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

Chapter 69 Luthor's Experiment

"Son, what did you say you used on my body yesterday?"

At the dinner table in the morning, his father Jonathan was eating a sandwich made by Martha in good spirits. He didn't look like he was dying of poisoning and coma with a high fever yesterday.

In fact, his body has never been so good, as if he has endless strength, with a slightly doubtful memory on his face.

"It's the Dionysus factor."

"What kind of Dionysus is this, is it metal?"

Jonathan looked puzzled, wondering if it would be a problem to go through the security check on the plane in the future.

"almost."

Knowing people's common sense, metal should not enter the mouth, so David put it in a more acceptable way: "In fact, it's the same as herbal soup."

Although the Dionysian factor can make people immortal and bring the dead back to life, the appearance of his father Jonathan has not changed much.

However, Lei Xiaogu, who has lived for more than 700 years, also looks middle-aged, and the clown with the purest Dionysian factor in the comics does not have the face of seventeen or eighteen.

"Maybe the Dionysian factor has no effect on the host's apparent age?"

"Herbal soup?"

Martha held the stone test tube in her hand and looked at the dark green liquid metal inside, showing hesitation. When she woke up in the morning, her son told her to drink it, saying it would be good for her body.

Even if he knew that his son couldn't harm him, drinking metal always made people hesitate, and she was fine, so she didn't need to take medicine for the time being.

At the dinner table, Clark was a little preoccupied, and drank the seafood soup made by his mother without saying a word.

Yesterday he asked his younger brother and Keira what they were talking about, and his younger brother replied that it was nothing, and he didn't say much to him.

But he actually heard the general content of the conversation between the two.

"Sege? Destroy the world?"

David glanced at Clark, feeling that he seemed to have something on his mind.

Thinking of Rickman who was killed by him, could it be that when he returned home, Clark remembered that incident again and was still struggling?

Yesterday, Clark asked David about the content of his chat with Keira. David thought he was asking casually, so he replied casually.

"Being regarded as the savior in the prophecy or something, but to say it yourself, it will inevitably make people feel ashamed."

And sooner or later Kayla will realize the error of her tribe's prophecy, and then this will be over.

At the dining table, after swallowing a mouthful of thick soup, David's eyes flickered and he sighed inwardly.

This was just a misunderstanding. I believe that no one would like to be treated as a villain who would destroy the world in the future, so he didn't tell Clark this completely meaningless thing that would only make people feel bad.

After dinner, on the way to school.

"David, where have you been since you didn't come to school these two days?"

Facing the curious inquiries of Chloe and Pete, David spread his hands.

"Because of something at home, I went to Gotham."

"Gotham?" Chloe and the two looked at each other, obviously they had heard the name before.

"I heard that there are gangsters everywhere, and you have to be careful even when you walk in the alleys during the day." Chloe remembered the previous rumors about Gotham, and there was resistance on her face. She was interested in weird things, but gang robbery and the like were fine. .

I heard that the law and order there is not as good as Smallville.

"It's probably a little bit better now than it was before."

David laughed.

Although the emergence of Batman cannot reverse the evil ecology of Gotham from top to bottom, it is at least somewhat useful.

Those criminals and hooligans will also be afraid, and they are afraid that Batman will appear out of nowhere and be seriously injured and put in prison.

"I heard that there was a masked vigilante called Batman?"

Pete remembered the news he saw not long ago.

"Batman..."

When the name was mentioned, Clark, who had been silent all this while looking at the scenery outside the window, pursed his lips.

When I went to Gotham yesterday, because I was anxious to find clues to save my father, I didn't have time for him to think about other things.

But what he sees and hears in Gotham confuses him.

"Bruce Wayne, the heir to the Wayne family with a long history in Gotham, has billions of dollars and no super powers. Facing the corrupt and dark city and the safety of the bottom citizens, he stepped forward to fight crime regardless of his own safety."

After a brief observation and contact, he was a little shocked by Bruce Wayne's character.

"There's no question that Batman is a hero right now.

But since this is the case, what role will I have in the future? "

Doubt flashed in Clark's eyes, and Ms. Cassandra's picture of predicting the future for herself included Batman.

But he was on the opposite side of him, and Batman chose to stand on David's side, helping David deal with himself.

Batman is good, so who is he in the future?

Thinking of Keira's words again, the tribal prophecy, the destruction of the world, and the evil nature hidden in his bones... Clark swallowed.

Shouldn't it?
"Did I watch David all day to prevent him from turning bad, and I ended up being the one who turned evil and harmed others in the future?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Clark?"

Seeing Clark shaking his head violently inexplicably, with a look of unwillingness to accept, David patted him and said.

"Don't tell me, are you still thinking about Rickman?"

"No, Rickman, he..."

Clark came back to his senses, hesitant to speak.

In fact, regarding Rickman's matter, he was inevitably angry at first, thinking that his younger brother would start killing people frequently after being lynched, but...

"In the past two days, Chloe showed me a piece of news about Rickman."

Looking at Chloe and Pete on the other side of the bus, Clark lowered his voice.

A director of the Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center named Paul has never accepted bribes, enforced the law like a mountain, and has been fighting against corrupt elements. He still rents a low-cost apartment in the metropolis with his family.

"Director Paul is a good person who really cares about people's health and deserves respect."

But after meeting Rickman one morning and asking him about the pollution in his factory, he inexplicably committed suicide by jumping off a building.

"The news was accompanied by photos of the scene, his wife and a few years old children, lying on the corpse covered with a blood-stained white cloth in mourning and pain."

The scene was tragic and tearful, and Clark's voice was low, knowing what was going on.

"Rickman used his abilities to kill a respectable good man and ruin a happy family..."

And this is not the first time Rickman has done it. In the past, there have been many news about suicide.

Clark still has reservations about the lynching of his younger brother David, but he no longer believes that Rickman is innocent and not guilty of death.

"Next time you go to a stranger's house as a guest, look at the soles of your shoes."

It's fine for Clark to let go of this matter, and he is not interested in discussing a dead person with Clark, David just reminded him lightly at the end.

"Soles?"

Clark wondered why this was being mentioned all of a sudden.

Pete on the other side suddenly came over.

"Hey, did you hear that?
Today's lesson. "

"What happened to the course?" The two wondered, is there any difference?

Looking around, Pete lowered his voice slightly obscenely.

"Didn't you read the schedule?
There is a new female biology teacher at the school, mature and beautiful, today's class is to teach people to recognize gender, I heard that some videos will be shown in class, you know..."

He winked at the two of them.

"Pete, can you please stop acting like a baboon in heat."

Chloe, who is proficient in network technology, looked disgusted.

"And you."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Clark coughed, his face turned red and he quickly expressed his incomprehension.

David's eyes drifted out of the window, pretending not to recognize him.

……

"Come in."

There was a knock on the heavy wooden door, and Luther, who was dealing with official business, made a sound.

His new bodyguard captain opens the door, bringing with him whoever he wants to see.

"Manager Ke Luo, Mr. Luther is waiting for you inside." A tall and strong man in a black suit and sunglasses opened the door. He seemed to have met some happy event today, with a smile on his mouth, which couldn't hide his good mood.

It's just that at work, he is also affected by emotions outside of work. It's hard to say whether such a person is a qualified bodyguard, let alone the captain of the bodyguard.

"Hope I haven't interrupted your work."

The comfortable boss chair leaned back, Luthor leaned back slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Please sit down, Mr. Corot."

"Thank you, Mr. Luthor." A middle-aged man with an honest face was amazed by the luxurious facilities of the castle. Down.

Glancing at the new bodyguard captain who lowered his head and closed the door, a mysterious smile flickered on the corner of Luthor's mouth.

(End of this chapter)