Superman of the American Comics

There is no doubt that his adoptive father Jonathan let Clark hide his plan, which has completely failed.

No matter how you defend it, it can't be easily covered up.

First of all, there are so many witnesses in the bank.

They saw with their own eyes how Clark knocked down the two bank robbers and was safe from a shotgun.

Unless Superman has a broken flash pen, "click" to erase the memory of everyone present.

Otherwise, the confessions of so many people can be corroborated.

Moreover, the surveillance cameras in the bank have already faithfully recorded what happened before.

There is firm evidence, and it is useless to deny it.

"Child, lying is not a good habit."

The fat police officer looked at the twisted double barrel shotgun and smacked his tongue. What a terrible force it takes to do it.

And the two unlucky bandits, whose injuries look not light.

"Officer, I'm on the school football team, and I often do some work on my father's farm. It's reasonable to exercise since childhood, have a great body and be stronger than others!"

Clark had a quick idea and thought of a reason.

After knowing his big cousin, he will find excuses more and more. He is no longer the naive little town boy.

Luke calls this change "growth".

"Oh, so everyone in your school football team can bend the barrel and knock down two adult men weighing more than 160 pounds? I really think I'm Rambo!"

The fat police officer looked at Clark, who posed and showed strong muscles like Mr. bodybuilder, and thought whether the child had a brain problem.

"If the children of America were as strong as you, we would have formed a super Legion to rule the world!"

Seeing this brave young man, he was unwilling to tell the truth.

The fat police officer was too lazy to continue wasting time. He turned to ask someone to maintain the scene, pack up the material evidence, and prepare to take Clark back to the police station for questioning.

Of course, he did not want to interrogate the other party as a prisoner.

It's just out of the professional integrity of the police and personal curiosity.

It's big news for high school students to stop armed robbers from robbing banks.

No matter in which city, Clark's performance is amazing.

In this age when superheroes are not in full bloom, any behavior beyond ordinary people's understanding will attract a lot of attention.

"Mr. police officer, people's physique can not be generalized. I have done things that are usually difficult to complete in the case of extreme anger."

A plain voice with a smile inserted in and stopped the fat police officer's action.

"In fact, Kent's behavior can be reasonably explained scientifically. For example, because adrenaline is secreted rapidly and the blood flow rate is accelerated, a powerful force that could not be played in the past broke out, which is not as exaggerated as you think."

Seeing the visitor, Clark looked surprised and shouted, "big watch... Mr. Carville!"

Only Luke can help him at this time.

"Ah, it's Mr. Carville. Why are you here?"

The original cool attitude of the fat police officer has been greatly changed by 180 degrees.

He knew the young man standing in front of him. Last week, the other party had dinner with the administrative committee of the town.

The young rich in the metropolis, the star figures in the town, and all kinds of auras are imposed on Luke's head, which is impressive.

Speaking of, the urban management model in the United States is very strange. One is the town meeting system.

All residents of the town meet at least once a year to implement various administrative measures related to public security and personnel mobility through internal discussion.

Another is the town representative meeting system, which is similar to the above one, but it is more efficient and time-saving for all residents to elect representatives to participate in the meeting.

The town where the fat police officer is located is the second kind. The administrative committee is responsible for all official work.

The most powerful and prestigious are the town police chief and the members of the Committee.

The latter are generally composed of rich families and elite classes, who represent the "opinions" of all small town residents.

A small town is an epitome of the political structure of the United States.

Seeing Luke appear, the fat police officer coughed twice, slowed down his voice and said, "but he was shot without injury. Everyone saw..."

"Maybe the bandits bought inferior guns, or Kent learned some kind of Oriental 'Qigong'."

Luke's serious nonsense.

"I know a Mr. Ma. It is said that an English Hercules with more than 200 kilograms can't move one of his fingers with all his strength. He is a master with great martial virtue."

The fat police officer looked confused and didn't know why the topic turned to Oriental martial arts.

He scratched his head. Because he didn't want to offend the other party too much, he hesitated and said, "this is a big case. He always wants to go back with us and take a complete confession."

"Mr. police officer, are you going to take a boy who bravely stood up to protect his mother to the police station for inquiry, instead of stepping up the search and chasing the escaped robber?"

Luke said in a serious tone, "the man is carrying more than 100000 US dollars in bank notes and a gun. If he is allowed to go unpunished, it will be irresponsible for the personal and property safety of the town residents."

"What you should do now is not to embarrass this brave boy, but to immediately contact the highway patrol and state police along the way and try your best to arrest the gunman wearing the president's mask!"

Although Luke is not much older than Clark in terms of age

But he awed the fat police officer in momentum, as if he were the other party's superior.

After all, once a lieutenant general of the Pentagon and director of aegis, he developed the habit of giving orders, and the majesty of the superior was subconsciously revealed.

"Kent is a good boy. He deserves commendation, not being interrogated like a prisoner."

Luke finished this sentence, didn't look at the fat police officer, and took Clark and his unconscious mother away.

The other party didn't say anything, just stood in place awkwardly.

Such a style, I immediately gain the worship eyes of my little cousin.

Clark, who has not yet left the town, has a vague understanding of social status for the first time.

"I contacted an ambulance, took Mrs. Kent to the town hospital, and then called Jonathan. It shouldn't be a big deal."

Luke seemed to know the situation and quickly solved all kinds of problems.

Because of the ups and downs in her mood, Mrs. Kent unfortunately fainted.

It can only be said that the accident came too suddenly.

By the time Jonathan arrived, it was dark.

The Kansas farmer with a strong sense of morality first expressed his sincere thanks to Luke, and then replaced Clark, who was guarding by the hospital bed, took his wife's hand and sat silently watching.

The latter gently closed the door and saw his big cousin sitting in the corridor chair.

"Now I have time to talk?"

Luke rubbed his temples and whispered.

Perhaps because of the "Butterfly Effect", it should have been a step-by-step plot.

It's like a runaway train running in an unknown direction.

He thought he would like to see dozens of episodes of Clark's dog blood relationship with Lana, and then wait for Superman to play strange and upgrade in the novice village. As a result, he didn't expect to fast forward to the identity crisis.

A bank robbery exposed Clark's strength and was about to fall into the vortex of public opinion.

"Cousin, what should I do?"

They went to the vending machine, took two cans of coke, and then found a quiet place to start talking.

Clark was very flustered. It was an accident that the robbers robbed the bank.

In a hurry, he inadvertently showed his strong power different from ordinary people in front of many witnesses.

After that, it will certainly lead to a series of chain reactions.

The news of the town spread quickly. Before long, Clark will become a well-known "celebrity".

"Don't be too nervous, Clark."

Luke calmed his little cousin.

The current situation is actually a good thing for him.

Before, considering the family resistance, he didn't interfere too much in Clark's life.

As Superman's parents, Jonathan and Martha must want their son to live a stable life.

It's best to inherit Kent's farm, stay as a farmer in Kansas, and then get a wife and have children.

But Luke didn't think so. He wanted his little cousin's life to be more interesting.

For example, become a Kryptonian who can play Wing Chun?

Only on the emotional level, the relationship between the big cousin who met again after many years of separation is certainly not as deep as that between the adoptive father and adoptive mother.

Rash interference in Clark's life will inevitably cause resentment and resistance.

A stable structure always needs external pressure to break the situation.

Now, it is a good opportunity.

"Clark, things are far from the worst."

Luke opened the can and took a sip of cold soda.

"I've solved the video taken by the surveillance camera in the bank."

"In other words, except for those witnesses, there is not enough evidence to show that you are a... Saiya."

Luke's words reassured his little cousin.

While in the hospital bed, Clark was full of terrible pictures of being locked up in the laboratory and drawing blood every day.

"In addition, there are so many small towns in the United States that there are always all kinds of strange news, strange stories and strange stories."

Luke's mouth went on.

"Are those all true?"

Clark was more and more happy when he heard it, and his originally depressed mood perked up in an instant.

"So the police won't come to me again? I don't have to drop out of school?"

The little cousin's thinking still stays at a relatively simple level.

At this time, he was no different from other people of his age. His mind was full of hormones.

Just think of Lana's better face and her hot body full of youth.

Luke shook his head helplessly.

Men's maturity is often due to women.

When Clark is completely lovelorn, he will understand that it's better to be a Saiya without feelings.

"But -"

Luke paused and said the word Clark didn't want to hear at all.

"I can't erase all the influence. The residents of the town will start talking about you. They will attach some mystical or religious things to you."

"Clark, the original peaceful life has left you."

"Because they saw it, you flattened a shotgun with your bare hands, and nothing happened when you were shot... This is some incredible 'miracle', okay?"

The smile on his little cousin's face solidified, and he was completely unaware of these problems.

Thinking of the spaceship in Kent farm warehouse and his own identity, Clark seemed devastated and dejected.

"That's why dad asked me to hide myself..."

He felt he had screwed everything up.

However, in such a critical situation at that time, he had no choice but to rush up and stop the bandit from hurting his mother.

"Clark, have you ever thought that hiding yourself is not a good choice."

Luke patted his little cousin on the shoulder and said slowly, "Jonathan must have told you that you came to this world is meaningful. You are some kind of symbol, some kind of sign."

"But that is a thorny road. If you choose to be a flag or a lighthouse in the eyes of mankind, you will bear a lot of criticism."

"People who are afraid of the unknown will misunderstand you, hurt you, and treat you as an alien, monster."

Clark lowered his head. The firm brilliance in his eyes seemed to be dim.

"What should I do?"

He took a deep breath and looked at his big cousin who gradually built trust.

"Of course it's becoming an idol... Cough, I mean, you can choose not to hide yourself and tell the world who you are!"

Luke spoke loudly. He had a follow-up public relations plan in mind.

As long as Clark agrees, Superman will appear in the world.

Then, it's like pushing down the first domino.

Superheroes will spring up like mushrooms.

"Instead of fearing rumors and allowing slander, why not be brave, stand in front of them and tell them that you are full of kindness?"

Luke's voice was full of appeal, which made Clark's dark eyes glow again.

"I want to admit that I'm an alien?"

The little cousin asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't have to be so. The identity of aliens will attract the vigilance of the government and the exclusion of the masses..."

Luke's eyes flashed. He was thinking about what kind of origin story to make up for his little cousin.

Bitten by an animal?

Or the impact of gamma rays?

"You come from the laboratory. A super soldier serum created Clark Kent and made you powerful."

Lux took a moment and said word by word.

"Laboratory, serum... Is this a little science fiction?"

Clark scratched his head. He preferred the stereotype that the good protagonist moved the gods and was given divine power.

"You can't rob your own set of scripts."

Make complaints about the little cousin's Tucao, Luke shook his head.

That belongs to the wisdom of locking the door... Oh, no, the wisdom of Solomon, the origin story of shazan.

"The water company under my name negotiated some biological transformation related businesses with the Ministry of defense two years ago, which can just serve as a suitable background."

Luke snapped his fingers. He put his hand on his little cousin's shoulder and said in a low voice, "I've even figured out the code for you. How about calling it 'native'?"