“I got it.”
Regaining some strength, Clark’s face was slightly resentful, taking two deep breaths.
His younger brother didn’t tell him the reason, but he could guess some of it.
Most likely, when he was confident enough to stop him from doing anything, he would bring out this thing, which would make him fall to the ground in embarrassment, even worse than an eighty-year-old grandfather.
However, it might also be because he was afraid that he would encounter the red meteorite again and change his personality, leaving a way to control him?
“I will be careful.”
Anyway, Clark didn’t want to think about this matter anymore, because he also concealed his super hearing from his younger brother.
Seeing him nod to indicate that he remembered, the probability of a mishap should be greatly reduced.
David turned and went downstairs, ready to go to bed.
In his opinion, Clark still had a major weakness, and the kryptonite was nothing compared to what he was about to say, but he probably wouldn’t avoid it either.
…
Back to the long-lost home.
David decided to rest at home for a few days.
He had run far to the north near the North Sea, conquered Paradise Island, and fought with the God of War Ares, which had cost him a lot of energy.
Especially in the next month, he urged the Amazons to practice dancing and develop the habit of practicing dance.
“Watching them dance is definitely not enjoyable, let alone rest.”
And Clark still had work to do, whether it was his part as Chloe’s reporter assistant, or as Superman.
“Superman…”
Thinking of the title given to him by Louise Lane, Chloe’s famous reporter sister, Clark couldn’t help but think of Lana.
In the apartment where Chloe lived, Clark was crouched at the desk by the window, helping to organize the interview audio transcripts. He looked into the distance, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
He remembered that he had been embarrassed in front of Lana because of the meteorite necklace, and Lana had helped him pick up his Nietzsche, asking him if he was a normal person or a Superman.
“I never thought that I would become Superman now…”
Clark didn’t reject this title. It seemed to have some strange connection with himself.
He murmured softly, feeling as if he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
He didn’t know if he could live up to the title of Superman, not to disappoint the people who gave him this title and saw him as hope.
Suddenly, Clark’s ears twitched, and he frowned.
In the prison on the other side of the city.
“This city has let me down! Those damn guys dared to put their Mr. Metropolis in prison. Just because I mix in the dark, kill, deal drugs, and bribe officials?! Can’t they see the large sums of money I’ve spent on charity every year?!”
Inside the prison, Glenn Morgan was no longer as calm as before. His hoarse voice was lowered as he spoke to the person on the other side of the visitation, like a cobra about to launch an attack, full of resentment and bitterness in his voice.
“I want this city to know the price of betraying me. I want them to taste a pain a hundred times stronger than mine!”
“Is the plan ready, Olsen?”
“Anytime, sir, at seven o’clock, the train will arrive on time.”
“Good, after I go back, it will be time for dinner. I want to see that news while I enjoy my box of top-grade caviar in prison. You know what I mean…”
“Of course, sir.” Glenn Morgan’s top killer, Olsen, nodded emotionlessly.
After hanging up the visitation call, Olsen left the prison to start planning with his subordinates.
Clark’s attention followed Olsen’s call, becoming more and more alarmed, until he heard the insane plan. He suddenly stood up, and the chair slid sharply backward, making a sharp sound as it scraped against the floor.
“What’s wrong, Clark?”
In the bedroom, Chloe, who had just returned from an interview outside and was resting, heard the commotion and sat up in confusion.
“I have urgent business and need to go out.”
Looking at the clock, it was already ten to seven. Without explaining much, Clark hurriedly left, grabbing his clothes.
The life of a high-speed train, no, maybe the lives of innocent citizens in a whole block, were waiting for him to save.
It was urgent, only ten minutes left!
But now he had to figure out which city high-speed train was fitted with a sensor bomb first!
…
Boom!
At dusk, at the King’s Platform.
A sixteen-car, nearly a mile-long city high-speed rail train had just departed.
Clark, in a red cape, was as fast as lightning, leaping from the rooftops of several blocks away, carrying a howling wind, and landing hurriedly next to the platform.
Gravel splashed, and the ground showed a spider-web-like crack, spreading several meters.
“It’s Superman!”
Bored people with their phones, waiting for the train, were shocked. Some people were even stunned by the scene of Superman descending from the sky like a deity, their mouths gaping open, and their phones slipping and falling to the ground.
“Leave here, there’s a bomb. Go to a safe place!”
Clark shouted loudly without paying attention to the crowd, forcibly opening the tightly closed safety door.
The door made of steel was deformed by his brute force and was forced open.
He jumped into the tunnel and quickly chased after it along the tracks.
“A bomb?”
“Danger, Superman!”
After a moment of confusion, the crowd saw him jump onto the tracks and shouted in a hurry.
Whoosh!
The next moment, the red and blue figure disappeared before their eyes.A long steel train, its streamlined body full of technological flair, sped along the tracks like a round-headed bullet fired at a velocity of four hundred kilometers per hour, slicing through the wind.
Clark caught up with the subway, and as everything around him slowed down, he tore through the roof of the high-speed train and entered its interior.
“Where’s the bomb? Where’s the bomb?!”
Before arriving here, he had sought out the gang leader Olson, giving him a taste of the heights of Metropolis’s tallest buildings several times. Unable to bear the fear, the man finally confessed which train was their target.
But he didn’t know exactly where the bomb was placed, and his calls to the gang member who planted the bomb went unanswered.
“There’s no time left!”
Clark carefully used the force field around his body to move the passengers aside, searching for the bomb under their seats, but it was too slow; there simply wasn’t enough time.
“And the bomb might not even be under someone’s seat; it could be hidden somewhere else.”
His voice was much slower than he was now, and even with his super hearing, he couldn’t detect it.
The plan was to place a sensor at the next platform, which would trigger the bomb to explode the moment the city’s high-speed train passed by, inflicting pain on the city with the deaths of thousands.
Swoosh!
“I can’t find the bomb, and I don’t know where the sensor is!”
Clark left the train and, like a bolt of lightning, arrived at the next platform. He swallowed hard, standing a few dozen meters from the front of the platform, with a resolute determination, and turned to face the oncoming train, speeding at four hundred kilometers per hour like a steel serpent.
“Then let it stop before it reaches the platform.”
It was because of him that Glen Morgan’s crimes were exposed and he was sent to prison, which led them to seek revenge on the city!
It was all because of him.
“Come on!
No one will get hurt because of this!”
Bang bang bang!
The sound of the wind whistled in his ears, and the noise of the subway approached at breakneck speed. With his eyes blinded, darkness enveloped him, and he clenched his teeth, his body tensed.
It wasn’t just a matter of a several-hundred-ton behemoth hurtling towards him at four hundred kilometers per hour!
He had to protect the entire train with his unique force field, or the sudden stop would cause unimaginable force to transfer between the carriages.
The steel walls of the train would crumple like paper, and in the event of derailment and collision, countless people could die, and the bomb might very well explode!
It was coming, so fast, leaving no extra time for thought!
Less than fifty meters away, the high-speed train, hundreds of meters long, charged down the track with the force of a tsunami, like a bullet shot forth.
Thump thump thump!
His heartbeat accelerated like a drumbeat, and with a low shout, Clark braced his legs and thrust out his arms to embrace the impact!
Boom!
The next second, a violent blast of air erupted, kicking up dust and obscuring vision.
…
Before dinner, the aroma of food wafted through the house as Martha busied herself with the evening meal, a simple beef stew with potatoes.
On the living room sofa, David and his father Jonathan watched TV, waiting for Clark to return and join them for dinner.
Suddenly, the TV anchor, slightly flustered, announced an emergency news broadcast.
David and his father Jonathan’s faces changed.
“An emergency news update.
Just moments ago, Superman leaped onto King’s Platform, warning the people waiting for the city’s high-speed train of a bomb.
He then chased down train AZ187, stopping it with incredible force, but collapsed from exhaustion.
Here’s the live report.”
Accompanying the anchor’s shocked tone, the camera panned over the heavily armed soldiers securing the scene.
A high-speed train was forcibly stopped, its front severely deformed, with wave-like distortions stretching back from the steel nose, clearly showing the transmission of that unimaginable force.
But what followed defied physics: only the front was deformed, and the rest of the hundreds of meters long train safely halted on the tracks, with hundreds of passengers disembarking in confusion.
At the front, two footprints shattered the track sleepers, sinking inches deep into the ground, evidence of the staggering impact force.
A few people in protective suits were collecting something near the footprints, seemingly sweat.
Yet the person who should have been there had vanished.
The anchor’s voice continued from the TV.
“Whether or not there was a bomb on the train, over the past month, Superman has saved the lives of no less than a hundred citizens of this city.
It is reported that the exhausted Superman has been taken away by military helicopters earlier, and we hope the military will release him after clarifying the truth.”
Zoom!
“Clark?”
Hearing this, David abruptly stood up from the sofa and took a step forward, his face grim as he stared intently at the cordoned-off scene on the TV.
A bit late, an extra thousand words tonight.