What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 100 Lex's Resurrection

"The suicide squad we sent out this time was a truly elite team."

Among them are former top assassins from the League of Assassins.

The enemy they needed to deal with was just a local gang leader.

This should have been a flawless mission.

Amanda's expression was more serious than ever before.

After confirming it several times, she reluctantly accepted the result.

The most elite suicide squad he had sent out, an organization that might have become his right-hand men in the future, was destroyed in its first mission.

The target of the mission did not even include any reactionary elements.

It even sounds a little ridiculous.

"Is it the Assassin's Guild again?"

The usually stern-faced Hawkman raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you say 'again'?"

Amanda looked puzzled.

Hawkman didn't answer her directly, but instead asked, "As the head of the Sky Eye Society, don't you know that the League of Assassins was destroyed not long ago?"

Amanda frowned, looking quite surprised, and said, word by word, "I had absolutely no idea about this."

The Assassin's Guild was founded in 1013 BC. It is an ancient organization with a strict hierarchy. Apart from the loyal Shadow Warriors, there are elders who directly obey the leader of the Assassin's Guild. Official surveillance forces cannot truly penetrate into it.

Tell me, who did it?

Amanda was eager to know.

As an ambitious woman who wants to unify all superhuman behavior and empower humanity to judge certain supervillains, the League of Assassins is definitely a thorn in her side.

An extremist organization with deep-rooted influence and powerful members, yet out of control, is seriously challenging the authority of the authorities.

But she was even more surprised as to who did it.

It's not about thanking the other party.

She opposes all vigilante actions, and since the other party could destroy the Assassin Alliance, their strength is probably even more terrifying. If they cannot be used by her, they will be an even bigger stumbling block and obstacle.

"That's the guy who stole Mr. Carter's Ninth Metal."

The Atom Crusher downed his sugary cola in one gulp, let out a loud dragon roar, and then spoke quickly.

Upon hearing this, Amanda remained silent for a long time: "My intuition tells me that there might be a connection between these events that we are unaware of."

"If the League of Assassins has top-tier assassins in charge, then that suicide squad is indeed elite."

Hawkman did not respond.

"That's not all. Inside, there's also a descendant with an ancient bloodline, a top-tier mercenary, and a top-tier demolition expert."

The leader is Colonel Rick Flag, you know him, he's a very capable man.

Everyone was fully armed, practically armed to the teeth.

Hawkman's eyes immediately sharpened: "Everything's in trouble?"

"No, two members survived."

"Where are they now? I need to see them."

"That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Amanda frowned. "They're not here. In fact, they're now listed as top defectors."

"These two people are Shark King, who has an ancient bloodline, and Plastic Bomb, a demolition expert."

"Based on the last signal that disappeared, they not only survived, but also successfully retrieved the nanobomb. Therefore, I suspect that they are inextricably linked to all of this."

"I need you to take care of them!"

"Neither Shark King nor Plastic Bomb are ordinary superhumans. One enjoys eating people, and the other comes from a notorious separatist organization. If they get out of control, the consequences will be severe!"

Amanda stated her requirements.

She had been feeling uneasy during this time.

As the powerful woman who single-handedly upgraded the Sky Eye Society into an independent national-level superhuman control agency with its own special budget and operational authority, she has always deeply understood one principle in her interactions with those super criminals.

Compared to her lofty position as the director of the Superhuman Research Bureau, her greatest asset and trump card is the nano-bomb implanted in the necks of supervillains, remotely controllable and capable of easily tearing apart thick steel armor.

Those superhuman criminals are different from Hawkman.

The former has no principles or bottom line. Relying on power far exceeding that of humans, they override the existing system and rules. They might even take the heads of several members of parliament and use them as footballs if they are unhappy.

This is absolutely not allowed.

Her nanobombs were prepared for this purpose.

But now, this biggest barrier she had painstakingly built has actually been broken!

"In exchange, I will do everything in my power to help you track down and fight the killer. You can use all the official resources available to you," Amanda said sincerely.

"If what you say is true, then the Justice Association has absolutely no reason to refuse."

Hawkman, bursting with a sense of justice, stood up: "But before that, I need your help."

"Please speak, Mr. Carter. You should know my character well. I will not refuse anything within my power."

"Get me a lady named Diana. Oh, by the way, she should be working at the local National Historic Centre now," Hawkman said.

"Lucas, have you heard? Lex was attacked by an unknown force, and the entire Luther Manor was blown up."

At dusk.

Clark walked up to Lucas.

"No. But I suppose the Luther family is already preparing for Lex's funeral."

Lucas was flipping through a book on psychology when he heard Clark's voice, and replied without looking up.

"No, that's not it." Clark shook his head. "Lex didn't die. He was saved by a doctor named Helen. She's a doctor from Metropolis with superb medical skills. She snatched Lex back from the jaws of death."

Clark said with great interest, "You probably don't know this, but Dr. Helen and Lex are actually old acquaintances. I met Dr. Helen once when I was at the Talon Club; she's an intellectual woman, a very nice person."

Lucas ignored the second half of Clark's sentence, paused in his work, and looked up at Superman: "Oh? That's quite unexpected news."

"Lucas, you don't seem too happy that Lex survived?"

Clark scratched his head.

"The money the Luthor family earns isn't going to be spent by me. What do I have to do with Lex? Why should I be happy for him?"

Lucas said noncommittally.

Clark was clearly taken aback and didn't know what to say.

"On the contrary, you seem to be in a pretty good mood."

Lucas retorted, "Don't you think Lex is secretly seducing Lana? As a rival, you've shown me great tolerance."

"Well—no matter what, Lex did help us before."

I think the reason he became like this is due to family reasons. I once met Mr. Luther and talked to him. They didn't seem like father and son at all, but more like enemies.

Furthermore, I cannot completely negate a life because of these things.

Clark continued in a serious tone, "As for Lana, perhaps she's right. If I can't be completely honest with her, then I shouldn't interfere with her private affairs."

"I never knew you were so generous."

Lucas couldn't help but make a comment.

"Where's Rachel? I haven't seen her at all?" Clark sighed, not wanting to continue the topic, and changed the subject.

"What, do you need to see him?"

"It's not me, it's Chloe. Rachel wrote a press release a while ago, and Chloe thought it was pretty good and wanted to publish it in the school's Torch newspaper. She wanted to ask Rachel's opinion, and they still need to work on the final version."

"I see. She went out early this morning. You know, we can't control a little crow that can fly."

"Of course, you can wait until tonight. She's probably gone to town to buy gifts, since her parents are coming back from the metropolis tomorrow. Miss Rachel wants to give her parents a big surprise, but women aren't always so quick to buy things, so you might have to wait."

"A gift? I almost forgot. Shouldn't we prepare one too?"

Clark belatedly realized what was happening and quickly said...

"I'm actually ready," Lucas said with a smirk.

"So it's just me left?" Clark touched his nose, somewhat annoyed, and then without saying another word, hurriedly pushed open the door and went out.

Only Lucas remained in the room.

Lucas closed the book in his hand and looked intently in the direction of Luther Manor.

Surprisingly, Lex survived under those circumstances.

As for Helen—

He had some impression of it.

The other woman was once Lex's fiancée, but due to Lionel's interference, they eventually became enemies.

He went missing after a high-altitude confrontation, though it's more likely he died at Lex's hands.

Having failed to kill Lex, Lucas simply gave up on the idea.

He wasn't naive enough to think it was because of Helen's superior medical skills.

:

The next day, early in the morning.

The Kents, who went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for their anniversary, have finally returned.

It was delayed by almost three or four days compared to the agreed date.

As soon as she entered the house, Martha went straight to Clark and asked with a worried look on her face, "My child, are you alright, Clark? I heard from Lucas that your pickup truck exploded while you were driving it."

Jonathan also looked worried: "My mom and I originally planned to come back the night before last, but our car broke down on the way, and the repair shop didn't have the right parts, so we were delayed for a few more days."

"Good job, Lucas has already told us about your situation over the phone."

"I told you a long time ago that you should get a new car; that one's practically totaled. But we're not short of money for this necessity right now."

Ms. Martha couldn't help but grumble.

Jonathan chuckled, glancing at Martha's glare, and immediately said, "Tomorrow we'll go to the town's car dealership and see if they have anything suitable."

Lunchtime.

Rachel pulled out the gift she had carefully prepared: a translucent natural garden stone pendant.

The stones were hand-picked by her over the past few days as she walked all over the streams and riverbanks outside the town.

I handled everything myself, from punching holes to online setup.

Although ravens do not possess such skills.

But it's okay, she knows how to do it.

The lender of the loan was his own biological father.

Presumably, there's no need to borrow and return it properly.

Martha smiled and carefully took the pendant, holding it in her palm, her eyes filled with emotion.

She reached out and gently ruffled Rachel's hair, saying softly, "My dear child, Mommy loves this so much. It's more precious than any valuable jewelry."

Seeing this, Clark quickly ran back to his room and came out a moment later, looking flustered, carrying a plain leather notebook.

"Mom and Dad, this is what I prepared."

Clark explained earnestly, "I know you all like to record the little things on the farm, noting how the crops are growing, the annual harvest, and the big and small things at home."

This notebook is thick and durable enough to last you for several years.

I even wrote "Happy Anniversary" on the first page.

Lucas prepared a simply bound hardcover photo album.

The album is very thick, filled with photos.

Besides photos of the two brothers from childhood to adulthood, the photos also include various family activities.

Picnics, camping, autumn harvest, collecting cow dung —

"Kids, this is the best gift your dad and I have ever received."

Martha's eyes welled up with tears. She gently closed the photo album and reached out to embrace the two brothers and Rachel.

:

Smallville, from the courtyard.

The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

Inside the ward, Lex's eyelashes trembled as he stubbornly awoke from his coma.

Helen, who had been watching over him, immediately asked when she saw him open his eyes, "Lex, you're finally awake! How are you feeling? Are you in any sharp pain, dizzy, or nauseous?"

Lex took a while to manage a gentle smile: "Don't worry, Helen, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have kept you up for so long."

"You recognized me?" Helen was somewhat surprised.

She only recognized herself as her former patient after seeing Lex's name.

"To be honest, I recognized you the first time I saw you when Etalon opened his coffee shop, such a beautiful girl. But I had something to do at the time and didn't have time to say hello," Lex said.

Before Helen could speak, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Lionel Luther, dressed in a well-tailored suit, strode in.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his hair was perfectly styled, and he exuded his usual suffocating pressure.

The man's gaze swept over his son on the hospital bed, but he did not show the panic or heartache that a normal father would have. Instead, he looked more like he was examining a malfunctioning precision instrument.

After a few seconds of silence, Lionel said without further ado, "I've already contacted the top neurology and trauma specialists at the Metropolitan City Center Hospital. They'll be there in half an hour. Even though you're awake, you'll still need to undergo more thorough testing."

"Tell me, was it you who beat you up like this?"

"I also think that after all these years of fighting, you at least know how to guard against wolves lurking in the shadows, so you wouldn't be lying in a small town courtyard completely unprepared."

Lex rubbed his throbbing temples and shook his head: "I can't remember anything, my mind is completely blank."

"No recollection whatsoever?"

Lionel narrowed his eyes, a sarcastic smile curving his lips: "Truly astonishing, Lex."

You inherited the surname Luther and have enjoyed the best education and resources from childhood to adulthood.

Even the person who attacked him didn't know it was you.

It seems this coma not only damaged your brain, but also completely erased your "sharpness as the heir of the Luther family."

If this is what you call growth, then I have to reassess your value.

"Mr. Luther, the patient's body has not fully recovered. You can't do this," Helen said, standing up.

"Ms. Brian, I know your father. But even he is not qualified to speak to me," Lionel said, looking at Helen expressionlessly.

He then walked to the side and looked directly at Lex: "I heard you went to Egypt a while ago?"