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

The black luxurious limousine drove slowly on the road.

The car was very quiet. Luther sat quietly in the back seat, quickly sliding the tablet to deal with the company's affairs, and looking up through the car window from time to time.

Two armed bodyguards sat opposite, looking serious and alert, saying nothing.

call out!

Suddenly, a blue figure crossed the sky, landed steadily, and blocked the way of the car.

Clark folded his arms, stood upright in the sun, and forced the car to stop.

"It's super... superman!"

The driver of the car stepped on the brakes, and the two bodyguards quickly got out of the car. They used the car door as a cover and pointed their pistols at Clark.

Bang.

"Put the gun away."

Luther's eyes darkened, he smiled and waved orders, and he looked at Clark.

"If the famous Superman wants to do something against me, what use can the guns in your hands do?"

"I believe he would not harm an innocent citizen at will."

He didn't notify anyone along the way, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end. If he had anything to do, he would write on his tablet to instruct his subordinates, but he was still stopped on the way to the company.

"It's a pity that you are not innocent, and the person here is not a human being."

Clark no longer had the good impression he had before on Luthor, who used the lives of thousands of citizens as a joke to deceive him into being captured.

Red lasers lit up in his eyes, and the bionic robot Luther was melted by the high temperature in the next second, leaving only a pair of feet standing on the spot.

Steel bones and wires are exposed in the bionic rubber skin.

"This this……"

The two bodyguards opened their mouths in surprise, wondering when their boss had turned into a robot.

Luther appeared in the sun for the first time since a bionic robot was destroyed at the military base. Although this was just a test to see if he would be attacked, he was careful enough.

However, he was the only one in the entire metropolis who could walk on an iron frame, and he was still caught by Clark.

"Gentlemen, don't be frightened by what happened today. I suggest you continue doing this job."

"After all, it's not easy to find a bodyguard job where you don't have to worry about your employer's safety."

After taking care of Luthor's robot and making a joke to the two frightened bodyguards, Clark jumped away.

He looks like a big bird and jumps several miles back to the city. Standing on a tall building, he continues to monitor criminal activities in the city.

Under the golden sunshine.

Clark opened his eyes and pointed them at the sun.

In the gray world, a large spot of light occupied the center of his vision, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but it was no longer dark.

His eyes were recovering.

Before, Clark thought that with his strong body, even without eyes would be no problem, but Luther and the commander of the military base taught him a lesson.

"Brother is right, no matter how powerful other abilities are, they cannot replace eyes."

Fortunately, within just two days, his vision began to show signs of recovery.

"not only that……"

Clark clenched his fists. Under the warm sunshine, he felt like he was still a baby back in his mother's body. His body was getting stronger with every second.

"After passing out from exhaustion two days ago.

The body seems to feel urgency and danger, and its abilities grow faster. "

In just two days, Clark's abilities have been significantly enhanced in all aspects. Every new day, he can even defeat the person he was yesterday.

…

In an underground fortress.

Taking off the helmet-like controller of the remote control bionic robot, Luther looked ugly.

“Bionic robots were invented in the first place just as a precaution.”

Having inherited a huge fortune, he is likely to be targeted during this period. The bionic robot can bear the danger in place of his real body.

But he didn't expect that the current situation would be that he could only control the robot body to appear in the sun, and the real body could only hide underground where the sun could not be seen.

There's more than one bad news.

Luther tried to purchase the raw materials for casting the Iron Warriors to upgrade his armor and bionic robots, but was unceremoniously rejected by Sam Lane and warned him not to explore military secrets.

Even if he used some connections in the military and government, the result would be the same.

Some of the high-ranking military and government officials with whom Luther interacted did not even have access to information related to the Iron Warrior program.

laugh!

The experimental door is opened.

Luther calmly came to the laboratory on the third underground floor of the fortress.

"gentlemen."

A scientist who had just listened to a report by one of his scientific researchers came up, his tired face could not hide his excitement: "Our experiment has made a major breakthrough. The first experiment to modify the variability of three meteorites was successful."

Through the thick bulletproof glass, Luther frowned.

Bang bang bang!

The sharp rifle bullets hit the experimental subject and were bounced off by the indestructible skin. His body swayed and his skin mimicked, entering an invisible state.

The security tester holding the gun was silently approached before he could react, and the gun in his hand was taken away.

Hot temperatures appeared on the experimental subject's hands, the air was distorted, and the rifle melted into molten iron and dripped on the laboratory floor.

"How's it going, sir?"

The gray-haired, slightly bald elderly scientist had excitement in his eyes and asked Luther if he was satisfied.

If this project were carried out in the military, generals who are picky about their soldiers would applaud and admire the results of this experiment that one person can compete with a special operations force.

“Not bad, but not enough!”

But there was no trace of joy on Luther's face.

If he had learned the results of this experiment a few days ago, he would have been appreciative. Today, the situation was different, and he felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

"Dr. Jones, I have injected over a billion dollars into Project Typhon so far, and hired you a luxurious scientific research team.

The ultimate goal of this plan is to create a perfect biological weapon with thousands of abilities that can cope with all situations and defeat all enemies. "

"But now you have spent more than a billion dollars and only completed the transformation technology of three capabilities?"

"Sir, with the bio-modification technology that has multiple abilities, it is only a matter of time before there are a hundred or even a thousand abilities."

warns a scientist who is highly respected in the scientific community and has won a Nobel Prize.

One versus zero is a breakthrough, and three versus one is also a huge breakthrough. This is why he is so happy about it. It can be said that this plan has been 80% successful.

"I know.

But the problem is that I can't wait that long. "

Luther waved his hand impatiently, refusing to refuse.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will participate in your project and conduct research with you, striving to complete the 'Typhon' project as soon as possible."

Typhon, the father of all monsters in Greek mythology, has hundreds of monster-like heads, and is huge and towering up to the sky. He is the descendant of monsters such as the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the hydra Hydra, and the three-headed hell dog Cerberus. The source of the bloodline, once defeated the God King Zeus and brought endless fear to the Olympus gods.

Luther named the project after this name, firstly because these abilities came from those who were affected by meteorites and had strange abilities, and secondly because he had extraordinary expectations for it.

"A monster so powerful that it can kill gods!" He pressed the console with both hands and looked at the experimental subjects inside, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

The original plan was for him to create the perfect biological weapon for his own use.

"Now plans have to change."

In Norse mythology, Odin, the god-king, sacrificed an eye and hung himself upside down on the World Tree for seven days and nights in order to gain supreme wisdom.

If he wants to walk freely in the sunshine again instead of hiding in a dark bunker forever, he may have to pay some price, such as transforming himself.