Marvel’s Superman

As the gangster wearing the "President Jefferson" mask fell, the metallic luster on his skin slowly receded, returning to his normal appearance.

Lana, who was riding on the red horse, looked at Clark with shocked eyes, as if she couldn't believe it.

The latter quickly withdrew his hands, acting bewildered, as if he was caught by the teacher for truancy.

Usually, the identity of a superhero is my biggest secret.

Once discovered, it can always cause some troublesome incidents.

Fortunately, people on the track turned their backs on their horses, and it was extremely chaotic.

No one else noticed except Lana.

Otherwise, Clark doesn't even know what to do.

"A kryptonite mutant."

Luke Shishiran stepped down from the stand and said with a pouted corner of his mouth.

Through super vision penetrating the flesh and skin, he saw that the cells in the body showed signs of mutation by kryptonite radiation.

Fortunately, it was not a long-term exposure and did not cause cancer.

This guy was half paralyzed by his little cousin's lightning whip + Wang Ba Punch, and he may have to spend his next life in a wheelchair.

Speaking of which, why is Superman becoming more and more bat-like?

Not willing to kill, but can be maimed.

Before meeting Batman, he had already taken his shape.

Tsk tsk, worthy of being a good friend of a quilt.

"Kryptonite?"

Clark looked puzzled.

He didn't know what kryptonite was yet.

"Every time you approach Lana, do you feel weak, extremely weak, and even have trouble breathing?"

Luke looked at the empty arena where the crowd was scattered, the smoke rising and rolling, gradually subsided.

The bank robber trying to get revenge on Clark disrupts the equestrian competition by breaking out halfway.

The other party may not know where to receive the irradiation of kryptonite, and then obtain the ability to mutate.

Luke was doing a simple analysis with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

It wouldn't hurt to wear a small piece of kryptonite around like Lana.

Only those who receive a large amount of radiation for a long time, causing the cells to mutate, will become short-lived superpowers.

Less than two weeks after the bank robbery, the "President Jefferson" was transformed into a kryptonite mutant.

Such a fast infection rate means that the other party is likely to be hit by a large amount of radiation in a short period of time.

That is, he knew of a place with a lot of kryptonite.

"Fortunately, Clark didn't kill him, and there should be some useful information after that."

Luke used his super eyesight to scan the town, but he couldn't find a large number of kryptonite fragments buried anywhere.

"Yes, Chloe called me 'Crush Period Syndrome'."

Hearing the big cousin's question, Clark scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

He and Lana have been neighbors since childhood, going to and from school together every day.

If it weren't for the discomfort of being close to each other, maybe Clark had successfully confessed and won him, where would he get that damn quarterback boyfriend.

"The green meteorite on Lana's necklace is a polished kryptonite fragment."

Luke saw that the smoke was about to dissipate, and thought that if he delayed any longer, the town police and Lex, as well as Clark's parents, might arrive.

He directly took his little cousin to the ground, flew high into the sky, and disappeared on the field.

"Kryptonite is a mineral from outside the earth. The radioactivity it produces will make... Saiyans lose all abilities and enter a state of weakness."

Luke explained.

"Then why aren't you affected?"

Clark's heart moved, no wonder the eldest cousin reminded himself before, remember to ask Lana to take off the necklace.

Then, he suddenly remembered.

Luke appears to have been in contact with Lana a few times and doesn't show a weak response.

"Because I'm a Super Saiyan."

Luke stood above the clouds and replied strangely.

"So the radioactivity of kryptonite has no effect on me."

Super Saiyan...

Clark was a little confused.

I don't know what it means, but it feels great.

"How am I going to explain it later? Lana just saw it, how did I defeat that mutant!"

Clark remembered Lana's surprised eyes, and his heart was a little complicated.

Full of coursing, mixed with panic, and at the same time overwhelmed...

Even the adoptive parents don't know about the fact that he is a superman.

Clark lives a double life every day.

While enjoying the various compliments and reports from the Metropolis on Superman;

On the other side is the unremarkable small-town boy.

The secret identity of the superhero is discovered by the object of the crush, which can actually satisfy young people who are keen to show off their personality in front of the opposite sex.

Of course, Clark wasn't that naive.

Only at the very beginning, he had a hint of inexplicable coursing.

When they calmed down, they all turned into panic.

What if Lana doesn't want to keep the secret?

Clark was a little worried if the big cousin would think he screwed up all this, and kicked him out of the Superman family in anger.

"Your internship is over."

The little cousin was uneasy, and the classic lines of those unscrupulous bosses who fired subordinate employees in the movie echoed in his mind.

"I believe that with your relationship with Lana, she will keep a secret for you."

Luke didn't guess Clark's mental activity and replied casually.

He cares more about Lex's follow-up than Lana learning about Superman's identity.

The clever godson, who has always been observant, may have detected some clues.

After the last bank robbery, Lex took special interest in Clark.

Although it is said that they practice fencing together every day, they have established a deep friendship.

But considering Lex's character and shrewdness, Luke does not rule out the idea that he has a close contact with Clark to investigate the truth behind it.

"My relationship with Lana... We are just ordinary classmates."

The little cousin's voice revealed a hint of depression.

"Clark, you know that few girls can resist the temptation to be a superhero girlfriend."

Luke's strict secrecy of Superman's identity doesn't take it seriously.

According to his plan, this is information that will be made public sooner or later.

Only when Clark Kent, the son of a peasant from Kansas, this label overshadows Superman, an orphan of Krypton, can the younger cousin be more easily accepted and recognized.

Behind the seemingly powerful title of "God on Earth", it often also represents a certain vigilance and distance.

"is that so?"

Clark scratched his head, and when he put on his Superman uniform and hovered high above Metropolis, he was really welcome.

Every time they rescue innocent people in a fire scene, or prevent a car accident... Those people are so happy that they can't wait to rush up to take a photo to sign autographs.

The most exaggerated is that not long ago he successfully landed a crashed passenger plane.

One of the beautiful flight attendants who survived the disaster was so enthusiastic that she even unbuttoned her blouse to have Clark sign her signature on her chest.

Superman, who is still underage, has never seen such a battle.

Looking at the purple lace and white skin, Clark couldn't help blushing, and then ran away in fright.

He is as innocent as he is, and he has never even watched a restricted movie.

Not to mention, looking directly at a woman's body.

"certainly."

Luke nodded, responding to his little cousin.

"The premise is that she has not experienced her boyfriend disappear mysteriously every night, and is often kidnapped and hijacked by the villain..."

Clark: "..."

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Smart people are always different. They can often find the essence or law of the world's operation from a small thing.

For example, the most famous apple in the world is said to be the reason why Newton later proposed the law of universal gravitation.

Or when Archimedes was taking a bath, he solved the King's "Golden Crown Mystery" and obtained the law of buoyancy.

The veracity of these stories may be questionable.

But there is no doubt that being good at observation is one of the good habits for accumulating wisdom.

Lex returns to the mansion, startled by the shooting at the racetrack during the day.

Although there is a saying, "Free America, gunshots every day".

Klex grew up in a wealthy area with outstanding security and went to a private aristocratic school. He was picked up by bodyguards and drivers when he traveled.

There is not much knowledge about the chaotic, squalid slums.

He was sitting in the stands, waiting for his good friend Clark to show his skills and make a show.

Who knew the starter shot into the audience, wounded an innocent, and later killed the godfather's thoroughbred horse.

By the time the submachine guns fired into the sky, everyone had already dispersed.

Trapped by the panicked crowd, Lex shouted Clark's name, but no one responded.

He later returned to the field, the man in the "President Jefferson" mask, who had just been carried on a stretcher.

Clark, on the other hand, was very honest and recorded a confession with the police.

According to his answer, it was Superman who saved him.

"Superman again..."

Lex frowned. He always felt that something was not right. Clark seemed to be hiding something from himself.

"He's been staring at Lana's chest just now."

Although he didn't know each other for a long time, Lex asked himself how much he knew about Clark.

He's not very good at lying, let alone staring at the chest of his crush like a satyr.

Usually, this guy is nervous even looking at Lana, how could he be so bold all of a sudden?

A vague intuition reminded Lex that Clark must be hiding something.

This inference made his eyes light up slightly, as if he had discovered some interesting activity.

"Detective Lex Luthor is about to go out."

Lex said proudly.

He treats it as a pastime.

It's like getting bored after breakfast and passing the time with the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.

"First find a way to get the gangster's confession, and then... it's Lana, there is something strange about her, that's why Clark pays special attention."

Lex snapped his fingers, his execution has always been outstanding, and without the slightest hesitation, he began to make plans.

"Cave, meteorite..."

A few days later, using the bargaining chip of "request a lawyer", Lex got a lot of useful information from the bank gangster who was lying on the hospital bed and his lower body was paralyzed.

According to "President Jefferson", in order to avoid the pursuit of the police, he did not flee along the road, but abandoned the car and hid in the dense forest more than ten kilometers away from the town.

Then he accidentally fell into an uninhabited cave, and the rock walls inside were covered with all kinds of green ores, like clusters of growing plants.

The other party stayed cautiously for about a week and found that his body had undergone tremendous changes.

The skin is like metal, hard as steel.

After repeated tests and confirmation of invulnerability, the "President Jefferson" decided to return to the town, kill the bad boy, and loot the bank vault by the way.

This was the plan that came out of his stupid muscle-stuffed brain.

The conversation only went so far, and Lex's visit time was over.

He failed to go further and asked who Superman really was and what he looked like.

"The ore that gives people super powers..."

Lex's face twitched twice, forcibly suppressing his inner excitement.

But his clenched hands already revealed an uneasy mood.

"Do you want to tell the godfather?"

Almost immediately, Lex thought of Luke.

But he immediately dismissed the idea, it might just be a lie made up by bank gangsters.

I haven't confirmed it, and rushing to claim credit, I'm afraid it will attract ridicule.

Lex pondered, thinking of what the bank robber said, there was a piece of unusual ore hidden in the trunk of a jeep.

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"Lex? Lex!"

That afternoon, Clark, as usual, came to Lex's house.

Although the equestrian competition was forced to be suspended and ended, the fencing can still continue.

Besides, Clark was more willing to get along with friends than to face his big cousin, at least it wouldn't be any pressure.

Luke is sometimes not serious and likes to say weird things that people can't understand.

But perhaps because of the Kryptonian's keen intuition, he always felt that when he stood in front of the other party, a stone was crushed in his heart.

Maybe this is the sense of oppression that Super Saiyans have on lower-level warriors?

"Is the door closed..."

Clark rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response.

He reached out and pushed the door, and with a "squeak" sound, the thick mahogany-clad copper door revealed a gap.

"Lex!"

Clark probed twice, but still didn't respond.

So he walked in, went straight up the stairs to the second floor, and came to the study where Lex usually stayed.

"Why don't you talk at home?"

Seeing Lex sitting in front of the desk with his head lowered, Clark couldn't help complaining.

"I, no, listen, here."

Lex seemed to have a cold, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke every word.

His eyes stared straight at a tin box on the table, not looking at the approaching friend.

"You're a little weird, are you sick?"

Clark felt that something was wrong and approached.

"No. I'm, very, well."

Lex raised his head slowly and pulled out a stiff smile.

His eyes were full of fierce light, like a wild beast, exuding a violent aura.

Seeing this, Clark involuntarily stepped back.

Usually funny and humorous, Lex, who strives to show a gentle side, seems to have changed a person.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed the slender steel sword on the shelf beside him, and stabbed Clark directly.

"Lex, what are you doing?"

Clark was careless, didn't dodge, and was directly hit by the opponent's blow.

The sharp steel sword stabbed into the chest, bending in an astonishing arc, not even breaking through Superman's skin.

According to Clark's generous character, it is impossible for him to kill Lex.

So you can only shout, trying to wake up the other party, and keep retreating to avoid the attack.

Boom!

Clark hit the table, the tin box vibrated and the contents rolled out onto the carpet.

He looked over involuntarily and found that it was a dark and dark irregular spar.

The light on the surface seemed to reflect, causing Clark's eyes to narrow slightly.

He wanted to look away and continue to wake up the mad Lex, but there seemed to be another voice in his mind.

The roar resounded—

"Kill this ignorant dude! Crush his bones and let him die slowly in pain!"

"Stomping on his face hard is a punishment for showing off his little cleverness at ordinary times!"

"Clark Kent, you are the most powerful man in the world, why do you follow the rules!"

"You can do whatever you want!"

"..."

Clark put his head in his hands, trying to shake the hateful voice out.

"That voice is you, Clark, and you have to learn to accept him."

Lex's dark pupils twitched, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Get rid of those shackles and make yourself better, right?"

The veins on Clark's forehead burst, as if full of anger.

He looked at Lex who was chattering, strode forward, broke the steel sword that stabbed in the chest again, and raised his hand to knock the opponent out.

Boom!

Lex's body slammed hard against the wall and passed out.

"You are too noisy!"

Clark said in a grumpy tone that didn't fit his character.