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

"Which base are you from?!"

As he pinched the guy in his hand, David's eyes were cold and gloomy, and he was overwhelmed by the powerful aura in his body, as if an ant encountered an ancient apex predator, suppressed from the life level.

"Who are you!

Put him down! "

The faces of all the soldiers changed with shock. Did anyone see how this guy appeared in the blocked field?

"Raise your hands and kneel down immediately!"

The muzzles of guns pointed at each black hole, accompanied by threatening warnings from a group of elite soldiers.

David ignored them completely, as if what he was facing were just fire sticks.

"Don't make me repeat it a second time."

His voice contained no emotion, and his eyes lit up with blazing purple light, staring at the person in his hands.

A terrifying and dangerous aura that made people's hair stand on end hit him.

"I will die, I will definitely die!"

Fear invaded the body and mind, and the soldier's face turned pale. His instinctive warning of life was frantically warning him, and his teeth were chattering.

Even with a gun to his head, he had never had such a strong premonition of death.

"Fourteen miles north of Metropolis, the base code-named 604."

"Very good, congratulations on saving your life."

After getting the news he wanted, David dropped the person in his hand.

The man fell to the ground and crawled back in horror. He was frightened just by looking at David.

"Monsters, there are monsters!"

"shot!"

The sergeant major of the army shouted fiercely for daring to break into the military blockade and threaten the soldiers on duty.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The deafening gunfire rang out and spread to the platform corridor, causing a deep echo.

In an instant, there was a pile of yellow bullets emitting smoke at his feet.

David frowned and stood there, as if facing a lot of annoying mosquitoes, his eyes brightened with purple light, as if they were about to burst out at the next moment.

Buzz!

Under the heavy pressure of terror, everyone present seemed to be stared at by a prehistoric beast, their hearts seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, their uncontrollable legs and feet became weak, their eyes widened, their strength seemed to be drained, and they felt that death was about to come in the next moment.

Just as he was about to use a ray to kill the soldiers who dared to shoot at him, David suddenly remembered something.

He glanced at those brave people who were not afraid of death and thought it was big news when he appeared and rushed towards his live camera, and frowned.

The next moment, purple lightning flashed, and the figure that seemed to be at the level of life and whose momentum was crushing and suffocating disappeared from the place.

One second, two seconds, several seconds passed, and the scene was still silent.

"Go...go?"

It wasn't until a timid guy in the crowd sat down on the ground as if exhausted that everyone came back to their senses.

"Where did he go?"

Holding guns from left and right, they still couldn't find the terrifying figure. The soldiers with their hearts in their throats relaxed slightly and looked at each other. For some reason, they felt as if they had walked in front of the God of Death.

"Okay...it seems like he's gone."

"Damn it, report to the base, there may be unknown organisms heading towards the base!

The military sergeant hurriedly shouted into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. After speaking, he glared hard at the soldier who leaked military secrets.

"Just wait for the court martial."

But the words that usually make all the soldiers change their expressions no longer have any deterrent effect at this time.

Seeing the purple figure leaving, the soldier's face showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

No one knew the fear he felt when he was only a few dozen centimeters away from the pair of high-temperature purple lights. As long as he could survive, he was willing to go to military court as many times as he wanted.

…

"It's not bent? What is the material of this syringe made of?"

Luther was slightly surprised.

On the screen, a scientific researcher wearing protective clothing was holding a metal syringe, the needle flashing with cold light, trying hard to prick Superman's skin, but it was like poking tough high-density rubber and could not be broken.

"How could it not work?"

Sam Lane thought he had lost face and looked ugly.

This monster's skin is actually harder than Prometheus metal, which is banned from circulation by the military and is classified as top secret?

"Well……"

Clark weakly opened his eyes.

He remembered that he successfully intercepted the train and used that strange protective force field with unprecedented strength, but as soon as he stopped the train, his vision went dark and he fainted.

"Where am I?"

A silent room, cold shackles, and a person next to him whose heartbeat began to accelerate nervously. Is there something sharp poking the blood vessels in his arm?

"Whoever caught me, let me go!"

Clark tried to break free, but his limbs were weak and he couldn't muster the strength. No matter how weak he was, he could still break free from the shackles on his body. His condition was not right. Someone had given him some medicine.

"It's already too much. It's human power that limits its power."

Seeing Clark open his eyes, as if he was just seeing a gorilla used in an experiment wake up, Luther looked calm and pointed out the crux.

The metal used to make this needle was stronger than any alloy he knew of on the market, but the person holding it was too weak.

Not to mention that this kind of metal may not be as powerful as Superman's body. Even iron tools cannot break through wood of average hardness if they don't have enough strength to support it.

"General Lane, is this metal for sale?"

Luther thought about his armor. If the armor he developed was entirely made of this metal, he would have the intention to wear it and fight head-on with this so-called Superman.

Plus, there's his...

"Using a hydraulic press and a syringe, I don't believe I can't break his skin!"

Regardless of Luther's words, Sam Lane grabbed the microphone and ordered angrily.

"Let me go, General Lane? Are you from the national military?!"

The conversation between the two fell into his ears through dozens of walls. As Clark struggled in panic and anger, the steel electric chair fixed to the ground shook.

Researchers are afraid of retreating.

"Why are you arresting me!"

Remembering that this creature could violently stop a high-speed train traveling at full speed, the base staff hurriedly pressed the button.

A strong electric current coursed through Clark's body. His muscles all over his body spasmed, and steam came out of his clothes, but he was still struggling.

As the current continued to rise, Clark could only feel steam coming out of his hair and groaning once or twice, but his body was still intact.

"General, the voltage has been increased to maximum!"

The soldier at the console turned back in horror, wondering what this guy's body was made of.

"Electricity doesn't work, try sonic weapons!"

As if he were an outsider, Luther gave calm and quick advice.

Buzz!

The two sonic weapons made a dull sound, blasting out sound beams that hit Clark's ear canal accurately. His eardrums, which were too fragile compared to his skin, were like leather drums that had been violently beaten, and his head buzzed.

"ah!!……"

This time there were no longer one or two weak grunts, Clark screamed, as if iron rods were inserted into his head from both sides and stirred.

His body was stiff, his brain was blurred, and he was sweating profusely. It was like he had been on a roller coaster for a hundred times. The world was spinning, and his little strength was no longer used, making it difficult to struggle.

"Superman, wherever you are in the universe, you don't exist in the global database. You, a despicable alien, must be the vanguard of the plan to conquer the earth!"

Luther changed his calm tone and used a fierce voice, as if he was a completely narrow-minded racist, and shouted with certainty.

"No, I am not!"

Although he clearly saved the citizens but was treated like this, Clark, who was in pain, yelled angrily because he was wronged.

"no?"

Luther's pupils shrank when he heard this, and his heart was shaken.

Normal people would obviously care more about denying that they are ridiculous aliens, but this guy instinctively focused his denial on the pioneer soldiers who conquered the earth.

"Interesting, you really are an alien."

"Let me go!

Then what are you?

I can't hear your heartbeat, I can't hear the blood flowing in your veins. "

Clark shouted.

Even if his eardrums were bombarded by sonic weapons, he could still hear the person speaking through the speaker in another room dozens of walls away.

But the person making the sound had no heartbeat, no sound of human blood flowing, no subtle sound of gastrointestinal peristalsis... definitely not human.

"No heartbeat?"

Sam's heart skipped a beat as he doubted whether it would be so easy to confirm that Superman was an alien. He looked at it with suspicion and secretly touched the pistol at his waist.

"Don't be nervous..."

Under the light bulb, Luther smiled calmly and was about to explain something.

A team leader with a walkie-talkie rushed in: "General, soldiers in the city reported that an extremely fast, unknown humanoid creature is expected to attack the base."

The squad leader glanced at Superman on the screen.

"Maybe I came to save him."

"David?"

Clark, who was in a bad situation and somewhat desperate, felt happy when he heard this. All he could think of was his brother.

"Are they your kind? How many of your alien kind are lurking on the earth?"

Sam Lane's expression changed drastically. He picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to issue an order, ordering the base's fighter planes, tanks, and all combat units to enter the first level of combat readiness.

But suddenly!

Bang bang bang!

There were roars one after another, and gravel flew.

In just one second, dozens of thick reinforced concrete walls that were built with the minimum ability to withstand rockets were smashed into large holes like paper.

A figure as fast as purple lightning almost crashed through the entire base. With a powerful momentum, it appeared in the secretly monitored room.

Clark was found who had been taken away.

After looking at Clark's miserable state while being strapped to the interrogation electric chair, David's face darkened and he turned to look at the camera.

“It’s good to be curious.

You must be ready to bear the price of exploring some secrets! "