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

Eric was sitting at the dining table flipping through the Torch Newspaper and responded.

"The Torch" is the school journal of Smallville Township High School. Although the printing quality is average, the content quality is more than one level higher than its school journal status.

"Where did Clark go? If he was visiting a friend's house, he would usually call."

Martha in an apron came out of the kitchen, looked at the clock on the wall, and said worriedly.

The hour hand on the clock pointed to seven o'clock.

Usually by this time, Clark usually sits at the table and enjoys dinner with his family.

"I'm going to call his classmate's house, Eric, go and look around, maybe Clark is near the farm."

Jonathan got up to call and told Eric.

Chapter 9 Superman's Good Friday

"It's also possible that Clark was avoiding the embarrassing silence."

Eric gently put down the newspaper in his hand.

"An embarrassing silence?"

Jonathan looked at Eric suspiciously.

"Wander outside at night and wait until you and your mother have rested before coming home to avoid embarrassing silence."

Eric was not as worried as Jonathan and Martha, and said casually, "Clark thinks he shouldn't be punished for having talent."

"Is that what Clark told you?"

Mother Martha asked with a frown.

"No, he doesn't usually open up to me, especially when he thinks I'm on the same side as Dad."

"Okay, put the embarrassing silence aside for now. Eric, look outside. I don't believe Clark would wander around without saying hi to us."

Jonathan picked up Eric's coat from the hanger and handed it to him.

Eric didn't say more, put on his coat and went straight into the night.

Using super vision to look around.

The flat farm was sparsely populated and unobstructed, and Eric's super eyesight could easily see objects from miles away.

"Fortress of Solitude" secret base, school, Lana's farm, bar...

Clark observed all possible places.

Still nothing.

Eric's expression was a little cautious.

Wouldn't there really be an accident?

.....

In the corn field near the third fertilizer plant of Luther Company, the silence was broken.

"Huchi! Huchi...!"

Heavy breathing, mixed with a slight moan.

A wooden cross stands on a clearing in a cornfield.

Clark was naked, with only a pair of shorts all over his body, and was firmly tied to the cross.

A striking "S" mark was painted on his chest with red paint, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat.

With his head down, Clark gasped in pain as he tried to free his bound hands.

But because of the "kryptonite" necklace hanging on his chest, his strength was severely suppressed, making it difficult for him to move.

Not to mention breaking free from the hands tied to the cross.

In a cornfield a few miles away from Clark, a curly-haired youth with the appearance of a high school student put his hands in his pockets and looked at the crucifix like Clark with a complicated expression.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew, and the stalks in the blowing cornfield shook violently.

The young man stretched out his hand to cover his eyes to prevent the dust from getting into his eyes.

After opening his eyes, he found a stranger standing beside him.

Eric appeared from the gale.

Although he does not currently have the ability to fly, it took him some time to finally find Clark.

Turn on the super speed, and you will come to the cornfield in an instant.

The rapidly moving hurricane blew the surrounding corn stalks to and fro.

"What did you do?"

Eric looked at Eric who was tied to a cross in the distance, and asked the curly-haired youth rudely.

"Me? I can't do that. The guys on the football team do it."

Although the curly-haired youth was surprised by Eric's aura, he shook his head and denied it.

"Those **** will choose a scarecrow before the game, tie him here, humiliate and torture him!"

It seems that the curly-haired youth is also quite dissatisfied with the behavior of the football team members, with hatred in his eyes, "I thought they would stop after such a thing happened, but they intensified! It turns out that the evil will never disappear, and they also Never reflect and change!"

Eric listened to the curly-haired youth's speech, his eyes narrowed, "It sounds like you were once hung on a cross as a scarecrow, what's your name?"

"Jeromey."

The curly-haired youth smiled slightly, "Have you heard my name?"

"Hmm, the guy who was tied here as a scarecrow three years ago and disappeared?"

Eric heard that three years ago, there was a hapless man who was chosen by the football team to be a scarecrow tied to a cross, and the "scarecrow" disappeared mysteriously the next day.

This hapless bastard's name seems to be "Jeromey".

Eric, who had the above thoughts flashed in his mind for a moment, slowly turned around and faced Jeremy, the red light in his eyes flashed, "Jeromey, I think...you Must have heard my name."

"Why must I have heard your name?" Jeremy asked in confusion.

"Eric Kent! You must have seen this name on the locker when you stole the meteorite from my locker."

As soon as the voice fell, Eric's eyes emitted a crimson light.

"Fuck!"

The thermal sight with ultra-high temperature, although subject to the "motherland template" and did not exert maximum power, it still penetrated Jeremy's shoulder in an instant.

"Ugh...!"

Jeremy, who screamed, was directly blasted out by the impact of the heat sight.

Bang!

The body fell heavily in the cornfield, and slid backwards along the ground unabated.

The ground was plowed out of a deep ravine, and all the corn was hit and shattered into pieces.

"Cough cough..."

Lying among the crushed corn stalks, Jeremy coughed in pain.

Covering his shoulders, he tried to stand up.

The next second, Eric stood in front of him.

"Having a physical quality that ordinary people can't match, you can still stand up even so. Did you use kryptonite to strengthen your body?"

Eric's cold voice entered his ears.

"you......!"

Jeremy wanted to say something, but was hit in the stomach by Eric's punch.

"puff!"

Blood spewed out of his mouth.

His stomach seemed to be hit by a high-speed locomotive, and all his internal organs seemed to be displaced in an instant.

"Surprised? I can smell the kryptonite, he's inside you. You stole the locker key, my kryptonite?"

From the first moment Eric saw the other party, he was sure that the guy in front of him was the thief who stole his kryptonite.

Not only did he feel the smell of kryptonite from the other party's body, but the other party's smell was the same as the smell left in front of his locker.

"Well......!"

Jeremy, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, did not answer, his eyes were pointed at Eric.

In the next second, a huge energy group erupted from his body!

The silver-white lightning arc is like a silver snake, straight into the sky!

More lightning, carrying strong high-voltage electricity, surrounded Eric.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

Jeremy, who was shining with silver light in his eyes, roared angrily, and the lightning that made the sound of "呲la" all rushed towards Eric in an instant.

The overwhelming violent lightning, even the air trembled slightly.

"Is it the power of lightning?"

What caused Jeremy to collapse was that Eric was surrounded by lightning and stood intact.

Except the clothes are a little tattered.

Reaching out his hand, Eric shook it lightly, and the lightning that surrounded his body disappeared!

Chapter 10 Despicable fellows

It looked as if the opponent had destroyed the lightning with just one touch.

Jeremy was stunned!

This...is this still human? !

I thought that I was strong enough to get the power of lightning, but I didn't expect that there would be more perverted!

"I obtained lightning, or the power of high-voltage electricity through mutation, and this mutation is obviously related to kryptonite. How did you do it?"

Eric asked Jeremy, who was still in a daze.

"I......"

Jeremy, who swallowed and spit, was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

"Eric...?"

Clark's faint voice came from a distance.

Eric let go of Jeremy and turned to look in Clark's direction.

good chance!

Seeing Eric distracted, Jeremy immediately let out a secret cry.

The surface of the body is filled with the power of silver arc.

Whoosh!

Under the blessing of lightning, he fled away from Eric in an instant.

Seeing the other party escape, Eric just frowned slightly and did not pursue.

He has locked the other party, and as long as he is still in this small town, he cannot really escape from his control.

After tidying up his hairstyle, he took off his jacket, which had been damaged by lightning, and walked towards Clark.

"Ai... Eric."

Seeing his younger brother coming, Clark, who had been tortured on a wooden frame for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's painful, isn't it? Clark."

Eric did not rush to put Clark down, but observed the other party's embarrassment with great interest.