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

Night falls, the stars hang high in the sky, and the dark clouds float silently, quietly covering half of the moon.

Rickman returned home after spending the afternoon dealing with company matters.

A fire was lit in the fireplace, and under the light of the fire, he sat on the sofa chair with a gloomy expression on his face, like a wild beast that wanted to choose someone to devour.

Ever since he gained abilities during the meteorite rain more than ten years ago, Rickman has been going smoothly. He is no longer the small salesman who could talk to everyone and was almost fired, until now he has become famous.

"I haven't experienced the feeling of being threatened and embarrassed in a long time, man in blue!"

Several small pieces of soil from the soles of shoes found on the living room floor have been sent for testing, and the results will be available tomorrow.

“Then the soil from these farms will be sent to the Geological Survey Bureau for comparison.

It is not difficult to determine which farm person you are related to. "

Rickman's eyes were stern as he fiddled with several sealed test tubes.

These are the soil samples he quietly collected from those farms in the afternoon.

Soil testing is a very complicated thing. The organic and inorganic substances, bacteria, viruses, etc. contained in the soil in different places will show different data.

Especially the farm soil. Some farms raise cattle and sheep, and manure is mixed into the soil. Some farms plant corn, some plant wheat fields, and some plant fruits and vegetables. The fertilizers and brands applied are also different.

"From this point, it's not difficult to catch you, man in blue!"

From the time he signed the land acquisition contract until the man in blue suddenly appeared at home and threatened him at noon, it only took a few hours, and he was in a small rural town again.

He didn't believe that that guy was a masked vigilante who accidentally heard about this and came to deliver justice!

"It definitely has something to do with those farmers."

A gust of wind blew, the curtains were blown up, and the moonlight shone into the house like silver gauze.

On the sofa in the room, a figure appeared at some point.

"You are very attentive."

A deep voice came.

"who?"

Like a frightened bird, Rickman suddenly sat up from the table and chair near the fireplace, took out a silver pistol from under the seat, and pointed it at the figure on the sofa.

A man in blue broke into his home and threatened him once or maybe a second time. In the afternoon, he hid guns in many places in his home just in case of emergency.

“Everything you walk through leaves a trace.”

The figure sitting on the sofa seemed not to have seen the pistol in Rickman's hand, muttering in his mouth.

"Looks like someone was so happy to be one step ahead of me that he forgot about the rest."

When David heard that Rickman was going to send the soil to the Geological Survey for comparison, it was not difficult to guess what happened.

A certain son of Krypton might have been a little carried away, or maybe he was a little nervous doing such a thing for the first time, and he didn't know that he had left some clues.

"It's almost time to catch the little tail!"

He stood up slowly, revealing a cold face from the shadows.

"Who are you?"

The purple skin made Rickman's eyes widen, and the gun in his hand did not bring him any sense of security.

After fusing the second template, the vertical lines on David's chin have now disappeared, but the skin will still inevitably appear purple when using the Eternals' powerful physique.

It just came in at close to the speed of sound, so the skin color shows up.

David moved and came to Rickman. Before he could react, he grabbed his neck and left the villa.

Rickman couldn't breathe, and the scene was blurry. After a few seconds, the world spun and he was thrown on the cold concrete floor.

A dark, deserted alley.

"Where is this?"

He stood up in panic and vaguely recognized that this seemed to be a certain street in the metropolis.

"Your burial place."

"who are you?"

Looking at the figure that exuded a terrifying aura, Rickman's heart stopped for a beat, his hair stood on end, and he was scared and angry.

Creak!

"You don't have to know who I am."

David's eyes fired purple rays, and the gun in Rickman's hand reached him at some point.

After making a heart-wrenching sound, he effortlessly crushed the scrap iron into pieces, melted it into a ball of dazzling molten iron, and flowed down between his fingers.

"you you……"

Rickman, who was a little angry out of fear just now, seemed to have his throat pinched. He was speechless and couldn't believe what he saw.

"All you need to know is that you've made an anxious and worried couple argue all morning.

Just know that you're looking at houses and land that you shouldn't be looking at. "

This matter should never end with the return of land and house, and end casually.

David said coldly.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"I have a lot of money. I can give it all to you and spare my life."

Looking at the figure with purple eyes that made people tremble, Rickman's voice trembled. He didn't understand why he caused such a big disaster just by using his ability to occupy the land of a few small town farmers.

Obviously, this had never happened before when he had his own way in Metropolis.

First there was the extremely fast man in blue, and now there was a purple-skinned man who was as strong as a monster.

"Thirty million, no, eighty million...!"

Before he could finish speaking.

There was no movement on David's face, and the two rays in his eyes tore through the darkness, burning Rickman, who was begging for mercy, into a ball of ashes, which fell into the cold, damp and dirty alley.

He turned away and disappeared.

…

"David, you know what's going on, right?"

The next day, leaving home, in front of the school.

Clark stopped David with a worried look on his face.

"This morning, my parents and several farmers went to the police station to report, and they actually learned about Rickman's disappearance."

"Did you kill someone again?" He didn't want to speculate in that direction, but a police detective disappeared under David's hands not long ago, and it was hard not to think about it.

He asked why David was so calm yesterday, it was completely out of character for him.

At the end of the sentence, Clark couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Isn't it normal to flee the metropolis for fear of exposure after you reveal the secret?"

David spread his hands indifferently.

"Anyway, with his ability, he can get great nourishment wherever he goes."

"No……"

What else did Clark want to say.

Walking into the campus, David casually took out a bumpy, fist-sized meteorite from his pocket, forcing him to retreat helplessly.

"David, I just asked you a few questions, but you actually used meteorites against me."

Under the radiation from the meteorite, Clark, who was heartbroken, stepped back and looked at his brother in disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, you forgot geography teacher Reagan's extracurricular homework?"

David weighed the meteorite in his hand.

"Let us collect various rocks according to the method he taught us to identify. I was assigned to collect meteorites and rose quartz."

It would be ridiculous for geography teachers elsewhere to tell students to collect meteorites as extracurricular homework, but in Smallville, a town that bills itself as the meteorite capital of the world, meteorites can be found everywhere.

Clark, who was afraid of meteorites, could only watch his brother leave, planning to ask again after school in the afternoon.

When school was over in the afternoon and I left the classroom, the sky outside had turned dark and low, and it seemed like a downpour was coming.

Clark looked up depressedly.

When school was over, Chloe pulled him and asked him to help proofread and revise the manuscript for the school newspaper, but David had long since disappeared.

I missed the school bus and had to walk home.

Most of the time, Clark didn't like his abilities that were different from ordinary people. Clark planned to go home for a walk and wait until it really rained.

"By the way, I can think of how to ask David about that on the way."

Ten minutes later, we walked onto the bridge.

Clark looked up inadvertently, his expression changed drastically.

"Avery, what are you doing?"

A cold wind blew by, and an unruly figure stood on the railing of the bridge, with headphones on his head, looking down at the dam under the bridge, and throwing the stones in his bag down carelessly.

Clark recognized his classmate, Avery Reagan, the son of their geography teacher.

But geography teacher Reagan has always told Avery not to call him dad in school, but to call him teacher. This afternoon in geography class, in front of a class of classmates, he mercilessly scolded his son who had only finished half of his homework.

"Come down quickly, it's dangerous!"

Clark shouted.

But Avery, who had headphones on his head and played rock music with a gloomy face and a rebellious brow, didn't hear it at all.

Stab!

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and rumbled.

Seeing the dangerous figure standing in the wind, Clark rushed forward and hugged his waist, trying to pull him off the bridge to prevent him from falling or being struck by lightning.

Wearing electronic devices on your head and standing at high places can easily trigger lightning.

Click!

Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning struck down and hit the two of them.

The meteorite in Avery's schoolbag that was used as a geography assignment shone brightly, and the lightning connecting the two people turned green.

Sizzle!

"Ahhhh..."

After a brief reaction like an electric shock, his whole body stiffened, Clark let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.

Avery also fell to the ground, his clothes were split by lightning and sparks remained.

"Are you okay, Avery?"

His body only seemed to be slightly numb, but Clark felt that there was nothing wrong with his body.

I wanted to help Avery, who was lying on his back, to see that he was not injured.

Unexpectedly, Avery's head was dizzy and the sparks on his clothes actually burned him.

"ah!"

Without any expectation, Clark screamed in pain and took back his hand as if he was electrocuted. He stared at the painful and blistered hand with wide eyes.

"Just a little spark, why?"

And when he looked up again, Avery's chest was burning with sparks, but he was fine. He seemed to be just a little dizzy and woke up in a daze.

"Clark?"

The update is a little late, I wrote 800 more words, please read it. (〃'▽'〃)