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

David had little interest in Clark's proposal.

He just wants to protect his family. He has no intention of being a superhero like Clark, running around for strangers he doesn't know, and suffering from misunderstandings and suspicions from time to time, and even a little moral kidnapping from time to time.

“And, apart from anything else, you’ve never liked the way I do things.

I'm afraid that not long after the so-called vigilante group is established, you will fight with me because you want to stop me from doing anything. "

David stood up from the recliner and glanced at Clark.

"I don't want my parents to worry when they see us taking action against each other."

He patted him on the shoulder.

"So...it's still exempt."

Clark, who was holding the coffee, was silent for a moment.

His younger brother broke into the military base to save him, but he didn't want him to hurt the soldiers who opened fire on him. He always wanted to leave with him quickly to avoid more people dying at his hands. Did he go too far?

"Remember Lex Luthor?"

"Remember."

Clark looked up, wondering why David suddenly mentioned this matter.

He saved Lex Luthor's life. If it weren't for the pickup truck he gave him, by chance, he wouldn't have known his life experience so quickly.

"Lex has stopped appearing in the town recently. His father, Lionel Luthor, had a car accident not long ago. He took over his father's group. He should be in a state of heavy shock and worry about the group's affairs."

Clark looked sympathetic.

"I'm not asking you about the news that was published in the newspaper."

David shook his head.

Luther's situation was a little weird yesterday, and I couldn't help but make people care.

He is a genius in technology, and the armor he invented is very powerful even if it is not against Superman.

But yesterday, the bionic robot was almost fake and real. It was far beyond the current normal human technology. It should not have been built by the young Luther.

"Now that it's over, I have a night to think about what happened yesterday.

You should be able to tell that what happened yesterday was a conspiracy against you. "

David told what he saw yesterday.

"I met Luther at the military base yesterday. I suspect that he is the one who made the plan. He used the lives of a train of people as bait to get you to take the bait."

Clark frowned for a moment, remembering.

"The sound sounded very familiar to me yesterday, even though it was slightly distorted by the speakers.

Looking back now, I feel a bit like Lex. "

In fact, after comparing the memories in his brain, he was 100% sure.

There were nearly a thousand lives on that train. It was unbelievable that someone could be so heartless, and it was the person whose life he had saved. This made him feel very bad.

"However, it seems that it was not him who was in the base yesterday."

There was no heartbeat, no blood flow...it couldn't be a normal creature.

"It's just a robot."

David nodded in confirmation of his findings.

"robot?"

"David, what do you want from me?"

Clark listened to his brother's words and guessed that he should have something for him to do.

"Staring at Luther, I promised yesterday that he would have to live in a gutter where he cannot see the light forever.

But I have more important things to do than keep an eye on him for now. "

"As soon as he appears in front of the public in his robot form, destroy him."

Clark wouldn't do it easily, but Luther didn't have the guts to show up in public again.

"no problem."

Hearing that his brother actually asked him to do something, Clark couldn't wait to agree.

"However, speaking of it, the cause of this incident is still myself." His shoulders slumped slightly.

If it was just a robot, he wouldn't have any psychological burden. He would find out whether Luther planned what happened yesterday and had someone actually plant the bomb.

"When the evidence is found, I will not just stare at him, I will personally send Luther to prison."

Clark clenched his fists.

“That man is cunning.

You may not be able to find it. "

David shook his head, not optimistic that Superman could easily find evidence: "Especially if the military is involved in that matter."

"..."

Clark was silent. He was not a naive child. He knew that everything would become complicated when it came to officialdom and politics. After all, the judge responsible for judging cases and sentencing was part of a huge machine called the federal government.

"Speaking of the military, before I go on tour, I have to visit someone."

David whispered to himself.

The mutable Prometheus metal can give people superpowers. He glanced inside the room and his eyes flashed again.

"who?"

…

The United States, Mexico, is a five-story modern villa located by the lake. It is an erected white dish-shaped building, full of streamlined beauty and high-tech sense from head to toe.

"Everything is normal in the southeast A4 area."

An elite bodyguard dressed in black patrols the jungle near the lake with a hound, constantly communicating through pocket headphones to see if there are any abnormalities.

"b14 is normal..."

The security here even exceeds that of the president of a small country.

Because the owner of this lakeside villa is one of the richest men in the world, Steve Dayton. He is a well-known industrial tycoon in the world, and his group is involved in various industries such as military, medical, automobile, rocket, etc. Factories are spread all over the world.

In the laboratory.

The middle-aged Steve Dayton looks like he hasn't slept for days and nights, his hair is as messy as a bird's nest, and his eyes have thick dark circles. He is as handsome, energetic, and a little bit like he often appears on the cover of interviews. Totally inconsistent with the image of aggression.

His eyes were bloodshot, but the exhaustion on his face could not conceal his excitement.

"It's done, my masterpiece."

After completing the last solder joint, he took off the eyepiece and looked at the helmet in front of him as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

On the experimental bench, a silver titanium alloy helmet lies there quietly. It looks like a ski helmet that can be seen everywhere. But only Steve Dayton, who invented and created it himself, knows the technology contained in this helmet. .

It involves the most mysterious areas of human beings - the brain and spirit.

"As long as you wear it, you can strengthen your brain function, stimulate your mental energy, and achieve telepathy and even mental control."

The result of his hard work was finally completed. Looking at the helmet, Steve's mouth went dry for a while. He took the water glass next to him and drank heavily. He wiped his mouth vigorously and stretched out his hands deeply, ready to try it on.

"Steve Dayton, not only do you have a strong business mind, you are also a rare genius inventor."

A young and magnetic voice suddenly came.

"But isn't that a bit reckless?"

His whole body trembled, like a frightened rabbit, Steve turned his head suddenly and saw a young figure leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking at him in a relaxed and casual manner.

It seems that this is not the underground secret laboratory he built at a cost of hundreds of millions of dollars, but the entrance of a random supermarket on the street.

The surface of the human body exudes a deep purple light, and the whole person looks like a purple human-shaped celestial body.

"Purple Light Man?"

When an outsider invaded the laboratory, Steve's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly put on the helmet on the table, pressed the button, and a burst of red light appeared in the gap of the helmet. He breathed a sigh of relief, regained some confidence, and smiled.

"I didn't bring Superman here, why did you come to me?"

"You know me?"

Regarding the simple and casual nickname of Purple Light Man, David has not thought about debuting as a superhero for the time being, so the title does not matter.

"Remember that I just appeared in front of everyone yesterday. It seems that you have always been interested in supernatural things?"

He glanced at the helmet he had just invented on Steve's head.

"certainly."

His palms became sweaty, but Steve kept smiling and secretly tried to use the increased mental power of the helmet to read David's mind.

This monster, who could single-handedly capture a military base and defeat the Zero Armor, wanted to do something to him.

But after a lot of effort, sweat broke out on my forehead due to exertion, and my face looked like constipation, but I couldn't read anything.

"Did my mental amplification helmet fail?

impossible! "

Steve stared, unable to accept that his years of research results were a failure.

"There's nothing wrong with your helmet, but it's just too weak."

David's casual words made Steve's face darken.