I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

"I see."

After regaining some strength, Clark looked slightly resentful and took two deep breaths.

He could more or less guess the reason why his brother didn't tell him.

Most likely in the future, when he is confident that he can stop him from doing anything, he will take out this and shake it, causing him to fall to the ground in a state of embarrassment. Even an eighty-year-old grandfather will be greatly deflated.

However, maybe it is also possible that he is afraid that his personality will change drastically when he encounters Red Meteor again, leaving a trump card to control him?

"I'll be careful."

Regardless, Clark doesn't want to think about it anymore because he also hid his super hearing from his brother.

Seeing him nod to remember, the probability of capsizing in the gutter should be greatly reduced.

David turned and went downstairs, getting ready to go to bed.

In fact, in his opinion, Clark still has one biggest weakness, which is nothing compared to kryptonite, but even if he says it, he won't avoid it.

…

Back home after a long absence.

David decided to have a good rest at home for a few days.

He ran far away to the North Sea, captured Paradise Island, and fought with Ares, the God of War, which consumed a lot of his energy.

Especially in the next month, Amazons are urged to practice dancing and develop the habit of practicing dancing.

"Watching them dance is definitely not enjoyment or even rest."

And Clark still has a job to do, whether it's his part as Chloe's reporter's assistant or his part as Superman.

"Superman..."

Thinking of the title given to him by Chloe's famous journalist cousin Lois Lane, I couldn't help but think of Lana.

In the apartment rented by Chloe, Clark was leaning on the desk in front of the window, helping to organize the audio manuscripts of the interviews. He looked up into the distance, revealing a trace of memories.

I remember that he was embarrassed in front of Lana because of the meteorite necklace. Lana helped him pick up his Nietzsche and asked him if he was an ordinary person or a superman.

"Unexpectedly, I have become Superman now..."

Clark does not reject this title. It seems to have some strange fate with him.

I don’t know if the female reporter who was rumored to be beautiful and generous simply thought he was a super human and gave him this title, or if it was because of the superman theory proposed by Nietzsche.

"Superman is the leader in the human group, an absolute spiritual strongman, a person who transcends himself. Superman is the yardstick of truth and morality, and the creator of norms and values..."

He murmured softly, feeling as if there was a heavy responsibility on him.

I don’t know if I can bear the title of Superman and live up to the people who gave him this title and who regard him as their hope.

Suddenly, Clark's ears twitched slightly and he frowned.

In a jail on the other side of the city.

“This city failed me!

Those damn guys had the audacity to put their Mr. Metropolitan in jail.

Just because I was involved in gangs, killing people, selling drugs, and bribing officials? !

Can't they see the huge amount of money I'm giving away? Do they know how much energy and money I spend on charity every year? "

In prison, Glen Morgan was no longer as calm as before. He lowered his hoarse voice to talk to the person on the other side of the visit, like a king cobra about to attack, his voice full of unwillingness and resentment.

"I want this city to know the price of betraying me. I want them to taste a pain that is a hundred times more intense than mine!"

"Are the plans ready, Olson?"

"Any time, sir, at seven o'clock, the train will arrive on time."

"Okay, when I go back, it's time to eat. I'm going to see the news when I'm enjoying my box of top-quality caviar in prison, you know..."

"Definitely, sir." Olson, Glen Morgan's number one killer, nodded emotionlessly.

After hanging up the call, Olson left the prison and began contacting his men to start planning.

Clark's attention also followed Olson's call, and he became more and more frightened as he listened. Until he heard the crazy plan, he stood up suddenly, and his chair slid violently back, making a sharp sound when it rubbed against the ground.

"What's wrong, Clark?"

In the bedroom, Chloe, who had just returned from the interview outside and was resting, heard the noise and sat up in confusion.

"I have something urgent and I have to go out."

He glanced at his watch and it was already six-fifty. He grabbed his clothes and left in a hurry without any further explanation.

There is a high-speed train, no, maybe a neighborhood of innocent citizens' lives waiting for him to save.

It's imminent, only ten minutes left!

But now he needs to find out which city high-speed train is equipped with sensor bombs!

…

Bang!

King's Platform at dusk.

A 16-car urban high-speed train with a length of nearly one mile has just left.

Clark, who was wearing a red cape, was as powerful as the wind and thunder. He jumped from the top of a tall building several blocks away and crossed several blocks. Carrying the roaring wind, he hurriedly landed next to the platform with anger.

Rubbles flew and spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground, spreading for several meters.

"It's Superman!"

Passers-by who were boringly clicking on their mobile phones while waiting for the high-speed train were shocked. Some people were even shocked by the shocking scene of Superman descending from the sky like a god, with their mouths wide open and stunned, and their mobile phones slipped and fell to the ground.

"Get out of here, there's a bomb here, get to a safe place!"

Clark turned around and shouted.

After saying that, he ignored everyone and forcibly opened the closed safety door.

The door made of steel was squeezed out of shape and opened with arrogant force.

He jumped into the corridor and quickly pursued along the railroad tracks.

"bomb?"

"Danger, Superman!"

After everyone was stunned, they saw him jumping into the track and shouted hurriedly.

call out!

The next moment, the red and blue figure disappeared before their eyes.

A long steel train, with a streamlined body full of technological sense, the front of the train is like a fired round-headed bullet, traveling at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour on the track, breaking the wind.

Clark catches up with the subway and everything slows down. He tears the car cover above the high-speed train and enters the train.

"Bomb, where is the bomb?!"

Before arriving here, he had gone to find Olson, the little gang leader. After showing him the height of the tallest building in the metropolis several times, the other party couldn't stand the fear and finally confessed which train was their target.

But he didn't know exactly where the bomb was placed, and he couldn't get through to the gang member who planted the bomb.

"It's too late!"

Clark carefully used the force field on his body to push aside the people on the high-speed train and search for bombs under their seats, but it was too slow and there was not enough time.

"And the bomb may not necessarily be under someone's seat. It may be hidden somewhere else."

The sound was much slower than what he heard now, and he couldn't hear it even if he tried his best to hear it.

The opponent's plan was to place a sensor on the next platform. The moment the city's high-speed train passed by, the bomb would sense and explode, killing thousands of people and causing pain to the city.

Uh-huh!

"Can't find the bomb and don't know where the sensor is!"

Clark left the train and arrived at the next platform at lightning speed. He swallowed his saliva and stood dozens of meters away from the front row of the platform. With an indomitable and determined momentum, he turned to face the opposite side and drove at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour. The approaching train looked like a steel python.

"Then let it stop before it reaches the platform."

It was because of him that Glen Morgan went to jail after his crimes were exposed, and that the other party wanted to take revenge on the city!

It's all because of him.

"bring it on!

No one will get hurt! "

Bang bang bang!

The wind was whistling in his ears, the sound of the subway was approaching at a high speed, and his blind eyes were filled with darkness. He gritted his teeth and tightened his body.

It's not just as simple as a behemoth weighing several hundred tons hitting at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour!

He must use his strange force field to protect the entire train from beginning to end, otherwise the train will crash to a sudden stop and unimaginable force will be transmitted from carriage to carriage.

The car walls made of steel will stack up and deform like pieces of paper. If the cars derail and collide with each other, I don’t know how many people will die, and the bomb will probably explode!

It's coming, so fast, don't give him any extra time to think!

Less than fifty meters long, the high-speed train, which is several hundred meters long, seems to be carrying the power of a mountain roar and a tsunami, shooting like bullets on the track.

Boom, boom, boom!

With his heartbeat speeding up like a drum, Clark shouted, kicked his legs and stretched out his arms to hug him!

Bang!

The next second, violent air waves exploded and kicked up dust, making it difficult to see anything.

…

Before the meal, the aroma of food wafted through the house, and mother Martha was busy making dinner, a simple beef stew with potatoes.

On the sofa in the living room, David and his son watched TV while waiting for Clark to come back and eat together.

Suddenly, after the TV host panicked a little, an emergency news was broadcast.

The expressions of David and his father Jonathan changed.

“An urgent news break.

Just now, Superman jumped onto King's Platform and shouted to warn people waiting for the city's high-speed train that there was a bomb there.

Then he caught up with the high-speed train az187 and stopped it with incredible force in front of the train, but he also lost power and fell unconscious.

Please see live coverage. "

Along with the host's horrified tone, the camera screen looked past the soldiers who were blocking the scene with live ammunition.

A high-speed train was stopped abruptly. The front of the train was severely deformed. Wave-like twisting lines extended backward from the steel front. The conduction of that unimaginable force could be clearly seen.

But what followed was a scene that defied physics. Only the front of the train deformed, and the hundreds of meters long high-speed train behind it stopped on the track safely. Hundreds of passengers got off the train with bewildered expressions.

At the front of the car, there were two footprints that crushed the track sleepers and sunk more than ten inches into the ground, showing the shocking impact force they endured.

There were several people in protective clothing collecting something near the footprints, which seemed to be sweat.

There was supposed to be a person there but he disappeared.

The host's voice continued to come from the TV.

"Regardless of whether there was a bomb on the train, Superman saved the lives of hundreds of citizens in this city over the past month or so.

It is reported that the unconscious Superman had been taken away by a military helicopter before. It is hoped that the military can release him after finding out the truth. "

bass!

"Clark?"

When he heard the news on the sofa, David stood up suddenly and took a step forward, staring at the blocked scene on the TV with a gloomy face.

It's a bit late, I updated it by a thousand words.