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

A lot has happened in the last few days.

The eldest son unexpectedly lost his powers, while the younger son had been hiding his superpowers all these years. In order to chase after Avery, he left the town and went to Gotham.

However, his youngest son has been calling home for the past two or three days, which has put his and his wife at ease.

"I just heard on the phone that David has found Avery and should be back soon."

Jonathan's worries lessened slightly.

Drop drop!

A beat-up blue car behind him honked its horn sharply, swerving for Jonathan to get out of the way.

Jonathan frowned and turned the steering wheel to make way for the other man, but the man seemed to be in a great hurry, honking his horn incessantly.

"Hey buddy, is there any need to be in such a hurry!"

When the car arrived, he rolled down the window and greeted it with a disgruntled sound.

The car seemed not to hear at all. Inside the driver's seat, a somewhat disheveled middle-aged man in a white lab coat, with the air of a down-on-his-luck scholar, excitedly dialed the phone with trembling hands.

"Richard, I did it! I really did it... Hahaha!"

On the passenger side, a pot of flowers that looked strangely like sunflowers was sealed in a glass jar.

He stared at the jar while on the phone, his eyes burning as if he were looking at the greatest scientific discovery of the 21st century.

"It's you."

"What time is it, Hamilton? I've finished dinner and am about to go to bed. Why are you calling me at this hour?"

The person on the other end of the phone scratched their head, sounding troubled.

"Listen, I did it!"

No, to be precise, I've succeeded halfway, but that's enough for me to reclaim my previous honors.

Hamilton was once a prominent figure in the scientific community. In his youth, he participated in a national research team studying rocks and soil brought back from the moon by the Apollo missions. The scientific community believed that he was a strong contender for the Nobel Prize sooner or later, until he published an article.

—On the role of meteorites in gene evolution and variation.

His conjecture, which lacked any evidence and seemed almost like a fantasy, caused an uproar in the scientific community, who thought he was crazy. From then on, all funding and honors left him, and he had no choice but to return to his hometown and hide in the woods to conduct research.

"I have successfully used a meteorite to evolve the genes of a local flower called the Devil Flower, which is extremely difficult to grow and has become extinct. Now it can even grow in ordinary soil. You must take a look and help me issue a statement."

“Devil Flower, that doesn’t sound like a good name.” Hamilton couldn’t wait to share his achievement, but the tone on the other end of the phone was casual, as if he were just giving a perfunctory answer to a mental patient.

"That's not important. You know what this means. I'll get to you right away..."

Overwhelmed with excitement, Hamilton's pupils dilated, and he was so excited that he wanted to continue speaking.

At night, a rock suddenly struck him on the highway. He was driving with one hand and lost his grip on the steering wheel, causing the car to veer off the road and veer off the road.

"No!"

He stood facing the roadside slope, holding his phone, his face filled with fear.

Bang!

The car sped up the slope, spun around a few times, and crashed backwards onto the ground.

laugh!

A loud screech of brakes followed, and the pickup truck came to a stop, illuminating the scene.

"My God."

Upon seeing the horrific car accident ahead, despite having just been rudely honked at by the other driver, Jonathan felt no schadenfreude at the sight of lives at stake and immediately got out of his car to help.

With great effort, they pulled the unconscious driver, whose forehead was covered in blood, from the overturned cab.

He suddenly noticed a flowerpot lying at his feet with its broken pot. The flowers were as big as silver plates, like a yellow moon, with a faint green glow.

He smelled a strange fragrance and felt a strange heat rising in his body, but he didn't pay attention to it.

After dragging the person a considerable distance to the roadside, away from the vehicle that had started burning, Jonathan took a couple of breaths and quickly dialed 911.

……

Heavy curtains, dimly lit room.

On a soft, expensive bed.

Avery, shirtless and muscular, was surrounded by two mature models with flushed faces, who occasionally fed him fruit like maids, while they played video games on the newly installed projection screen.

The little figures on the screen are holding machine guns and wantonly slaughtering the enemy troops.

The exhilarating experience in the game thrilled him.

Everything went as planned. Upon arriving in Gotham, he easily subdued one of Gotham's most powerful gangs with the godlike power bestowed upon him by lightning, and began to enjoy a luxurious life that he could only dream of before.

"But that's not enough."

He frantically pressed the buttons, his eyes blazing with intense heat.

The fact that the meteorite is his weakness means that as long as this problem remains unresolved, it will weigh on his chest like a stone, preventing him from achieving true peace of mind.

"Falcone's funds and manpower have been almost fully mobilized."

Once he has obtained all the meteorites from the townspeople through both soft and hard tactics, and then turned the town upside down and destroyed all the meteorites underground, nothing on this planet will be able to stop him.

He doesn't need to hide himself; the whole world will be his game, and he will become the king of the world.

"When that time comes, I can do whatever I want."

The people on the screen were firing wildly. Avery's expression was excited but also tinged with a brutal ferocity, like a tyrannical dictator about to take control of a country, which made the two models next to him somewhat afraid.

Bang!

The glass window shattered with a crash, and a figure with bat wings spread behind it cast a large shadow before suddenly flying into the room.

……

"Who?"

"There's an assassin! Protect the boss!"

The sudden attack threw the people in the room into chaos, who pulled out guns and pointed them at the intruders.

From outside the manor, several dozen meters away, in one of the old castles, only one window was lit. Through the gap in the curtains, it seemed that a few people who didn't look like lowly thugs were secretly discussing something.

Too lazy to waste time with those gangsters and hounds, David simply unleashed powerful momentum from his feet, his body leaping like a cannonball across seventy or eighty meters into the house.

"Are you Carmine Falcone?"

Glass shards flew everywhere, and amidst the horrified cries of the crowd, David's gaze locked onto Falcone, who was being protected by the others.

"This is the fifth floor, how did he get up here?"

Seeing David in a suit without any climbing equipment, the group exclaimed in surprise.

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill him!"

Hearing the commotion inside, the guard outside rushed in with a submachine gun and, along with the others inside, aimed at the only stranger in the room and opened fire.

Da da da!

The sound of a typewriter filled the room.

A barrage of submachine gun bullets struck David, but without even tearing his clothes, he instantly lost all kinetic energy and fell to the ground, seeing Falcone being covered by several people as he fled towards the door.

He casually lifted the rosewood desk next to the window.

The wooden table, weighing over a hundred pounds, tumbled through the air, traversing six or seven meters before smashing into two men wielding submachine guns at the doorway, killing them and blocking their path.

Everyone looked shocked, and Falcone's expression froze.

"you have not answer my question yet."

David stared at him coldly, as if they were not even on the same level of existence, like an elephant facing an ant, the powerful aura emanating from him suffocating.

"Enough, you bunch of idiots, stop shooting."

Seeing that David was unharmed by the bullet, Falcone was shocked and pretended to be angry, shouting as he looked at David with his head slightly lowered, his hand on his chest, and a respectful smile on his face.

“Sir, I am Falcone. Is there anything I can do for you?”

It was nothing like a gangster boss facing someone who suddenly broke into his house and killed his men; it was more like a humble broker greeting a distinguished client with utmost courtesy.

"You've got an unusual guy here, haven't you?"

David raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Where is he?"

"Of course, he is right here..."

When Falcone saw David, he felt that he had found that kid named Avery who was holding back something.

Think about it, in just a few days, two powerful monsters that are not afraid of bullets broke into his manor. Could there be a connection between them?

The opportunity to break free from that kid's threat and control may have arrived.

Falcone, his heart burning with passion, was speaking when a deafening roar echoed through the broken window as the night wind howled in!

In another ancient castle, a fire was seen rising from a room.

A figure spread its bat wings and glided down in a slightly disheveled manner.