MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 199

Even if she wanted to testify that Eric Kent did it, she couldn't provide any substantive evidence.

"Sorry, maybe my head was injured, and all the memories of that time are gone. Maybe you can ask other people involved in the operation, or those in the know."

"Our Mr. Mayor called it an anti-terrorist operation, all information was destroyed, and someone didn't want us to see the truth."

"You are not a reporter, Miss Merry."

General Ryan said to Merry: "Don't fall into the vicious circle of chasing the truth like my daughter, so as to forget that we have more important things to do besides the truth. Meaningless exposure and criticism will only make the great Most people are in a more anxious situation."

Listening to General Ryan's words, Merry pondered for a while and nodded.

"I understand!"

After saying goodbye to the other party, Merry walked out of the ward with a heavy heart.

When leaving the hospital, standing in the corridor, he glanced at General Ryan in the ward, and found that the other party had picked up a cigar and was smoking in the ward.

"Amnesia?"

Shaking his head, Merry walked out of the hospital.

On the other hand, thanks to Lex's help, Eric was cleared of suspicion and officially returned to campus.

Batman has developed an antidote, and injected all the patients with suspected infection that were screened into the antidote.

Although the side effects are relatively large, sequelae such as memory loss, muscle cramps, etc. appear from time to time.

But the vampire virus in the body was finally lifted.

The moment Eric walked into the campus, he found that many college students looked at him strangely.

He has long been accustomed to it and doesn't care.

After entering the classroom, I found a leaflet on the desk, a leaflet related to myself.

Looking at the text above, Eric's brows furrowed.

"Eric Kent Support Club?"

Looking at the title on the list - "Recruit Eric Kent Support Club Members", Eric raised his head in confusion and looked towards the other students in the astronomy class.

When he found that other students didn't dare to look at him, he immediately lowered his head when he saw his gaze.

Eric continued to read the above.

"To recruit members and supporters of Eric Kent's support club, requirements: must be a loyal reader of his work "Crussu", know a corner of the dark and deep unknown world, believe in religion, and be fascinated by blood and darkness. …”

Looking at the above explanation, Eric's brows furrowed even tighter.

what is this?

Recruit abnormal students in your own name?

While frowning and thinking, the phone suddenly rang.

I picked up the phone and saw that it was Martha calling.

"Mother?"

"That's it, Eric, your father has made a decision."

Martha on the other end of the phone said hesitantly, "I don't know if I should notify you now, but I think...you and Clark should know this."

"What is it, mother?"

"Jonathan has decided to run for state legislature."

Martha on the other end of the phone said something that shocked Eric.

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

Sorry, I have been running outside for the past two days.

I was dizzy, ten thousand words a day, and I couldn't eat it anymore.

I'm so sorry for being so late.

Thank you for the rewards of "One Step to Start", "One Day at Fire", "soy", and "Overcooked Lobster".

Chapter 223 Sister Raven's Warmth

Kent Farm.

Eric and Clark sat at the dining table, waiting for the cookies that Martha baked in the fireplace.

Rachel sat in the baby chair, obediently looking at the two brothers in front of her without blinking.

From time to time, he stretched out his hand and dangled in the air, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"A state legislator?"

Eric frowned and asked Jonathan, "Dad, why do you suddenly want to run for state legislature?"

"Actually, someone from the state government proposed to me, and after careful consideration, I agreed. If I can do something for the small town of Smallville, it is a challenge for me to run for parliament. But it's not impossible."

Jonathan shrugged and said to Eric.

Next to her, Martha put on gloves while listening to her husband, ready to open the fireplace and take out the baked cookies.

"let me help you."

Seeing Martha's action, Jonathan immediately stepped forward to help.

"No, I can still do that, Jonathan."

With a smile on her lips, Martha said to her husband, "What you should be thinking about now is how you are elected."

"It's difficult, but not without opportunities."

Jonathan replied, reaching into the cookie, ready to take one to taste.

As a result, because the biscuits were too hot, he let out a cry.

"Ah oh!"

Watching her husband breathing in while covering his fingers, Martha said amusingly, "You deserve it, Jonathan! Besides, enough politicians have put their hands into jars and stole snacks."

(Going into the jar and stealing the dim sum: It means that there are many politicians who do bad things behind their backs.)

Facing his wife's teasing, Jonathan took a deep breath, "Martha, can I understand that you are urging me to participate in the election?"

"No, I don't have the idea, I just want you to make it."

Martha said while arranging cookies on a plate.

"I'll try my best, but right now I just want to have a good time and enjoy the days of being with my family."

"President's Day holiday? If it weren't for the school and public utilities holiday, I don't think anyone would want to celebrate this holiday, after all, it has little to do with us."

Martha replied by the side.

Today is February 22, President's Day, a statutory holiday in the United States, in memory of the late founding father of the United States, George Washington.

Although the day is a public holiday, the public transport system is mostly unaffected, and many shops are running promotions.

"As long as I can stay with my family and enjoy holiday activities, it's a holiday to remember in my opinion."

Jonathan picked up a cookie and went back to his seat.

Seeing Rachel's eyes staring at the biscuit in his hand, Jonathan tentatively broke off a small piece of the biscuit in his hand and put it to Rachel's mouth.

Curious Rachel opened her small mouth and was about to lick the cookie Jonathan handed her.

The result was immediately stopped by Martha.

"Hey Jonathan, you can't feed Rachel this!"

Martha grabbed the cookie from Jonathan's hand excitedly, "Rachel is too young, she can't eat this, and the doctor said she has a peanut butter allergy, she can't try this."

Jonathan was a little embarrassed to see his wife snatching the cookie from his hand.

"Sorry, I just saw Rachel's interest in this, so wanted to see how she reacted."

"Children of this age are very curious about everything."

Martha picked up Rachel and coaxed softly in her arms, "You forget that Clark liked to swallow crayons when he was very young, if we didn't stop him, I don't know how much 'Crayola' he would eat. "

(Crayola: The most used crayon brand in the United States.)

Hearing the mother next to him talking about his favorite crayons when he was a child, Clark touched his nose in embarrassment and asked, "Is there? Why don't I remember."

"Of course there is."

Martha gently lifted little Rachel's lips to see if there was anything in her mouth, and said, "Eric likes to use crayons to draw, you like to sit by and watch, and from time to time grab a Just the crayons in your mouth. If Jonathan and I hadn't found out sooner, you'd probably have swallowed the whole box of crayons."

"Probably so, but I don't even remember what happened back then."

Clark smiled awkwardly and glanced at Eric.

"Well, I still remember."

Eric directly affirmed what Martha said, "I still remember, Clark, your favorite thing, besides eating crayons, is turning somersaults."

Since Eric has inherited the memory of his previous life since he was a child, he remembers the things of his childhood very clearly.

"Ha ha......"

Hearing Eric's backstab at him, Clark stopped talking and just pretended to be dumbfounded.

After tasting a cookie, Eric stood up and walked towards Martha, "Can I give her a hug? Mom."

"Of course, Rachel kisses you the most."

Martha handed little Rachel to Eric with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Holding the baby version of the raven in his arms, Eric looked at the other party's big eyes, a little red on his forehead, and felt the strong vitality in the other party's body.

And Rachel, perhaps aware of some warmth in Eric's body, also snuggled comfortably into Eric's arms.

Reached out his little white hand, held Eric's clothes, closed his eyes and started to sleep.

It seems that Eric's arms can give her enough security.

Eric stretched out his hand and gently stroked the little red between the other's brows.

A powerful warm force entered his body along Eric's fingers.

The "Doomsday Template" loaded in the body was moistened like a clear spring, which relieved the tyranny in his heart.

Perhaps feeling the tyranny and terrifying unknowable dark and profound emotions in Eric's body, Rachel frowned, turned over in Eric's arms, and released Eric's clothes, which she was holding. Reached out a small hand to hold Eric's hand that stroked the red dot on his forehead.

Gently pulling out the hand that stroked the red dot in the middle of Rachel's forehead, Eric tried to relax his emotions.

"Rachel's eyes seem to see things we can't."

Martha, who stood next to Eric, said: "She can always feel other people's emotions very considerately and carefully. Sometimes I am very happy, Rachel will be happy with me, and sometimes I am a little uncomfortable, Rachel. You will also suffer with me."

Martha looked at the little Rachel who was silent in Eric's arms and said, "Maybe...she can see emotions in the air that we haven't noticed, maybe in her eyes, various Emotions are colorful, and she was able to capture those emotional colors."

"Maybe."

Looking at Rachel's peaceful sleeping appearance, Eric nodded, "She has always been a very special girl."

"correct."

Clark, who was dealing with cookies, suddenly remembered something and asked Jonathan, "Dad, do you have any competitors."

"some."

Jonathan nodded and said, "Lex is also running for Congress. In a sense, we are now competitors."

"Lex?"

Clark was a little surprised to hear the name.

But when he thought of Lex's identity, he immediately figured it out.

but......

Although Lex is his friend, now he can only fall to his father's side and become a member of his father's campaign team.

Clark thought to himself.

......

the other side.

In the dark street, Lex Luthor got out of the car and entered a deserted alley.