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

"Life needs a bit of drive, don't you think, Clark?"

Luther patted him on the shoulder in return.

"Only warriors who dare to charge forward can win the favor of ladies."

He smiled and offered advice, hoping to get closer to Clark by giving her tips on how to woo girls.

Putting aside other things, he was indeed somewhat grateful to Clark for saving his life.

"I'm going to get some air."

Not far away, Lana was wearing a light pink dress, with a beautiful green crystal necklace hanging conspicuously on her fair neck. Clark said dejectedly.

David shook his head inwardly; this was reaping what he sowed.

Regardless of Clark, he continued to wander around the museum at his leisure. There were still a few Egyptian artifacts there that, unlike the armor, were not tacky and flashy, but rather full of unique ancient charm.

……

"You actually think you can run away?"

In the park bushes, Jacks Farron, with a fierce look on his face, knocked a man to the ground with a single punch.

"I can't find it. I don't know where the company's confidential customer files are. Please let me go," the man with blood trickling from his mouth pleaded.

"If you don't want to work for me, then prepare to stay in there for a few years."

He flipped the man over roughly, pulled out handcuffs, and threatened him fiercely.

Everyone has secrets they can't let the light of day shine.

Jax Farron is a detective who walks the line between right and wrong, manipulating people to work for him by uncovering their secrets.

However, being a detective was just his job; what he truly loved were those green banknotes.

He will stop at nothing to make a profit.

call!

After leaving the museum, we went down the steps.

Clark took a few deep breaths of fresh air and looked up at the surrounding steel forest and skyscrapers.

"Compared to the small town, this place is like another world."

My gaze shifted to the deserted streets at night, quiet and desolate.

Not far away, under a bus stop sign, a homeless man, dressed in rags, was curled up asleep on a deck chair with his dog.

"Well, it doesn't seem like there's much difference."

A hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

Chi!

A public bus was approaching from a distance, almost reaching the bus stop.

Suddenly, the driver seemed to suffer a heart attack. His face turned pale and he fainted. The steering wheel swerved, and he crashed straight into the bus stop sign. It looked like he was about to smash the sign and run over the homeless man on the seat.

"not good!"

In a split second, Clark's eyes widened, and he instantly leaped dozens of meters to the middle of the bus and the bus stop.

He reached out to block the bus, thinking of protecting the homeless man.

Sometimes the body reacts faster than the brain. Clark forgot one thing, and his expression changed drastically.

Logically, with the immense inertia, the bus, weighing over ten tons, would have crashed heavily into him, smashing the front of the bus and saving the homeless man, but the driver would not have survived.

"No!"

In the critical moment, just as a collision was about to happen, a peculiar and hidden force field was generated and enveloped the entire bus.

Bang!

The speeding bus came to a sudden stop as if it had crashed into a thick, solid wall, but the front of the bus was only slightly dented where Clark had touched it.

The homeless man was spared being smashed to pieces, and the driver was also unharmed.

"This……"

Clark breathed a sigh of relief and stared blankly at his palm.

How did I manage to do it?

This is not scientific at all!

"So, have you changed your mind?"

In the distance, from the bushes, after a brutal beating, Fran, panting, like a night owl torturing its prey, continued to ask with a sinister expression.

"me……"

Bang!

Before the man could answer, a loud bang was heard. He looked up and saw an unbelievable scene.

After a moment of stunned silence, the driver's painful groan brought him back to reality.

Clark hurriedly tore open the car door, entered the bus, picked up the driver who was having a heart attack, and disappeared from the spot in a flash, rushing to Metropolitan Hospital.

Seeing Clark disappear from the spot, Fran looked astonished. He dropped the man he was beating, quickly went to the front of the bus, looked at the clear dent, and then at the vanished driver.

Looking around, the streets were deserted.

He was quite certain he wasn't seeing a ghost, and his heart was racing uncontrollably.

Everyone has secrets.

This time, it seems he has discovered a huge secret!

……

"How are you, kids?"

Does the bustling metropolis make you feel reluctant to leave?

In the morning, Jonathan and Martha were eating at the breakfast table when Martha, the mother, smiled.

"The museum is great, but..."

As Clark walked downstairs, he seemed hesitant to speak.

"What?" Jonathan stopped spooning.

Sitting down, David handed over a newspaper and said softly, "It was just a little incident."

News headline: "Out-of-control late-night bus nearly runs over a homeless man"

“I stopped it.”

Clark still doesn't understand what happened last night, recalling the bizarre events.

"Are you alright, Clark?" Martha asked anxiously.

This was a mother's concern, and Clark, with his steely body, was naturally unharmed. He scratched his head.

"I'm fine, Mother."

"Clark, you saved a life, and I'm so proud of you."

After reading the newspaper, Jonathan frowned: "But, did anyone see you?"

That's a bustling metropolis.

“It was late at night, and there was no one on the main street. Everyone was in the museum, so the noise didn’t disturb them.”

"The newspapers didn't mention any witnesses, so everything should be fine."

Martha comforted her.

"That's good." Jonathan smiled.

"Go eat and go to school, kids, or you'll miss the school bus."

David had already heard Clark recount the events the previous night and knew that the bio-field must have been at play.

It's not surprising that Superman's ability to fly relies on his biofield.

Clark was somewhat panicked and developed a new, strange ability, so he didn't pay much attention in class all morning.

School ended at noon.

Clark pulled David along, intending to first explore the new ability in the woods outside the town, just in case it got out of control.

The two were passing through a small alley in the town.

“Clark Kent, David Kent, right?”

A middle-aged man slowly walked out, showed his police badge, and had a playful smile on his face, like a hyena that had found carrion, blocking the two people's way.

"Gentlemen, Metropolitan Police Detective Jax Larland, there's a traffic accident case that requires your assistance in the investigation."

Traffic accident!

Clark, a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department, felt a chill run down his spine.

Was it because of the accident last night?