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

"I've already come up with a solution."

Clark raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness in his expression: "How to subdue bad guys without worrying about them revealing my identity and abilities?"

"Oh?"

David was a little surprised.

He pulled a blue woven hood from his pocket, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and quickly put it on, covering his entire face except for his eyes.

"Can you still recognize who I am, David?"

Clark deliberately lowered his voice and said in a deep tone.

"Robbers who are going to rob a bank?"

David lifted his eyelids.

The Son of Krypton finally used his brain and came up with the idea of ​​wearing a hood to hide his identity, but this outfit was just like a bank robber except that he didn't have a gun.

"This is the inspiration I got from comics."

Undeterred by the teasing, Clark finally found a solution to the problem that had been troubling him, and said earnestly.

“I can’t make Grek and the others not reveal my abilities, but I can make them think that some unknown person subdued them!”

So don't do anything later, lest your parents notice something is wrong with you.

Clark thought that once this problem was solved, his brother would no longer have a reason to shut others up by turning people into vegetative states and committing murder.

But the naive son of Krypton was unaware that David had other motives for doing so.

rustle!

While Clark was trying to persuade David, a slender and delicate black-haired figure walked over from a distance. She was shivering and hugging her arms, her face red from the cold. She looked like a pitiful girl who had just run away from home after a big fight with her parents and was looking for a safe haven. She walked over hesitantly.

"Clark, David, why are you standing outside?"

"Lana?"

Clark turned around and was utterly surprised to see the person he had a crush on suddenly appear at his doorstep.

"Wait a minute, how did you recognize me?"

He touched his face; he was clearly wearing a hood.

“Your clothes, your height—most importantly, you’re standing next to David.”

In the cold wind, Lana's eyes were red as if she had just cried, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her tone was low.

Clark paused, realizing he'd forgotten about that.

"What happened? Why are you like this, Lana?"

He noticed tears in the eyes of the person he had a crush on, and his expression changed slightly.

David, after giving Lana a cold look, secretly elbowed the infatuated boy who forgot everything else the moment he saw Lana.

"Have you forgotten something, Clark?"

Just as Clark was about to step forward, he suddenly remembered that it wasn't certain whether the person in front of him was Lana. He quickly activated his super vision.

“Clark, my aunt thinks I should give Whitney another chance. I had a fight with my aunt and I have nowhere to go. Could I come to your house for a visit?”

As Lana spoke, she seemed about to cry again and was about to step forward.

"stop!"

Clark reached out and saw a green skeleton. He said angrily, "Don't try to fool me, you're not Lana!"

"What are you talking about, Clark? Who else am I but Lana?"

Lana looked puzzled and aggrieved.

David's eyes turned cold, ready to strike at any moment.

"Tina, it's not too late for you to turn yourself in now."

Looking at the tearful, aggrieved gaze of the person he secretly loved, Clark felt as if he were in a dream. He bit his lip to regain his senses and said in a deep voice.

Inside the house, Jonathan and Martha noticed that their two sons were blocking 'Lana' from the doorway. He cautiously picked up his shotgun and shielded his wife behind him.

"You have ruined my life."

I originally intended for your entire family to die one by one at the hands of your closest relatives, dying in shock, confusion, and pain.

When her identity was suspected and exposed, Tina's pupils shrank. She looked at her brothers outside the house and the couple inside, her voice sharp as if it came from hell.

After a series of changes, the skin, flesh, and bones returned to their original appearance.

"How did you recognize me?"

She wondered if the Kent family might know that someone could disguise themselves, but why was Clark able to recognize her just by looking at her?

Was Aunt Catherine's death an accident or did you do it?

Clark naturally didn't answer; instead, he stepped forward and pressed for an answer.

"Having my identity exposed takes away some of the fun, but that doesn't stop me from killing you all."

"Let's start with you, Martha!"

When her mother's death was mentioned, Tina's angry gaze swept past the two of them and fixed on Martha. She kicked off the grass and leaped into the house, intending to kill Martha.

Chapter 26 David, Clark, what's wrong with you two?

Swish!

As for the shotgun in Jonathan's hand, Tina saw it as no different from a fire poker.

The instant she leaped into the air, blades of grass flew into the air, and time seemed to slow down a hundredfold. Clark nimbly darted out, hoisted Tina up by the waist, grabbed her, and ran away into the distance.

Despite seeing Tina's 'slow speed', he was confident he could subdue her.

But judging from the force with which Tina kicked the grass, it must have been considerable; even a casual stomp on the gate railing could have turned the wood shards into bullets.

Clark didn't want any surprises to happen.

After Clark and Tina disappeared, David aimed in one direction and gave chase at the speed of a normal athlete.

“I’ll go help Clark, Father. You protect Mother.”

"David, don't go!"

Jonathan, holding a shotgun, tried to call his son back, but his son had already run far away and disappeared from sight.

David glanced back to make sure his parents were out of sight, then suddenly increased his speed.

Suburban highway, under the streetlights.

Clark slowed down to put Tina down, but Tina reacted in a flash, clasped her hands together, and slammed them hard against Clark's back.

Bang!

A dull thud.

Like being hit on the back by a car, Clark was caught off guard and knocked to the ground, cracking the road surface and causing small stones on the road to bounce.

"You have the ability too, Clark!"

Seeing that Clark was still alive, Tina grabbed him by the neck and tried to lift him up.

Clark grabbed her wrist tightly, restraining her movements, his expression serious.

"Tina, you can still turn back before you make an even bigger mistake."

He had just caught Tina's anger. There might be something fishy about Aunt Catherine's death, and it might not have been Tina's doing. That would mean she hadn't actually killed anyone, but had only robbed a bank.

"Made a mistake?"

Tina sneered.

"I'm just using my abilities to pursue happiness, what did I do wrong?"

She was just about to exert herself to see who was stronger, hers or Clark's.

Bang!

A cold figure rushed in like lightning, his fist slamming into Tina's face. The shockwave sent Tina tumbling backward, like a pebble thrown into a lake, scraping across the surface before crashing to the ground several times and landing dozens of meters away.

Even Clark, who was being held, was affected and flew six or seven meters before falling to the ground.

"Who?"

Tina's face was flushed red, as if from a scratch, and she stood up, glaring angrily at the person who had come.

David appeared in the light with a cold expression and clenched his fist.

"Your bones are quite strong."

The blow to this woman's cheekbone felt like hitting a high-density alloy.

"David?"

Tina vaguely recognized David, her gaze shifting between Clark, who had just stood up, her expression fierce.

"The older brother is capable, the younger brother is a monster."