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

During the day, Luther did indeed stay by their fruit stand the whole time, never leaving their sight.

But Jonathan, Luther's father who clearly disliked him, actually stepped forward to testify for Luther, clearing him of some suspicion.

David raised an eyebrow and countered, "Do you think Father would lie just to cause trouble for Luther?"

Clark scratched his chin, also finding it impossible; that last sentence practically cast doubt on his father's teachings over the years.

"Honesty is a bright mirror that reflects your character, and I do not want to tarnish that mirror for the sake of the son of Luther."

Upon returning home and hearing his two sons talking, Jonathan took off his coat and opened his arms.

"Especially in front of you, my sons."

The farm's fresh fruit sold for a good amount of money today. His hard work in planting had paid off, and he was in a good mood, raising his voice slightly.

"I wonder who was late for our date when they were young, even though they overslept, they said their motorcycle broke down halfway."

Martha, who was coming from behind, shook her head.

"Sometimes a white lie is okay."

Jonathan, slightly embarrassed, gently hugged his wife and raised an eyebrow at his two sons.

"Otherwise, where would we have this warm and cozy home now?"

Well, although the atmosphere at home was relaxed, Clark could tell from his father's words that his dislike for Luther remained unchanged.

"It's strange today; Luther hasn't left the market at all."

Who robbed the bank?

He recalled the events of the day, his words revealing a hint of confusion.

“Many people saw Luther, and the bank’s CCTV also captured him.”

"Maybe that robber looks a lot like Lex Luthor?"

In the kitchen, after washing her hands, Mother Martha began preparing dinner, glancing back and guessing.

"Luther hasn't been in town for long, so not many people really know him. They might have mistaken him for someone else."

She wiped the water droplets from her hands and continued to smile.

“Jonathan, do you remember Jack King from our school days? Apart from his curly hair, he looked so much like our English teacher.”

"He always liked to imitate the teacher's tone and make funny faces behind their backs, until the teacher caught him and took him to the office to call his parents."

Jonathan also recalled the fun times he had in school.

Clark agreed, shrugging: "Maybe it's someone who thinks they look a lot like Lex and thinks they can try their luck."

The police officer recounted the events of the incident: Lex Luther went to the bank to withdraw money, and the department manager excitedly greeted the bank's big client.

However, when it came time to sign, the signature did not match the previously saved signature template.

"The bank manager just casually asked if he could see his driver's license, wanting to process his business in a different way."

Then he pulled out a gun... thankfully no one was hurt.

Finally, he summarized the topic that was being hotly discussed in the small town.

However, Clark actually had another hypothesis.

David, who had been silent for a moment, exchanged a glance with him. Both knew what the other was thinking, but neither said it in front of their parents.

Even if the parents knew about the existence of the capable person, they still tried their best not to worry the two of them.

……

After dinner, we went to the warehouse attic.

As the cool night breeze blew and David gazed at the tranquil wheat fields in the distance under the moonlight, he turned to look at Clark, who had just secretly returned from outside.

"Where have you been?"

"nothing."

Clark scratched his head. David and Greck had fought during the day, damaging the road. Now that it was dark, he was worried that someone might drive into the ditch and cause an accident, so he went to check it out.

"You're really kind."

Hearing what he said, David couldn't help but sigh.

"When I arrived, the road maintenance contractor that the town had outsourced had just finished the work."

They were baffled by the damaged road surface, thinking that even a few tons of steel falling from a truck couldn't have caused such damage.

Clark spoke of what he had seen, glancing at David twice before casually asking a question.

"David, how strong are you?"

"You want to improve the relationship between my brother and me by arm wrestling?"

David narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How old are you?"

"no……"

"Perfect, I'm not interested in arm wrestling with you."

"You really need to practice how to conceal your intentions when you speak, Clark."

He put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the night sky.

I don't think there's anything wrong with being sincere.

Clark was still a little annoyed that his younger brother always spoke to him in a tone that made him seem more mature and intelligent than him.

"Oh?"

David chuckled softly: "You dare say you just wanted to ask about my strength?"

"..."

The son of Krypton is in a bit of a predicament.

His question just now was indeed not very naive.

He wanted to know David's strength so that if something similar to Greck happened again, he would know exactly what kind of power to use to stop him.

David saw through Clark's intentions.

"Save your breath, I'm not telling you."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"Because to be honest, I don't know either."

"David, do you think the guy who impersonated Luther to rob the bank might be a superhuman?"

Upon hearing this answer, Clark paused in surprise for a moment, then asked a question.

I encountered two people with special abilities in a very short period of time, which left a deep impression on me.

Now, when he encounters strange things, it's like being almost bitten by a snake and then seeing a rope that looks like a snake; he instinctively starts to think in that direction.

"maybe."

David does not rule out this possibility.

However, I don't think that anything strange necessarily has anything to do with people with special abilities.

"If he really is a superhuman, he might be able to withstand bullets with his bare body."

Clark's expression was slightly solemn.

Even Grik, who has a strength of over a hundred tons, doesn't have this kind of defense; it's likely that the user is an even more powerful ability user than Grik.

David nodded.

Rumors circulated in the town that, according to eyewitnesses, the man was clearly wearing only a light suit, not a bulletproof vest.

But to the average person, there is no other explanation besides wearing a bulletproof vest for someone being shot twice in the back and escaping unharmed.

"Don't be afraid, the bank robbers shouldn't be interested in the farm."

He patted Clark on the shoulder, turned around, and went down to the attic to sleep.

But Clark was somewhat worried that there was a bank robber hiding in the town.

"I hope everyone else is okay too."

……

Ding Ding Deng!

Early morning.

Inside an antique shop in a small town.

Looking slightly aged with gray hair, Catherine carried a red schoolbag full of money and ran with difficulty up to the second floor of her house, urgently knocking on her daughter's door.

"Tina, where did you get this money?"

Tina, who had just washed her hair, leisurely came out of her room and casually dried it with a towel.

"I told you our lives would get better."