Superman

He helped up the frightened mother and prepared to leave.

At this time, the piercing siren sounded.

The police finally arrived.

But all they saw were the two unconscious gangsters and the cheerful bank clerk.

How did this happen?

Question marks were written all over the policeman's face.

The scene didn't look like a bank robbery, but more like some kind of themed rave party.

"Officer, that's the kid in the school uniform."

Someone pointed at Clark and said.

"Everyone said, it was you who knocked down these two gun-wielding gangsters?"

A fat police officer with a beer belly came over to inquire. He observed the scene intentionally or unintentionally for a while, and found the twisted double-barreled shotgun.

"You did this too?"

Clark was a little stiff. He scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

"Don't be nervous, kid, I'm just taking a statement. You stopped a bank robbery and saved everyone present. They are very grateful to you, and the police department will reward you."

The fat police officer has rich experience, and he slowed down his tone, trying to dispel Clark's vigilance, and then began to talk.

"Tell me, how did you defeat them?"

A high school student taking down two gun-toting thugs sounds like a fantasy.

Clark's throat rolled twice, remembering the words taught by his big cousin, and replied: "Officer, I, I am born with supernatural powers, and I knocked them over with just a swing of my fist."

The round face of the fat police officer suddenly became serious.

"Then this is also your innate power?"

He pointed to Clark's chest, a hole in the tattered clothes.

It was a shotgun mark.

Chapter 431 Little cousin, why not call you a native of the motherland

There is no doubt that Jonathan's adoptive father Jonathan's plan to let Clark hide himself has completely failed.

No matter how excused, this matter cannot be easily covered up.

First, there are so many witnesses in the bank.

They saw how Clark knocked down the two bank robbers and survived a shotgun round.

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

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

Furthermore, the surveillance cameras in the bank have faithfully recorded everything that happened before.

The solid evidence is there, and hard-nosed denials are useless.

"Child, lying is not a good habit."

The fat police officer looked at the twisted and deformed double-barreled shotgun, and secretly clicked his tongue, what a terrifying force it took to do it.

And those two unlucky gangsters, their injuries don't look serious.

"Officer, I'm on the school football team, and I often do some work on my father's farm. I've been exercising since I was a child, and I'm in great shape. It's reasonable to be stronger than others!"

In a hurry, Clark came up with a reason.

After getting to know his big cousin, he became more and more able to make excuses, and he was no longer that innocent boy from a small town.

And Luke called this change "growth".

"Oh, so everyone on your school's football team can bend the barrel of a gun and take down two grown men who weigh over 160 pounds? Think I'm a Rambo!"

The fat police officer looked at Clark, who was posing like a bodybuilder and showing off his muscular muscles, and wondered if there was something wrong with the kid's brain.

"If the children of America were as strong as you, we would have formed a super army and ruled the world long ago!"

Seeing this brave young man, he didn't want to tell the truth.

The fat police officer was too lazy to continue wasting time, so he turned his head and asked someone to maintain the scene, collect the physical evidence, and prepared to take Clark back to the police station for questioning.

Of course, he didn't want to interrogate the other party as a prisoner.

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

High school students stop gunmen from robbing a bank, and that's big news.

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

In this era when superheroes are not yet rampant, any behavior beyond the understanding of ordinary people will attract a lot of attention.

"Mr. Police Officer, people's physiques cannot be generalized. I have done things that are usually difficult to accomplish when I am extremely angry."

A flat voice with a smile interjected, stopping the fat police officer from moving.

"Kent's behavior can actually be reasonably explained scientifically. For example, because of the rapid secretion of adrenaline, the blood flow speeds up, thus bursting out a powerful force that could not be displayed in the past. It is not as exaggerated as you imagine."

Seeing the person coming, Clark showed a look of surprise on his face, and said anxiously: "Big cousin...Mr. Cavill!"

Only Luke can help him at this time.

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

The original indifferent attitude of the fat police officer has undergone a huge 180-degree change.

He knew the young man standing in front of him, who had eaten with the town's executive committee last week.

The young rich man in the metropolis, the star figure in the small town, all kinds of halos are imposed on Luke's head, which is impressive.

Speaking of it, the American town management model is very peculiar, one is the town council system.

All the residents of the town gather at least once a year, and through internal discussions, various administrative measures related to public security and personnel flow are implemented.

There is also a town representative meeting system, which is similar to the one above, but all residents elect representatives to participate in the meeting, which is more efficient and saves time.

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

The most powerful and prestigious are the town police chief, and the various members of the committee.

The latter are generally composed of wealthy families and elites, who represent the "opinions" of all small town residents.

This small town is a microcosm of the American political structure.

Seeing Luke appear, the fat police officer coughed twice, and said in a slow voice: "But he was shot and was not injured, everyone saw it..."

"It may be that the gangsters bought inferior firearms, or that Kent has learned some kind of oriental 'qigong'."

Luke is serious nonsense.

"I know a Mr. Ma. It is said that a British strongman weighing more than 200 kilograms can't move a finger of him with all his strength. He is a master of martial arts."

The fat police officer looked puzzled, and for some reason the topic turned to oriental martial arts.

He scratched his head, and because he didn't want to offend the other party too much, he said hesitantly: "This is a big case, he always wants to go back with us and record 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 questioning, instead of intensifying the search and hunting down the escaped robber?"

Luke emphasized his tone and said solemnly: "That man has 10,000+ dollars in banknotes and a gun. If he is allowed to get away with it, then it is tantamount to irresponsibility for the personal and property safety of the residents of the town."

"What you have to do now is not to embarrass this courageous boy, but to immediately contact the highway patrol along the way, as well as the state police, and try your best to arrest the gunman wearing the presidential mask!"

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

But he frightened the fat police officer in his aura, as if he was the other party's superior.

After all, having been a lieutenant general in the Pentagon and director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he developed the habit of giving orders, and the majesty of the superior was revealed subconsciously.

"Kent is a good boy, he deserves to be rewarded, not interrogated like a prisoner."

After Luke finished speaking, he took Clark and his unconscious mother away without looking at the fat police officer.

The other party didn't say anything, but just stood there awkwardly.

With such a style, he immediately received the adoring eyes of his little cousin.

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

"I contacted the ambulance, first sent Mrs. Kent to the town hospital, and then called Jonathan over. There should be nothing serious."

Luke seems to have understood the situation and quickly resolved various problems.

Because of the emotional ups and downs, Mrs. Kent unfortunately passed out.

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

By the time Jonathan arrived, the sky had already darkened.

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

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

"It's time now, let's talk?"

Luke rubbed his temples and said softly.

Perhaps because of the "butterfly effect", the plot should have been done step by step.

It was like a galloping train suddenly out of control, heading towards an unknown direction.

He thought he would watch dozens of episodes of Clark and Lana's love affair, and then wait for Superman to fight monsters and upgrade in Novice Village, but he didn't expect to fast-forward directly to the identity crisis.

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

"Big cousin, what should I do?"

The two walked to the vending machine, took two cans of Coke, and found a quiet place to start talking.

Clark behaved very flustered, and it was purely an accident that he met a gangster robbing a bank.

In his desperation, he accidentally showed a powerful force different from ordinary people in front of many witnesses.

After that, there will definitely be a series of chain reactions.

The news in the town spread quickly, and it wouldn't be long before Clark became a household name.

"Don't be too nervous, Clark."

Luke calmed down his little cousin.

The current situation is actually a good thing for him.

Before, considering family resistance, he did not intervene too much in Clark's life.

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

Better to inherit the Kents' farm, stay in Kansas as a farmer, get married and have kids.

But Luke didn't think so. He hoped that his little cousin's life would be more interesting.

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

It's just that on the emotional level, the eldest cousin who met again after being separated for many years must not have as deep a relationship as the adoptive parents.

Recklessly interfering in Clark's life will inevitably arouse the other party's resentment and resistance.

A stable structure will always need external pressure to break the situation.

And now, it is a good opportunity.

"Clark, things are far from the worst."

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

"I have already resolved the video captured by the surveillance camera in the bank."

"That is to say, apart from those witnesses, there is actually not enough evidence to prove that you are a... Saiyan."

Luke's words gave the little cousin a reassurance.

While guarding the hospital bed, Clark's mind was filled with the horrible picture of being locked up in the laboratory, drawing blood every day, and becoming extremely weak.

"Furthermore, in so many small towns across the United States, there will always be all kinds of anecdotes, horrors and strange stories."