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

"No heartbeat?"

Sam's heart skipped a beat as he wondered if it was really that easy to confirm that Superman was an alien. He looked at him suspiciously and secretly reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Don't be nervous..."

Under the light bulb, Luther smiled calmly, about to explain something.

A squad leader with a walkie-talkie rushed in: "General, soldiers in the city report that an extremely fast, unidentified humanoid creature is expected to attack the base."

The squad leader glanced at Superman on the screen.

"They might be here to rescue him."

"David?"

Clark, who was in a terrible and somewhat desperate situation, was overjoyed to hear this; the only person he could think of was his younger brother.

"Is it your kind? How many alien races of yours are lurking on Earth?"

Sam Lane's expression changed drastically. He picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to issue an order, commanding all the base's fighter jets, tanks, and combat units to enter a state of first-level combat readiness.

But suddenly!

Bang bang bang!

A series of booming sounds followed, and flying rocks followed.

In a mere second, dozens of thick reinforced concrete walls, designed to withstand at least rocket attacks, were smashed open like paper, leaving large holes.

A figure as fast as lightning crashed through the entire base with overwhelming force, appearing abruptly in the room under secret surveillance.

Clark, who had been taken away, was found.

Seeing Clark's listless and miserable state as he was strapped to the electric chair, David's face darkened, and he turned to look at the camera.

"It's good to be curious."

I'm sure you're prepared to pay the price for uncovering certain secrets!

Chapter 105 Zero Armor

A deafening roar filled my ears, and flying debris pierced the air.

A figure stormed into the base with a shocking presence, followed by the younger brother's voice, tinged with anger, and then a familiar voice.

"well enough?"

David looked at Clark, who was covered in sweat, disheveled, and weak, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He suspected that all of this was a premeditated plan by the military to capture and seize Clark.

"Clark had just lost consciousness when the military, as if they had anticipated it, arrived and cordoned off the scene."

"Fortunately."

Clark shook his unconscious head hard, forcing a smile to show he was alright, but it was just a pale, miserable laugh.

Tear!

A sickening metallic clanging sound rang out.

David tore apart the nearly solid steel ball-like shackles with ease, showing no sign of effort. He tossed the shackles, weighing over ten tons, aside like trash.

Watching through the screen, Sam Lane and Luthor were shocked. Yet another monster with power beyond human imagination.

Add to that the speed at which he appeared.

Are they Superman's alien relatives?!

If it were just one mutated creature, it would be understandable, but to suddenly have two such beings that defy common sense makes one wonder about their race. Could Superman really be an alien?

At this moment, even Sam Lane couldn't help but have doubts.

"Can we leave?" Despite having broken into a heavily guarded military base, David exuded a gloomy and cold aura, showing no sign of anxiety, as if this were just his backyard, a place he could come and go as he pleased.

"Barely."

Supported by his younger brother, Clark staggered to his feet. Although he was extremely weak, he could still walk without much difficulty.

"I'll take you away from here!"

After David finished speaking, he prepared to lead him out of the base. Clark, who was blind, hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.

"If possible, brother, try not to kill anyone."

"He truly deserves to be called a hero in the eyes of the citizens of the metropolis."

How kind.

David, who was carrying one of his arms, lifted his eyelids.

Clark smiled bitterly; he had already been humiliated enough by being captured and brought here by the military today.

If his younger brother hadn't come to his rescue, given his recent experience with the sonic weapon's impact on his espionage skills, he wouldn't have had much confidence in escaping the base on his own.

However, considering all factors, Clark did not want his brother to go on a killing spree. Given his brother's abilities, once he took action, it would inevitably be a one-sided massacre, and countless people would die.

"Don't worry, not a single corpse will be born in this base today."

If the situation were different, David would never have held back, but since the kind-hearted old couple knew he was here, it was best not to kill too much.

As he spoke, he raised his palm, and an energy shockwave blasted out.

A hole as tall as a person was formed, through which violent cosmic energy blasted through walls, extending for nearly half a mile, destroying everything in its path.

A dozen or so base personnel happened to be buried behind the wall, their flesh and blood evaporated, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Without evidence of a body, David felt he couldn't be considered to have killed someone.

Ultimately, if too many people are 'missing,' it must be a smear by the military.

Given that the military wanted to abduct their eldest son for experiments, the father and mother couldn't possibly not trust their own son.

Clark, who thought he had convinced his brother, had just smiled when his face froze.

Within the range of his super hearing, the heartbeats of more than a dozen people disappeared.

"younger brother?"

"They were simply teleported away to another world."

Soldiers armed with guns and cannons reacted quickly and rushed over. A roaring torrent of metal shot out, and David raised his hand, wiping out one person after another from the world with a purple energy shockwave.

Listening to David's emotionless and perfunctory reply, Clark was getting a little frustrated. Did he think David was an eight-year-old child?

"David, we'd better get out of here quickly," he said hurriedly.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The hole in the distant wall was blocked, and the middle part of an armored vehicle with a high-mounted machine gun was melted and evaporated by high-concentration energy rays, disappearing along with the person driving the armored vehicle and operating the machine gun.

"I can handle it, don't worry about me."

David replied calmly, thanking Clark for his kindness.

Clark wasn't worried about his brother; missile attacks were nothing to David, not even a tickle.

David clearly had the ability to take him away from the military base in an instant, but he walked out step by step like an ordinary person, obviously venting his murderous intent.

If this killing continues, who knows how many people will be left in this base in the end.

Clark gritted his teeth, trying to leave quickly on his own, but his body was weak and the effects of the strong anesthetic drugs hadn't worn off yet. It was nighttime, and he had no strength left, so he could only be carried by his younger brother.

Bang!

The base's surveillance footage showed bullets hitting David and Clark and bouncing off, and soldiers being obliterated by the purple lasers fired from their eyes as the enemy advanced.

"At this rate, he'll wipe out all the soldiers in my base!"

Sam Lane, filled with shock and rage, slammed his fist on the control panel and connected to a channel.

"Dr. Irons."

"What happened at the base? Was there an earthquake?"

"Why can I hear gunfire inside the base!"

Before he could speak, on the screen, a middle-aged PhD in a white lab coat appeared flustered, and soil was shaken off the beams of the basement where he was. He preemptively asked a question.

This base is not just an ordinary base.

Sam Lane chose to bring the comatose Clark to this base because it was one of the military's important top-secret research bases, with many military-recruited talents and expensive research facilities.

Superman was supposed to be another top-secret research project at this base, but things have changed.

Suddenly, a guy who might be even more troublesome than Superman appears out of nowhere.

"The base has been attacked by a terrifying life form, most likely an alien terrorist race."

Now we need Project Prometheus. Get John ready, immediately connect his nerves to the Zero Armor, engage in combat, subdue the enemy, and recapture the experimental subject material.

"An alien terror race?"

Dr. Irons looked bewildered, as if he were listening to a fairy tale.