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

David decided to rest at home for a few days.

He traveled far to the vicinity of the North Sea, conquered Paradise Island, and then fought a battle with the God of War Ares, which consumed a lot of his energy.

In particular, over the next month, we will urge the Amazonians to practice dancing and develop a habit of doing so.

"Watching them dance is definitely not a form of enjoyment or even relaxation."

Clark still has work to do, whether it's his role as Chloe's assistant or his role as Superman.

"Superman..."

Thinking of the nickname given to Chloe by her famous journalist cousin Louise Lane, I couldn't help but think of Lana.

In Chloe's rented apartment, Clark was hunched over a desk by the window, helping to organize the audio transcripts of an interview. He looked up into the distance, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

I remember he once embarrassed himself in front of Lana because of the meteorite necklace. Lana helped him pick up his Nietzsche and asked him if he was an ordinary person or a superman.

"I never imagined I'd become Superman..."

Clark doesn't reject the title; it seems to have a strange connection with him.

It's unclear whether the rumored beautiful and generous female reporter simply thought he was a superhuman and gave him that title, or whether it stemmed from Nietzsche's theory of the Übermensch.

"Superman is the leader among humankind, the absolute spiritual powerhouse, a being who transcends himself. Superman is the standard of truth and morality, the creator of norms and values..."

He murmured to himself, feeling as if he carried a heavy responsibility.

I don't know if I can live up to the title of Superman, or let down those who gave him this title and those who see him as their hope.

Suddenly, Clark's ears twitched and he frowned.

In the prison on the other side of the city.

"This city has let me down!"

Those damned bastards dared to throw their Mr. Metropolis in jail.

Just because I was involved in organized crime, murder, drug trafficking, and bribing officials?!

Can't they see the huge sums of money I'm spending? Do they know how much time and money I spend on charity every year?

Inside the prison, Glen Morgan was no longer as composed as before. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice to the person visiting him, like a king cobra about to attack, his voice filled with resentment and venom.

"I will make this city know the price of betraying me; I will make them taste a hundred times more intense pain than I have!"

"Is the plan ready, Olsen?"

"Anytime, sir. The train will arrive on time at seven o'clock."

"Okay, when I get back, it'll be mealtime. I'm going to be enjoying my treasured box of top-quality caviar in prison when I see that news, you know..."

“Certainly, sir.” Glen Morgan’s top assassin, Olsen, nodded emotionlessly.

After hanging up the visitation call, Olson left the prison and began contacting his men to start planning.

Clark's attention followed Olson's phone call, growing increasingly alarmed as he listened, until he heard the insane plan. He abruptly stood up, his chair sliding violently backward, scraping against the floor with a sharp sound.

"What's wrong, Clark?"

In the bedroom, Chloe, who had just returned from an interview and was resting, heard the noise and sat up in confusion.

"I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to go out."

He glanced at his watch; it was already 6:50. Grabbing his clothes, without bothering to explain further, Clark hurriedly left.

There is a high-speed train, no, it could be the lives of innocent citizens in a whole neighborhood, waiting for him to save them.

It's urgent, only ten minutes left!

But now he needs to figure out which city's high-speed train was hit by a sensor-activated bomb!

……

Bang!

At dusk, on the King's Platform.

A 16-car, nearly one-kilometer-long urban high-speed rail train has just departed.

Clad in a red cloak, Clark moved with the force of a storm, leaping from the rooftops of skyscrapers several blocks away, landing hastily beside the platform amidst howling winds and burning anger.

Debris flew everywhere, and the ground was covered with spiderweb-like cracks that spread for several meters.

"It's Superman!"

Passersby, who were idly scrolling through their phones while waiting for their high-speed train, were shocked. Some were so stunned by the sight of Superman descending from the sky like a god that they gaped and stood there dumbfounded, their phones slipping and falling to the ground.

"Get out of here! There's a bomb! Get to a safe place!"

Clark turned around and shouted.

After saying that, he ignored everyone and forcibly opened the tightly closed security door.

The steel door was squeezed out of shape and forced open by brute force.

He jumped into the tunnel and quickly chased after the train along the tracks.

"bomb?"

"Danger, Superman!"

After a moment of surprise, everyone saw him jump into the tracks and hurriedly shouted.

call out!

The red and blue figures vanished before their eyes in the next instant.

A long steel train, with a streamlined body full of technological sense, its front end resembling a round-headed bullet, is speeding along the track at 400 kilometers per hour, cutting through the wind.

Clark caught up with the subway, and everything slowed down. He tore open the overhead rails and entered the train.

"The bomb! Where's the bomb?!"

Before arriving here, he had found Olson, a minor gang leader, and showed him the height of the tallest building in the metropolis several times. Unable to bear the fear, Olson finally confessed which train they had targeted.

But he didn't know exactly where the bomb was placed, and he tried calling the gang member who planted it, but couldn't get through.

"It's too late!"

Clark carefully used his force field to push aside the people on the high-speed train and search for the bomb under their seats, but it was too slow; there simply wasn't enough time.

"And the bomb might not be under anyone's seat; it could be hidden somewhere else."

The sound was much slower than he was now, and he couldn't hear it even with his super hearing.

The enemy's plan was to place a sensor at the next station, so that the bomb would be detonated the moment the high-speed train passed by, causing immense suffering to the city with the deaths of thousands.

Swish!

"We can't find the bomb, and we don't know where the sensors are!"

Clark left the train and moved like lightning to the next platform. He swallowed hard and stood a few dozen meters from the front of the platform, with an indomitable and resolute air, turning his head to face the train that was approaching from the opposite direction at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, like a giant steel python.

"Then let it stop before it reaches the platform."

It was because of him that Glen Morgan's crimes were exposed and he went to prison, which is why the other party wanted to take revenge on the city!

It's all because of him.

"bring it on!

No one will be hurt because of this!

bang bang bang!

The wind whistled in his ears, and the sound of the subway was rapidly approaching. His blind eyes were plunged into darkness. He gritted his teeth and tensed his body.

It's not just a matter of a massive object weighing several hundred tons crashing into us at 400 kilometers per hour!

He had to use his unique force field to protect the entire train from beginning to end, otherwise the train would suddenly come to a stop, and unimaginable force would be transmitted between the carriages.

The steel walls of the train would stack and deform like paper, and with the carriages derailing and colliding with each other, countless people would die, and bombs would likely explode as well!

They've arrived so quickly, giving him no time to think!

Less than fifty meters long, the high-speed train, several hundred meters in length, seemed to carry the force of a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down the track like a bullet.

Boom boom boom!

With his heart pounding like a drum, Clark let out a low shout, pushed off the ground with his legs, and stretched out his arms to hug her!

Bang!

The next second, a violent shockwave exploded, kicking up dust and making it impossible to see anything.

……

Before dinner, the aroma of food wafted through the house as Mother Martha busied herself preparing dinner: a simple beef stew with potatoes.

David and his son watched TV on the living room sofa, waiting for Clark to come home so they could eat together.

Suddenly, after a brief moment of panic, the TV presenter broadcast an emergency news report.

David and his father Jonathan's expressions changed.

"An emergency news broadcast interrupted the program."

Just now, Superman leaped onto King's Platform and shouted a warning to people waiting for the city's high-speed rail that there was a bomb there.