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If it is said that the time and space of the main universe, all the undercurrents are hidden on the calm surface, and gradually present the harbinger of the crisis.
The world that Luke lives in is just like the retirement life of a retired worker, with a slow and monotonous pace.
"Push harder, didn't you eat?"
"Think of me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend, yes, that's it, hit me hard!"
"Too weak, too weak...Kakarot! You are not even qualified to be my opponent!"
"……"
Replaced before, facing such a boring world.
Luke may choose to use Hollywood female stars to collect stamps and constantly repair cars to pass the time.
But now, he has found more interesting entertainment.
That is to train the little cousin of Krypton!
Under the private residence, there is a wide training ground.
嘭嘭!
嘭嘭嘭!
The muffled and thunderous sounds formed a string, like firecrackers.
The fist is like a fast and rhythmic drum beat, constantly falling on Clark.
He is like a human sandbag, he can only hold his head in his hands, passively bear the violent offensive of his big cousin, and there is no room for counterattack.
The training process these days, that's it.
was repeatedly beaten until he could not stand up.
"I, I surrender, big cousin!"
Clark, feeling exhausted, gasped violently, even speaking intermittently.
"Clark, your will is not strong enough, you should say, ‘I can still fight you all day’!"
Luke retracted his fist and said a little disgustingly: "It's so unmanly to give up so quickly!"
Clark took off his torn glove, his body seemed to be hollowed out.
The whole person sits on the hard ground with pits and bumps, and his chest rises and falls like a pulling bellows.
He looked up, his cousin's heavy fists enough to hammer him, and then felt the sore muscles.
If you fight with your eldest cousin all day, I'm afraid that you will die on the spot and everyone will be gone.
"I still can't learn to fight..."
Clark shook his head, a little depressed.
In front of Luke, he looked extremely clumsy.
was not punching fast enough, and his reaction was slow, and he could only get punched every time.
The only difference lies in the length of time.
"Fighting requires a long exercise, Clark."
Luke waved his hand, this amount of exercise is at best a warm-up, let alone breathing, not even sweating.
"I just want you to learn first how to control power."
At the beginning, Clark tried his best to blow up the air every time he punched.
With every step taken, cracks and potholes can be stamped on the solid ground.
If there is no Luke's biological force field covering the surroundings, I am afraid that this house will be demolished.
"At least you have now learned how to control the force of punches so that you won't lose control again."
Luke smiled slightly and threw a hot towel to his little cousin.
Kryptonian's physique is tough, even if he was used as a sandbag for two hours.
Clark is still alive, just a little sore muscles.
After a few minutes in the sun, it's probably all right.
This is why Luke is so enthusiastic about training his little cousin.
Since he became stronger and stronger, he couldn't even find a suitable sandbag.
And now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.
Who else can be more resistant to beatings than the Kryptonians?
"Then when can I learn to fly?"
Clark always remembered the beautiful feeling of overlooking the planet from a height.
"When you can resist the gravity of the earth, you can fly."
For true Kryptonians, flying is not an ability.
They can use their tyrannical bodies and biological force fields to get rid of the pull of gravity.
Such as Zod, who was born with the gene template of General Krypton.
The talent of fighting, the leader ability of the team is directly full.
So when he came to the earth, he quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.
is like flying, hot sight, you can quickly master it.
"Big cousin, I have something else to do."
Clark rested for a while, dried off his sweat, then stood up and said.
He recently joined the school's football team and can get close to his crush Lana every day.
With the daily special training of my elder cousin, although my back pains, I can control my body better than before, and I no longer have to worry about hurting others.
In short, life is like entering a fast lane.
Everything is so satisfying.
"There may be a lot of strange things happening in the town recently. If it is dangerous, remember to call for help."
Luke smiled meaningfully. He understood the threat of kryptonite to Superman, but he didn't say it straight.
Because there is no point in telling Clark, it will only raise more questions.
This small town is Superman’s Novice Village.
He needs to continue to complete tasks and accumulate experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the metropolis in the future.
……
……
Time passed silently like this, between the school and the daily special training of his big cousin, Clark felt that his life was fulfilled.
And the first task he will face is about to happen in a week.
On this day, he accompanied his mother to the town bank to withdraw money.
Thanks to the secret help of the big cousin, the size of the Kent farm has been doubled.
Adoptive father Jonathan started to get busy, took out the savings he had saved, and prepared to buy a new batch of farm tools and machinery.
"Seventeen years ago, that meteorite rain hit the town and caused a lot of casualties."
Mrs. Kent smiled and talked about the past. It was when she and her husband were driving home that they found Clark who had fallen from the sky.
also because of the disaster, many families were broken and innocent people were killed. Later, the registration of identity became much simpler.
Jonathan took a lot of effort to successfully file with the Population Department and the Social Security Bureau.
So, Clark Kent changed from an alien to an American citizen.
"Mom, thank you for adopting me."
Clark often thinks, what if he didn’t fall on a farm in Kansas, but fell elsewhere?
"You gave us hope, Clark."
Mrs. Kent took her son's arm and walked into the bank together.
Before long, two gangsters wearing presidential masks broke in.
"President Kennedy" with a double-barreled shotgun took the lead.
They seemed to be fully prepared, and first sent someone in to step on it.
After observing for a while, the gangster wearing the "President Roosevelt" mask quickly brought down the security inside.
Then stood at the door, and the two security guards who were attracted to let the remaining accomplices fall to the ground.
"Don't move! All squat down!"
"President Kennedy" fired a shot in the sky, and did not worry about attracting the police.
Small towns are no bigger than big cities and have strict security measures.
Even if the police station rushes over immediately after receiving the bank's alarm bell, it will take seven or eight minutes.
This period of time is enough for them to fill their two travel bags with banknotes.
Actually, robbery is an illegal job with great emphasis on efficiency.
The goal is to get the most gains in the shortest time.
Those who broke into the bank, got into an accident, and were quickly blocked by the police.
To some extent, they are not professional enough.
"Open the vault and put the money in! Be faster. If anyone delays time, I will blow his head with one shot."
The three gangsters quickly took control of the scene. Faced with a double-barreled shotgun, the bank staff and the residents of the town obediently hugged their heads and squatted on the ground.
It's like encountering a road robbery. Just hand the wallet over. Don't try to resist, otherwise you might get a bullet.
"President Jefferson" used a Colt pistol to **** the bank manager and an employee to open the vault to load money.
The other one is guarding the door, is the probe going out to scan the situation.
They have a clear division of labor, without the slightest panic, thinking they are not newbies.
"It's okay, Mom, it will be over soon."
Clark stared at the gunmen. Out of his inner sense of justice, he wanted to jump out immediately and stop these bad guys from committing crimes.
But considering the safety of his mother and the need to hide his identity, Clark can only temporarily suppress his eager complex mood.
When life is under the control of others, every second is so tormented.
The "President Kennedy" holding a double-barreled shotgun seemed to enjoy the feeling of holding life and death in his hand.
The muzzle swept continuously, and every movement would cause a whimper with fear.
"Boss, all right."
After a long few minutes finally passed, "President Roosevelt" threw two packed travel bags on the ground.
"President Kennedy" headed by kicked the bag in front of his comrades at the door and let him into the trunk of the car.
He was not sure if the policeman in the town was still on his way, so he raised his hand and looked at the time.
Only eight minutes have passed.
"Choose your personality and get in the car."
"President Kennedy" headed by , carrying a bag of money, said to the other accomplices.
"President Roosevelt" holding a Colt pistol took a quick glance, and selected Mrs. Kent, who was trembling all over and looked terrified.
Female, middle-aged, maybe a housewife...
A label like will make the police feel jealous and dare not do it directly.
The gangster grabbed Mrs. Kent roughly, trying to take her away.
This brother didn't know that his path was narrowed.
Even General Zod was pressed to the ground and rubbed because he tried to hurt Superman's mother.
Other people do this, and the fate can be imagined.
"Clark!"
Just when Mrs. Kent screamed, Superman, who could no longer bear it any longer, rushed forward like an angry bull with red eyes.
嘭!
Thanks to the daily special training of his eldest cousin recently, Clark did not smash the gangster into a pool of ketchup.
caught off guard, he turned his head over the opponent, and the Colt pistol that might pose a "threat" slipped out.
"Fak! You bastard!"
The gangster didn't expect that he would overturn the boat in the gutter and let a high school student fall to the ground.
However, before he could do anything, a powerful fist smashed the bridge of his nose.
even with his cheeks as if it had been scraped by a steel knife, and a large piece of skin was rubbed off.
This is still the consequence of Clark's strength.
Otherwise, the opponent's head may burst like a watermelon.
Warm blood splashed on his face.
Fighting with someone for the first time, and seeing the blood, Clark was suddenly at a loss.
He got up in a panic, and then saw two gangsters approaching outside the door.
The double-barreled shotgun was aimed at Clark's chest, and the bandit leader wearing the "President Kennedy" mask let out a cruel laugh.
Boom!
A ball of gunpowder dissipated.
Strong kinetic energy and shrapnel hit Superman.
Everyone in the bank covered their mouths, as if they couldn't bear to look anymore.
Such a young life is about to die under the gun of a gangster...it is a tragedy.
Especially Mrs. Kent, she almost fainted because of her emotions.
But after a few seconds, the **** scene they expected did not appear.
Clark subconsciously looked at the bullet's chest, only to feel a slight tingling, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps.
Other than that, there was no other reaction.
"What the **** are you a monster?"
Now it was the culprit's turn to be shocked.
This immature-looking, young high school student in front of him received a shotgun all right?
He doesn't believe in evil, and pulls the bolt, ready to do it again.
But Clark didn't give "President Kennedy" this opportunity. He also learned a truth from his big cousin. Don't let the enemy have any room for counterattack.
Within a few steps, he crossed the distance between them.
Yang held the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and squeezed it hard!
crunch!
makes a toothy metal distortion sound.
The barrel of the gun was twisted in an instant.
嘭!
Clark easily snatched the scrapped gun from the culprit, and threw it on the opponent's head as a baseball bat.
This time, he controlled the force perfectly.
is at most severe concussion, but it will never be life-threatening.
The only remaining gangster "President Jefferson" saw this scene, and without looking back, he hurriedly climbed into the car, ignited the engine, and drove away.
Clark wanted to catch up, then he stopped abruptly.
He cannot leave his mother alone in the bank, it may be dangerous.
More than ten seconds later, the bank clerk confirmed that the culprit had left, surrounded Clark's side with his head, and looked at him with surprise.
At this time, the super talent realized one thing.
I am a Saiyan’s secret, it seems to be exposed?
In a hurry, Clark, who was angry and shot, had long forgotten the reminder of his adoptive father Jonathan.
After solving the bank robbery, he remembered that he shouldn't do this.
"You saved us!"
"This kid is a hero!"
"He was not injured..."
"……"
Various voices squeezed into Clark's ears, and he became a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.
became the focus for the first time in life, and was also called a "hero".
Clark is not used to it. He carefully pushes away the people around him.
lifted up the frightened mother and prepared to leave.
At this time, the harsh police siren sounded.
The police finally arrived.
But they only saw two gangsters who passed out, as well as happy bank employees.
How did this happen?
The policeman's face is covered with question marks.
This scene doesn't look like a bank robbery, but like a carnival party with a certain theme.
"The police officer, that's the kid in school uniform."
Someone pointed to Clark and said~www.novelhall.com~ Everyone said, did you bring down these two armed bandits? "
The fat police officer with a beer belly came over and asked. He observed the scene for a while, consciously or unconsciously, and found the double-barreled shotgun twisted into a twist.
"You did this too?"
Clark was a little stiff, he scratched his head, not knowing how to explain.
"Don't be nervous, kid, I'm just recording a statement. You prevented a bank robbery and saved everyone present. They are very grateful to you, and the police will give them awards."
The fat police officer has rich experience, slows down his tone, wants to get rid of Clark's alertness, and then begins to talk.
"Go ahead, how did you defeat them?"
A high school student brought down two bandits with guns, which sounds like a fantasy.
Clark rolled his throat twice, remembering the words taught by his cousin, and replied: "Police officer, I, I am born with supernatural power, I knocked them over with just a fist."
The plump face of the fat police officer suddenly became serious.
"Then this is your natural power?"
He pointed to Clark's chest, his clothes showing a hole in ragged clothes.
That is the mark caused by the shotgun.
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If it is said that the time and space of the main universe, all the undercurrents are hidden on the calm surface, and gradually present the harbinger of the crisis.
The world that Luke lives in is just like the retirement life of a retired worker, with a slow and monotonous pace.
"Push harder, didn't you eat?"
"Think of me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend, yes, that's it, hit me hard!"
"Too weak, too weak...Kakarot! You are not even qualified to be my opponent!"
"……"
Replaced before, facing such a boring world.
Luke may choose to use Hollywood female stars to collect stamps and constantly repair cars to pass the time.
But now, he has found more interesting entertainment.
That is to train the little cousin of Krypton!
Under the private residence, there is a wide training ground.
嘭嘭!
嘭嘭嘭!
The muffled and thunderous sounds formed a string, like firecrackers.
The fist is like a fast and rhythmic drum beat, constantly falling on Clark.
He is like a human sandbag, he can only hold his head in his hands, passively bear the violent offensive of his big cousin, and there is no room for counterattack.
The training process these days, that's it.
was repeatedly beaten until he could not stand up.
"I, I surrender, big cousin!"
Clark, feeling exhausted, gasped violently, even speaking intermittently.
"Clark, your will is not strong enough, you should say, ‘I can still fight you all day’!"
Luke retracted his fist and said a little disgustingly: "It's so unmanly to give up so quickly!"
Clark took off his torn glove, his body seemed to be hollowed out.
The whole person sits on the hard ground with pits and bumps, and his chest rises and falls like a pulling bellows.
He looked up, his cousin's heavy fists enough to hammer him, and then felt the sore muscles.
If you fight with your eldest cousin all day, I'm afraid that you will die on the spot and everyone will be gone.
"I still can't learn to fight..."
Clark shook his head, a little depressed.
In front of Luke, he looked extremely clumsy.
was not punching fast enough, and his reaction was slow, and he could only get punched every time.
The only difference lies in the length of time.
"Fighting requires a long exercise, Clark."
Luke waved his hand, this amount of exercise is at best a warm-up, let alone breathing, not even sweating.
"I just want you to learn first how to control power."
At the beginning, Clark tried his best to blow up the air every time he punched.
With every step taken, cracks and potholes can be stamped on the solid ground.
If there is no Luke's biological force field covering the surroundings, I am afraid that this house will be demolished.
"At least you have now learned how to control the force of punches so that you won't lose control again."
Luke smiled slightly and threw a hot towel to his little cousin.
Kryptonian's physique is tough, even if he was used as a sandbag for two hours.
Clark is still alive, just a little sore muscles.
After a few minutes in the sun, it's probably all right.
This is why Luke is so enthusiastic about training his little cousin.
Since he became stronger and stronger, he couldn't even find a suitable sandbag.
And now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.
Who else can be more resistant to beatings than the Kryptonians?
"Then when can I learn to fly?"
Clark always remembered the beautiful feeling of overlooking the planet from a height.
"When you can resist the gravity of the earth, you can fly."
For true Kryptonians, flying is not an ability.
They can use their tyrannical bodies and biological force fields to get rid of the pull of gravity.
Such as Zod, who was born with the gene template of General Krypton.
The talent of fighting, the leader ability of the team is directly full.
So when he came to the earth, he quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.
is like flying, hot sight, you can quickly master it.
"Big cousin, I have something else to do."
Clark rested for a while, dried off his sweat, then stood up and said.
He recently joined the school's football team and can get close to his crush Lana every day.
With the daily special training of my elder cousin, although my back pains, I can control my body better than before, and I no longer have to worry about hurting others.
In short, life is like entering a fast lane.
Everything is so satisfying.
"There may be a lot of strange things happening in the town recently. If it is dangerous, remember to call for help."
Luke smiled meaningfully. He understood the threat of kryptonite to Superman, but he didn't say it straight.
Because there is no point in telling Clark, it will only raise more questions.
This small town is Superman’s Novice Village.
He needs to continue to complete tasks and accumulate experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the metropolis in the future.
……
……
Time passed silently like this, between the school and the daily special training of his big cousin, Clark felt that his life was fulfilled.
And the first task he will face is about to happen in a week.
On this day, he accompanied his mother to the town bank to withdraw money.
Thanks to the secret help of the big cousin, the size of the Kent farm has been doubled.
Adoptive father Jonathan started to get busy, took out the savings he had saved, and prepared to buy a new batch of farm tools and machinery.
"Seventeen years ago, that meteorite rain hit the town and caused a lot of casualties."
Mrs. Kent smiled and talked about the past. It was when she and her husband were driving home that they found Clark who had fallen from the sky.
also because of the disaster, many families were broken and innocent people were killed. Later, the registration of identity became much simpler.
Jonathan took a lot of effort to successfully file with the Population Department and the Social Security Bureau.
So, Clark Kent changed from an alien to an American citizen.
"Mom, thank you for adopting me."
Clark often thinks, what if he didn’t fall on a farm in Kansas, but fell elsewhere?
"You gave us hope, Clark."
Mrs. Kent took her son's arm and walked into the bank together.
Before long, two gangsters wearing presidential masks broke in.
"President Kennedy" with a double-barreled shotgun took the lead.
They seemed to be fully prepared, and first sent someone in to step on it.
After observing for a while, the gangster wearing the "President Roosevelt" mask quickly brought down the security inside.
Then stood at the door, and the two security guards who were attracted to let the remaining accomplices fall to the ground.
"Don't move! All squat down!"
"President Kennedy" fired a shot in the sky, and did not worry about attracting the police.
Small towns are no bigger than big cities and have strict security measures.
Even if the police station rushes over immediately after receiving the bank's alarm bell, it will take seven or eight minutes.
This period of time is enough for them to fill their two travel bags with banknotes.
Actually, robbery is an illegal job with great emphasis on efficiency.
The goal is to get the most gains in the shortest time.
Those who broke into the bank, got into an accident, and were quickly blocked by the police.
To some extent, they are not professional enough.
"Open the vault and put the money in! Be faster. If anyone delays time, I will blow his head with one shot."
The three gangsters quickly took control of the scene. Faced with a double-barreled shotgun, the bank staff and the residents of the town obediently hugged their heads and squatted on the ground.
It's like encountering a road robbery. Just hand the wallet over. Don't try to resist, otherwise you might get a bullet.
"President Jefferson" used a Colt pistol to **** the bank manager and an employee to open the vault to load money.
The other one is guarding the door, is the probe going out to scan the situation.
They have a clear division of labor, without the slightest panic, thinking they are not newbies.
"It's okay, Mom, it will be over soon."
Clark stared at the gunmen. Out of his inner sense of justice, he wanted to jump out immediately and stop these bad guys from committing crimes.
But considering the safety of his mother and the need to hide his identity, Clark can only temporarily suppress his eager complex mood.
When life is under the control of others, every second is so tormented.
The "President Kennedy" holding a double-barreled shotgun seemed to enjoy the feeling of holding life and death in his hand.
The muzzle swept continuously, and every movement would cause a whimper with fear.
"Boss, all right."
After a long few minutes finally passed, "President Roosevelt" threw two packed travel bags on the ground.
"President Kennedy" headed by kicked the bag in front of his comrades at the door and let him into the trunk of the car.
He was not sure if the policeman in the town was still on his way, so he raised his hand and looked at the time.
Only eight minutes have passed.
"Choose your personality and get in the car."
"President Kennedy" headed by , carrying a bag of money, said to the other accomplices.
"President Roosevelt" holding a Colt pistol took a quick glance, and selected Mrs. Kent, who was trembling all over and looked terrified.
Female, middle-aged, maybe a housewife...
A label like will make the police feel jealous and dare not do it directly.
The gangster grabbed Mrs. Kent roughly, trying to take her away.
This brother didn't know that his path was narrowed.
Even General Zod was pressed to the ground and rubbed because he tried to hurt Superman's mother.
Other people do this, and the fate can be imagined.
"Clark!"
Just when Mrs. Kent screamed, Superman, who could no longer bear it any longer, rushed forward like an angry bull with red eyes.
嘭!
Thanks to the daily special training of his eldest cousin recently, Clark did not smash the gangster into a pool of ketchup.
caught off guard, he turned his head over the opponent, and the Colt pistol that might pose a "threat" slipped out.
"Fak! You bastard!"
The gangster didn't expect that he would overturn the boat in the gutter and let a high school student fall to the ground.
However, before he could do anything, a powerful fist smashed the bridge of his nose.
even with his cheeks as if it had been scraped by a steel knife, and a large piece of skin was rubbed off.
This is still the consequence of Clark's strength.
Otherwise, the opponent's head may burst like a watermelon.
Warm blood splashed on his face.
Fighting with someone for the first time, and seeing the blood, Clark was suddenly at a loss.
He got up in a panic, and then saw two gangsters approaching outside the door.
The double-barreled shotgun was aimed at Clark's chest, and the bandit leader wearing the "President Kennedy" mask let out a cruel laugh.
Boom!
A ball of gunpowder dissipated.
Strong kinetic energy and shrapnel hit Superman.
Everyone in the bank covered their mouths, as if they couldn't bear to look anymore.
Such a young life is about to die under the gun of a gangster...it is a tragedy.
Especially Mrs. Kent, she almost fainted because of her emotions.
But after a few seconds, the **** scene they expected did not appear.
Clark subconsciously looked at the bullet's chest, only to feel a slight tingling, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps.
Other than that, there was no other reaction.
"What the **** are you a monster?"
Now it was the culprit's turn to be shocked.
This immature-looking, young high school student in front of him received a shotgun all right?
He doesn't believe in evil, and pulls the bolt, ready to do it again.
But Clark didn't give "President Kennedy" this opportunity. He also learned a truth from his big cousin. Don't let the enemy have any room for counterattack.
Within a few steps, he crossed the distance between them.
Yang held the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and squeezed it hard!
crunch!
makes a toothy metal distortion sound.
The barrel of the gun was twisted in an instant.
嘭!
Clark easily snatched the scrapped gun from the culprit, and threw it on the opponent's head as a baseball bat.
This time, he controlled the force perfectly.
is at most severe concussion, but it will never be life-threatening.
The only remaining gangster "President Jefferson" saw this scene, and without looking back, he hurriedly climbed into the car, ignited the engine, and drove away.
Clark wanted to catch up, then he stopped abruptly.
He cannot leave his mother alone in the bank, it may be dangerous.
More than ten seconds later, the bank clerk confirmed that the culprit had left, surrounded Clark's side with his head, and looked at him with surprise.
At this time, the super talent realized one thing.
I am a Saiyan’s secret, it seems to be exposed?
In a hurry, Clark, who was angry and shot, had long forgotten the reminder of his adoptive father Jonathan.
After solving the bank robbery, he remembered that he shouldn't do this.
"You saved us!"
"This kid is a hero!"
"He was not injured..."
"……"
Various voices squeezed into Clark's ears, and he became a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.
became the focus for the first time in life, and was also called a "hero".
Clark is not used to it. He carefully pushes away the people around him.
lifted up the frightened mother and prepared to leave.
At this time, the harsh police siren sounded.
The police finally arrived.
But they only saw two gangsters who passed out, as well as happy bank employees.
How did this happen?
The policeman's face is covered with question marks.
This scene doesn't look like a bank robbery, but like a carnival party with a certain theme.
"The police officer, that's the kid in school uniform."
Someone pointed to Clark and said~www.novelhall.com~ Everyone said, did you bring down these two armed bandits? "
The fat police officer with a beer belly came over and asked. He observed the scene for a while, consciously or unconsciously, and found the double-barreled shotgun twisted into a twist.
"You did this too?"
Clark was a little stiff, he scratched his head, not knowing how to explain.
"Don't be nervous, kid, I'm just recording a statement. You prevented a bank robbery and saved everyone present. They are very grateful to you, and the police will give them awards."
The fat police officer has rich experience, slows down his tone, wants to get rid of Clark's alertness, and then begins to talk.
"Go ahead, how did you defeat them?"
A high school student brought down two bandits with guns, which sounds like a fantasy.
Clark rolled his throat twice, remembering the words taught by his cousin, and replied: "Police officer, I, I am born with supernatural power, I knocked them over with just a fist."
The plump face of the fat police officer suddenly became serious.
"Then this is your natural power?"
He pointed to Clark's chest, his clothes showing a hole in ragged clothes.
That is the mark caused by the shotgun.
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If it is said that the time and space of the main universe, all the undercurrents are hidden on the calm surface, and gradually present the harbinger of the crisis.The world that Luke lives in is just like the retirement life of a retired worker, with a slow and monotonous pace."Push harder, didn't you eat?""Think of me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend, yes, that's it, hit me hard!""Too weak, too weak...Kakarot! You are not even qualified to be my opponent!"""Replaced before, facing such a boring world.Luke may choose to use Hollywood female stars to collect stamps and constantly repair cars to pass the time.But now, he has found more interesting entertainment.That is to train the little cousin of Krypton!Under the private residence, there is a wide training ground.!!The muffled and thunderous sounds formed a string, like firecrackers.The fist is like a fast and rhythmic drum beat, constantly falling on Clark.He is like a human sandbag, he can only hold his head in his hands, passively bear the violent offensive of his big cousin, and there is no room for counterattack.The training process these days, that's it.was repeatedly beaten until he could not stand up."I, I surrender, big cousin!"Clark, feeling exhausted, gasped violently, even speaking intermittently."Clark, your will is not strong enough, you should say, I can still fight you all day'!"Luke retracted his fist and said a little disgustingly: "It's so unmanly to give up so quickly!"Clark took off his torn glove, his body seemed to be hollowed out.The whole person sits on the hard ground with pits and bumps, and his chest rises and falls like a pulling bellows.He looked up, his cousin's heavy fists enough to hammer him, and then felt the sore muscles.If you fight with your eldest cousin all day, I'm afraid that you will die on the spot and everyone will be gone."I still can't learn to fight..."Clark shook his head, a little depressed.In front of Luke, he looked extremely clumsy.was not punching fast enough, and his reaction was slow, and he could only get punched every time.The only difference lies in the length of time."Fighting requires a long exercise, Clark."Luke waved his hand, this amount of exercise is at best a warm-up, let alone breathing, not even sweating."I just want you to learn first how to control power."At the beginning, Clark tried his best to blow up the air every time he punched.With every step taken, cracks and potholes can be stamped on the solid ground.If there is no Luke's biological force field covering the surroundings, I am afraid that this house will be demolished."At least you have now learned how to control the force of punches so that you won't lose control again."Luke smiled slightly and threw a hot towel to his little cousin.Kryptonian's physique is tough, even if he was used as a sandbag for two hours.Clark is still alive, just a little sore muscles.After a few minutes in the sun, it's probably all right.This is why Luke is so enthusiastic about training his little cousin.Since he became stronger and stronger, he couldn't even find a suitable sandbag.And now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.Who else can be more resistant to beatings than the Kryptonians?"Then when can I learn to fly?"Clark always remembered the beautiful feeling of overlooking the planet from a height."When you can resist the gravity of the earth, you can fly."For true Kryptonians, flying is not an ability.They can use their tyrannical bodies and biological force fields to get rid of the pull of gravity.Such as Zod, who was born with the gene template of General Krypton.The talent of fighting, the leader ability of the team is directly full.So when he came to the earth, he quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.is like flying, hot sight, you can quickly master it."Big cousin, I have something else to do."Clark rested for a while, dried off his sweat, then stood up and said.He recently joined the school's football team and can get close to his crush Lana every day.With the daily special training of my elder cousin, although my back pains, I can control my body better than before, and I no longer have to worry about hurting others.In short, life is like entering a fast lane.Everything is so satisfying."There may be a lot of strange things happening in the town recently. If it is dangerous, remember to call for help."Luke smiled meaningfully. He understood the threat of kryptonite to Superman, but he didn't say it straight.Because there is no point in telling Clark, it will only raise more questions.This small town is Superman's Novice Village.He needs to continue to complete tasks and accumulate experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the metropolis in the future.Time passed silently like this, between the school and the daily special training of his big cousin, Clark felt that his life was fulfilled.And the first task he will face is about to happen in a week.On this day, he accompanied his mother to the town bank to withdraw money.Thanks to the secret help of the big cousin, the size of the Kent farm has been doubled.Adoptive father Jonathan started to get busy, took out the savings he had saved, and prepared to buy a new batch of farm tools and machinery."Seventeen years ago, that meteorite rain hit the town and caused a lot of casualties."Mrs. Kent smiled and talked about the past. It was when she and her husband were driving home that they found Clark who had fallen from the sky.also because of the disaster, many families were broken and innocent people were killed. Later, the registration of identity became much simpler.Jonathan took a lot of effort to successfully file with the Population Department and the Social Security Bureau.So, Clark Kent changed from an alien to an American citizen."Mom, thank you for adopting me."Clark often thinks, what if he didn't fall on a farm in Kansas, but fell elsewhere?"You gave us hope, Clark."Mrs. Kent took her son's arm and walked into the bank together.Before long, two gangsters wearing presidential masks broke in."President Kennedy" with a double-barreled shotgun took the lead.They seemed to be fully prepared, and first sent someone in to step on it.After observing for a while, the gangster wearing the "President Roosevelt" mask quickly brought down the security inside.Then stood at the door, and the two security guards who were attracted to let the remaining accomplices fall to the ground."Don't move! All squat down!""President Kennedy" fired a shot in the sky, and did not worry about attracting the police.Small towns are no bigger than big cities and have strict security measures.Even if the police station rushes over immediately after receiving the bank's alarm bell, it will take seven or eight minutes.This period of time is enough for them to fill their two travel bags with banknotes.Actually, robbery is an illegal job with great emphasis on efficiency.The goal is to get the most gains in the shortest time.Those who broke into the bank, got into an accident, and were quickly blocked by the police.To some extent, they are not professional enough."Open the vault and put the money in! Be faster. If anyone delays time, I will blow his head with one shot."The three gangsters quickly took control of the scene. Faced with a double-barreled shotgun, the bank staff and the residents of the town obediently hugged their heads and squatted on the ground.It's like encountering a road robbery. Just hand the wallet over. Don't try to resist, otherwise you might get a bullet."President Jefferson" used a Colt pistol to **** the bank manager and an employee to open the vault to load money.The other one is guarding the door, is the probe going out to scan the situation.They have a clear division of labor, without the slightest panic, thinking they are not newbies."It's okay, Mom, it will be over soon."Clark stared at the gunmen. Out of his inner sense of justice, he wanted to jump out immediately and stop these bad guys from committing crimes.But considering the safety of his mother and the need to hide his identity, Clark can only temporarily suppress his eager complex mood.When life is under the control of others, every second is so tormented.The "President Kennedy" holding a double-barreled shotgun seemed to enjoy the feeling of holding life and death in his hand.The muzzle swept continuously, and every movement would cause a whimper with fear."Boss, all right."After a long few minutes finally passed, "President Roosevelt" threw two packed travel bags on the ground."President Kennedy" headed by kicked the bag in front of his comrades at the door and let him into the trunk of the car.He was not sure if the policeman in the town was still on his way, so he raised his hand and looked at the time.Only eight minutes have passed."Choose your personality and get in the car.""President Kennedy" headed by , carrying a bag of money, said to the other accomplices."President Roosevelt" holding a Colt pistol took a quick glance, and selected Mrs. Kent, who was trembling all over and looked terrified.Female, middle-aged, maybe a housewife...A label like will make the police feel jealous and dare not do it directly.The gangster grabbed Mrs. Kent roughly, trying to take her away.This brother didn't know that his path was narrowed.Even General Zod was pressed to the ground and rubbed because he tried to hurt Superman's mother.Other people do this, and the fate can be imagined."Clark!"Just when Mrs. Kent screamed, Superman, who could no longer bear it any longer, rushed forward like an angry bull with red eyes.!Thanks to the daily special training of his eldest cousin recently, Clark did not smash the gangster into a pool of ketchup.caught off guard, he turned his head over the opponent, and the Colt pistol that might pose a "threat" slipped out."Fak! You bastard!"The gangster didn't expect that he would overturn the boat in the gutter and let a high school student fall to the ground.However, before he could do anything, a powerful fist smashed the bridge of his nose.even with his cheeks as if it had been scraped by a steel knife, and a large piece of skin was rubbed off.This is still the consequence of Clark's strength.Otherwise, the opponent's head may burst like a watermelon.Warm blood splashed on his face.Fighting with someone for the first time, and seeing the blood, Clark was suddenly at a loss.He got up in a panic, and then saw two gangsters approaching outside the door.The double-barreled shotgun was aimed at Clark's chest, and the bandit leader wearing the "President Kennedy" mask let out a cruel laugh.Boom!A ball of gunpowder dissipated.Strong kinetic energy and shrapnel hit Superman.Everyone in the bank covered their mouths, as if they couldn't bear to look anymore.Such a young life is about to die under the gun of a gangster...it is a tragedy.Especially Mrs. Kent, she almost fainted because of her emotions.But after a few seconds, the **** scene they expected did not appear.Clark subconsciously looked at the bullet's chest, only to feel a slight tingling, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps.Other than that, there was no other reaction."What the **** are you a monster?"Now it was the culprit's turn to be shocked.This immature-looking, young high school student in front of him received a shotgun all right?He doesn't believe in evil, and pulls the bolt, ready to do it again.But Clark didn't give "President Kennedy" this opportunity. He also learned a truth from his big cousin. Don't let the enemy have any room for counterattack.Within a few steps, he crossed the distance between them.Yang held the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and squeezed it hard!crunch!makes a toothy metal distortion sound.The barrel of the gun was twisted in an instant.!Clark easily snatched the scrapped gun from the culprit, and threw it on the opponent's head as a baseball bat.This time, he controlled the force perfectly.is at most severe concussion, but it will never be life-threatening.The only remaining gangster "President Jefferson" saw this scene, and without looking back, he hurriedly climbed into the car, ignited the engine, and drove away.Clark wanted to catch up, then he stopped abruptly.He cannot leave his mother alone in the bank, it may be dangerous.More than ten seconds later, the bank clerk confirmed that the culprit had left, surrounded Clark's side with his head, and looked at him with surprise.At this time, the super talent realized one thing.I am a Saiyan's secret, it seems to be exposed?In a hurry, Clark, who was angry and shot, had long forgotten the reminder of his adoptive father Jonathan.After solving the bank robbery, he remembered that he shouldn't do this."You saved us!""This kid is a hero!""He was not injured..."""Various voices squeezed into Clark's ears, and he became a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.became the focus for the first time in life, and was also called a "hero".Clark is not used to it. He carefully pushes away the people around him.lifted up the frightened mother and prepared to leave.At this time, the harsh police siren sounded.The police finally arrived.But they only saw two gangsters who passed out, as well as happy bank employees.How did this happen?The policeman's face is covered with question marks.This scene doesn't look like a bank robbery, but like a carnival party with a certain theme."The police officer, that's the kid in school uniform."Someone pointed to Clark and said~www.novelhall.com~ Everyone said, did you bring down these two armed bandits? "The fat police officer with a beer belly came over and asked. He observed the scene for a while, consciously or unconsciously, and found the double-barreled shotgun twisted into a twist."You did this too?"Clark was a little stiff, he scratched his head, not knowing how to explain."Don't be nervous, kid, I'm just recording a statement. You prevented a bank robbery and saved everyone present. They are very grateful to you, and the police will give them awards."The fat police officer has rich experience, slows down his tone, wants to get rid of Clark's alertness, and then begins to talk."Go ahead, how did you defeat them?"A high school student brought down two bandits with guns, which sounds like a fantasy.Clark rolled his throat twice, remembering the words taught by his cousin, and replied: "Police officer, I, I am born with supernatural power, I knocked them over with just a fist."The plump face of the fat police officer suddenly became serious."Then this is your natural power?"He pointed to Clark's chest, his clothes showing a hole in ragged clothes.That is the mark caused by the shotgun.Please remember the domain name of the book's first publication:. The fastest mobile version update URL:
