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

Don't misunderstand.

After warning Sam Lane, David turned back, and Luther raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, laughing.

There's only one possibility for Luther's performance: he still has a trump card to save his life.

But what trump card does Luther have to escape from him?

Suddenly, David felt that Luther's skin in his hand was too smooth, smoother than a woman's skin, like a piece of... bionic rubber?

He squeezed hard, and the sound of metal deforming rang out.

Luther's neck was snapped, and sparks flew from his neck, but he still maintained a smile on his face.

"Hey alien, if getting rid of my android will make you feel better, I hope it really works."

Sam Lane, who was standing to the side, stared wide-eyed in astonishment. This technology was undoubtedly beyond his understanding of civilian technology.

"Are you very proud?"

David raised an eyebrow.

"not at all.

Judging from the losses this base has suffered, you seem to have a completely opposite personality to Superman. The thought that I might never be able to appear in public in my true form again gives me a headache.

Luther replied.

His words were half true and half false.

David could tell that he was in a very bad mood, probably because one of his trump cards had been revealed so quickly, but he could also tell that he was proud of his skills.

Stab it!

David ripped Luther's head off his body and threw the headless android body onto the ground like trash, watching him indifferently.

"you're right.

From this day forward, Lex Luthor is as good as dead. Let him hide in the gutter like a rat forever, and never show his face in the sunlight again.

Otherwise, what awaits you is melting and evaporating into this world like ice.

Having understood David's threatening meaning, Luther's face turned ugly.

If he can no longer appear in public, the Luther Group he controls will inevitably run into trouble sooner or later. Once his billions of assets are gone, will he still be Lex Luther?

"And it's best to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed."

Cherish the time you have left.

A purple light flashed in David's eyes.

"Because you might never wake up again after falling asleep one day."

This world is quite strange; if you want to kill someone, you don't necessarily have to find them first.

His words caused Luther's expression to change drastically, a shadow instantly falling over his brow. He knew David wasn't exaggerating; he had encountered another side of this world, such as the Wishing Stone…

"I……"

In just a few seconds, his expression changed several times, Luther's eyes were unpredictable, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

[Fear from Lex Luthor +12...]

But David wasn't going to waste any more words with him. The intense heat rays melted his bionic head, cutting off his signal.

"You're the only one left. What should I do with you?"

A pool of molten iron flowed down his hand. David turned his head without any change in expression and looked at Sam Lane. Sam Lane was so frightened that he turned pale and stumbled backward.

"Don't come here!"

If someone else had orchestrated this attack on Clark, David would have simply vanished into thin air with a single glance.

But the identity of the person in front of me is a bit awkward.

"Sam Lane, Louise Lane's father, which means Clark's future father-in-law."

110. Chapter 109 The Accelerated Fusion

Sam Lane.

After graduating from high school, she unexpectedly learned from Chloe that Louise Lane was her cousin.

The thought that Clark might go to Metropolis and possibly meet Louise Lane came to mind.

David then searched online to see what Louise Lane looked like.

"I stumbled upon a news report about Louise Lane, a rising star reporter for The Daily Planet, which included a photo of Sam Lane."

David's powerful memory clearly imprinted the information in his mind after just a glance.

What if Clark ends up with Lois Lane if he kills Sam Lane?

Anyway, it's not aimed at him, so we'll leave the solution to Clark in the future.

"I believe the price you've paid this time will be something you'll remember for a long time, Sam Lane."

David ultimately didn't kill Sam Lane. He simply dragged him up, made him face the terrifyingly hot laser eyes, gave him a warning, and then threw him onto the cold ground.

"There won't be a next time."

Smelling the strange, burnt odor in the room, the threatened Sam Lane watched the figure leave as if it were his own backyard, his face pale and his teeth clenched, listening to the cold voice echoing in the room.

David took Clark away from the base, which was almost destroyed, and returned home.

Ding dong.

“Mother.” David smiled.

"Thank God!"

The doorbell rang, and the younger son stood outside, supporting the older son who had been taken away by the military. Upon seeing the two return safely, Martha exclaimed "God!" and was so happy she almost fainted.

"Clark, how are you?"

Father Jonathan hurriedly took his eldest son, who was as pale as paper, from his youngest son and made him sit on the soft sofa in the living room.

"I'm fine, Mom and Dad."

Clark gave a weak smile.

“He was given an anesthetic injection; he’ll be fine after a nap.” David poured a glass of water and handed it to Clark.

In fact, if it weren't nighttime and there were no sun, a few seconds of sunlight would restore Clark to his original state.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept my work as a vigilante a secret from you."

Having been electrocuted and bombarded in the ears by a sonic weapon, Clark, parched and having downed a glass of water in one gulp, remained silent for a moment before turning to his parents with a look of shame.

On the way, the disciple told him about his family situation. His parents were almost driven crazy with worry after seeing the news on TV that he had been taken away.

Clark had kept his crime-fighting efforts in the city a secret from his parents, but they still managed to guess what was going on. He never expected this to happen and cause his parents so much worry.

"Clark, you make us proud."

Jonathan shook his head and gave his son an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

“I’ve always felt that there must be a reason why God brought you here and gave you these abilities.”

Now you have found your mission: to bring hope to those in distress.

Countless families have been spared destruction and grief because of you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Clark.”

Martha's eyes were filled with tears, but a gentle smile bloomed on her face.

“Use your abilities wisely to save others. This time, Jonathan and I will not stop you.”

"rescue?

If it weren't for David this time, I don't know what would have escaped.

Thinking back on what happened today, Clark, who had suffered so much, gave a bitter smile.

It would have been better if his younger brother hadn't killed so many people when he saved him, but he couldn't tell his parents about it.

Jonathan embraced his youngest son, who had broken into the military base to save his brother, with a sigh of relief, and the family hugged each other.

"Your mother and I are most proud of raising you two brothers."

……

After reassuring their worried parents, David and Clark went upstairs to sleep, standing at the door of their respective rooms.

Things took a dramatic turn in a short period of time. First, the eldest son was taken away by the military, and then the younger son went to break into the military base to save his eldest son. Although it was gratifying that both sons returned, the couple couldn't help but feel exhausted and went to sleep soon after.

"You've been targeted. You'd better be more careful in the future."

Clark couldn't contain his exhaustion any longer and wanted to go inside and sleep.

David opened the door, paused, and turned to remind him, "I don't want to see you strapped to an electric chair on a military base again someday."

There were some details that the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning to their parents.