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

"Because I resolved this matter before you did?"

Is David really that competitive?

What's there to be happy about?

David turned his gaze away from his parents and looked at him, frowning.

Don't you think your parents are too kind?

The house and farm are ours.

When something like this happens, all I want is to get back the house and farm that were taken away. Although I've witnessed my parents' kindness before, I can't help but feel that it's true that kindness is easily taken advantage of.

"I feel that my parents aren't very happy either."

Clark pulled David aside and whispered.

He had just overheard his parents discussing reporting Rickman, so that he would never again use his abilities to do evil or take away things that others cherish.

But if someone learns Rickman's secret and then someone reports that he's acting strangely, will Rickman become suspicious that the man in blue is actually Clark?

Jonathan and Martha hesitated and kept the matter to themselves.

"We can unite several farmers to report this together."

David said, looking at his parents making lunch in the kitchen.

"Wouldn't that make the target too obvious?"

It's perfectly reasonable for several farmers, wondering why they suddenly sold their farms and houses, to suspect that Rickman used some kind of drug or potion to get them to sign the contracts and to report him to the police for investigation.

"It's a way."

Clark's eyes lit up, and he nodded.

"Based on my understanding of my parents, if this matter is not resolved, they will keep it bottled up inside, and it will become a knot in their hearts."

He looked at David, who had just offered advice, with some doubt.

David's willingness to resolve this matter so gently this time is completely unlike his usual self.

Is the influence of my example this time really that strong?

Did he misunderstand David all along? Was it because the two of them exposed their abilities and identities that David had no choice but to do so?

"As long as I conceal my identity in the future, David won't beat people into a vegetative state again?"

Clark couldn't help but feel delighted at the thought.

He didn't know that although David had just proposed a solution, he didn't really believe it would work.

“If you make a baseless accusation without any evidence, the police may not take it seriously.”

Moreover, it's not so easy to sanction a billionaire like Rickman who has extensive connections and considerable influence.

"Given his abilities, failure is almost guaranteed."

David shook his head inwardly.

He brought this up simply so that his parents wouldn't have to worry about it anymore until tomorrow.

As for what happens after tomorrow... this will no longer be a problem.

"Clark, David, dinner's ready."

Lunch was quickly prepared, and Martha gently called to her two sons, "Hurry up and finish eating so you can go to school."

David smiled and sat down at the table with Clark. After taking a couple of bites, he looked up and praised his mother for making an even better apple pie.

Watching his two sons wolf down their food, Jonathan gently embraced his wife in the kitchen. The afternoon sun shone on them, bringing a sense of warmth.

Taking care of a farm can sometimes be exhausting, and perhaps, as the saying goes, some things are only truly appreciated after they are lost.

They didn't get any rest at noon today, but the two of them felt a quiet peace and happiness.

"The greatest happiness is that our family can continue like this."

Mother Martha sighed.

"I'm afraid it's difficult."

Jonathan shook his head and laughed, "Your two dear sons will go to college and get married sooner or later."

"I wonder what kind of wife Clark and David will choose?" Martha, the mother, couldn't help but imagine.

"Cough cough..."

David and Clark, both with exceptionally keen hearing, exchanged a glance and were slightly taken aback.

"Eat slowly, look at you all."

The mother, Martha, quickly stepped forward and poured a glass of water for her two sons, her concern tinged with a hint of reproach. The room was filled with a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Chapter 46. Clark, burned by a small spark.

As night falls, the stars hang high in the sky, and dark clouds drift in silently, quietly obscuring half the moon.

Rickman returned home after dealing with company affairs all afternoon.

A fire was lit in the fireplace, and in its light, he sat on the sofa, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

Since gaining his powers from that meteor shower more than a decade ago, Rickman has had a smooth and successful career. He is no longer the lowly salesman who could be bossed around by anyone and almost got fired, but has now achieved great success.

"I haven't felt threatened, I haven't felt humiliated in a long time, man in blue!"

The small clods of dirt from shoe soles found on the living room floor have been sent for testing, and the results should be available tomorrow.

"Then we will send the soil from these farms to the Geological Survey Bureau for comparison."

It's not hard to tell which farm you're connected to.

Rickman's eyes were fierce as he fiddled with several sealed test tubes.

These are soil samples that he had secretly retrieved from those farms that afternoon.

Soil testing is a very complex process. The organic and inorganic matter, as well as bacteria and viruses contained in the soil in different places, will present different data.

Especially the soil on farms. Some farms raise cattle and sheep, and their manure gets mixed into the soil. Some farms grow corn, some grow wheat, and some grow fruits and vegetables. The fertilizers they use and the brands they use are also different.

"Based on this, it's not hard to identify you, man in blue!"

From the moment he signed the land acquisition contract to the sudden appearance of a man in blue threatening him at noon, only a few hours had passed, and it happened in a small rural town.

He didn't believe that the guy was a masked vigilante who had just heard about the incident and came to uphold justice!

"It's definitely related to those farmers."

A gust of wind blew, the curtains were lifted, and the moonlight shone into the room like a silver veil.

A figure had appeared on the sofa in the room at some point.

"You're quite observant."

A deep voice came.

"Who?"

Rickman sprang up from the chairs near the fireplace like a startled bird, pulled a silver pistol from under the chair, and pointed it at the figure on the sofa.

He was threatened by men in blue who broke into his home. If it happened once, it might happen again. So that afternoon, he hid guns in many places in his house, just in case.

Every step leaves a trace.

The figure sitting on the sofa seemed oblivious to the pistol in Rickman's hand, muttering to himself.

"It seems someone is so pleased with getting ahead of me that they've forgotten everything else."

When David heard that Rickman was going to send the soil to the Geological Survey for comparison, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened.

Perhaps the son of Krypton was a little carried away, or perhaps he was a little nervous doing something like this for the first time, unaware that he had left behind some clues.

"They're almost catching us red-handed!"

He slowly rose, revealing a cold face from the shadows.

"who are you?"

Rickman's eyes widened at the sight of the purple skin, and the gun in his hand offered him no sense of security whatsoever.

After merging with the second template, the vertical lines on David's chin had disappeared, but his skin would still inevitably turn purple when he used the powerful physique of the Eternals.

It came in at near-sonic speed, hence the visible skin color.

David moved swiftly, appearing in front of Rickman and grabbing him by the neck before he could react, then left the villa.

Rickman was gasping for breath, his vision blurred, and a few seconds later, the world spun around him, and he was thrown onto the cold concrete.

A dark, deserted alley.

"Where is this?"

He stood up in a panic, vaguely recognizing that this seemed to be a street in the metropolis.

"Your burial place."