MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 44

"hope so."

Pete sighed. "I don't know why, so I can only guess. By the way, what was that thing you just held?"

He fixed his gaze on the stone placed on Chloe's table.

"That's the news I just discovered, this ring!"

Chloe showed Pete the ruby ​​ring in his hand, "This graduation ring sold by the school is a fake. The truth is that the jewelry company replaced the ruby ​​with a worthless meteorite to save costs."

Peter heard the words and looked at the ring on his hand, "Chloe, although I really want to believe you, I have to remind you that the gemstone of the ring is red, and the color of the meteorite is green."

"It's not the meteorite near Smallville, but it was found in Hobbs Lake. The meteorite there is red all over, and this piece in my hand is the sample."

Chloe handed Pete the red glowing stone in his hand, "Look at the texture on it, it's the same as ours. Tomorrow, I'll put this fact on the front page of the Torch."

Pete, who was holding the red meteorite, had a solemn expression, "You said, will Clark's character be affected by this red meteorite? I know that he will behave strangely when faced with that kind of green meteorite."

"Well... just like the charm of Akins, the red meteor also charmed him?"

Chloe frowned and said, "There is indeed such a possibility."

On the other side, Kent Farm.

Martha is wiping her husband's body.

The shirtless husband, whose back was red and swollen, held on to the railing and asked his wife to put a hot towel over the wound.

"I can't believe Clark would do that."

Martha's eyes showed a look of distress for her husband.

Jonathan gritted his teeth and let out a breath in pain. "He looks like a different person."

"Then what can we do to persuade him to go home?"

"I have no idea."

Jonathan shook his head. "If he wants to do his own thing, there's nothing we can do."

"If it continues like this, I don't know what Clark will end up doing, and if we want to stop him, only Eric can."

Martha said worriedly, "Eric's talent awakened earlier, and he will use his abilities more."

"That would only make things worse."

Jonathan put on his coat and interrupted his wife, "We've seen Eric learn to fly, he can even fly through the air at the speed of breaking the sound barrier, he...he's a fighter now. And Clark, who has just mastered the ability of his eyes to emit heat under Eric's guidance, if they conflict, I don't think Clark can easily resist."

"The two of them are not ordinary people. If there is a conflict, what damage will this amazing destructive force do to the town...I don't know."

Taking the towel from his wife, Jonathan applied it to the injured area on his chest and continued: "And, you know, once a dispute starts, it's not going to end so easily. Whether it's for Clark or the town, I'm all for it. I don't agree with calling Eric back at this time."

"But Clark wouldn't understand."

Martha looked at Clark's "secret fortress" not far away, and said with some discomfort: "He suddenly became a person who doesn't understand other people overnight. I don't know why it was just one night, it can make people like this happen. Big change?"

"Martha, he's Clark, and his superpowers appeared overnight."

"You think it's part of his upbringing?"

Martha asked her husband.

Jonathan hesitated for a moment, "I don't know, what he said... I think those emotions should have been brewing in my heart for a while."

Seeing her husband's dejected expression, Martha stroked her husband's shoulder, "No, Jonathan, Clark loves you, he loves you as much as Eric, it's just...it's not his pure rebellion , but something went wrong that we don't know about."

......

"I don't consider myself a rebel."

At the base at the bottom of Wayne Manor, Bruce pressed his hands against his chin and stared at the screen in front of him.

His hair was a little messy, his eyes were red, and he obviously hadn't slept all night.

Bruce stared at the screen without blinking, and said to Alfred, who was carrying the coffee: "I know what I'm doing, and I can clearly understand the consequences I can cause, which is nothing more than a temporary collapse of my body. But trust me, I'm not that vulnerable."

Saying that, he pointed at the computer in front of him and operated, "The second processor performs sound retrieval."

"Sound retrieval failed!"

"Damn!"

Bruce slammed the table down heavily.

He fought with the mysterious man in the alley yesterday, and only saw the chin exposed by the other side.

Yes, what bothered him was that even when the two fought, he didn't even see Eric's face.

Even if the voice of the other party is recorded with the device, no matter how it is analyzed, the data cannot be matched to confirm the identity of the other party.

"I'll keep the coffee with you, sir."

Alfred put the coffee in Bruce's hand, "If you may, sir, I would like to say a few words. I saw an article in the science column of the "Gazette". A recent study by German ornithologists found that bats It takes the sunset to fly long distances.”

"That said, Master Bruce, if you will, Batman needs some sunlight to keep flying."

Bruce re-analyzed Eric's voice, "I know enough about bats, Alfred, do you know about owls?"

"I don't know more than you, young master."

Alfred was silent for a moment and said, "The medicinal black coffee I prepared for you is good for your staying up late and your injured body, maybe you need a day off."

Using the coffee pot to add some coffee to the cup, Alfred added: "By the way, there is one more thing, Mr. Cobot suddenly held a dinner party and invited many celebrities and dignitaries in Gotham, of course. , including you, young master."

Chapter 68 Do you mind if I go in?

"Penguin?"

Bruce turned off the sound analyzer and stood up. "He was always mean."

"Yes, Master, but he's the only serious villain in Gotham, isn't he?"

Alfred was holding the coffee pot, showing a rare display of his cold humor.

"Maybe at this banquet, you will gain something."

"reward?"

Bruce gently picked up the black coffee and took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee made his brows furrowed, "I don't think there is any connection between penguins and owls, wait..."

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and a detail that he had ignored suddenly burst out.

The black umbrella the other party used!

It was a detail that was ignored by him, and it was also because his vision was blurred in the dark night and rain, and he couldn't focus on the umbrella.

Thinking of this, Bruce immediately sat down and started to operate the supercomputer in front of him.

"Yes, some gains."

Alfred didn't notice Bruce's strangeness, and continued: "It's not just about the clues you want to investigate, there may be some other things, like some fresh air, or a wonderful encounter."

Bruce operated on the computer, called up the information about the penguin, and said to the housekeeper: "The bat needs to adjust the direction system of the sun, the fresh air to survive, or the wonderful encounter, these are temporarily unable to attract me. any interest. Because now there is an unstoppable presence running around Gotham."

During the conversation, he called up the penguin's information, and compared the umbrella that Eric was holding in his memory with the penguin's.

It turned out to be the same style!

"Alfred, prepare for me, I will attend the dinner held by the Penguin tonight."

Bruce stood up, put on his coat, and instructed the housekeeper.

"Oh? I'm surprised you've changed your mind, Master."

Alfred was a little surprised.

"I found some clues, some clues that are closely related to the Penguin."

"Is that so?"

Alfred said in a rather regretful tone: "I thought you were willing to go to the banquet because of the sun and air."

......

At the Gotham Hotel, Eric is sitting on the sofa reading a book.

From the black magic book collected by the Metropolitan Owl Council, he found that the accident and his spiritual world had a certain resonance effect.

The obscure magic spells and rituals, the rules and methods of execution, were engraved in his mind like a mental imprint.

Now he even has a feeling that as long as he raises his hand and opens his mouth, he can use amazing magic.

The spiritual world and the magic book were attracted to each other, as if this alluring magic was enticing him to possess and use it.

"Just to this extent?"

Closing the magic book, Eric smiled lightly.

If black magic is only this level of charm, it can't even make waves in his heart.

If you want to pull yourself into hell, you have to create an existence that is more terrifying than the abyss.

Right now, he just treats so-called magic as a pastime.

Before he fully understood the magical mysteries of this world, or when he was unable to overcome those high-latitude existences, he had no intention of causing trouble.

Throwing the magic book on the sofa, Eric stood in front of the window and looked out.

The sight passed through buildings and tall buildings, through the Gotham River and Burnley District, shuttled around Naihe Island, and then plunged into the Gotham Building.

Countless sins that happened in the light or in the dark were all brought into his sight.

When he retracted his gaze, he accidentally glanced at the third floor of the hotel.

In the corridor on the third floor, a young woman in a black cleaning staff uniform was walking with a cleaning cart.

There is a string of white pearl necklaces around his neck, and black stockings are wrapped around his long legs. His body is exquisite and exquisite, and his facial features are extremely delicate at first glance. Even wearing ordinary cleaning clothes, he still can't hide his natural beauty and appearance.

The most impressive thing is the wildness that the other party exudes, which is as elegant as a cat, but also exudes a cunning temperament.

Knock knock knock!

The woman knocked on the door of a guest room, and after two words, the middle-aged man in the room let her in.

"You look familiar."

The middle-aged white man in the guest room was about to sit back on the sofa. After glancing at the woman, he asked suspiciously.

"Really? Hold this for me."

The woman handed the black dust cap in her hand to the somewhat confused middle-aged man, and then threw a punch.

With a bang, the fist slammed **** the opponent's cheek.

The middle-aged man staggered and stepped back, while the woman showed her flexible posture, jumped behind the opponent, grabbed the opponent's arm, a yoga-like movement, and threw the opponent to the floor with the back force.

Bang!

The floor shook slightly.

Although the man who ate a set of combos was in unbearable pain, he did not pass out. Endured the pain, he quickly took out a pistol from his waist and shot at the woman.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots sounded.

Seeing the bad situation, the woman quickly turned to avoid it.

The middle-aged man who used the pistol to temporarily repel the enemy quickly stood up, pointed the gun in the direction of the bathroom where the woman was, and carefully walked forward despite the pain in his body.

"Ho!"

With a shout, the woman came out of the slanting thorn and kicked the man in the waist.

The middle-aged man was kicked out of balance, and then the woman turned around flexibly, hitting the opponent's lower body with her left foot.

"I'm sorry, but you forced me to use a trick."

Looking at the man who was slowly falling down while clutching his lower body, the woman shrugged her shoulders.

After glancing at the middle-aged man, he began to rummage through his suitcase.

After rummaging through it to find a bag of jewelry that seemed to be of great value, he let out a long sigh of relief.

I walked to the mirror in the bathroom, sorted my clothes and makeup, and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, just after walking to the door, the gunshot of "bang bang bang" sounded!

There were several holes in the wooden door in an instant.