As the gangster wearing the "President Jefferson" mask fell, the metallic luster on his surface slowly receded and returned to his normal appearance.
Lana, who was riding on a red horse, looked at Clark with shocked eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.
The latter quickly stopped and acted at a loss, as if he had been caught playing truant by the teacher.
Generally speaking, a superhero's identity is his or her biggest secret.
Once discovered, it can always cause some trouble.
Fortunately, the track was full of people and chaos.
No one else noticed except Lana.
Otherwise, Clark doesn't know what to do.
"A Kryptonite mutant."
Luke Shi Shiran walked down from the stands, curled his lips and said.
Through Super Vision penetrating flesh and skin, he saw signs of mutation in the cells in the body that had been exposed to Kryptonite radiation.
Fortunately, it was not considered a long-term exposure and did not cause cancer.
This guy was beaten so hard by his little cousin Lightning Whip+Wild Fists that he became paralyzed. He may have to spend his next life in a wheelchair.
Speaking of which, why is Superman becoming more and more bat-like?
Not willing to kill, but can be maimed.
Even before I met Batman, I had already transformed into his shape.
Tsk tsk, you are indeed a good friend of the same quilt.
"Kryptonite?"
Clark looked confused.
He doesn't know what Kryptonite is yet.
"Every time you get close to Lana, do you ever feel weak, extremely weak, or even have difficulty breathing?"
Luke Looking at the empty arena where the crowd had dispersed, the rising smoke and dust gradually subsided.
The bank robber who was trying to take revenge on Clark came out halfway and disrupted the equestrian competition.
The other party may have received the irradiation of Kryptonite out of nowhere, and then acquired the ability to mutate, and after over-inflated self-confidence, he thought of waiting for an opportunity to retaliate...
Luke was doing a simple analysis with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
If you wear a small piece of Kryptonite like Lana, you will not be affected.
Only those who have been exposed to large amounts of radiation for a long time, causing cell mutations, will become short-lived Metahuman.
Less than two weeks before the bank robbery occurred, this "President Jefferson" transformed into a Kryptonite mutant.
Such a fast infection speed means that the other party is likely to be affected by a large amount of radiation in a short period of time.
In other words, he knows a place with a large number of Kryptonite.
"Fortunately Clark didn't beat him to death. I should be able to get some useful information later."
Luke once used Super Vision to scan the town, but did not find a large number of Kryptonite fragments buried anywhere.
"Yes, Chloe said I have 'secret love syndrome'."
Hearing his eldest cousin's question, Clark scratched his head and looked a little embarrassed.
He and Lana have been neighbors since childhood and go to and from school together every day.
If he didn't feel uncomfortable because he was close to the other party, maybe Clark would have successfully confessed his feelings and won him over, and where would he get that damn quarterback boyfriend.
"The green meteorite on the Lana necklace is the polished fragment of Kryptonite."
Luke saw that the smoke was about to disperse, and thought that if the delay continued, the town police, Lex, and Clark's parents might arrive soon.
He directly took his little cousin up from the ground, flew high into the sky, and disappeared from the field.
"Kryptonite is a mineral from outside the earth. The radioactivity it produces will make...Saiyans lose all abilities and enter a weak state."
Luke explained.
"Then why aren't you affected?"
Clark's heart moved. No wonder his eldest cousin reminded him before to ask Lana to take off the necklace.
Then, he suddenly remembered.
Luke seems to have been in contact with Lana several times and did not show any weak reaction.
"Because I am Super Saiyan."
Luke stood above the clouds and replied with a strange expression.
"So the radioactivity of Kryptonite has no effect on me."
Super Saiyan...
Clark was a little confused.
Although I don't know what it means, it feels very powerful.
"Then how should I explain it later? Lana just saw how I defeated that mutant!"
Clark thought of Lana's surprised eyes, feeling a little complicated in his heart.
Full of joy, mixed with panic, and at the same time at a loss...
Even my adoptive parents don't know that I am Superman.
Clark is living a double life every day.
While enjoying the various praises and reports from Metropolis to Superman;
On the other side are ordinary small-town boys.
The secret identity of a superhero is discovered by a crush, which actually satisfies young people's desire to show off their personality traits in front of the opposite sex.
Of course, Clark is not that naive.
Only at the very beginning, he felt an indescribable secret of joy.
When he calmed down, everything turned into panic.
What should we do if Lana is unwilling to keep the secret?
Clark is a little worried that his eldest cousin will think that he messed up all this and kick him out of the Superman Family in anger.
"Your internship is over."
The little cousin was uneasy, and his mind echoed with the classic lines from movies about unscrupulous bosses firing their subordinates.
"I believe that based on your relationship with Lana, she will definitely keep your secret."
Luke did not speculate on Clark's psychological activities and answered casually.
Compared with Lana learning the identity of Superman, he was more concerned about the follow-up actions of Lex.
That clever godson, who has always been very observant, might be able to detect some traces of Silk horses.
After the last bank robbery, Lex was particularly concerned about Clark.
Although they practice fencing together every day, they have established a deep friendship.
However, considering Lex's character and government, Luke does not rule out the idea of having close contact with Clark to investigate the truth behind it.
"My relationship with Lana... we are just ordinary classmates."
There was a hint of depression in the little cousin's voice.
"Clark, you have to know that few girls can resist the temptation of becoming a superhero girlfriend."
Luke does not attach much importance to the strict confidentiality of Superman's identity.
According to his plan, this is information that will be made public sooner or later.
Only when the label of Clark-Kent, Kansas, the son of a farmer, overshadows Superman, Krypton orphan, can the little cousin be more easily accepted and recognized.
Behind the seemingly powerful title "God Among Men", it often also represents a certain kind of vigilance and distance.
"Is that so?"
Clark scratched his head. He put on the Superman uniform and hovered high in the sky at Metropolis. He was indeed very popular.
Every time I rescue innocent people from a fire or prevent a car accident... those people are very happy and can't wait to rush up to take photos and get autographs.
The most exaggerated thing is that not long ago he successfully landed a crashed passenger plane smoothly.
One of the beautiful flight attendants who survived the disaster was so enthusiastic that she even unbuttoned her shirt and asked Clark to leave his signature on her chest.
Superman, who is still underage, has never seen such a battle.
Looking at the purple lace and white skin, Clark couldn't help but blush, and then ran away in fear.
As innocent as he is, he has never even watched a restricted-rated movie.
Not to mention, looking directly at a woman's body.
"Of course."
Luke nodded and responded to his little cousin.
"The premise is that she has not experienced that her boyfriend mysteriously disappears every night and is often kidnapped and hijacked by villains..."
Clark: "..."
Smart people are always different. They can often discover the essence or laws of how the world works from a small thing.
For example, the most famous apple in the world is said to be the reason why Newton later proposed the law of universal gravitation.
Or Archimedes solved the king's "golden crown mystery" while taking a bath and derived the law of buoyancy.
The authenticity of these stories may be open to question.
But there is no doubt that being good at observation is one of the good habits for accumulating wisdom.
Lex returned to the mansion and was shocked by the shooting incident that occurred at the racecourse during the day.
Although there is a saying that goes, "Freedom America, gunfire every day."
But Lex grew up in a wealthy area with outstanding public security. He also attended a private aristocratic school and was escorted by bodyguards and drivers when traveling.
It is impossible to have a deep understanding of the chaotic and dirty slums.
He was sitting in the stands, waiting for his good friend Clark to show off his talents and steal the show.
Who knew that the starter fired into the audience, injuring an innocent person, and later killed the thoroughbred horse Godfather.
By the time the submachine guns fired into the air, everyone had already dispersed.
Lex was trapped by the panicked crowd and was unable to move even an inch. He shouted Clark's name loudly, but no one responded.
Later, he returned to the game, and the man wearing the "President Jefferson" mask had just been carried on a stretcher.
Clark was very honest and recorded a statement with the police.
According to his answer, it was Superman who saved him.
"It's Superman again..."
Lex twisted his eyebrows. He always felt that something was not right. Clark seemed to be hiding some secret from himself.
"He just kept staring at Lana...'s chest."
Although they have not known each other for a long time, Lex knows Clark quite well.
He's not very good at lying, and he's even less likely to stare at the breasts of his crush like a pervert.
Normally, this guy would feel nervous even looking at Lana, so how could he suddenly act so boldly?
Ruoyouruowu's intuition reminded Lex that Clark must be hiding something.
This inference made his eyes light up slightly, as if he had discovered some interesting activity.
"The great detective Lex-Luthor is about to take action."
Lex said proudly.
He regarded this as a pastime.
Like being too bored after breakfast and passing the time with a crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
"First try to get the gangster's confession, and then... it's Lana. There's something strange about her, that's why Clark pays special attention to her."
Lex called the Snap. His execution ability has always been outstanding, and he started making plans without the slightest hesitation.
"Caves, meteorites..."
A few days later, using the bargaining chip of "asking a lawyer", Lex got a lot of useful information from the bank gangster who was lying on the hospital bed with his lower body paralyzed.
According to "President Jefferson", in order to avoid police pursuit, he did not escape along the road, but abandoned the car and hid in the dense forest more than ten kilometers away from the town.
Then he accidentally fell into an uninhabited cave. The rock walls inside were covered with various ores that glowed green, like clusters of growing plants.
The other party stayed there carefully for about a week and found that his body had undergone tremendous changes.
The skin was metalized, as hard as steel.
After repeated tests several times and confirming that he was invulnerable, the "President Jefferson" decided to return to the town, kill the bad boy, and loot the bank's vault.
This is the plan that came out of his stupid brain full of muscles.
The conversation only went so far, and Lex's visiting time was over.
He failed to go further and ask who Superman was and what he looked like.
"The ore that gives people superpowers..."
Lex's face twitched twice, forcing himself to suppress his inner excitement.
But his clenched hands already revealed his uneasy mood.
"Do you want to tell Godfather?"
Almost immediately, Lex thought of Luke.
But he immediately gave up the idea. It might just be a lie made up by bank gangsters.
Without confirmation, rushing to claim credit may lead to ridicule.
Lex was silent as he thought about what the bank gangster said about a unique ore hidden in the trunk of a jeep.
"Lex? Lex!"
That afternoon, Clark came to Lex's home as usual.
Although the equestrian competition was forced to be suspended and ended, fencing can still continue.
Besides, Clark prefers to get along with friends than facing his older cousin, at least there won't be any pressure.
Luke is sometimes not serious and likes to say weird things that people can't understand.
But perhaps due to Kryptonian's keen intuition, he always felt like a stone was weighing on his heart when he stood in front of the other party.
Maybe this is the feeling of oppression caused by Super Saiyan to Lower-Class Warrior?
"Is the door not closed..."
Clark pressed the doorbell several times, but there was no response.
He reached out and pushed the door, and with a "squeak" sound, a gap was revealed in the thick copper-clad mahogany door.
"Lex!"
Clark called the probe twice, but still no response.
So he walked in, went straight up the stairs to the second floor, and came to the study room where Lex usually stayed.
"Why don't you talk at home?"
Seeing Lex sitting in front of the desk with his head lowered, Clark couldn't help but complain.
"I didn't hear it."
Lex seemed to have a cold, his voice was a little hoarse, and he spoke very slowly.
His eyes were fixed on an iron box on the table, not looking at his arriving friend.
"You're a little strange. Are you sick?"
Clark felt something was not right, so he walked closer and said.
"No. I'm, well, fine."
Lex slowly raised his head and gave a stiff smile.
His eyes were full of fierceness, like Beast, exuding a violent aura.
Clark saw this and stepped back involuntarily.
Lex, who is usually funny and tries to show his gentle side, seems to be a completely different person.
He stood up suddenly, grabbed the slender steel sword placed on the shelf nearby, and stabbed Clark directly.
"Lex, what are you doing?"
Clark was careless. He didn't dodge and was directly hit by the opponent's blow.
The sharp steel sword pierced the chest and bent in an astonishing arc, without even breaking Superman's skin.
According to Clark's generous character, it is impossible for him to kill Lex.
So they could only shout in an attempt to wake the other party up; while they kept retreating to avoid attacks.
Boom!
Clark hit the table, the iron box vibrated, and the contents rolled out and fell on the carpet.
He couldn't help but look over and found a dark, dark and irregular crystal.
The light on the surface seemed to be reflected, causing Clark's eyes to narrow slightly.
He wanted to look away and continue to wake up the crazy Lex, but another voice seemed to appear in his mind.
The roar echoed -
"Kill this ignorant and ignorant young man! Crush his bones to pieces and let him die slowly in painful wails!"
"Slap him hard in the face. This is punishment for showing off his little cleverness!"
"Clark-Kent, you are the most powerful person in the world, why do you have to follow the rules!"
"You can do whatever you want!"
"..."
Clark clasped his head with both hands, trying to shake out that hateful voice.
"That voice is yourself, Clark, you have to learn to accept it."
Lex's dark pupils shrank, and an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Get rid of those constraints and make yourself better, right?"
Clark Veins burst out on his forehead, as if full of anger.
He looked at the chattering Lex, strode forward, broke the steel sword that stabbed his chest again, and raised his hand to knock the opponent away.
Boom!
Lex's body hit the wall hard and he fainted.
"You're too noisy!"
Clark said in a grumpy tone that did not suit his character.