs higher, yes, lift them a little higher."

On Paradise Island, in an ancient hall, elegant and melodious music resounds.

David sat in the hall, resting his chin on his hand, watching with great interest the view below and the square outside the hall that was originally used for military parades.

A group of valiant Amazonian warriors, dressed in ballet tutus, stretched their bodies with all their might, striving to perform swan-like movements as shown on the giant screen projected onto this ancient island.

However, these swans, accustomed to wielding swords and bows, were undoubtedly a bit clumsy.

David seemed oblivious to the intensely resentful gazes directed at him; he only saw emotions cascading down his face like a waterfall.

When David and Diana returned to Paradise Island.

Hippolyta had a bad feeling. When Diana said that she had seen David kill Ares, the god of war, the Amazons were shocked and in an uproar.

"That outsider actually accomplished the great feat of killing a god."

Is this really true, Princess?