MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 16

The dye buckets loaded on the car all rolled down and attacked the crowd at the outdoor cafe.

People who were enjoying the sun and coffee comfortably, did not expect a sudden disaster, and they were flooded by the rolling dye barrels in an instant.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dye bucket carrying huge energy, while overturning the dye, slammed the stunned crowd directly into the lake.

Just as Lex stood up, he was brought down by a barrel that was rolling at high speed.

Unbalanced, he fell into the lake.

The chest was accidentally bumped, and the eyes turned black.

Buckets weighing more than hundreds of kilograms were smashed into the lake, making a deafening sound. Various dyes rushed out of the bucket and quickly dyed the lake water into colorful colors.

Lex endured the pain and struggled to swim out of the icy lake.

But the bucket and all kinds of debris fell down, making the entire artificial lake lose any swimming space.

The pungent and dizzying smell gradually blurred his consciousness.

The strength quickly lost, and the whole person struggled to sink to the bottom of the lake.

Drowning, cold, chemical stimulation, Lex's consciousness began to enter a bizarre psychedelic stage due to multiple factors.

Is this...a so-called near-death experience?

Lex, whose sense of self-existence was constantly weakened, kept flashing back in his mind.

In the end, the consciousness even traveled through chaos and came to a place that he couldn't understand.

The psychedelic self, dressed in a white suit, stood in the highest power building called the White House.

The picture turned again, and the president himself came to a sunflower field full of golden sunshine.

Surprised, he reached out and touched the sunflower.

The sunflowers withered and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the clear sky instantly became extremely gloomy.

Beneath the vanishing sunflowers, terrifying bones suddenly appeared everywhere, and terrifying monsters appeared in the gloomy sky.

The ferocious and terrifying appearance, the power that swallows everything, makes people feel endless fear at a glance.

"Whoa!"

Lex was scooped up from the icy lake.

The oxygen-deficient mouth and nose can breathe air to the fullest, and consciousness returns to his body.

Breathing heavily, he looked towards the person who rescued him.

"How are you?"

Clark's body was submerged in water, and he wiped the green colorant that had been accidentally stained on his hair, and asked the other party.

After he left home, he was going to walk around to relax, but he happened to encounter a traffic accident.

Desperate to save people, Clark immediately jumped into the lake to save people, regardless of the risk of exposing himself.

"fine."

Lex, who was in a trance, blinked, took a deep breath, and let his reason return to his mind.

"You saved me?!"

Lex gasped and asked, "Can I know your name? Friend."

"you are welcome!"

Clark didn't tell Lex his name, dragged Lex's body immersed in the icy lake water, and easily pulled him to the shore.

The dye bucket with the barrier in the middle was easily pushed aside by Clark.

Lex's eyes narrowed.

You must know that it is a weight of dozens of kilograms, or even hundreds of kilograms.

Not to mention in the water, even on land, I am afraid that no one can do it so lightly, right? !

Under Lex's disbelief, Clark sent him ashore.

The person next to him immediately picked up Lex in a hurry.

After Clark sent Lex up, he continued to go into the water to save people.

The shore was covered with blankets, and Lex, whose frozen body kept shivering, stared at Clark who continued to save people in the lake without blinking.

Something was brewing in his uneasy heart, and the expression on his face was full of solemnity and doubts.

......

Two hours later.

Kent Farm.

Lex drove Clark to the door in his Lexus.

Lex, who had a slightly pungent smell on his body, opened the door for him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? Clark, after all, you saved my life. I have to take some time to investigate and consider how to repay you."

Lex asked Clark with a smile.

After he was rescued by Clark, he kept his eyes fixed on the other party. When Clark was about to leave, he stopped Clark and insisted on sending him home.

That's why the two came back together.

"sure."

Clark thought for a moment and invited Lex to get off the car to the farm.

Although his father's impression of the Luthor Group was not very good, through brief contact, he felt that Lex was not as bad as the rumored Luthor family.

Polite, witty and unassuming, that was his first impression of Lex.

Martha was a little surprised by Lex's arrival. She never thought that her family could be related to the Luther family.

"Need something to drink? Coffee, or a drink?"

Martha asked Lex, who was looking around.

Eric went out with Jonathan, and now she is the only one in the house.

"No, Mrs Kent, I just finished a swig in the lake and my stomach is a little bloated, so...don't want to drink anything."

Lex spoke to Martha with a pun.

Martha looked at Clark inexplicably, then left the living room with a smile full of question marks, leaving the private space for Clark and his new friend.

"Well, it was refreshing to smell such a strong artichoke smell for the first time."

Lex said relaxedly.

"There's definitely something different about the taste of the farm and the taste of the city."

Clark was not as familiar as Lex, and his expression was a little reserved.

"uh-huh."

Lex nodded, his eyes suddenly caught a pencil drawing placed on the rounded table.

"This is......?!"

Looking at the contents of the hand-painted painting, Lex was stunned and fell into an uncontrollable trembling!

The gloomy picture in the painting is as if the sky has been completely overturned, and there are countless white bones under the ground, which are continuously laid out, with no end in sight.

Standing in the air is a hideous and terrifying monster, wrapped in a very oppressive and terrifying aura, as if signaling a fate that devours everything.

The most important thing is that this painting is exactly the same as the one he saw when he was on the verge of death!

"This is Eric's work."

Seeing that the other party was staring at the painting motionless, Clark took the initiative to explain to him.

"Eric?"

"Eric Kent, my brother, do you also think his paintings are very talented?"

Clark asked curiously.

Chapter 23 Nietzsche and Superman

When Lex Luthor left the Kent farm, he was in a trance.

He has received too much shocking information in a short period of time, and even if his rationality is different from ordinary people, his emotions will not fluctuate.

Clark Kent's strength and physical strength obviously exceed the limits of human beings, Eric Kent's strange and indescribable painting that seems to peep into his own destiny...

The complex emotions echoed in his mind, making him feel exhausted.

Park the car on the side of the road, put your hands on the steering wheel, lower your head and take a deep breath, allowing your emotional rationality to regain the upper hand.

He took out his mobile phone, found the number marked "Reporter K" in the address book and dialed.

"Hey, Lex, I thought you ran away in the hospital because you couldn't stand the harassment of the nurses? After all, the reputation of the **** of the Luther Group is coveted by many women."

"Reporter K" said jokingly.

"I am a selfish person who not only wants to be loved alone, but also to be loved alone, so ordinary women can't get into my eyes."

Lex went straight to the point: "I want you to help investigate two people."

"So the Smallville High School prom thing is going to stop investigating?"

"No, I don't think it's a conflict."

Lex's fingers tapped meaninglessly on the steering wheel, "Clark Kent and Eric Kent, students at Smallville High School, I need you to help me investigate some of their information."

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Do it as privately as possible, without being discovered by anyone. Once there is a risk of possible exposure, give up, especially without being noticed by the two of them."

Although he didn't admit it in his heart, Lex still couldn't be completely like his father, putting his interests first and completely abandoning his emotions.

He had some apprehensions and even fear of losing Clark's friendship.

After all, the other party saved his life, and even let himself have a second life again.

"Understood, I'll do it now."

Reporter K, the middle-aged man who just drank coffee together, replied.

"OK, I'll put the money into your account later, Chris."

After hanging up the phone, Lex lowered his head and pondered for a while, raised his head, put on his sunglasses again, and drove away.

......

"Thanks to the Luther family?"

Jonathan had no interest in the cheque left by Luthor. "The people of the Luthor family will betray everyone who has a relationship with them. Their untrustworthiness and ruthlessness are their family characteristics engraved in their bones."

"...This is Lex's thanks to Clark, and Lex is Lex, the Luthor family is the Luthor family, you can't mix them up."

Martha said to her stubborn husband.

"I don't believe in a person with a bad father. How good is his personality? Generous, generous? Or reciprocate? Sorry, I only saw bad intentions!"

Jonathan has a very bad impression of the Luthor family. "And Clark rescued Lex in public. If he exposes his abilities and is discovered by Lex, it's hard not to think of something worse. ."

"Do you still want to blame Clark? Didn't you want to ease the relationship with Clark before? If you blame him again, it will push him further away."

Martha held her husband's hand and persuaded.

"I just......"

Jonathan's tone slowed and he said helplessly: "I'm just afraid of those government agencies... If they find Clark, we will lose him."

"If he can't be trusted, we'll lose him without those people coming."

Martha said softly to her husband, "I'll go and tell Clark to return the check. Tomorrow is Clark's first football game. If you go there, he'll be very happy."

Martha tried her best to ease the relationship between her husband and her eldest son.

"Um."

Jonathan nodded, "I'll go to the scene tomorrow, but not to see him, but to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone."

Facing her husband's inconsistency, Martha did not expose it, and clenched her husband's hand with a smile on the corner of her mouth.