Marvel: Son of Tomorrow

"I actually...appeared on Earth...No, I have to stop Superman..."

Still feeling weak, Clark had lost almost all of his super powers.

He released all the solar energy in his body during the one-minute fight with Superman. Although he gained strength comparable to that of a severely injured Superman in a short period of time, it was also an overdraft.

At this time, Clark had exhausted all the solar energy that he had unconsciously absorbed in the past eight years, and even the energy that had skyrocketed in the DC universe in that one month had been used up.

At this moment, Clark no longer has Superman's superpowers and has completely become an ordinary person. If he wants to regain his strength, he can only wait for his body to absorb enough solar energy again.

Clark struggled to stand up, but the next moment, he saw a speeding truck passing by.

"Is this... a living person?..."

Clark was very sure that this was definitely not Paradise Island. The gas station right in front of him and the driver driving away in the truck all proved one thing to Clark, that is, he had left the world ravaged by the virus.

The moment he learned the truth, Clark felt weak all over. The strength that had just surged out finally dissipated, and he fell to his knees on the ground weakly.

"Everyone...are you okay...Damian and the others...should have evacuated successfully."

Clark was very worried about his companions in another world, but he had no way to do anything because the fact of time travel could not be explained at all. In the DC world, those smart heroes had no time to study such things.

Even if Clark was worried at this moment, it was of no use. He could only pray for them silently in his heart.

"Hey! Kid..are you okay..."

Just as Clark knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, a man with an untidy beard and inexplicably sticking up hair on both sides came over, threw away the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth and spoke to Clark.

"If you still have strength, go home to your mother quickly, don't kneel by the road."

Clark raised his head and looked at the man with a very impatient tone.

He is the driver who just drove the truck past you. Although his tone was very impatient, Clark could still hear his concern for him.

Otherwise, he could have just stepped on the accelerator and left instead of stopping to ask after noticing me in the rearview mirror.

"I'm sorry, I'll get up right away."

After realizing that there was a high probability that he had returned to his original world, Clark naturally thought about going home, but before that, he had to determine where he was.

"Sir, may I ask which country and place this is?"

"Ah? Your head is not frozen!"

The man looked at the boy in front of him and felt very surprised. It was understandable that he was lost, but to be so lost that he didn't know what country he was in was a bit outrageous.

However, although he felt surprised, the man still answered Clark's question.

"The road near Smallwell Farm, Kansas."

After getting the answer, Clark honed in on the place name and finally remembered that this was the destination his father told him before encountering the tornado.

At this time, the man looked at the strange little ghost in front of him and finally asked uncertainly.

"You kid, your home is not in Kansas, is it Nebraska? Missouri? Olahoma? Colorado?"

The man rattled off the names of several states adjacent to Kansas, but looking at Clark, who looked a little embarrassed, he finally resigned himself to his fate.

"Tell me, where is your home? Tell me in advance, if it's not in the United States, I won't be able to help you."

Although he really wanted to just leave this kid behind, the man couldn't convince himself. Who made him meddlesome and have to get off the car to ask?

"That... New York City... Queens..."

The moment Clark gave the answer, the man could only slap his face helplessly.

"I just came from that direction."

As if noticing the man's irritation, Clark continued.

"If it's troublesome, don't worry about me. I should be able to find a way to get back on my own..."

Even Clark himself didn't believe it when he said this. He now had neither super powers nor money, and he didn't even have his identity information.

Chunchun is just an ordinary eight-year-old kid. How can he travel across half of the United States from Kansas to New York? I dare not even joke about it.

"Come on, kid, you probably know how far Kansas is from the United States. Since I chose to meddle in this matter, you have to admit it. Follow me."

With that, the man walked towards his truck, and although Clark still felt embarrassed, he had no choice but to follow him.

"When we get to New York, let dad arrange a job for this uncle."

Thinking of this, Clark sat in the passenger seat. As the old truck roared and emitted a pungent smell of fuel, the man turned the car around and headed towards New York.

......

At night, a specially modified bulletproof car came here again.

After experiencing a tornado before, Benjamin realized the importance of safety, which cannot be ignored even if the probability is small.

Look, this is almost the same model as the one owned by the President of the United States. It was even reinforced with the help of Stark Group to make it. Even if we encounter such a tornado again, as long as we stay in the car honestly, we still have a chance of survival.

At this time, Benjamin had been wandering around for a long time, his disguise was complete, and the other party's attention had been completely attracted away by Richard.

Now, he wants to bring his child to his side.

But just as he got out of the car and was about to head to the bushes, the phone suddenly rang.

Looking at the unfamiliar number, Benjamin realized that it was a message from Richard.

"Richard? What happened? Are you safe now?"

At this time, Richard had left Kansas and came to Denver, Colorado, with the purpose of leading the agents who were following him to the opposite place of New York.

But at this moment, he looked anxious because Clark's location was no longer on the newly bought computer in front of him.

"Benjamin, Clark's location has disappeared, go and see what happened!"

Hearing this, Benjamin was also startled and quickly ran towards the bushes, but at this time he found that the bushes where Clark was hiding had disappeared, leaving only traces of cracks all over the ground.

"Fragments of the locator."

Benjamin squatted down to search and finally saw some tiny fragments on the cracked ground.

"Clark is awake?"