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

"Raise your hands and kneel down immediately!"

One after another, dark gun barrels were pointed at us, accompanied by threatening warnings from a group of elite soldiers.

David completely ignored it, as if he were being attacked with nothing but sticks.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, and his eyes shone with a fierce purple light as he stared at the person in his hands.

A terrifying and dangerous aura, enough to send chills down one's spine, swept over them.

"I will die, I will definitely die!"

Fear gripped his mind and body; the soldier turned pale, his life-saving instincts screaming warnings, and his teeth chattered.

Even when someone had a gun to his head, he had never had such a strong premonition of death.

"Fourteen miles north of Metropolis, at base codenamed 604."

"Very good, congratulations on surviving."

Having obtained the information he wanted, David casually tossed aside the person he was holding.

The man fell to the ground with a thud and crawled backward in terror, terrified after just a brief eye contact with David.

"Monsters, there are monsters!"

"shot!"

Daring to break into the military cordon and threaten the soldiers on duty, the sergeant major in the army shouted fiercely.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The deafening gunshot rang out, echoing through the platform corridor and creating a low, resonant sound.

In the blink of an eye, a large pile of gleaming, gunpowder-smoking bullets lay at his feet.

David stood there, frowning, as if facing a swarm of annoying mosquitoes, his eyes gleaming with a bright purple light, as if they were about to burst forth at any moment.

hum!

The terrifying pressure made everyone present feel as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast. Their hearts felt like they were being tightly gripped by a giant hand, their legs went weak uncontrollably, their eyes widened, and they felt as if all their strength had been drained away, as if death was about to strike at any moment.

Just as David was about to finish off the soldiers who dared to shoot at him with a beam of light, he suddenly remembered something.

He frowned as he glanced at the daring, fearless people who, upon seeing him, mistook his appearance for big news and rushed towards his live-streaming cameras.

The next instant, a flash of purple lightning, and the figure that seemed to possess a life-level power and an overwhelming aura that left people breathless vanished from the spot.

One second, two seconds, several seconds passed, and the scene remained completely silent.

"Go...go?"

It wasn't until a cowardly fellow in the crowd collapsed to the ground in exhaustion that the others came to their senses.

"Where did he go?"

With guns at their sides, they still couldn't find that terrifying figure. The soldiers, whose hearts had been in their throats, breathed a slight sigh of relief, looked at each other, and for some reason felt as if they had just walked with death in their faces.

"Well...it seems like they've left."

"Damn it, report to base, there may be unidentified organisms heading towards the base!"

The military officer hurriedly shouted into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, and then glared fiercely at the soldier who had leaked military secrets.

"Just wait to be court-martialed."

But a single sentence that would normally strike fear into the hearts of all soldiers had lost its deterrent power at this moment.

Seeing the purple figure leave, the soldier's face showed relief at surviving the ordeal.

No one knows the fear he felt when he was face-to-face with those piercing, purplish-red eyes, only a few dozen centimeters apart. He was willing to face as many military courts as he could, as long as he could survive.

……

"It didn't bend? What's this syringe made of?"

Luther was slightly surprised.

On the screen, a researcher in protective gear holds a metal syringe, the needle gleaming coldly, trying to pierce Superman's skin, but it's like poking into tough, high-density rubber—it just won't break through.

"Why wouldn't it work?"

Sam Lane, on the contrary, felt he had lost face and looked displeased.

This monster's skin is even harder than Prometheus metal, which is classified as top secret and prohibited from circulation by the military.

"Well……"

Clark weakly opened his eyes.

He remembered successfully intercepting the train, using that peculiar protective force field with unprecedented intensity, but as soon as he stopped it, everything went black and he passed out.

"Where am I?"

A silent room, cold shackles, and next to him, a person's heartbeat quickening with tension, as if something sharp is poking at the veins in his arm.

"Who grabbed me? Let me go!"

Clark tried to break free, but his limbs were weak and he couldn't muster any strength. Even if he was weak, he should have been able to break free of his shackles. Something was wrong with him. Someone had given him some kind of drug.

"It's already too much; it's human power that's limiting its power."

Seeing Clark open his eyes as if he were merely seeing a gorilla used in experiments wake up, Luther calmly pointed out the crux of the matter.

The metal used to make this needle was stronger than any alloy he knew of on the market; it was just that he was too weak to handle it.

Not to mention that this kind of metal may not be as strong as a superhuman body, even iron cannot break through wood of average hardness without sufficient strength.

"General Ryan, is this metal sold to the public?"

Luther thought of his armor; if he could create armor entirely from this metal, he was willing to wear it and engage in hand-to-hand combat with this so-called Superman.

In addition, there's his...

"With a hydraulic press and a syringe, I refuse to believe we can't break through his skin!"

Ignoring Luther's words, Sam Lane grabbed the microphone and roared angrily.

"Let me go, General Ryan? You're with the national military?!"

The conversation between the two reached his ears through dozens of walls, and as Clark struggled in panic and anger, the steel electric chair fixed to the ground began to shake.

Researchers were afraid and retreated.

Why are you arresting me?!

Remembering that this creature could violently stop a high-speed train traveling at full speed, the base personnel quickly pressed a button.

A powerful electric current coursed through Clark's entire body, causing his muscles to spasm and steam to rise from his clothes, yet he continued to struggle.

As the current continued to rise, Clark only emitted steam from his hair and let out a muffled groan or two; his body remained completely unharmed.

"General, the voltage is already at its maximum!"

The soldier in front of the control panel turned around in horror, wondering what this guy's body was made of.

"Powering it up isn't working, try a sonic weapon!"

Like an outsider, Luther offered his advice calmly and quickly.

hum!

The two sonic weapons emitted a dull sound, blasting out sonic beams that precisely struck Clark's ear canals. His eardrums, which were far more fragile than his skin, felt like drums being violently pounded, and his head buzzed.

"ah!!……"

This time, it wasn't just a few weak groans; Clark screamed in agony, as if iron rods were being inserted into his head from both sides and stirred up.

His body was stiff, his mind was hazy, and he was sweating profusely. It felt like he had been on a roller coaster a hundred times. The world was spinning around him, and he could no longer use his already limited strength. He could no longer struggle.

"Superman, where in the universe do you come from? There's no record of you in the global database. You despicable alien, you must be the vanguard of a plan to conquer Earth!"

Luther abandoned his calm tone and spoke in a fierce voice, as if he were a narrow-minded racist, shouting with absolute certainty.

"No, I'm not!"

Despite having saved the citizens, Clark was treated this way, and in his anguish, he shouted angrily because he felt wronged.

"no?"

Upon hearing this, Luther's pupils contracted, and he was deeply shaken.

Normal people would be more concerned with denying that they are absurd aliens, but this guy instinctively focused his denial on being a vanguard in conquering Earth.

"Interesting, you really are an alien."

Let me go!

And what are you?

I can't hear your heartbeat, I can't hear the blood flowing in your veins.

Clark shouted.

Even with his eardrums being bombarded by sonic weapons, he could still hear the person speaking through a loudspeaker in another room dozens of walls away.

But the person making the sound had no heartbeat, no sound of human blood flowing, no subtle sounds of intestinal peristalsis... it was definitely not human.