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

Didi didi!

With the dazzling red and blue police lights flashing and the shrill sound of sirens, a large number of riot police with live ammunition arrived at the scene three blocks away in less than two minutes.

“Come on, guys, that guy’s up there.

He knocks out the others and takes Mr. Glen Morgan hostage. "

"Why don't you leave quickly? Is he waiting for us?

Does he want to provoke the police? "

The leading sergeant led a group of commandos to rush upstairs, his face extremely gloomy.

"Guys, please pay attention. The person being held hostage above is Mr. Metropolis. Be careful. He can fire us all with just one sentence."

Arrive at the floor where the crime occurred.

Several gangsters fell to the ground in a mess, some were thrown out of the room as if the door had been smashed, and some were thrown into the chandelier.

There are also several windows locked together by a section of the window railing, which is embarrassing and funny.

"Help, that guy is inside!"

One of the gangsters seemed to have seen a lifeline, pointing to the back room with a trembling voice.

Looking at the violently destroyed scene, the police sergeant looked grim. He waved his hand and ordered tactical actions, and his team members quietly touched up from both sides of the door.

"He jumped up to the 29th floor, faster than the wind, and threw us around. He even sprayed lasers from his eyes!"

Seeing the police who had always wanted to stay away, some people were frightened and could not control their panic and screamed.

"Be careful, what we encounter this time is unprecedented!"

After saying this, the police chief rushed into the house with a gun, followed by team members with serious expressions and holding assault rifles on both sides, showing their well-trained tactical qualities.

"Don't move!"

"Put down the hostages and surrender immediately!"

"Get away from where you're standing."

Hoo ho ho!

The slightly cold night breeze flowed into the room through the window, and the curtains on both sides were blown up.

The young figure in the blue T-shirt stood firmly on the edge of the balcony guardrail of the high-rise building, grabbing the waistband of his pants and effortlessly lifting a frightened man with one hand, like lifting a weightless feather.

"Mr. Glen Morgan?"

"Save me, save me!" The car was like an inconspicuous little box. Looking down at the dizzying height, Glen Morgan's face turned pale.

From a small gang leader to a gang boss, to a well-known charity tycoon and Mr. Metropolitan in the city, he has encountered countless people who opposed him and been shot countless times.

But this time is different, this guy is not a human at all, and even bullets can't hurt him.

"Put him down, you lunatic!"

Everyone was stunned by this scene, whether it was someone standing casually on the balcony railing on the 29th floor who would fall to pieces if not careful, or someone who could easily lift a person up with one hand.

"Of course, sir, I'll put him down in a minute."

Even though he couldn't see it, he knew how many black guns were pointing at him, and Clark still kept smiling.

"The premise is that he confesses to the cases he committed one by one and gets the punishment he deserves."

"There should be no distinction between high and low before the law, right?"

After speaking, he shook his arm, which scared Glen Morgan's heart and almost jumped out of his throat, but he did not confess and shouted hysterically.

"Come and protect me, he's a monster!"

"Put Mr. Glen Morgan down, or we'll shoot!"

"Young man, think of your family!"

The commandos pointed their guns angrily.

"Still don't want to say it?"

There was a harsh shout in his ears, and a look of grimness appeared on Clark's face.

Some time ago, a group of gangsters undoubtedly rescued a policewoman. Someone actually dared to use a helicopter to kidnap the policewoman who was a witness on the roof of the courthouse. The audacity was shocking.

He traced the case all the way, and after several days of monitoring, he discovered that the man behind the scenes was the well-known metropolitan philanthropist Glenn Morgan.

"You had your chance, Glen Morgan!"

Clark swung back indifferently, and Glen Morgan was like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc, screaming and falling headlong towards the hard asphalt road dozens of meters below.

"You crazy person!"

The Sheriff's eyes widened and he couldn't believe he had actually done that.

Doesn’t it mean that Superman has never dealt a serious blow to any robbers in the month since he appeared?

"Ah...ah!"

The wind roared in his ears, and Glen Morgan's heartbeat suddenly surged to over 200. He was so frightened that he felt like he was dead.

After just a second or two, it fell rapidly.

Seeing that he was about to fall onto the hard road and turn into a flower of flesh and blood that bloomed with the sound of cracking bones.

Uh-huh!

With a horrified and distorted face, he closed his eyes tightly, leaving less than ten centimeters above the ground.

A strong steel arm grabbed hold of his clothes.

The heavy inertia of the nearly 200-pound human body falling dozens of meters disappeared in an instant, and it could not even make the arm swing.

"How did you feel about the roller coaster just now?

Sir, I can go on as long as you like. "

Jumping downstairs at lightning speed, Clark held him up with one hand like a chicken, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

For example, the ticket seller at an amusement park suggests that the other party can experience their flagship attraction again.

"Enough, I say, I say it all."

Turning around in front of death, Glen Morgan's lips turned white. He could barely control the urge to urinate in his lower body, holding his head and shouting like he was losing his mind.

Bang!

Clark threw him to the ground and forced him to reveal his guilt one by one.

"I...I was once one of the largest gang leaders in the metropolis. I shot dozens of people with my own hands. I bribed city officials. I deceived everyone..."

Kneeling on the ground, the once famous Mr. Metropolitan revealed his bloody guilt with trembling hands.

Clark nodded imperceptibly.

If he had been in the past, he would never have acted like this, and it was almost like intimidation and torture.

However, he also learned some experience from his younger brother. It is useless to reason slowly with some people.

Click, click, click!

Like sharks that caught the smell of blood, the reporters outside the police cordon were filming Clark wildly, their spotlights flashing non-stop.

Several cameras were trained on him early in his appearance.

“You know the rules, Metropolitan.

Treat the citizens of this city well, or I will definitely find you! "

With a trembling Glen Morgan in the background, Clark faced the camera, stretched out his finger and snapped with some anger.

Glenn Morgan transformed from a gang leader to a charity tycoon and was awarded the title of Mr. City by the Metropolitan City. Mr. City was supposed to be a role model for the entire city's citizens.

The corruption revealed here is shocking.

He doesn't want the city he grew up in to slide into the abyss and become Gotham, which is only separated by one bank!

After saying that, under the excited eyes of the citizens, Clark stood up tens of meters and jumped over the tall building with a flying red cloak. His figure blended into the night sky and disappeared.

An ultra-clear camera on a helicopter not far away recorded the entire incident from beginning to end.

With so many cameras pointed at him, Clark thought it might just be a TV camera.

In fact, this is indeed the case, but that TV station belongs to the famous Luther Group in Metropolis.

…

When Clark returned home from the metropolis at close to seven or eight o'clock, before he entered the door and touched the doorknob, he heard a familiar strong heartbeat, and his eyes lit up.

"David, you are finally willing to come back."

Opening the door, Clark pretended not to care and said that his brother, who had been away from home for a month, returned home.

While chatting with his parents, saying that he had traveled to a paradise-like island, David turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that you are adapting well to the life of a reporter's assistant?"

The Clark in front of him was wearing a suit, and after not seeing him for a month, he actually showed a bit of maturity. His handsome face, coupled with a pair of blind glasses, gave people a sense of story that he wanted to explore.

What else did the two of them say?

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Clark.

Let's wash our hands together, it's time to eat. "

The food was already prepared on the dining table. Jonathan held his two sons in his arms and looked at them from left to right, with a happy red color on his face as if he was drunk, with a hint of nostalgia and excitement.

With a gentle smile on her lips, Martha looked at her husband and two sons while placing the dishes and cutlery.

In the past, my family was always around, so I didn't feel anything.

Nowadays, the eldest son is exposed to society early and is away from home all day long. The younger son goes out to travel, and the house is suddenly empty, which really makes the couple uncomfortable.

But think about it, this is only a matter of time. Sooner or later, the two sons will enter the society and have their own jobs. It makes people feel a little melancholy and want to cherish their current life.

I haven’t been home for a month. Although I kept talking on the phone during this period, it didn’t ease the longing of not being able to see my family.

David offered to leave for a few days, leaving Diana in charge of keeping an eye on her people as they practiced their dances.

Diana seems to think that since David has completed the impossible challenge, he should abide by his promise and regard David as king. He must have the proper attitude and not make any compromises, otherwise he will not be regarded as the king of Amazon at all.

She has always carried out David's orders very well, from dancing to harp practice.

"Judging from the refresh rate of the mood points that haven't dropped since leaving Paradise Island, it seems that Diana doesn't show any favoritism?"

After having a warm dinner with his parents, he felt the warmth and comfort that he had not experienced for a long time. David stood on the second floor of the attic and looked at the night sky, thinking to himself.

As a princess of the Amazon clan, Diana is quite majestic in front of her people.

quack.

The old wooden stairs creaked, and Clark walked up like a normal person.

"The astronomical telescope here is missing."

David looked back.

Where he used to stand, Clark's astronomical telescope had been placed for him to peek at Lana.

"Lana is gone and I am now in the same situation."

Clark shook his head.

The astronomical telescope lost its meaning to him.

"Your eyes are not healed yet?"

David frowned slightly.

A month has passed. If he had been exposed to the sun every day, Clark's Kryptonian physique would have resulted in just blindness.

“It’s not just eyeball damage.

Is it a curse? Or is it magic? "

"There is no sign of improvement and it may stay like this."

Clark was silent for a moment.

David, who was thinking about whether there was a way to solve this problem that he knew, raised his eyebrows, and heard a tone of no urgency in Clark's tone.

"Did you do as I told you to open your eyes and get some sunshine from time to time?"

His voice was filled with doubt.

"..."

His face looked a little unnatural. The blind Clark turned his head slightly away from his brother and looked at the night sky, as if he could see something.

For ordinary people, losing vision and falling into darkness is an extremely painful thing, but for Clark, it actually didn't cause that much trouble.

But David felt that there was another reason why Clark was not too concerned about this matter.

That's guilt.

The price charged by the wish stone is usually one of the things that people cherish. Clark must have been feeling guilty and afraid during this period of time. At that time, when he made a wish at will, it was very likely that the family would suffer great misfortune.

He was right.

The darkness of blindness is a kind of punishment, but it makes Clark feel a little relieved and makes his guilt less strong. At the same time, it also reminds him to think twice before doing anything again.

Even though that incident wasn't his fault.

"People should look forward and not be tortured by the past. This is the meaning of life."

David spoke slowly.

"Don't think that your body is stronger than steel, and losing your eyesight is nothing. You are walking on the edge of danger now."

"David...have you seen my news?"

Clark heard that his brother seemed to be pointing out something.

"No, I smell the smoke on you.

You were shot by several people not long ago, with enough bullets to kill an Asian elephant. "

David stood by the railing with his pockets in his pockets and glanced at him.

He rushed home all the way and saw his parents whom he missed, but he didn't have time to pay attention to the news in the metropolis.

Becoming Superman and transforming into the Son of Tomorrow is Clark's destined life path. It is not difficult to guess.

"You're always so sharp."

Clark smelled himself, and even after changing his clothes, there was still a faint smell left.

He thought there was no flaw in hiding his identity, but now he is regarded as a hero by many people in a city. As an elder brother, he lost in front of his younger brother again. He shook his head with a little regret.

But Clark didn't care much about David's questions.

"Although I don't want to mention that incident, the meteorite that was my weakness has disappeared from this world, and the guns and bullets of those evildoers cannot hurt me."

"The weakness disappears?

Not always. "

David shook his head.

It was because of this that he wanted to remind Clark not to rely on his body of steel unscrupulously and lose the vigilance he should have.

"What...what do you mean?"

Clark was stunned.

…

Luther Building.

In the top-floor office, Luther had a bald head, his hands folded in front of him, half of his face hidden in the shadow of the moonlight, and he kept flipping through the speeding video in front of him, which would not lose frames even if it was slowed down a thousand times. Eyes flashing.

Not long ago, he suddenly woke up in the manor and found that he had lost his memory of the past period, and the wish stone had disappeared.

It seems that he has made a wish and has a mind with strong scientific research talent.

And that night, Luther received the bad news that his capable father, Lionel Luther, the helmsman of the Luther Group, who had made countless business opponents fearful, had a car accident on his way home.

When he rushed to the hospital, his father had died of his injuries. He had not even seen his last face, only a cold corpse covered with a white cloth.

"Is this the price for my wish?"

Behind the desk, Luther, who lost his father who was always busy with business and never cared about him, now controls a multinational business consortium, has a complex and ugly look on his face, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Everyone should have seen today’s single chapter.

I didn't expect that in the early morning last night, the other person was up late at night and posted another post to attack me. Because I wanted to prove my innocence, I kept arguing with the author all morning, and finally ended the matter in the afternoon, so I wasted time. But today Four thousand words is still there.

I currently owe one update and will pay it back tomorrow, sorry.