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

"I didn't expect my father to testify for Lex."

Clark was still a little surprised when he got home in the evening.

During the day, Luther did stay at their fruit stall and never left their sight.

But Jonathan, Luther's father, who clearly didn't like Luther, actually stood up as a witness for Luther, helping him clear away certain suspicions.

David raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think father would lie to cause trouble for Luther?"

Clark scratched his chin and thought it was impossible. What he said just now was simply doubtful of what his father had taught him by words and deeds over the years.

"Honesty is a bright mirror that reflects your character. I don't want the mirror to be tainted for the sake of the Son of Luther."

When he came back from outside and heard his two sons talking, he took off his coat and Jonathan opened his hands.

"Especially in front of you, my sons."

Today, the fresh fruits from the farm were sold for a good sum of money. The hard work of planting has paid off. He was in a good mood and raised his voice slightly.

"I don't know who was late for a date with me when I was young. He obviously got up late but said his motorcycle broke down halfway."

Coming from behind, Martha shook her head.

“Sometimes a white lie doesn’t hurt.”

Jonathan was slightly embarrassed and hugged his wife gently, raising his eyebrows at his two sons.

"Otherwise, how could we have the warm home we have now?"

Well, despite the relaxed atmosphere at home, Clark could tell that his father's dislike of Luther remained unchanged.

“It’s really strange today, Luther hasn’t left the market.

Who robbed the bank? "

He recalled what happened during the day, and his words were somewhat confused.

"Luthor was seen by many people and it was him on the bank's CCTV."

"Maybe that robber looks a lot like Lex Luthor?"

In the kitchen, after washing her hands, her mother, Martha, started preparing dinner and looked back.

"Luthor came to the town not long ago. In fact, not many people are particularly familiar with him. Maybe he made a mistake."

She wiped the water drops on her hands and continued to smile.

"Jonathan remembers Jack King when we were in school. Except for his curly hair, he looked so much like our English teacher."

"He always likes to imitate the teacher's accent behind his back and speak in funny ways, before the teacher catches him in the office and invites his parents."

Jonathan also remembered interesting things from school.

Clark also agreed with this and spread his hands: "Maybe it's someone who thinks he looks a lot like Lex and thinks he can try his luck."

The police officer described the incident. Lex Luthor went to the bank to withdraw money, and the department manager excitedly received the bank's big customers.

But when it came time to sign, it didn't match the signature templates I had saved in the past.

“The bank manager just casually asked if he could see his driver’s license and wanted to help him handle business in another way.

As a result, he pulled out his gun... Fortunately, no one was injured in the end. "

Finally, he summarized the matter that was being discussed in the town.

However, Clark actually has another guess.

David, who had been silent since just now, looked at him. Both of them knew what the other was thinking, but they didn't say it in front of their parents.

Even if the parents know about the existence of people with abilities, it is better not to worry them as much as possible.

…

After dinner, the warehouse loft.

Breathing the cool night breeze and looking at the quiet wheat fields in the distance under the moonlight, David turned his head and looked at Clark, who had just sneaked back from outside.

"Where have you been?"

"nothing."

Clark scratched his head. During the day, David and Greg had a fight and destroyed the road. Now it was dark. He was afraid that someone would drive into the pit and cause a car accident, so he went to take a look.

"You are really kind."

After hearing what he said, David couldn't help but sigh.

“When I went there, the engineering team of the traffic company outsourced by the town to be responsible for road maintenance had just finished construction.

They were very confused by the damaged road surface and felt that even if more than ten tons of steel fell off the truck, it would not have been smashed into that shape. "

Clark talked about what he saw, glanced at David, and pretended to ask casually.

"David, how strong are you?"

"Want to strengthen the relationship between my brother and my brother through arm wrestling with me?"

David narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How old are you?"

"no……"

"That's right, I'm not interested in fighting with you either."

"It's time you practiced hiding your intentions when speaking, Clark."

He put his pockets in his pocket and looked out into the night.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with being sincere."

His brother always spoke to him in a tone that seemed to be more mature and smarter than him. Although this was often the case, Clark was still a little unhappy.

"oh?"

David sneered softly: "Do you dare to say that you just wanted to ask about my strength?"

"..."

The Son of Krypton was a bit embarrassed.

The question he just asked was indeed not simple.

I want to know David's power status from David, so that next time something like Greg happens, I will know what power is appropriate to use to stop him.

David sees through Clark's purpose.

"Stop it, I won't tell you."

After that, he added another sentence.

"Because to be honest, I don't know myself."

"David, do you think the person who pretended to be Luther to rob the bank would be a person with abilities?"

When Clark heard this answer, he pondered for a while in surprise and then asked.

I met two ability users one after another in a short period of time, which left a deep impression on them.

Now when he encounters strange things, like being almost bitten by a snake, and the rope looks like a snake, he starts to instinctively think in this direction.

"maybe."

David doesn't rule out the possibility.

But I don’t think that anything weird must be related to people with abilities.

"If he is truly a person with abilities, he might be able to withstand bullets with his body."

Clark looked slightly solemn.

Even Greg, who has hundreds of tons of strength, doesn't have this kind of defense. He may be a more powerful esper than Greg.

David nodded.

News spread in the town. According to witnesses, it could be clearly seen that the man was only wearing a light suit and did not look like he was wearing a body armor.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, apart from wearing a bulletproof vest, there is no other possible explanation for someone being shot twice in the back but escaping unscathed.

"Don't be afraid, bank robbers probably have no interest in the farm."

He patted Clark on the shoulder and turned to go down to the attic to sleep.

But Clark was a little worried that there was such a gangster who dared to rob banks hiding in the small town.

"Hopefully everyone else is okay too."

…

Kick, kick, kick!

Early morning morning.

An antique shop in a small town.

Catherine, who looked slightly older and had gray hair, ran up to the second floor of her apartment with a red schoolbag full of money and knocked eagerly on her daughter's door.

"Tina, where did you get this money?"

Tina, who had just washed her hair, came out of the room leisurely and wiped her hair casually with a towel.

"I told you, our lives were going to get better."

"Tell me, you didn't rob a bank yesterday." Catherine couldn't believe what she heard, and said to her daughter with the last bit of luck.

"Of course I didn't."

Tina, who has a high nose, pretty appearance and long reddish-brown hair, smiled.

Before Catherine could take a breath, she put down the towel, and a creepy and strange scene happened.

Kaka!

Tina's skin and flesh flowed like plasticine, and her appearance suddenly changed. Her figure grew taller, her frame widened, and she turned into a bald Luther, with a sneer on her face.

"Lex Luthor did it."