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

Chapter 101 Something's Wrong with Chloe and the Flash

Lex paused for two seconds, then said expressionlessly, "Yes, Father, I did go to Egypt some time ago."

Lionel stared silently at Lex, his eyes filled with pressure: "What for? To go sightseeing and go on vacation?"

His tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm: "The budget, authority, and connections the Luther family gave you are meant to help you secure the foundation of the next generation of the Luther Group, not to let you waste your time traveling to foreign lands for leisure."

"Of course, perhaps there's something else you're hiding from me?"

"I found a statue there. It's very old and has great collectible value. If Father wants it, I can give it to you."

"That's not necessary."

Lionel said coldly. He stared straight at Lex, his face serious: "In the universe, there are things that represent civilizations far beyond human reach."

These civilizations often represent conquest and uncontrollability.

From Mesopotamia to ancient Egyptian civilization, then to ancient Greek civilization, and finally to ancient Roman civilization.

After the collapse of the Western Roman Empire, history entered a Dark Age, followed by the Renaissance, the Religious Revival, the Age of Exploration and colonial expansion, the First Industrial Revolution, and the Second Industrial Revolution—

Over thousands of years of changes, human society has finally developed to its current stage.

But this seemingly long period of time is as insignificant as a speck of dust in the vast solar system. Lex, I hope your abilities match your ambitions.

Otherwise, your fate will be absolutely tragic.

After saying this, Lionel left without turning his head, accompanied by his bodyguards.

"Are you alright?" Helen asked Lex with a worried expression.

She originally thought that Lex, like other rich kids who indulged in a life of luxury, was blinded by the allure of the city and that's why he had such a wild past.

But now it seems that might not be the reason. The other person's family situation is very unusual.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Lex watched Lionel's figure gradually disappear into the ward with a thoughtful expression, then came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

"Helen, I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."

After exchanging a few words, Lex couldn't stop yawning several times.

"Then you should get some rest." Helen immediately got up.

Soon, Lex was the only one left in the ward.

The weariness in his eyes immediately vanished.

She quickly got off the hospital bed, bolted the door to the ward, went into the bathroom, and slowly pulled open her shirt.

On his chest, as if branded by a scorching hot iron, a strange rune appeared out of thin air.

Its entire body was a fiery red, with scorch marks on the edges, as if burned at high temperatures, deeply embedded under the skin of Lex's chest.

Furthermore, with Lex's breathing, this eerie rune flickered on and off, looking like a piece of ember buried in flesh and blood.

Lex's thoughts wandered.

When the manor was destroyed by an inexplicable force, it was this mysterious crystal discovered from an Egyptian pyramid statue that saved him at the crucial moment.

And in the process, it became part of his very being.

Otherwise, he would never have survived.

That bolt of lightning had already pierced through him on the spot!

Despite the occasional sharp, pulling sensation in his chest, Lex felt a sense of comfort he had never experienced before.

"conquer----"

Lex repeated the word his father had just left behind in a low voice.

A faint smile curved his lips, a smile he himself was unaware of.

Father is right.

Human civilization's thousands of years of evolution are indeed as insignificant as dust on the scale of the universe.

But the father was wrong about one thing—human beings are the masters of the earth!

Unlike all the previous rulers of the Earth, humans are the only species that are physically weak but can completely defeat all their predecessors.

As the most perfect product of biological evolution, humans should have the ability to control any power!

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Granary.

After casually removing the damaged parts from the farm machinery, replacing them with new ones, and testing whether it could operate normally, Lucas clapped his hands and answered the call from the Penguin.

It is still the era when landlines and feature phones are prevalent.

It may take several years for a particular smartphone to be released and become a hit.

However, Lucas had already instructed the Penguins to lay the groundwork for this.

With his massive cash flow, Oswald did not disappoint Lucas, and after investing a large sum of money, he successfully developed a batch of samples.

Lucas has been using it for a while now and feels it's pretty good.

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Using the Scarecrow's fear gas, the Penguins have now completely taken over Gotham's underground kingdom, becoming the uncrowned kings in the true sense.

Almost everyone in Gotham, from entry-level officers to the police chief and the mayor, was one of Oswald's men.

Previously, bribery was the key; now, fear, poison gas, and bribery combine to solidify the relationship.

After Falcone was imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, Oswald used this as a pretext to break the agreement he had previously made with the Mafia. In less than three days, he completely swallowed up all of Falcone's territory, reaching an unprecedented peak of power.

Oswald controls all the lucrative channels in Gotham, and the Penguin Gang is currently making a fortune.

"Sir, King Shark and Plastic Bomb have set off for New York and Washington."

As per your instructions, I dispatched two elite squads to accompany them, all equipped with the latest tactical weapons you recently assigned to my subordinates.

On the other end of the phone came Oswald's extremely respectful voice.

You can tell from the sound that the penguin is communicating with itself while standing.

"Okay, I understand," Lucas replied casually.

Just as Clark hung up the phone, looking preoccupied, he walked in.

He had just delivered freshly squeezed milk to the town's distribution point.

Relying on his dynamic vision, which far surpasses that of ordinary people, Clark spotted Lucas's phone immediately.

It was a device with an entirely glass screen, completely different from the feature phone he was using, and exuded a high-tech feel.

This piqued Clark's curiosity.

"What is that?"

Clark asked curiously.

"cell phone."

"A cell phone? I've never seen a cell phone like this before."

"It's not on the market yet, but if you want one, I can give you one."

However, it's best not to let your parents know; it won't surprise them.

Clark nodded habitually: "I understand, just like not revealing your secrets."

After speaking, he did not leave immediately, but looked at Lucas with a hesitant expression.

"Is there anything else?" Lucas looked up at Superman, who seemed hesitant to speak.

"Hmm, have you noticed that Chloe's behavior has been a bit off lately?"

Clark touched his nose.

"To be honest, I never pay attention to any girl in school unless she can beat me," Lucas replied directly.

"Tell me, what's wrong with it?"

"That's right, when we were chatting before, it was almost all about the strange things that had happened in the town recently, and whether there were any clues."

But during this time, for some reason, Chloe kept staring at me while she spoke, her face was flushed, and she even confessed her feelings to me!

Clark blushed slightly as he said this.

"oh!"

Lucas glanced at Clark with a smug look: "Isn't it a good thing to be actively pursued by a girl who's both good-looking and has a great figure?"

"But I like Lana," Clark emphasized.

"So you have absolutely no romantic feelings for her?"

Clark paused for two seconds. "She's a good friend of mine. It's already a great relationship, and I don't want it to be damaged in any way."

"Tsk tsk tsk, a girl who is usually clear-headed and rational suddenly becomes dazed and clingy, then something must be wrong with her."

Lucas patted Clark on the shoulder.

"Perhaps Chloe has genuinely fallen for you. In any case, you could try talking to her."

"Yes, I should have a good talk with her."

Carat remained noncommittal.

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Night fell over the Kent farm.

Only a small desktop lamp was lit in the attic.

Clark was sitting in his secret base, contemplating how to talk to Chloe.

He hoped to make Chloe understand his thoughts directly without hurting their friendship.

This put him in a dilemma, and he had no idea how to bring it up.

Just then.

The wooden stairs suddenly made a slight thumping sound.

Clark immediately looked up.

Suddenly, Chloe appeared at the door.

She was wearing a dark blue rugby jersey, the fabric of which had slipped off one shoulder, the hem barely covering her thigh. She had very elaborate makeup on her face and walked straight toward Clark.

Then, she straddled Clark's lap, wrapped her arms around Clark's already hard neck, leaned forward, and prepared to kiss him.

Clark's eyes widened as he snapped out of his daze and quickly stopped Chloe: "Chloe, stop right now. This is very wrong."

"Stop pretending, Clark. You've always liked me, just like I like you, you just didn't dare to admit it."

Lana never truly loved you.

Believe it or not, if you two break up, she'll quickly find a new boyfriend.

And I will never be able to get over it.

Chloe's eyes were glazed over as she held a drink in her hand: "Drink this, and you'll fully understand my feelings."

"No. Chloe, this isn't the real you."

Clark knocked the cup over.

He suspected there was something wrong with the liquid inside.

Because recently it's not just Chloe.

The entire cheerleading squad was acting strangely.

It's like the knowledge you learn in biology class.

Before Chloe could react, he immediately ran down from the attic, just in time to run into Lucas, who was preparing to be a bystander.

"Lucas, you're here right now! Help me, Chloe, she—"

Clark's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped at a lifeline.

"I saw it. I suggest you try using high temperatures to help her recover, although I'm pretty sure Chloe's condition isn't simply due to some kind of influence."

Lucas looked at the sizzling beverage stains on the ground.

Divine insight instantly gained a preliminary understanding of it and derived a solution.

"high temperature?"

Without saying a word, Clark carried Chloe to the farm's hot boiler, turned it on, and enveloped her in hot steam.

A few seconds later, Chloe's dazed look cleared up.

What's wrong with me?

"It's nothing, you were just affected by the meteorite."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

However, he didn't notice the bitter smile that appeared on Chloe's lips.

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Keyston, Kansas.

5252 78th Street.

A detached suburban cottage located on the outskirts of the city.

The crystal-clear Missouri River flows through here.

Missouri is just across the river.

Jay Garrick, leaning on a cane, hobbled out of the room.

Beside him stood a teenager with slightly curly hair and a shy expression.

Barry Allen asked with a serious expression, "Mr. Garrick, I have been relying on pure brute force to sprint, which not only makes it easy to reveal my position, but also leaves my body in a state of extreme fatigue after each sprint."

I still don't understand how to precisely control this speed and power.

Jay walked into the yard, sat down on a wooden chair under a sycamore tree, and said, "Speed ​​is never about running forward relentlessly. Kid, that's actually squandering your metabolic potential, which is the worst thing a speedster can do."

Instead of trying to slow down your own pace and reduce surface metabolism, you can maintain high speed for longer periods without being bogged down by exhaustion.

Barry looked surprised and subconsciously asked, "Frequency adjustment? I only know how to vibrate my body to penetrate walls, that's all."

"Your vibration technique is too rough," Jay warned.

"Simply brute force vibrations can tear apart surrounding buildings, but our physical bodies are not as strong as we imagine."

Why not try precisely fine-tuning the molecular resonance?

It can allow us to pass through steel plates silently and deflect oncoming bullets.

This is a skill I honed during the long campaign of World War II.

"However, I need to remind you that if a speedster frequently uses the Speed ​​Force, they will be targeted by Black Lightning, who hunts speedsters."

Remember my words, it's absolutely a terrifying thing.

"Black Lightning?"

"Yes, it's also called the Speed ​​Force." Jay sighed. "You should know very well how incredible this power within us is. It not only gives us speed comparable to lightning, but more importantly, the Speed ​​Force has infinite possibilities, even capable of reversing the future. But I absolutely do not recommend you do that. The future is irreversible. Have you heard of the butterfly effect? ​​Changing one thing often means changing the future of all storylines."

"As for Black Lightning, you can think of it as the embodiment of the Speed ​​Force's rules. It does not belong to humans, has no emotions of its own, and only executes predetermined rules and procedures."

"My child, no matter how fast we run, we can never outrun the black lightning that is the concept of death."

He will appear when our lifespan comes to an end or our abilities are exhausted, and then drag our souls back to the source of divine speed.

Barry Allen remained silent for a long time, silently absorbing these words.

These words opened his eyes to a whole new world and deeply moved him.

Most importantly, the Speed ​​Force he possesses can even reverse the future?!

This made him realize something.

"Mr. Jay, how did you hurt your leg?"

Barry Allen looked at Jay's injured left leg.

"It's a long story. It's related to a force called Chess Game. They're using our families as leverage, so I can't leave alone."

Jay said calmly, "Alright, kid, get me today's newspaper. You can try to understand the suggestion I just gave you."

"Yes, Mr. Jay." Barry Allen quickly retrieved the newly delivered newspaper from the mailbox next to him.

He silently kept Jay Garrick's advice in mind while glancing at the contents of the newspaper.

Today's newspaper is a little different.

The front page headline, in bold black font, occupied most of the page:

The headquarters of the Ministry of National Defense's Special Counterterrorism Investigation Team was subjected to a vicious raid.

The top officer, Amanda Waller, was seriously injured. She is temporarily conscious but has lost a lot of blood. She has been secretly transported by military vehicle to a special medical center for closed treatment!