As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Inside the secret space, various documents are stored on the closet.

There are countless skulls in the glass cabinet, each with a code name and name in front of it, and it is estimated that it is the trophy of the Owl Council.

The metal box with complex locks placed on the ground in the center is filled with various precious metals, coins made of rare metal materials, and owl statues made of gold.

All the wealth of the Metropolitan Owl Council is estimated to be placed here.

"what is this?!"

Eric was observing this hidden space when Clark walked in.

Seeing the skull in the glass cabinet, he showed a surprised expression.

"Looks like they should be some kind of booty."

Eric replied casually.

"..."

Clark walked to the glass cabinet and stared at the skull inside with mixed emotions.

His eyes suddenly inadvertently caught an ancient book with a simple shape.

The cover of the ancient book is engraved with a mysterious pattern, but there is no name, just lying quietly at the bottom of the closet.

Driven by curiosity, Clark went to the closet and picked up the mystery book.

Gently opened the first page of the slightly heavy ancient book.

Consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

The space was distorted, and then fell into darkness. After regaining his normal vision, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

In the ruined and ruined place, he was wearing a blue-black tights and a cloak, slowly descending from the sky.

And Eric, dressed in a dark black uniform, floated in front of him, holding a steel fork in his hand.

On the steel fork was a bald head with a ferocious face, dark skin and dark red eyes.

On the ground in front of the two, stood several people in strange clothes, some in bat costumes, and some women in red and gold shirts and flying crowns...

Several people standing on the ground looked at the steel fork in Eric's hand in shock, their eyes full of disbelief and shock.

"Darkseid is dead!"

Eric, who was standing in the air, slowly spit out a few words.

Chapter 48: The exposed crisis

"Clark?!"

A familiar voice woke Clark up.

The apocalyptic scene of the broken walls and the ruins in front of him, and Eric, who declared "Darkseid is dead" with a steel fork in his hand, suddenly disappeared.

Consciousness returns to the brain, withdraws from the illusory picture, and reconnects the senses and the sense of reality.

"are you alright?"

Looking at Clark who was in a daze holding the book, Eric asked with a frown.

"It's... okay."

Clark let out a sigh of relief, "Just...just thought of something."

The picture just now appeared in front of his eyes so vividly that he wondered if it was the future he accidentally touched, or just an illusion generated in his mind.

Surprised, he glanced at Eric. In the picture he just saw, Eric seemed to have become some kind of terrifying existence, and he seemed to be on his side, so what happened?

"This book......"

Eric didn't know Clark's doubts and fears, and took the simple-looking book from the other party's hand.

Feeling the evil and unknown aura emanating from it, he glanced at the text on it.

Mixed with obscure Old Latin and Old English, bizarre forms of sacrifice and magical rituals are introduced.

"It should be something like black magic, which doesn't suit your current youthful sunshine orientation, Clark."

Eric closed the book and put it away. At the same time, he threw the documents on the closet into the box, and packed it together with the precious metal currency and gold in the box as the spoils of this battle.

"Eric...are you going to take all these things away?"

Clark asked hesitantly as he watched Eric scavenge the contents of the secret room.

"Do you stay here and wait for someone to come and pick it up?"

"Forehead......"

Clark stopped talking, and his expression became a little weird.

He remembered the green dollar bills that Eric hid under the bed. Could it be that Eric got those things in this way?

Hesitating, he didn't know whether to persuade Eric.

Although I know that these are ill-gotten gains, I always feel that the other party's actions are inappropriate.

So in a tangle and hesitation, Eric packed all the valuables in the secret room into a metal box.

"Are you going to stay here and pray for the Owl Man, or leave, Clark?"

Eric took two steps forward with the metal box, turned his head and asked Clark.

Clark stood there and hesitated for a moment, glanced at the corpse lying on the ground in the distance, and quickly followed Eric's footsteps.

......

It's night, Luther Manor.

Fire trucks and police cars were parked at the gate of the estate, while fire crews put out the fire and checked for damage to water pipes and electrical circuits.

Lex leaned in front of his luxury car and stared blankly at his father who had just arrived from the metropolis in front of him.

"You promised me to keep me safe, including bombarding my friends with rockets?"

Lex questioned his father.

"I'm just concerned about your safety, Lex."

Lionel pushed the frame of his eyes and replied calmly.

"No, you don't care about anyone, neither me nor anyone else."

Lex's tone increased, "Even if I die today, your world will still turn as usual. I even doubt that the order you gave to those hired guests is to capture the enemy alive as a priority goal, and even sacrifice me. Otherwise, this is also Will not explain that Clark is still in the hall, and the mercenaries dare to open fire in it."

"For this reason, even at the expense of destroying my manor and hurting my friends!"

Lex glanced at the manor that had been in ruins, and his tone was full of questioning.

He didn't know that Clark had escaped, thinking that Clark was buried in the rubble along with the "Owl Men".

"Anger won't fix things, Lex."

Lionel's tone was still calm, even indifferent.

"Oh, really?"

Lex sneered, "I also understand one thing, anger cannot be vented, only deeper anger can be brewed."

"Like this!"

Lex took out an owl mask and threw it in front of him. "What's this? Masks worn by killers. You tell me there's no owl council in the metropolis, not even a sworn oath, now? Don't tell me it's just like The prank of the clown in the owl mask! You've been- deceiving me!"

Facing Lex's questioning, Lionel was silent for a few seconds, "Lex, I am trying to protect you from those untouchable beings."

"I can control my own life, and I know how to control my life, and I don't need someone to tell me what to do, you know? The first thing I learned in the Luther family was how to face the invincible enemy, and never let anyone tell you what's right."

Lex restrained his anger, and instead replied in an alienating and sarcastic tone.

Lionel's emotions don't change, "Lex, sometimes you make it, you think you've touched the truth, you think you've conquered your enemy, but...that's just what your enemy thinks Let you see, some things can't just be seen on the surface."

"uh-huh."

Lex nodded and said sarcastically: "I know what you want to say, Churchill's famous saying, extreme complexity contains extreme simplicity, and your complex truth has only one simple purpose, for my own good. Believe me, father , this is a verbal fraud, and I don't have the talent to be deceived all the time."

After speaking to his father, Lex turned to leave.

Lionel stared at Lex's back with a complicated expression, and waited until the other's back disappeared before telling his men to drive away.

At the same time, Eric and Clark finally returned home on the Kent farm far away from Luther Manor.

In the dark night, the farm was quiet.

Dragging a tired body, a scarred body, and clothes that were essentially non-existent, Clark pushed open the door.

He sat down on the sofa and leaned back.

A series of things happened tonight, and he needs to calm down, both physically and mentally.

Eric put the metal box outside, opened the door and prepared to change clothes.

But the moment he opened the door, he was stunned.

Jonathan and Martha stood on the stairs leading to the second floor with serious expressions, watching the "ragged" two people.

"Clark, Eric, I think... we need to have a good talk."

Jonathan walked down the stairs to Clark, who was lying on the sofa.

"Dad, aren't you in the big city?" Clark sat up in shock.

"With such a big thing happening at Luther Manor, I don't think Martha and I can stay still."

Jonathan looked at the metal box behind Eric, "Eric, what is behind you?"

Chapter 49 The Witch

"This is......"

After two seconds of silence, Eric prepares to carry out the necessary "white lie" to his parents.

Clark jumped up suddenly, with a nervous expression on his face, "This...isn't our thing."

The extremely nervous expression and the stammering tone of voice, no matter how you look at it, are all expressions of a guilty conscience.

Jonathan was stunned and glanced suspiciously at Clark, "It's not yours, why is it in your hands. Clark, you know where our boundaries and bottom lines are."

"Yeah, I know."

Clark glanced at the expressionless Eric with a guilty conscience.

He was a little embarrassed, and felt that his series of actions just now completely screwed things up.

"Clark, your and Eric's talent comes with responsibility. I don't want you to squander this talent. You know what can be done and what is absolutely forbidden."

Jonathan walked towards Eric as he spoke, "For Eric, you are the same. You know the bottom line I ask of you, use your abilities carefully, this is what we agreed, right?"

"I see."

Eric nodded, he understood what his father meant.

It's nothing more than worrying that he and Clark use their extraordinary abilities to carry out some illegal activities.

"So, Clark, what did you put in the box?"

After Jonathan coached his two sons, he finally asked the most crucial question.

"in......"

Sweat dripped from Clark's forehead, stammering not knowing what to say.

"Squeak!"

When Clark was sweating profusely, the door was pushed open.

Lex Luthor pushed open the door and walked in, "Sorry, Mr. Jonathan, this is something I asked Clark and Eric to help me keep."

Everyone in the room, especially Clark, was surprised by Lex's sudden visit.

"Lex?"

"Sorry, Clark, came to the door without saying hello in advance."

Lex smiled apologetically at Clark, walked to the stunned Jonathan, and stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jonathan."

Jonathan didn't shake hands with each other, frowned and said, "I don't think my son's relationship with the Luther family can be so close."

"Actually..."