Lex Luthor, one of Superman's lifelong antagonists.
After discovering Superman, he devoted himself to freeing the world from the "threat" of Superman. In his opinion, Superman locked humans in a cradle of comfort, not giving them the opportunity to face crises and grow, thus weakening the racial potential of humans.
Clark didn't save anyone yesterday, and when he was young, Lex Luthor fell into the river and most likely died.
But he personally saved one of his future biggest enemies.
"Clark, as long as you are happy."
David spread his hands.
"Of course I am happy."
Clark smiled and said, "Mom, where are the keys to this car?"
"David, do you want to go for a ride with me?" He turned to his brother, and the depression he had been feeling for the past few days was slightly relieved.
He couldn't wait to drive this car, his first car in his life. Given his family's financial situation, he thought he would have to wait until he got a job to get it.
"Clark..." Martha hesitated, "The key is with your father."
Rumble.
Next to the hay chopper, Jonathan was busy processing hay from the farm.
"dad..."
Clark happily pulled David over to the side and asked for the key.
Just as the young superhero opened his mouth, Jonathan stopped the lawn mower, his face slightly gloomy, and said seriously: "I know you want it very much, but you can't take it."
He was still thinking back to the look in Lex Luthor's eyes yesterday as he looked at the smashed car that was pulled out of the river, and then turned to look at the unharmed Clark. He was surprised and puzzled, as if he had seen a miracle that went against common sense and shouldn't exist. His facial expression revealed a desire to explore and investigate.
It's like an ambitious business owner discovering a unique new project.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he had a bad feeling.
"Why? I saved him." Clark was puzzled.
"This doesn't mean you can accept expensive thanks from others with a clear conscience."
"You get the new car, Dad, and I can drive the old one."
"It has nothing to do with this." Jonathan said quickly, noticing the unhappiness on his son's face.
"A pickup truck is nothing to the Lex family."
David agreed with Clark's statement.
The Luther Group is one of the world's most famous business groups. Even in Smallville, a remote town close to the metropolis, the Luther family's fertilizer factory is its pillar industry. More than 2,000 people in the town work for the Lex family.
Clark saved Lex Luthor, and a pickup truck was not expensive at all for the life of a wealthy heir to a group.
"Listen son, it's normal that we can't have everything we want in life."
Jonathan tried to explain patiently.
"Normal? I'm tired of normal!"
Clark's depression accumulated over the past few days finally exploded and interrupted his father.
He can obviously do a lot, he can do more than just watch, and he can do his best in everything he does.
But in order to be normal, he had to hide himself and be an inconspicuous minion. He stood by the playground with a bitter heart, watching the person he secretly loved in someone else's arms, kissing each other passionately.
"Is this normal?"
Dodging his father's hand that was trying to grab his shoulder, he walked angrily to the lawn mower, turned it on, and amid the deafening buzzing sound, thrust his arm into the constantly working guillotine.
Click!
"Father, tell me!"
Like encountering indestructible high-density alloy, the blade of the shearing machine bent, the gears broke, the lawn mower emitted a puff of black smoke and stopped working.
"Clark!"
Even though he knew his son had bones of steel, Jonathan still screamed and rushed over to pull his son's arm out with great effort.
Only the clothes were shredded, and there wasn't even a red mark on Clark's arm.
"I know you're great, Clark, but have you ever thought that it costs money to repair a lawn mower?"
Looking at Clark, who was in adolescence, David said indifferently.
He vented his anger, but the only result was that the lawn mower was injured.
"Dad, did you see that?
I was born abnormal. " Hearing his brother's words, Clark became even more annoyed, his voice was excited, and he couldn't accept his situation.
Mother Martha heard the noise and hurried over. When she saw the scene, she guessed what had happened and looked at her husband Jonathan worriedly.
"Perhaps it's time, son."
Jonathan sighed and wearily removed the gloves he was using to work.
"This day will come."
"What?" Clark suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Come with me." He turned around and walked heavily, asking Clark to follow.
Then he looked at his youngest son and hesitated for a moment. "David, you too, as a member of this family, you also have the right to know the truth."
Although David was his and Martha's biological son, Clark was just an alien baby who was picked up and was of a different race from the couple.
But the kind-hearted Jonathan never treated Martha differently, and in his heart, both of them were his sons.
"I know that some things cannot be kept secret from you forever, especially after discovering that you, Clark, are born extraordinary and have powers that are unimaginable to humans."
…
In a dilapidated car repair shop.
A blond, strong worker listened to the dynamic and flamboyant death rock while standing next to the car and reaching into the car to turn the key.
The dashboard lit up, the engine started successfully, the worker chewing gum smiled triumphantly and closed the hood of the car in front.
Just as the worker was about to take a break, he suddenly noticed a thin figure standing in the shadow of the store door like a ghost.
"Damn it, you're going to scare me to death!"
Cursing under his breath, the worker suddenly felt that the man in the shadows looked familiar.
"Do I know you?"
He squinted, recognized the person, and walked up to him.
"You look like the scarecrow. What's his name? I think it's... Jerome?"
Jeremy, a thin man with black hair and sunken cheeks like a skull, looked at him coldly without saying a word.
"I heard that you got a head injury in that meteor shower and are in a coma..."
As he spoke, the worker, who was once a member of the Smallville High School football team, wiped his greasy hands contemptuously at the other man's clothes.
"Finally willing to leave the hospital bed?
Look at your small body..."
Before he could finish his words, a strong electric current shot out from Jerome's shoulder where he was touched.
A burning smell spread in the air.
The worker flew backwards three or four meters, knocked over a tool rack, and fell heavily to the ground.
"monster!"
He raised his hand which was charred and in great pain from the electric shock, and stepped back with a changed expression.
"Listen, that was more than a decade ago!"
The worker immediately realized why the other party was here, and wanted to give up his idea of revenge, and cried out in pain.
"It's just a game!"
"game?"
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