Marvel’s Superman

There is no doubt that the adoptive father Jonathan's plan to let Clark hide his plan has completely failed.

No matter how justified, this incident cannot be easily covered up in the past.

First, there are so many witnesses in the bank.

They saw with their own eyes how Clark took down the two bank robbers and survived a shotgun blast.

Unless Superman has a flash pen that can make people break, "click" to clear the memory of everyone present.

Otherwise, the testimony of so many people can be corroborated.

Besides, the surveillance cameras in the bank have already faithfully recorded everything that happened before.

There is solid evidence out there, and denial is useless.

"Boy, lying is not a good habit."

The fat police officer looked at the twisted and deformed double-barreled shotgun and clicked his tongue secretly, what a terrifying power it takes to do this.

And the two unlucky gangsters, whose injuries don't look too light.

"Officer, I'm on the school football team, and I often do some work on my dad's farm. I've been exercising since I was a child.

Clark was in a hurry and thought of a reason.

After getting to know his eldest cousin, he became more and more able to make excuses, and he was no longer the naive small town boy.

And Luke calls this change "growth."

"Oh, so everyone on your school's football team can bend the barrel of a gun and knock out two adult men weighing more than 160 pounds? Do you really think you're a Rambo!"

The fat police officer looked at Clark, who was posing like a bodybuilder and showing strong muscles, and wondered if the child had a brain problem.

"If American children were as strong as you, we would have formed a super army and ruled the world!"

Seeing this brave young man, he was reluctant to tell the truth.

The fat police officer was too lazy to continue wasting time. He turned to call someone to maintain the scene, packed up the evidence, and prepared to take Clark back to the police station.

Of course, he did not want to interrogate the other party as a prisoner.

Just out of police professional ethics and personal curiosity.

Big news for high school students to stop armed robbers from robbing banks.

Regardless of the city, Clark's performance is astonishing.

In this era when superheroes have not yet proliferated, any behavior beyond ordinary people's understanding will attract a lot of attention.

"Mr. Police Officer, people's physiques cannot be generalized. I once did things that are usually difficult to accomplish when I was extremely angry."

A flat voice with a smile interjected, stopping the fat police officer from moving.

"Kent's behavior can actually be reasonably explained scientifically. For example, because of the rapid secretion of adrenaline and the increased blood flow, the powerful force that was not available in the past erupted. It is not as exaggerated as you think."

Seeing the person coming, Clark showed a look of surprise on his face, and said anxiously: "Big watch...Mr. Cavill!"

Only Luke can help him at this time.

"Ah, it's Mr. Cavill, why are you here?"

The fat police officer's indifferent attitude received a huge change of 180 degrees.

He knew the young man standing in front of him, who was having dinner with the town's administrative committee last week.

The young tycoons of the metropolis, the star characters of the town, all kinds of auras are imposed on Luke's head, which is impressive.

Speaking of which, the American town management model is very strange. One is the town council system.

All residents of the town meet at least once a year, and through internal discussions, various administrative measures related to public security and personnel movement are implemented.

There is also a town representative meeting system, which is similar to the one above, but all residents elect representatives to participate in the meeting, which is more efficient and saves time.

The town where the fat police officer is located is the second type. The administrative committee is responsible for all official work.

Usually the most powerful and prestigious are the town police chief and members of the committee.

The latter are generally composed of wealthy families and elites, who represent the "opinions" of all town residents.

The small town is a simple microcosm of the American political structure.

Seeing Luke appear, the fat police officer coughed twice and said in a slow voice, "But he was shot and not injured, everyone saw it..."

"Maybe the gangsters bought inferior firearms, or maybe Kent learned some kind of Eastern 'qigong'."

Luke's serious nonsense.

"I know a Mr. Ma. It is said that a British strongman of more than 200 catties can't move a single finger of his strength with all his strength. He is a master of martial arts."

The fat police officer looked bewildered, and for some reason the topic turned to oriental martial arts.

He scratched his head, and since he didn't want to offend the other party too much, he compromised: "This is a big case, and he always has to go back with us and record a complete written statement."

"Mr. Police Officer, are you going to bring a boy who bravely stood up to protect his mother to the police station for questioning, instead of intensifying the search and chasing the robber who escaped?"

Luke stepped up his tone and said solemnly: "The man has a banknote of hundreds of thousands of dollars and a gun. If he is allowed to go unpunished, then this is tantamount to being irresponsible for the personal and property safety of the residents of the town."

"What you have to do now is not to embarrass this courageous boy, but to immediately contact the highway patrol officers along the way, as well as the state police, to hunt down the gun-wielding gangster wearing the presidential mask!"

Although in terms of age, Luke is not much older than Clark.

But he shocked the fat police officer with his aura, as if he was the other party's superior.

After all, having been a lieutenant general and director of SHIELD in the Pentagon, he developed the habit of giving orders, and the majesty of the superiors was revealed subconsciously.

"Kent is a good boy, he deserves a reward and not being interrogated like a prisoner."

After Luke finished saying this, he didn't even look at the fat police officer, and took Clark and his unconscious mother away.

The other party didn't say anything, just stood there awkwardly.

With such a style, he immediately received the admiration of his younger cousin.

Clark, who has not yet left the town, has a vague understanding of social status for the first time.

"I contacted the ambulance and sent Mrs. Kent to the town hospital first, and then asked Jonathan to accompany her. It should be fine."

Luke seems to have understood the situation and quickly solved various problems.

Due to emotional ups and downs, Mrs Kent unfortunately passed out.

It can only be said that the accident came too suddenly.

By the time Jonathan arrived, it was already dark.

This Kansas farmer with a strong sense of morality first expressed his sincere thanks to Luke, and then replaced Clark who was on the side of the hospital bed, held his wife's hand, and sat beside him and watched silently.

The latter closed the door softly and saw his big cousin sitting on a chair in the hallway.

"Is there time now, let's talk?"

Luke rubbed his temples and said softly.

Perhaps because of the "butterfly effect", it should have been a step-by-step plot.

It was like a speeding train that suddenly lost control, heading for an unknown direction.

He thought that he would still watch dozens of episodes of Clark and Lana's bloody romance, and then wait for Superman to level up in Novice Village, but he didn't expect to fast-forward to an identity crisis.

A bank robbery made Clark reveal his strength and was about to fall into the whirlpool of public opinion.

"Big cousin, what should I do?"

The two walked to the vending machine, took two cans of Coke, and found a quiet place to start a conversation.

Clark appeared flustered, and encountering gangsters robbing a bank was purely accidental.

In a hurry, he accidentally showed a powerful force that was different from ordinary people in front of many witnesses.

After this, there will definitely be a series of chain reactions.

News of the town spreads fast, and it won't be long before Clark becomes a household name.

"Don't get too nervous, Clark."

Luke soothed his little cousin.

The current situation is actually a good thing for him.

Before, he didn't get too involved in Clark's life, given the resistance from the family.

As Superman's parents, Jonathan and Martha must have wanted to keep their son safe.

Better to inherit the Kents' farm, stay in Kansas as a farmer, then get married and have kids.

But Luke didn't think so. He hoped that his little cousin's life would be a little more interesting.

Like, being a Kryptonian who can do Wing Chun?

It's just that on the emotional level, the eldest cousin who has been separated for many years and meets again has a relationship that is definitely not as deep as that of his adoptive parents.

Recklessly interfering with Clark's life may cause resentment and resistance from the other party.

A stable structure will always require external pressure to break the situation.

And now, is a good opportunity.

"Clark, things are far from the worst."

Luke opened the can and took a sip of the cold soda.

"The video captured by the surveillance camera in the bank has been resolved by me."

"That is to say, apart from those witnesses, there is actually not enough evidence to prove that you are a... Saiyan."

Luke's remarks gave the little cousin a reassurance.

While staying in the hospital bed, Clark's mind was filled with horrific images of himself being locked up in the lab, getting blood drawn every day, and becoming terribly weak.

"Furthermore, in so many small towns in the United States, there will always be all kinds of anecdotes and horror stories."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched and he continued.

"Is that all true?"

The more Clark listened, the happier he became, and his originally depressed mood instantly cheered up.

"So, those cops won't come looking for me again? I don't have to be forced to drop out?"

The younger cousin's thinking is still at a relatively simple level.

At this time, he was no different from other peers, and his mind was full of hormones.

Just thinking about Lana's better face and hot body full of youth.

Seeing this, Luke shook his head helplessly.

Men's maturity is often because of women.

When Clark is completely brokenhearted, he will understand that it is better to be a Saiyan with no emotions.

"but--"

Luke paused, saying the word Clark didn't really want to hear.

"I can't erase all the influence. The townspeople will start talking about you, and they will attach some occult or religious things to you."

"Clark, such a peaceful life has left you."

"Because they saw it, you squashed a shotgun with your bare hands and got a shot and nothing happened... It's some kind of incredible 'miracle', understand?"

The smile on the younger cousin's face solidified, and he was completely unaware of these problems.

Thinking of the spaceship in the warehouse at Kent's farm, and his identity, Clark seemed to be devastated and downcast.

"That's why Dad asked me to hide myself..."

He felt like he had screwed everything up.

But in such a critical situation at the time, he had no other choice but to rush up to stop the gangster from hurting his mother.

"Clark, in fact, have you ever thought that it's not a good choice to hide yourself blindly?"

Luke patted his little cousin on the shoulder and said slowly: "Jonathan must have told you that you came to this world for a purpose, you are a kind of symbol, some kind of sign."

"But it's a thorny road. You choose to be a flag, or a beacon in the eyes of mankind, and you will suffer a lot of criticism."

"People who are afraid of the unknown, they will misunderstand you, hurt you, see you as an alien, a monster."

Clark lowered his head, and the firm brilliance in his eyes seemed to be dimmed.

"Then what should I do?"

He took a deep breath and looked at his eldest cousin who gradually built up trust.

"Of course it's your debut as an idol...cough, I mean, you can choose not to hide yourself and tell the world who you are!"

Luke was loud, and he thought about the follow-up public relations plan.

As long as Clark agrees, then Superman will appear in this world.

Then, it's like knocking down the first domino.

Superheroes will spring up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and they will keep popping up.

"Instead of fearing rumors and letting slander, why not be brave, stand in front of them, and tell them that you actually have good intentions?"

Luke's voice was full of contagion, making Clark's dull eyes glow again.

"Am I going to admit that I'm an alien?"

The little cousin asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't have to be like this. The identity of aliens may attract the vigilance of the government and the rejection of the masses..."

Luke's eyes flickered, and he was thinking about what kind of origin story he should make up for his little cousin.

Bitten by some kind of animal?

Or hit by gamma rays?

"You came from a laboratory, and a super soldier serum made Clark-Kent so powerful."

Luke thought for a moment and said word by word.

"Lab, serum...isn't this too sci-fi?"

Clark scratched his head. He preferred the kind of cliché story in which a kind protagonist impresses the gods and is then bestowed with divine power.

"You can't rob your own set of scripts."

Hearing the little cousin complaining, Luke shook his head.

That belongs to the wisdom that locked the door... oh no, the wisdom of Solomon, the origin story of Shazam.

"The Water Company under my name has negotiated some biomodification-related business with the Ministry of Defense in the past two years, which just serves as a suitable background."

Luke snapped his fingers. He put his hand on his little cousin's shoulder and said in a low voice, "I even thought of the code name for you. How about calling it 'Motherlander'?"

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