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

First the fire alarm was triggered and everyone got wet.

Now a person with superpowers who can discharge suddenly appears. It is not difficult to see that this is a carefully planned massacre.

Looking at the man at the door, David raised his eyebrows.

I have long suspected that the strange rumors circulating in this small town are not groundless.

"It's possible that radiation from kryptonite caused genetic mutations in some people."

After all, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation.

But he didn't expect that a madman would suddenly appear and kill almost everyone in the small town high school.

"ah!"

Everyone shouted in horror.

"What kind of horror movie is this?"

Chloe and Peter were shaking with fear.

Anyone with some common sense knows what the consequences of terrible current contact with water are.

That person can instantly kill hundreds of people here as long as his hands touch the ground.

"Raise your hands!"

Everyone seemed to see hell beckoning to them, and some boys wanted to rush forward to stop it.

But in vain.

The thin figure that looked like a devil quickly pressed its hands to the ground with electric discharge.

In less than a second, at a distance of twenty or thirty meters, it was impossible for anyone to stop him in time.

In an instant, David frowned and was about to make a move.

Not to mention that there were people he knew well here, saving these people was just a matter of effort.

"From other aspects, if everyone here is killed and only Clark and I are left alive, it will be difficult not to attract the attention of interested people."

"David? No!"

However, there was someone who was one step faster than him. Clark glanced at David who was in danger next to him. His heart skipped a beat. His expression changed drastically. He shouted in a low voice and burst into unprecedented speed before disappearing from the spot.

Stab!

There was less than ten centimeters left between the lightning and flint, and the current in Jerome's hand almost touched the ground.

But in the next moment, he was suddenly picked up and carried away.

"what happened?"

"Where is that person?"

Some people were afraid of screaming and closed their eyes, imagining that the severe pain caused by the electric shock had never come, so they touched their bodies.

When they opened their eyes and looked at the door, the devil who wanted to murder them disappeared. Only a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the door, making people shiver.

"Is it an illusion?"

Could what just happened be a mass hallucination incident?

Some of the people who even ran towards Jerome to stop him didn't see what was happening, because Clark was too fast, far beyond the limits of what the human eye could detect.

They didn't even see a blurry afterimage.

"When something happened, I didn't look at Lana immediately."

David slowly put down the snack in his hand, feeling a little relieved.

"It seems like you can still be saved and haven't completely fallen, Clark."

My brother didn't forget about sex because of a girl who had a boyfriend and treated other boys differently.

"but……"

How are you going to handle this, Clark?

If not handled well, this matter can cause trouble for the family.

David frowned and stepped back, his body swayed and disappeared from the spot.

Everyone looked around with lingering fear, wondering if this was a bad prank.

"Where are David and Clark?"

Chloe patted her chest in fear and looked for the missing two people.

"We were there just now." Peter looked back and forth. "Maybe they got bored and left while we were dancing?"

Confusion flashed in Chloe's eyes.

But not long before it happened, she saw that the two brothers were still there. Did she remember it wrong?

…

"Who are you and why did you do that?!"

On the way to the outskirts of the town, Clark threw down the madman on his shoulders and asked angrily.

"Do you know there are hundreds of lives lost there!"

"Why am I here?"

Standing up from the ground, Jerome shook his head, looked at his hands, and then looked around.

He wasn't about to kill those criminals, so why did he suddenly arrive on the suburban road?

"who are you?"

He looked at Clark in front of him and understood that this man had brought him here. His body tensed and he was extremely alert.

He is indeed not the only special person in this world.

"Is it you? I saw you in the bar!"

The next second, looking at Clark with an angry face, Jerome recognized him as someone who almost had the same experience as him.

"You were almost treated as a scarecrow by them."

His face darkened, and there was a sense of betrayal and anger in his heart. The electricity in his hands surged, and it was particularly dazzling and frightening under the dim street lights. The ear-piercing sound like the screams of crows could be heard far away in the open field.

"You want to protect them?!"

What's the difference between those boys in football uniforms and the people who crucified him more than ten years ago!

Stab!

He roared and questioned, and the strong current severely knocked Clark away.

"You want to kill Whitney and the others? Absolutely not."

After flying seven or eight meters upside down and landing on the ground, Clark got up as if nothing had happened, and wiped out the sparks on his clothes that were burned by the current. Hearing these words, he knew the original goal and said anxiously.

Even if Whitney is his love rival, even if Whitney wants to tie him to a cross, the crime will not lead to death.

"God has allowed me to return to earth, and I have a special mission to purify sin."

A blow that could easily turn a person into charcoal did not hurt him at all. Jerome was shocked and then became furious.

“You are equally favored by God, but you protect sinners!”

His hands erupted with powerful currents, and from a distance, they looked like they were holding two small suns formed by the convergence of currents.

"To protect sinners, you are unworthy of the power God has given you."

The burst of electricity hit the road paved with hard asphalt on the ground. The road actually burned red and melted, emitting an unpleasant smell, like the sulfur of hell.

Tsk!

"go to hell!"

Jerome stretched his hands forward.

The electric current was like a lightning tree growing rapidly in the air, splitting branches, and along with the thick main trunk of the electric current, struck Clark at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound.

Without enough time to get out of the way, Clark bent his arms as a shield in front of him to resist, and the clothes on his arms turned into ashes in an instant.

The powerful current actually made him feel a bit of pain, and he screamed in pain.

Uh-huh!

The next moment, Clark dodged away and came to Jerome's side as fast as a bullet. Time seemed to slow down extremely. Jerome was still looking forward with a fierce expression. Electricity shot out from his palm, and there was nothing. Feel.

He looked at his hands and pushed it out carefully.

Bang!

The next second, time seemed to return to its normal flow. Jerome's body seemed to have been hit by a truck of more than ten tons. It drew an arc of more than ten meters and fell heavily to the ground.

"ah!"

There was blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked in pain, and he felt like he had at least a few broken ribs.

"I can't understand that someone would like to help someone who bullies them!"

Jerome clutched his painful chest and glared at Clark angrily.

Why did Clark help those people when he was bullied? This is betrayal.

"Your palm?"

Clark saw the horrific scars on his hands that looked like they had been driven through by steel nails. His expression changed, and he gradually guessed what was going on.

He remembered that when he was chatting with Chloe during class during the day, Chloe talked about a strange thing in the town.

“Recently, people who were members of the small-town high school football team were electrocuted to death by high-voltage currents one after another.”

"Are you the serial killer who killed them? Are you taking revenge on those varsity football guys?"

"I am going to kill you!"

Ignoring his words, Jerome endured the severe pain and wanted to get up from the ground and attack him.

"Don't get up again, I don't want to accidentally kill you."

Clark waved his hands in a panic.

He had never fought with anyone, and he was afraid that he would accidentally kill the other person again.

But when Jerome heard this, he became even more angry. Even if it involved injuries, he staggered and forced himself to get up.

"If he wants to kill you, then kill him, Clark!"

Just when Clark didn't know what to do, a cold voice came.