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

"so far so good."

Clark scratched his head sheepishly.

After Clark Kent once again took up too much of his life fighting crime, his parents, Jonathan and Martha, talked about it at the dinner table, hoping that while he was playing Superman, he wouldn't forget to be himself and be Clark Kent.

"Clark, I know you are exceptionally gifted, able to hear many things happening far away that we cannot see, and to hear many sounds from thousands of miles away that ordinary people cannot hear."

But you are not a god; you cannot do everything, nor can you save everyone.

Martha, the mother, felt sorry for her son's condition. He was constantly flying around in the sky with almost no time to rest. He had not experienced the life that belonged to Clark Kent for a long time.

“I think my parents are right. In fact, while I was saving people, someone was being shot and killed in the distance, there was a robbery, and all sorts of crimes and tragedies were happening. I couldn’t stop everything.”

Looking at the lake, Clark felt somewhat forlorn.

He was aware that he was not a god, but before that he just wanted to save as many people as possible.

"Mom and Dad are right. You need to learn to let go. You don't owe anything to the people on this planet, and you weren't born to be a 24/7 babysitter for humanity."

David said.

He agreed with his parents' view that Clark should have his own life, relax and have leisure time like a normal person, and fall in love, get married and have children like a normal person.

"Yes, so I went for an interview at Planet Daily today."

Clark took a deep breath and smiled.

To live like a normal person, start by having a job.

"Actually, being a journalist is a great job. You can investigate things in a normal capacity without arousing suspicion, and you can get in touch with people who are so guarded that even superhumans can't let their guard down."

"Your academic qualifications..."

David nodded, and Clark's life was back on track.

However, Clark's educational background is a problem; he has not yet graduated from university.

“I remember Planet Daily was the top newspaper in the American news industry.”

"That's not a problem."

Clark revealed a row of gleaming teeth.

“I presented some exclusive news stories and photos to prove that I had the ability, and they hired me as an intern reporter.”

As for how he obtained it, with superhuman abilities, becoming a reporter would be like cheating. He wouldn't be so rigid as to try to convince the interviewer with his hard work and diligence; no one would waste time listening to his story.

"Speaking of which, where did Father go?"

Every autumn around this time, we go fishing by this lake.

Looking around, Clark asked in confusion.

"He kept telling me to relax, why isn't he here today?"

This has been a tradition for the Kent family. Every autumn, when the weather is most pleasant, Jonathan Kent would choose a quiet day on the farm and bring his two sons to the lake to fish.

"Uncle Rick's tractor broke down, so he asked my father to go help."

David replied, and then cast his line and caught a fish.

"Ok."

Clark, who had just successfully passed the interview, excitedly suggested that he and David have a competition. He brought a stool and sat down.

"Let's have a competition to see who can catch more fish?"

This is an old tradition: the three of them, father and sons, would compete in fishing. However, he usually came in last place because the worst thing about fishing is being impatient and restless, and he was in his adolescence when he was required to suppress his talent.

But now it's different.

"Okay."

David nodded, not believing they would lose.

"Let's make this clear first, no one can use superpowers." Clark glanced at the several fish in his brother's fish tank, then, remembering David's ability to manipulate gravity and feeling a little scared, quickly added.

……

Anthony Ivo is dead.

When Luther found out his latest address and rushed to his house, he discovered that he had died in his hospital bed.

Standing before the body covered in a white sheet, Luther's face was grim, unable to accept it.

"How...how could you die?"

His last hope was also dashed.

But just then, a tall figure appeared not far behind him, speaking in a mechanical voice.

"Who are you?"

"Who's there?"

Luther was startled and turned to look, where he saw a tall, inhuman silver figure standing in the shadows of the room.

"Hello, my father created me, and my name is Amodro."

Chapter 196 Captain Atom and Major Divine Power

"Ladies and gentlemen."

A gentle yet clear voice rang out on the White House lawn. The White House spokesperson, wearing glasses and appearing to be middle-aged, swept his sharp gaze across the gathered media.

"The previous solar crisis sparked heated discussions across the country, with citizens in various states questioning whether the federal government had the ability to protect them. Some even suggested that civilian superhero organizations should replace the role of the United Nations in mediating international disputes and maintaining world peace."

“I would say this is absurd and stupid.” He slammed his fist on the table in front of countless cameras flashing wildly.

"Superheroes are a group of people who rely on dangerous technology and superpowers to operate outside the law. If these people are given power and can arbitrarily make laws, then America and the world are really not far from chaos and crisis."

"Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman... if they are the world's most outstanding heroes, then what are the soldiers who have been protecting the nation and its citizens and maintaining world order in accordance with the rights granted to them by the Constitution?"

One by one, the names of the Justice League heroes were mentioned. The White House spokesperson's hawk-like gaze swept across the audience, his tone indignant and vehement, as if he were indignant for those unnoticed, nameless heroes. For a moment, no one dared to respond.

The media looked at each other in bewilderment. The White House had always avoided talking about superheroes, but now it was publicly refuting their contributions. For some reason, they felt a suffocating sense of impending storm.

"Now, on behalf of the federal government, the White House, and the president, let me introduce you to America's true superheroes."

A powerful statement set the tone for the speech, and the White House spokesperson gestured for everyone to look back.

Several figures dressed in powerful battle suits descended from the sky.

There were four figures in total: men and women, white people and black people.

"They are the Federal Super Task Force specially appointed by the President, and first and foremost, the captain of this Super Task Force, Captain Atom!"

As he introduced himself, a man with a crew cut as sharp as steel needles, exuding a powerful and imposing aura like an unshakeable mountain, his skin gleaming with a silver metallic sheen, took a step forward with few words.

"Major Divine Strength!"

Another introduction followed, and a soldier with arms crossed, a disdainful and arrogant expression, whose body was made of what appeared to be purple and yellow metal and who exuded a powerful aura that made it hard to breathe, stepped forward.

Amidst the flashing lights, the crowd was filled with surprise and doubt.

Unlike the reliable and dependable Captain Atom, this Colonel with superhuman strength is more like a villain or criminal than a soldier.

But the spokesperson didn't give everyone time to process the information or ask questions, and immediately introduced the next person.

"Extremely painful!"

A hot and sexy young woman in a black leather jacket, with a rebellious look, chewed gum with black lipstick in her mouth, and stepped forward with her arms crossed, like a student whose name had been called by the teacher.

This doesn't look like a soldier or police officer; he even looks like a runaway teenager who's into rock music. Can this... can this be reliable?

People wondered where the federal government had recruited all the people except for Captain Atom.

"The last one, Black Lightning."

A strong black man stepped forward, wearing yellow goggles and a blue and black suit with lightning bolt patterns. His explosive muscles made him look like a heavyweight boxing champion.

Finally, a superhero that the public is familiar with!

They had caught a small news story, and the reporters were excited, snapping photos. Unfortunately, this wasn't a setting where they could freely conduct interviews and ask questions.

"Black Lightning, don't I remember him as a street hero?"

Some people below were muttering to themselves.

It's clear that the White House's newly formed four-person superhero team is designed to rival the Justice League, tasked with dealing with supervillains across the United States and even intervening in international crises.

While the Justice League heroes vary in strength, isn't Black Lightning a bit too weak?

The physical qualities of Olympic champions are remarkable, but they don't surpass those of ordinary people. Even with the various abilities derived from manipulating black electricity, can their fighting strength match that of a tank?

When their gaze swept over Black Lightning's striking dark skin, everyone suddenly understood why he had been able to join the team.

They also understood that the focus of this team should be on the first three people.

Even with only three people against a Justice League of more than ten heroes, are they still at a disadvantage?

Faced with the questioning gazes of the crowd, the White House spokesperson emphasized in a deep voice.

"The Super Task Force reports directly to the White House and has supreme authority granted by the President. Most of them are military-trained and can easily survive at the center of a nuclear explosion with a yield of millions or even tens of millions of tons. Their capabilities exceed the limits of human technological detection, and they are the federal government's strategic humanoid weapons."