Superman

He manages to make a small achievement, but no one notices at all, and everyone's attention is drawn away by Superman.

This annoyed Lex, who had always been proud and conceited, and subconsciously developed a deeper dislike for the red cloak.

"I just think the world is stupid, a guy who doesn't know his origin, a guy who shows a lot of strength... people actually regard him as a superhero because he did a few good things that are not worth mentioning."

Lex couldn't help sneering, and said in a deep voice: "The most important thing we should do is to be vigilant and prevent this time bomb from being detonated, rather than frantically pursuing and adoring it."

"Well, it's really thought-provoking."

Luke nodded symbolically, Lex Luthor has always been a staunch human supremacist.

In this regard, he is somewhat similar to Batman, Pharaoh and others.

Of course, Batman thinks that human beings have a certain indestructible spiritual quality and moral bottom line.

Lex, on the other hand, believes that a smart person like him should become the ruler and supreme leader of the world.

To put it bluntly, his human supremacy is more like playing God.

"Instead of complaining to me, you might as well find a way to steal Superman's limelight."

Luke closed the kryptonite box and said with a smile.

It's interesting to think about the contest between the godson and the little cousin.

"Hmph, I will."

Lex raised his head and said confidently.

"But I don't have time now, I want to help Clark solve the single problem."

Luke raised his eyebrows, hating Superman, but became friends with his little cousin.

It's bloody sadomasochism.

Chapter 432 Out of order plan, Gulfstream airliner

Rich second generation Lex, and Kansas farmer's son Clark.

The reason why they became friends dates back to the car accident.

We all know that in interpersonal communication, first impressions are often very important.

Clark is Lex's savior, and has a close relationship with the other's godfather.

After the two met several times, they easily developed a good impression.

In the process of getting along later, their friendship heated up rapidly-this may sound a little strange.

Both Lex and Clark are autistic boys with few friends, and there will be no shortage of common topics.

Therefore, the proud and conceited rich second generation and the gentle farmer's son gradually became close friends.

Speaking of this, I have to sigh with emotion.

Superman always seems to attract the attention of rich people, from Lex Luthor to Bruce Wayne.

One is the capitalists of Metropolis, and the other is the people's plutocrats of Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, other than being rich, is that they both have an unusual relationship with Clark Kent.

Thinking about it again, Superman also has a father who is a reporter girlfriend of a Pentagon general, which is simply a template for a winner in life.

But it is also understandable, after all, sacrificed a whole planet of compatriots in exchange for this luck.

Lex left the mansion, drove a brand new sports car to the door of Kent's house, and honked the horn twice.

It didn't take long for Clark with two dark circles under his eyes to appear in front of him.

"boarding."

Lex, who was wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"It's a rare weekend, you actually just sleep at home? Can you be a little more energetic!"

Clark smiled bitterly. He was busy with schoolwork, football team training and poaching during the day.

Wearing a Superman uniform at night, he ran from Kansas to Metropolis to fight criminals, punish evil and promote good.

24 hours a day, the schedule is full, and the sleep time is seriously insufficient.

If it wasn't for the Kryptonian's strong physique and the ability to bask in the sun to replenish his energy, he would have died suddenly.

"Lex, I'm not interested in those parties, and I don't want to meet other girls."

Clark reluctantly got into the co-pilot. His new friend has been paying attention to his feelings recently.

Not only specially hold parties, introduce objects, but also teach all kinds of tricks to tease girls.

Unfortunately, Clark falls into the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those girls with hot bodies, wearing hot pants, short skirts, and twisting their waists. He only had Lana in his heart.

"Clark, you need to enrich your life so you don't come across as a 'nerd.'"

Lex said with a smile.

"I took the opportunity of the equestrian competition in the town to help you ask Lana out."

The listless Clark suddenly seemed to be on a stimulant. He opened his eyes and asked, "Equestrian competition?"

"That's right, you may not know that Lana is the equestrian champion in this town for three consecutive years, and she also represented Kansas to the Metropolis to participate in an international championship."

Lex smiled confidently.

"If you can say in this game: 'But, I can't ride a horse. "

"..."

Lex's elated voice came to an abrupt end.

People with farms and ranches at home, why can't they ride horses?

"There are three days before the equestrian competition, you can learn now."

In order to help Clark get out of the order, Lex also worked hard.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Seeing Lex so active, Clark couldn't help being a little moved.

He wondered if he should ask his eldest cousin for a few days off to learn equestrianism temporarily.

"I didn't expect you to know how to ride a horse? Does that kind of noble private school also teach this?"

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, equestrianism, skiing, fencing...these are all courses I want to take."

Lex seemed to remember something, and said in a low voice: "My father is very strict, and I hope I can do the best in everything."

"So, sitting next to you is a master equestrian, a professional skier, and... a master fencing."

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Eastern Nepal, Lukla Airport.

A Gulfstream airliner parked quietly on the runway. An old man with gray hair stood at the entrance of the lowered gangway, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a wanderer who was about to return home.

He was wearing a handmade suit, a pair of Oxford shoes on his feet, his hair was combed meticulously, and his accent was distinctly British.

After a long time, a figure finally appeared on the empty runway.

The other party was not blocked in any way and walked near the passenger plane.

This is a young man who looks like a tramp. Although his face is covered with mud and grime, his eyes are extraordinarily bright, giving off a firm feeling.

"Master Wayne, you have been away for a long time."

The old man suppressed the joy in his heart and said in a teasing tone.

"Is this the latest fashion? Making yourself look like a beggar?"

That's right.

This besieged tramp is Bruce Wayne, Gotham's favorite son who has disappeared for many years.

He started to travel around the world a long time ago, experiencing life at the bottom, and even the old housekeeper Alfred didn't know where he was.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the other party learned that Bruce Wayne had appeared in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled, happy to see someone close to him.

During his time traveling around the world, he experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The League of Assassins taught him how to arm his body and create a frightening image.

Although it is said that Master Ninja and Bruce Wayne have different philosophies.

But the latter absorbs the essence, discards the dross, and perfects his inner world.

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a shower on the airliner and changed into brand new clothes.

He has not experienced for a long time what it feels like to be clean.

"Metropolis' new... superhero who is said to be able to fly and lift a truck with one hand... is amazing."

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, many things have happened during the years you left."

Bruce frowned slightly, his attention was drawn to the red cloak on the newspaper.

Flying Superman?

"for example?"

Bruce, who looked away, asked casually.

"For example, legally speaking, you are now a dead person."

Alfred shrugged his shoulders, and said with some cold humor: "You have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thought that the sole heir of the Wayne family died for various strange reasons."

"So, my return to Gotham is equivalent to performing a miracle of resurrection from the dead?"

Bruce twitched his lips, he didn't care about these details.

Before leaving, this proud son of Gotham handed over all the huge inheritance left by his parents to the old housekeeper.

Although, Wayne Enterprises fell into the hands of those board members.

But as long as he wants to take it out, there is no difficulty.

"Is Gotham still as bad as it is?"

His thoughts drifted away for a while, and Bruce put aside his thoughts and asked the question that concerned him most.

"Gotham never changes, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it's time for some changes."

Bruce said through the porthole, looking at the flowing clouds.

Chapter 433 Types of Kryptonite, Another Studio

Luke readily agreed to his little cousin's request for leave, and specifically told him that the boy should take good care of himself when he is away from home.

Clark was confused when he left. He was just learning horsemanship with Lex, and at most he would practice fencing with him.

What's so important about this?

Can Lex still hurt himself?

"I really want to fast-forward to my dear godson learning the true identity of Superman, and then becoming the number one black fan, breaking up with Clark angrily..."

Luke smiled, put away the bad taste in his heart, and looked at the newspaper on the table.