Superman

"Big cousin, I have something else to do."

Clark rested for a while, wiped off the sweat on his body, then got up and said.

He recently joined the school's rugby team and gets up close and personal with his crush, Lana, every day.

Coupled with the daily special training of my big cousin, although my back is sore, I can control my body better than before, and I no longer have to worry about hurting others.

All in all, life is like getting into the fast lane.

Everything is so satisfying.

"There may be a lot of strange things happening in the town recently. If you are in danger, remember to call for help."

Luke smiled meaningfully. He understood the threat of kryptonite to Superman, but he didn't say it directly.

Because telling Clark doesn't make any sense, it just raises more questions.

This small town is Superman's novice village.

He needs to constantly complete tasks and accumulate experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the metropolis in the future.

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Time passed silently like this, and between school and the daily special training of his big cousin, Clark felt that life was fulfilling.

And the first task he has to face will 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 doubled.

The adoptive father, Jonathan, started to get busy, taking out his savings and preparing to buy a batch of brand new farm implements and machines.

"Seventeen years ago, the meteorite rain hit the town and caused a lot of casualties."

Mrs. Kent smiled and talked about the past. She and her husband picked up Clark that fell from the sky when they were driving home.

Also because of that disaster, many families were broken and innocent people lost their lives, and the subsequent registration status became much easier.

Jonathan took a lot of effort to successfully file with the Population Department and the Social Security Administration.

Ever since, Clark Kent became an American citizen from an alien.

"Mom, thank you for adopting me."

Clark often wondered what would have happened if he had fallen somewhere else instead of the Kansas farm.

"You gave us hope, Clark."

Mrs. Kent took her son's arm and walked into the bank together.

But not long after, two gangsters wearing presidential masks broke in.

"President Kennedy," armed with a double-barreled shotgun, took the lead.

They seemed to have been fully prepared, and first sent a person in to scout the spot.

After observing for a while, the gangster wearing the mask of "President Roosevelt" quickly brought down the security guard inside.

Then standing at the door, the two security guards who attracted attention made the remaining accomplices fall to the ground.

"Don't move! Squat down!"

"President Kennedy" fired a gun into the air, not worrying about attracting the police.

Small towns are no bigger than big cities, and have strict security measures.

Even if the police station rushed over immediately after receiving the bank's alarm bell, it would take seven or eight minutes.

This time is enough for them to fill two travel bags with banknotes.

In fact, robbery is an illegal job that pays great attention to efficiency.

The goal is to get the most gains in the shortest possible time.

Those gangsters who broke into the bank, caused an accident, and were quickly blocked by the police.

In a way, they are all unprofessional.

"Open the vault and put the money in! Be quick, and I'll shoot anyone in the head if he delays."

The three gangsters quickly controlled the scene. Facing a double-barreled shotgun, the bank staff and town residents obediently put their heads in their hands and squatted on the ground.

It's like encountering road robbery, just hand over your wallet honestly, don't try to resist, or you may get a bullet.

With a Colt pistol, "President Jefferson" held the bank manager and an employee to open the vault and fill it with money.

The other guarded the door, did he poke his head out to scan the situation?

They have a clear division of labor, without the slightest panic, presumably they are not newbies.

"It's okay, Mom, it'll be over soon."

Clark stared at the gunmen, out of a sense of justice in his heart, he wanted to jump out immediately to stop these bad guys from committing crimes.

But considering the safety of his mother and the need to conceal his identity, Clark could only temporarily suppress the complicated mood of eagerness to try.

When life is under the control of others, every second is so tormented.

The "President Kennedy" holding a double-barreled shotgun seems to enjoy the feeling of having the power of life and death in his hands.

The muzzle kept sweeping, each movement causing a whimper of fear.

"Boss, all right."

After a long few minutes, "President Roosevelt" dropped two overstuffed travel bags on the ground.

The leading "President Kennedy" kicked the bag in front of the accomplice at the door and let him throw it into the trunk of the car.

He wasn't sure if the town police were still on their way, and raised his hand to check the time.

Only 8 minutes have passed.

"Choose a hostage and get in the car."

The leader "President Kennedy" was carrying a bag of money and said to the other friends.

With a Colt, "President Roosevelt" took a quick glance and picked on Mrs. Kent, who was trembling and looking terrified.

Female, middle age, probably housewife...

Such a label will make the police feel afraid and dare not do it directly.

The bandits grabbed Mrs. Kent roughly and tried to take her away.

This brother did not know that his path was narrowed.

Even General Zod was rubbed on the ground for trying to hurt Superman's mother.

Others do this, the end can be imagined.

"Clark!"

Just when Mrs. Kent screamed, Superman, who couldn't bear it any longer, pounced on him like an angry bull with red eyes.

Bang!

Thanks to his big cousin's daily special training recently, Clark didn't knock the gangster into a puddle of ketchup.

Caught off guard, he turned his head on the opponent, and the Colt pistol that could pose a "threat" slipped out.

"Fack! You little brat!"

The gangster didn't expect that he would capsize 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 the cheeks seemed to have been scraped by a steel knife, grinding away large chunks of skin.

This is the result of Clark holding back his strength.

Otherwise, the opponent's head might burst open like a watermelon.

Warm blood splashed on his face.

It was the first time to fight with someone, and Clark was at a loss when he saw blood.

He got up in a panic, and then saw two thugs walking towards 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 cloud of gunpowder smoke dispersed.

Strong kinetic energy and shrapnel hit Superman.

Everyone in the bank covered their mouths one after another, as if they couldn't bear to look any longer.

It is a tragedy that such a young life is about to die under the guns of the gangsters.

Especially Mrs. Kent, who was so excited that she almost fainted.

But a few seconds later, the bloody scene they expected did not appear.

Clark subconsciously looked at the shot in the chest, only felt a slight sting, and couldn't help but took a few steps back.

Other than that, there was no other response.

"What the hell kind of monster are you?"

Now it was the turn of the bandit leader to be shocked.

This immature and young high school student in front of him is fine after being shot with a shotgun?

He didn't believe in evil, and pulled the bolt, ready to do it again.

But Clark didn't give "President Kennedy" this chance. He also learned a truth from his big cousin, don't let the enemy have any room to fight back.

In a few steps, he crossed the distance between the two of them.

Raise your hand to hold the double-barreled shotgun, and squeeze it hard!

Crunch!

Makes a toothsome metal deformation sound.

The barrel of the gun was instantly twisted into a twist.

Bang!

Clark easily snatched the scrapped gun from the bandit leader and threw it on the opponent's head like a baseball bat.

This time, he perfectly controlled his strength.

At most, it will be classified as a 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 and started the engine, and drove away all the way.

Clark wanted to catch up, but then stopped abruptly.

He couldn't leave his mother alone in the bank, it might be dangerous.

Ten seconds later, the bank clerk made sure that the gangster had left, and gathered around Clark, sizing him up with surprise.

At this time, Superman realized one thing.

The secret of being a Saiyan seems to be exposed?

In desperation, Clark, who shot angrily, had long forgotten the reminder of his adoptive father Jonathan.

After solving the gangsters who robbed the bank, he realized that he shouldn't have done this.

"You saved us!"

"This kid is a hero!"

"He wasn't hurt..."

"..."

All kinds of voices squeezed into Clark's ears, and he became a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

For the first time in life, he became the focus and was called a "hero".

Clark was not used to it, and he carefully pushed away those around him.