A little over ten minutes later, at the entrance to Smallville Town, Downton patted Clark on the shoulder and smiled.
"All right, kid, stop here!"
"Okay, but..."
As he hit the brakes, Clark gave Downton a worried look.
He could see quite a few soldiers patrolling and searching through Smallville Town. They were clearly looking for Downton.
Although Clark had heard countless soldiers describe just how vicious Downton was, he had never personally seen Downton hurt anyone. If anything, he thought Downton was fairly mild-mannered.
His mouth was just a little foul.
Most importantly, his mother seemed to like Downton. If Downton really was an outright villain, then someone as kind as Martha would surely be able to sense it.
She should be able to, right...
Beside him, Downton could not help laughing as he watched Clark sink into thought.
"You'd better remember how you look today, Clark. After all, I'm afraid I'll never see this version of you again.
Just like how you pretended not to notice me suddenly appearing, kid, I can pretend not to notice you rushing in front of me like the wind.
See? Doesn't that mean we have a shared secret too? Hahaha!"
Amid his laughter, Downton pushed open old Ford's door, shoved both hands into his pockets, and headed toward Smallville.
Watching Downton's arrogant yet carefree back, Clark froze for a moment before his expression suddenly stiffened.
Yeah, damn it, Downton's naked appearance had startled him so badly earlier that he had forgotten he had shown Downton his super speed!
So should he help the military send Downton to prison?
That thought lingered in Clark's mind for only an instant.
Clark was simply a good person. He was so good that as long as someone did not intend to hurt him, and as long as he had not personally witnessed them hurting someone else, he did not really want to make a move against them.
And so, Downton swaggered out of Clark's sight.
By the time even Downton's shadow had vanished into the shops along the road, Clark took a deep breath and drove back to the farm.
He was not going to get involved in Downton's affairs anymore!
His father had even died right in front of him to keep his abilities hidden.
If Downton's matter completely exposed his abilities, then would his father's death not have been for nothing?
As for Downton knowing about his abilities...
Clark was worried, but beyond that worry, he strangely felt a sense of relief.
After all, Downton was no ordinary person either. Even if Downton was not half his kind, they were both seen as freaks by others!
Not long afterward, at the entrance to Smallville Town, Downton ducked into a dessert shop and asked the waitress for a cup of ice cream.
While the waitress prepared his ice cream, Downton looked around before fixing his gaze on three burly men.
The three were clearly bikers. They all wore metal-studded jackets and were covered in tattoos.
As they sat in the shop eating desserts, the three chatted.
"Something happened over at the coffee shop. A lot of people died."
"Did you see it yourself?"
"No. When I passed by, the soldiers had the place surrounded. I got a little too close, and over a dozen guns were pointed at me. Fuck!"
"It's not just the coffee shop. I heard even the nearby National Guard is heading this way."
"Fuck that, have those bastards gone crazy? Did they find oil under this place or something?"
"Who knows? Damn it, I still have a batch of goods I haven't moved, and now I can't sell any of it!"
"It's fine if you can't sell it. There's a gang gathering in a couple of days. Just bring the stuff out and split it up for everyone to use.
You'll make a little less, but the boss will compensate you. Maybe he'll even let you fuck that bitch you've had your eye on..."
"Hey!"
Downton suddenly appeared beside their table, interrupting them.
Seeing Downton tapping on the table, the three burly men looked up in annoyance. The one sitting alone on a couch immediately stood up and reached for Downton's collar!
Before his hand could land on Downton, Downton grabbed his wrist.
"Boss, nice clothes. How about lending me some money?"
As he spoke, Downton tightened his grip. He snapped the man's wrist, then freed his other hand to seize the man by the hair and slam his head viciously onto the table!
Boom!!!
With a deafening crash, the table in the ice cream shop instantly shattered, and the burly man who had caused it all passed out in the blink of an eye.
As for the other two, before they could react, Downton's fists had already smashed brutally into their faces!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
After several punches, Downton let out a breath and wiped the blood from his right hand on his white undershirt.
Then he reached into the three burly men's pockets and found a phone, three motorcycle keys, over seventy dollars in loose change, and a small bag of "rock candy."
"Damn, they're fucking poor."
He casually stuffed the bag of rock candy into the nearest man's mouth, then turned around with the money and walked toward the counter.
Seeing Downton approach, the ice cream girl could not help swallowing.
A white undershirt, jeans, a height of six foot two, an excellent build, and a face that fit the beauty standard perfectly.
Other than not being white, if someone claimed Downton was Captain America right then, there might actually be people who believed it.
The waitress swallowed and handed the ice cream to Downton.
After taking it, Downton casually tossed all the loose change onto the counter.
"Keep the extra as your tip. Also, pass along a message for me.
If those three piles of meat get a chance to wake up, tell them I'm Downton. If they've got the balls, they can find me at the Iceberg Lounge in Gotham."
"O-Okay!"
The ice cream girl nodded frantically, but just then, several coins rolled across the counter and fell behind her.
Hearing the coins hit the floor, the ice cream girl hurriedly turned around and bent over to pick them up one by one.
Smack!
Looking at the ice cream girl's round ass, Downton casually gave it a slap, then pulled out a motorcycle key and placed it on the counter.
"Nice feel. I'll give you a motorcycle as thanks. Hahaha."
"Ah!"
After staring blankly for a moment, the ice cream girl quickly straightened up and covered her butt. But Downton was already nowhere to be seen. All she could see were the loose change and motorcycle key left on the counter.
Meanwhile, Downton carried his ice cream over to the three motorcycles.
The three Harley bikes before him were heavily modified. Downton picked one at random, inserted the key, and it actually started.
Vroom vroom vroom!
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, Downton climbed onto the Harley and sped down Smallville's main street.
A moment later, two patrolling soldiers were stunned when the motorcycle suddenly shot past them. They quickly shouted into their radio.
"All teams, this is Firebird Team One. We've spotted Downton. He's riding a Harley and heading toward... wait!
He turned around. He's coming toward us... ah!!!"
Smack!
From a distance, Downton threw the ice cream he had taken a huge bite out of at the soldier. It splattered squarely across the soldier's face.
The other soldier immediately opened fire. Downton charged through the bullets and violently fishtailed the motorcycle, sending the overturned bike straight into both soldiers and knocking them flying!
Screech!
The overturned motorcycle scraped across the ground with an ear-piercing shriek. After rolling twice, Downton sprang to his feet, strode over to the soldier, and snatched away his rifle.
"Oh, you were making a report? But you weren't detailed enough. Let me do it!"
As he slammed the rifle stock viciously into the soldier's face, Downton grabbed the radio, held down the transmit button, and said with a grin.
"Hello, boys. I'm fucking Downton.
Thanks to my military bros for the big rocket you sent me earlier!
I know the rules. Naturally, your rocket will be returned in full.
Wait for me. I'm coming over to slowly give it all back to you!"
Boss, you look pretty handsome. How about tossing me some monthly tickets~
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