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

A surprising remark was accompanied by a low laugh from inside the bank.

"Superman, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

160. Chapter 158 Metropolis, a Hell on Earth

Metropolitan United Bank.

A man dressed in a cool red and black trench coat leaned back on a sofa in the bank's waiting area, wearing an antique and peculiar yellow mask on his face. He tapped his fingers leisurely, looking more like someone waiting for a train at a station, enjoying the cool sea breeze than someone robbing a bank.

He had no weapons, yet he successfully robbed a bank surrounded by heavily armed security personnel, and not a single person fired a shot in resistance.

The security personnel, tellers, and customers trembled like quails and squatted on the other side, looking at the man as if he were some kind of monster. Fear swept over their minds and bodies like a whirlwind, blowing away their courage to resist.

"Superman!"

I heard cheers outside.

"You've finally arrived, Superman."

The man smiled, straightened his clothes, and stood up with a flourish, his voice carrying out of the bank.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"The people of Metropolis say, never commit any blatant crimes. When you make people scream, Superman might just appear and throw you in jail. And that's absolutely true."

He clapped his hands, as if he greatly appreciated what Clark had done.

"who are you?"

Clark floated into the bank, first glancing at the hostages inside to confirm that no one was injured, then staring intently at the man.

This isn't the first time they've deliberately created chaos and cases to lure him out.

The result last time wasn't very good.

Clark glanced at the green light ring on his hand.

"After that incident, people noticed my weaknesses, but if it were something related to meteorites, I would never be as embarrassed as I was last time."

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me the Psionic Pirate."

The man smiled and said, Clark frowned and thought for a moment, not recognizing the nickname. He waved his hand as if he didn't care.

"It's okay if you haven't heard of it."

I'm just a nobody right now, no wonder I can't compare to you. You're the world-famous Superman.

"anyway……"

The strange, ancient mask emitted a hazy, orange-yellow glow. He seemed to be looking at something, stroking his chin, and then looked at Clark, teasingly.

"Excuse me, Clark Kent, the name doesn't sound superb at all."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Hearing his name from a stranger's mouth caused Clark's expression to change drastically.

He clenched his fist and nervously scanned the people inside the bank.

He couldn't imagine the trouble this would cause if it got out; the US military and even the world had been trying to uncover his true identity.

Following the name Clark Kent, it's highly likely that he'll find his parents, whose peaceful lives will inevitably be disrupted, and David will definitely kill him.

"Don't worry, they didn't hear you."

The psionic pirate pointed to his head.

“I’m using this to talk to you.”

"You actually grew up on a farm in a small rural town?"

This is even less super!

He looked like someone who had met a celebrity up close and then discovered that the celebrity didn't live up to the hype, showing a disappointed expression.

"Was he a bookworm in school? And had a crush on the pretty cheerleaders? How cliché."

As if watching a series of clichéd TV dramas, the psionic pirate shook his head and offered his opinion.

"It's the mind!"

Clark took a step back, realizing something. The other person was going through his memories, but the annoying thing was that he didn't know how to resist the other person's mental probing.

He can flatten mountains with his fists, endure the harsh environments of the vacuum of space and the extreme cold of the Arctic, and cut through steel with his thermal vision, but he has no superpowers in his mind.

"Lamp Ring".

Remembering the multi-functional lamp ring, Clark quickly activated it, his entire body enveloped in a green battle suit that emitted a green light to protect him from all external forces. He leaped toward the psionic pirate, reaching out to grab him with his large hand, intending to subdue him immediately.

Clark felt uneasy that his own weakness seemed to be the other party's strength.

But he grabbed at nothing; his steel body passed right through the psionic pirate's illusory figure.

"This ring creates a mental shield for you? Interesting."

"Could it be an ancient treasure, like my Medusa mask?"

The psionic pirate, whether real or not, reappeared, examining Clark's green light ring with great interest.

“Superman, you are powerful and mysterious. The world knows very little about you. You have many secrets, but to me, the psionic pirate, your mind and spirit are a safe haven for me to invade.”

He was one of the world's most powerful psychic abilities users. After awakening his abilities, he became deeply fascinated and curious about mythological things. In a museum, he found the Medusa mask, which could amplify mental power and control the emotions of others.

His mental strength has now reached an unparalleled level.

The mental defenses of the lamp ring were like a fragile plastic film to him, easily torn away. He continued to peer into Clark's mind, into his life and secrets.

"Found it."

Weapons from an alien army? Accidentally chosen?

The psionic pirate couldn't help but show surprise.

"Your life story is truly legendary."

But what surprised me most was that the one who surpassed me was actually your brother? His name is David Kent?

"enough!"

Clark was furious as the person in front of him exposed all the secrets he had tried so hard to hide. He threw another punch, but suddenly a giant orange-yellow psychic energy python appeared in the void and whipped its tail around like it had been hit by a truck. He was sent flying.

"Experience the power of the soul!"

The psionic pirates laughed loudly.

"Mental power can do more than just read your thoughts and peer into your memories."

Several energy pythons with sharp teeth emerged from his helmet-like mask, opening their blood-red mouths to bite.

Dodging the bites of several of them, Clark reached out and grabbed two pythons that were attacking his face. It was as if he had grabbed two giant serpents of the mortal world. The force of their twisting and writhing made him feel slightly strained. As they struggled against each other, the ground beneath their feet was crushed.

"You're stronger than I thought, Superman."

However, the psionic pirate was even more astonished. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his face darkened. Even with his mental power pushed to its limit, he still couldn't overpower Superman.

"When I found this legendary mask and put it on, my power was amplified to an unbelievable level, yet I still couldn't defeat you head-on."

"But it doesn't matter, the power of the mind shouldn't be used so roughly."

"What is your purpose!"

A sudden sense of foreboding arose in Clark's heart. He roared, his eyes flashing with intense heat as he forcefully sliced ​​through the energy entity before him. The attack pierced through the psionic pirate and also pierced through the wall behind him.

"you you!"

The psionic pirate, his face filled with disbelief, clutched his bleeding chest and collapsed, lifeless. Clark stared in astonishment, his eyes widening slightly. He had clearly been careful to avoid vital organs, so why had his shot missed?

“Seeing is not necessarily believing.”

Seeing Clark's bewildered expression, the psionic pirate reappeared in the air. He hovered in mid-air, and the psychic python emerging from his orange-yellow mask bared its fangs and claws, looking extremely terrifying. He resembled an evil god from another dimension who liked to toy with people's hearts, and he mocked.

"Clark, it seems you haven't learned your lesson."

"Don't call me by that name."

Hearing this vile fellow call out his unknown name in a tone that seemed very familiar to him, Clark was deeply enraged. He used his super vision to its fullest extent, even able to see human cells, nerves, brain waves, and electromagnetic waves in the air.

He threw a punch but missed again. The gust of wind generated by his punch swept through the entire bank lobby, causing the hostages to scream.

Even now, the hostages whose minds had been invaded by the psionic pirates had no intention of escaping.

"Are you dumber than I thought, or has your anger clouded your judgment?"

Clark felt powerless at the reappearance of the psionic pirates.

He clearly saw someone there, his heart was beating, and his nerve signals were transmitting between neurons, but he was still fooled and tricked once again.

"By the way, where were we?"

What is my purpose?

The strong wind billowed his trench coat as the psionic pirate spread his arms in mid-air. Having just outmaneuvered Superman, he exuded powerful confidence, as if he had the whole situation under control, and began to talk about his purpose with a smile.

"I have a great plan."