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

"Don't worry, Mr. Jack."

In the manor office, Luther leaned forward, crossed his arms, as if a prehistoric crocodile finally showed its bloody mouth, and sneered, "A wonderful new life is waiting for you."

"My...my name is Nickerson."

"That's in the past, I'll give you a new identity, surnamed Jack, what's your name?

Baker? Benson? Why not call him Johnson? "

His tone was as if he was deciding what to eat for lunch today, weaving the rest of his life wantonly. Nixon felt like he was falling into an abyss, and his spine felt chilly.

"What's your profession? Killer, drug dealer, gangster, terrorist?"

All of them have identities that inevitably lead to being wanted for murder.

"Look, I can give you your money back."

He swallowed and quickly put the bag on the table.

Family, work, friends... He couldn't accept that everything he had built in the first half of his life had left him.

“Is this how my money started out?”

Luther raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Nickerson quickly took out the money from the bag with trembling hands and feet, placed piles of money back in their place, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and seemed to be looking at a devil who could decide his life, life and death with one word, and looked at Lu nervously and fearfully. Se, showing an ugly smile.

"Mr. Luther..."

"You think you can blackmail me?

Do you think I am a spoiled young man who needs to be protected by me? "

Luther stood up slowly and forcefully, with an expression as if he was an evil spirit who wanted to devour anyone. His voice suddenly became louder, making Nickerson tremble all over and almost kneel down in fear.

“You are not the first person to think so, the person I made disappear never appeared again!

What kind of people do you think dominate this country? "

"Lu...Mr. Luthor, what do you want me to do?"

As if facing a shocking wave that would hit him at any time and turn him into a pulp, Nickerson was so frightened that he begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

"You are considered a leader among metropolitan reporters, and you are not even as good as me in terms of information channels about the lower level. I want you to investigate some things for me in secret!"

"You...please say it."

"There was a family named Kent who farmed in this town."

Luther turned around and opened the curtains, and the light came in, but it couldn't penetrate his dark eyes.

"I want their information, every detail!"

"I will."

Nickerson hurriedly nodded and agreed: "I will definitely do it for you."

"besides……"

"What else, Mr. Luther?" Seeing Luther turning around and sweeping towards him, he quickly lowered his head like a loyal servant.

"This is a magical town."

Luther raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the manor outside again, and said softly and slowly.

"Although I have only been here for a few days, I have seen a corner of her mysterious veil, which makes me dream."

First there was Clark, who was knocked off a bridge by a sports car traveling at 200 miles per hour but escaped unhurt and saved his life.

It follows a female high school student who somehow manages to turn into his appearance and rob a bank.

There were also all kinds of weird things going on in the small town that he had just seen online.

"I want to know everything about her mystery!"

"You will get your wish, Mr. Luther."

After sending away the reporter he had just adopted as a dog, Luther watched him drive away, slowly took a sip of wine, and murmured with a low smile.

"Thank you, Nickerson.

Fortunately, it was a stupid and coward like you who discovered one of my vulnerabilities in advance instead of other more troublesome guys.

And just when I was short of manpower, you came to my door. "

…

"What are your names, gentlemen?"

In the nursing home, Cassandra, who had white eyes and gray hair, smiled kindly.

"My name is Clark." "David Kent."

Clark announced his name first, and David also spoke.

"Brother Kent?

Come sit down. "

The gentle old woman pointed to the bed not far away.

"Ma'am, I heard you can predict the future?"

The two sat down, and Clark glanced at his younger brother, believing that after meeting several ability users in a row, he now had the same idea as him. He turned his head and hesitated, but couldn't help but ask: "Is it true? "

Who wouldn’t be curious about the future.

Especially knowing that this prediction of the future may not be fake.

“The first time it happened, I thought it was a curse, a hallucination.

As long as you have physical contact with someone, uncontrollable events will appear before your eyes. "

Cassandra smiled.

“Later I found out that it was God’s gift to make up for my loss.”

Clark was surprised.

The old lady in front of me didn't seem to care about hiding her abilities at all, and she casually told people she met for the first time.

He began to have some doubts, was the other party really a capable person?

Only a liar can't wait to show off and talk.

However, what happened to Peter just now proved something magical.

"Clark, stop thinking about the disrespectful things."

Unlike Clark, David confirmed that the other party could really predict the future, and said slowly.

"I think when you reach Ms. Cassandra's age, you will also treat some things indifferently."

Looking carefully again, the old lady did give people a feeling of being as calm as water after passing through the years. Clark suddenly understood and apologized quickly.

"Sorry, Ms. Cassandra."

"It doesn't matter." The old woman smiled nonchalantly.

"When was your first precognition?"

Clark has always had a suspicion that all strange things in the town seem to happen after the meteorite rain.

He had a very strong hunch as to whether those ability users were related to meteorites, but there was no evidence to be sure.

"One morning, I woke up as usual, and then a meteorite fell and hit the wheat field in front of my house. The doctor judged that the flash burned my optic nerve, which changed my life in just a moment."

"Sorry." Looking at the old woman telling the past events calmly, Clark looked unnatural and his voice was dull.

The meteorite rain came with him, and it was he who brought disaster that changed many people's lives.

"It's not your fault, kid."

Cassandra laughed, thinking he was sorry for bringing up the blindness.

"Kindness is a good thing."

Seeing Clark with guilt in his eyes, David meant something: "But there are some things in the world that are beyond your control, my brother."

He was forced to come to Earth, not by his own choice. Don't always put the burden on yourself.

Being comforted by his younger brother, Clark felt a little better.

At the same time, he was a little confused, how could his brother comfort himself with such a small emotion for the first time.

"Since then, I can no longer see the present in front of me, but I can see the future of others."

As she spoke, her voice was gentle and she slowly stretched out her hand.

"Kid, do you want to try?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Clark hesitated a little, whether activating that ability would consume his physical strength or something.

I am here as a volunteer to accompany the elderly to study, not to let the elderly help me figure out the future.

At the same time, outside the room, a tall and beautiful black-haired figure walked silently, like a hunter who was good at sneaking in the jungle, quietly came to the door, pressed his back against the wall, and listened inside.

"Occasionally, we can only glimpse the light in other people's futures."

David pondered.

"That's why you often help people predict the future and give you guidance, Ms. Cassandra?"

It can be seen that this old woman is somewhat inexplicably active in helping people predict the future.

"Kid, you are very smart."

Cassandra nodded approvingly in his direction.

“The world is so beautiful, colorful, with clouds as white as cotton, beautiful greenery, and a clear blue sky.

Light is always better than darkness, especially to a person who has ever had sight. "

She said with a nostalgic tone.

After hearing this, Clark no longer hesitated and stretched out his hand to the kind blind old woman in front of him.

"Trouble, ma'am."

The update is a little late, and I wrote four to five hundred more words.