Superman

Or when Archimedes was taking a bath, he solved the king's "Golden Crown Mystery" and derived the law of buoyancy.

The veracity of these stories may be debatable.

But there is no doubt that being good at observation is one of the good habits for accumulating wisdom.

Back at the mansion, Lex is startled by the daytime shooting at the racetrack.

Although there is a saying that goes, "A free America, gunshots every day".

Kelex grew up in a wealthy area with outstanding public security, and went to a private noble school. He was picked up by bodyguards and drivers when he traveled.

For the chaotic and dirty slums, there is not much understanding.

He was originally sitting in the stands, waiting for his good friend Clark to show his skills and show off once.

Who knew that the starter shot at the audience, wounded an innocent person, and later killed the godfather's thoroughbred horse.

By the time the submachine guns fired into the sky, everyone had dispersed like birds and beasts.

Lex was surrounded by the panicked crowd and couldn't move an inch. He called Clark's name loudly, but no one responded.

Later he returned to the game, the man wearing the "President Jefferson" mask, who had just been carried on a stretcher.

And Clark was very honest, and recorded a statement with the police.

According to his answer, Superman saved him.

"Superman again..."

Lex frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, Clark seemed to have some secrets from him.

"He just kept staring at Lana...'s chest."

Although the time of acquaintance was not long, Rex knew Clark quite well.

He is not very good at lying, and it is even less likely that he will stare at the chest of his crush like a pervert.

Normally, this guy would feel nervous even looking at Lana, so how could he suddenly act so boldly?

A faint intuition reminded Lex that Clark must be hiding something.

Such an inference made his eyes light up slightly, as if he had discovered some interesting activity.

"Detective Lex Luthor is coming."

Lex said proudly.

He took it as a pastime.

Like being too bored after breakfast and passing the time with crossword puzzles in the newspaper.

"First find a way to get the gangster's confession, and then... it's Lana, there is something strange about her, that's why Clark pays special attention."

Lex snapped his fingers, his execution ability has always been off the charts, and without the slightest hesitation, he began to make plans.

"Cave, meteorite..."

A few days later, using the bargaining chip of "hiring a lawyer", Lex got a lot of useful information from the bank robber lying on the hospital bed with his lower body paralyzed.

According to "President Jefferson", in order to avoid being chased by the police, he did not escape along the road, but abandoned his car and hid in the dense forest more than ten kilometers away from the town.

Then he accidentally fell into an uninhabited cave, and the rock walls inside were covered with all kinds of glowing green ores, like clusters of growing plants.

The other party stayed cautiously for about a week, and found that his body had undergone tremendous changes.

The skin was metalized, hard as steel.

After repeated tests several times and confirmed that he was invulnerable, the "President Jefferson" decided to return to the small town, kill that bad guy, and loot the bank's vault by the way.

That was the plan that came out of his stupid, muscle-stuffed brain.

The conversation only went so far, and Lex's visiting hours came to an end.

He fails to go any further and ask who Superman really is and what he looks like.

"The ore that gives people superpowers..."

Lex's face twitched twice, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart.

But his clenched hands already revealed his uneasy mood.

"Do you want to tell the godfather?"

Almost immediately, Lex thought of Luke.

But he immediately dismissed the idea that it might just be a lie fabricated by the bank robbers.

If I haven't confirmed it, I'm afraid I will provoke ridicule if I rush to claim credit.

Lex groaned for a moment, thinking of what the bank robbers said, there was a jeep hiding a unique ore in the trunk.

……

……

"Lex? Lex!"

That afternoon, Clark came to Lex's house as usual.

Although the equestrian competition was forced to suspend and end, fencing can still continue.

Besides, Clark is more willing to get along with friends than to face his big cousin, at least there will be no pressure.

Luke is sometimes not very serious, and likes to say some weird things that people can't understand.

But perhaps because of the Kryptonian's keen intuition, he always felt that when he stood in front of the other party, his heart felt like a stone was pressed against him.

Maybe this is the super saiyan, the sense of oppression created by lower-level fighters?

"Is the door open..."

Clark rang the doorbell several times, but there was no response.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the door, and there was a "squeak" sound, revealing a gap in the thick mahogany-clad copper door.

"Lex!"

Clark yelled twice, but there was still no response.

So he went in, went straight up the stairs to the second floor, and came to the study where Lex usually stayed most often.

"Why don't you talk at home?"

Seeing Lex sitting in front of the desk with his head down, Clark couldn't help complaining.

"I, no, listen, here."

Lex seemed to have caught a cold, his voice was a little hoarse, and he stuttered every word.

His eyes were fixed on an iron box on the table, but he didn't look at the friend who came.

"You are a little strange, are you sick?"

Clark felt something was wrong, approached and said.

"No. I'm, very, fine."

Lex raised his head slowly, pulling out a stiff smile.

His eyes were full of fierce light, like a wild beast, exuding a violent breath.

Seeing this, Clark involuntarily stepped back.

Lex, who is usually humorous and tries hard to show a gentle side, seems to be a different person.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed the slender steel sword on the side shelf, and stabbed directly at Clark.

"Lex, what are you doing?"

Clark was careless, did not dodge, and was directly hit by the opponent's blow.

The sharp steel sword pierced the chest, bending out an astonishing arc, which didn't even pierce Superman's skin.

According to Clark's generous character, it is impossible for him to kill Lex.

Therefore, they could only yell in an attempt to wake up the other party; at the same time, they kept retreating to avoid attacks.

Boom!

Clark hit the table, the tin box vibrated, and the contents tumbled out onto the carpet.

He looked over involuntarily, and found that it was a dark and irregular spar.

The light on the surface seemed to reflect, causing Clark's eyes to narrow slightly.

He wanted to look away and continue to wake up the crazy Lex, but there seemed to be another voice in his mind.

The roar roared and echoed—

"Kill this ignorant dandy! Crush his bones and let him die slowly while wailing in pain!"

"Stomp on him hard in the face, this is the punishment for showing off his little cleverness!"

"Clark Kent, you are the most powerful person in the world, why do you have to obey the rules!"

"You can do whatever you want!"

"..."

Clark put his hands on his head, trying to shake off the nasty voice.

"That voice is yourself, Clark, and you have to learn to accept him."

Lex's pupils shrank from the darkness, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Get rid of those constraints and make yourself better, right?"

The veins on Clark's forehead burst open, as if full of anger.

He looked at Lex who was chattering, strode forward, broke the steel sword that pierced his chest again, and raised his hand to knock him out.

Boom!

Lex's body hit the wall hard and passed out.

"You are too noisy!"

Clark said in a grumpy tone that didn't suit his character.

Chapter 436 Education of Love, Fist of Justice

More than ten kilometers away from the town, in a cave in a dense forest, the archaeologists are carefully studying clusters of "growing" green ore on the rock wall.

"It has relatively strong radioactivity, with high energy readings, similar to gamma rays and x-rays, and can penetrate objects and living things..."

An old man with gray hair analyzed this strange mineral with the help of various instruments.

"Fortunately, Mr. Carville reminded us before that we should collect it in a lead container, otherwise it may cause damage to the human body if exposed to it for a long time."

The archaeological team that poured in from behind, as well as the workers who carried the instruments, were all wrapped in a layer of thick clothing similar to protective clothing.

The surface is covered with lead skin, the purpose is to prevent the radioactive energy of kryptonite from penetrating the cells and causing mutations in the human body.

"Oh, I just happen to know something."

Luke waved his hand modestly. He symbolically put on a protective suit and walked into the cave.

The ubiquitous radioactive energy squeezed over like ocean waves.

If Luke is replaced by his little cousin Clark, within a few seconds, the other party will be weakened by kryptonite to the point where it is difficult to walk.

It's a kryptonian hell here.

Even breathing has become a deadly act.

"Professor Bass, according to the agreement we signed, this is a private exploration operation, so all the items found during the investigation shall belong to the Water Company."

Luke touched the shimmering kryptonite with his hand and reminded him softly.

"Of course, Mr. Cavill has generously funded us, so the things discovered during the period must belong to you, which is very reasonable."

Professor Bath withdrew his fascinated gaze. These green ores had never been seen before. According to the analysis data obtained by the instrument, their components did not even appear on the periodic table of elements.

If he can conduct in-depth research, he can write more than a dozen heavyweight papers that shock the world.

Maybe it can also be used to prove that there are still civilizations and life outside the earth.