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

Near Metropolitan National Bank at ATMs.

Clark, who was wearing sunglasses, took off his sunglasses before entering the ATM room and used heat vision to destroy all the cameras.

With the popping sound of "bang bang", several cameras were all damaged in an instant.

After damaging the camera, Clark walked over to the ATM and punched it.

"Crash", the at ATM was smashed by him.

There were constant sparks on the exposed wires that stopped working completely.

Clark reached in and took out the money inside.

Immediately afterwards, he smashed open the second ATM, took out the money inside and put it in his prepared bag.

After taking out all the money from the ATM, put on sunglasses, left the at-room, and walked towards a luxury car dealership.

After Clark entered the car dealership with his wallet on his back, he quickly attracted the attention of the car sales ladies.

"How much is this car?"

Clark pointed to a silver-white convertible sports car in front of him and asked the saleswoman next to him.

"300,000, sir."

The car saleswoman glanced at Clark's bulging backpack and smiled back at him.

"Well, it's not expensive."

Clark threw the bag on the sports car, opened the zipper, and showed the car sales lady the green dollars he had just snatched from the ATM machine.

"Let's go test the car next, shall we?"

Seeing that the sales lady was surprised by "Franklin", Clark made an invitation to the other party.

The car sales lady who hesitated a little bit nodded and replied with a smile: "Of course, I'd be happy."

The sports car galloped on the road and came to a luxury nightclub like a gallop.

After getting off the car with the beauty, the two walked to the door of the nightclub.

The younger brother in charge of watching the venue was obviously very familiar with Clark, and greeted him immediately after seeing him coming.

"Hey Carl, the new car is cool."

"Really? You like it?"

"Sure, who doesn't like sports cars?"

Clark smiled slightly, and threw the sports car key in his hand to the other party, "If you like it, I will give it to you, there is no need to return it."

The younger brother who was in charge of watching the scene who received the key was stunned for a moment while holding the key, and then fell into ecstasy.

After entering the feasting bar, Clark took the other party to the bar.

After requesting a glass of whisky with ice from the bar, I sat down and chatted with the beautiful lady.

"Carl, where are you from?"

The beauty asked him while tasting the wine in her mouth.

"A place I'm trying to forget."

Clark poured the whisky in one gulp and replied to the beauty.

"Well...you sound like a man with a story, and I'm interested in men with a story, would you like to tell me your stories? By the way, I'm also from a man with a story. From where I tried to forget, it looked like we were sympathizers."

The beauty reached out her hand gently and stroked Clark's chest.

"While I'd love to tell my story, it's clearly not the right place right now."

Clark smiled at the other party and held the hand that the other party touched on his body, "But I can accompany you here to be wild, wine and music, we can dance wildly and forget about these unpleasant things. ."

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

The beauty smiled.

The bartender at the bar was making cocktails, so the two of them stood at the bar and waited.

Clark, who had nothing to do, picked up the "Daily Planet" that the bartender had placed next to him, wanting to see if there was any news about him being wanted.

After all, he had robbed a lot of ATMs, and he wouldn't be surprised if the Metropolitan police could investigate him.

The first headline was about the disappearance of Lex Luthor.

Reports say Lex Luthor's whereabouts are unknown when his plane crashed while on his honeymoon with his new wife.

"Plane crash?"

Clark's brows furrowed.

After thinking for a while, I flipped through the second edition, and I didn't expect to see an acquaintance on it - Eric!

The above describes how after the release of Eric's "Cthulhu" book, it gradually became known to the public from the niche literature, and gradually led a new trend of horror literature.

"I've seen it too."

Beauty glanced at the news report in the newspaper in Clark's hands.

"But I can't get used to that disgusting text anyway, I think..."

The beauty who shrugged her shoulders said to Clark, "Maybe the author of this book is a very disgusting guy."

Hearing that his brother was "disgusting", Clark grabbed the beauty's wrist and said viciously to the other party, "You better pay attention to the way you speak!"

"Hey! You hurt me!"

The beauty was grabbed by the wrist, frowning and broke free from Clark's hands.

He glanced at Clark as if he was insane, turned to leave, and scolded before leaving, "Bastard!"

"Wow, another one!"

The bartender who was scrubbing the glass saw Clark's female companion leaving, and said to him with a smile, "You come here often, but no girl has been taken away by you. Are you a monk?"

"I'm not a monk, but why should I do something that is doomed to no result?"

Clark smiled, took out a "Franklin" and photographed it on the table as a tip to the bartender, then turned and left.

But after thinking about it, he turned around and took the newspaper in his hand.

"Paul, this paper was given to me."

"Whatever, if you like it, I'll order it for you every day."

The bartender raised his glass and replied to Clark in a good mood.

Clark, who was holding the newspaper, thought about the beauty's evaluation of his brother just now.

nausea?

Do not!

He shook his head, Eric is not disgusting, but we all have the same super brain.

What we think is far from what you ordinary people can imagine.

After walking out of the bar, the sports car he just bought was driven away by the younger brother who was watching the scene, and there was not much money left on him.

Clark immediately turned his mind to how to solve tomorrow's consumption problem.

or......

Robbing a bank tomorrow?

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Chapter 122 Yes I have a cousin

Metropolitan National Bank.

The gunman wearing a Halloween clown mask rushed into the bank with a pistol and a submachine gun and fired at the ceiling.

"No one is allowed to move! All lie on the ground!"

After the gunman strafed the ceiling, he ordered everyone standing outside the counter to lie on the ground with their hands behind them.

The gun was then aimed at the staff behind the counter.

"Open the cash drawer, and everyone is not allowed to act rashly, or you will be shot and killed!"

Faced with the firearms that had already demonstrated their power, no one dared to resist, and the bank staff immediately obediently opened the cash drawer and safe.

The gunman quickly stuffed money into the bag.

The gunman in charge of guarding is staring at the people lying on the ground to prevent them from resisting.

There are bank security personnel who want to act and are caught by the gunman.

The gangster pulled the trigger at the resisting security guards, the gunshots sounded, and the scene immediately splattered with blood.

boom!

While the gunmen were carrying out their robbery in full swing, the glass of the bank was suddenly blown open.

A motorcycle smashed through the glass and crashed into the bank lobby amid the sky of broken glass.

A gunman who couldn't dodge was hit by the motorcycle in the center of his chest, and was knocked out with a bang, his body smashed into the glass cabinet, and a huge crash sound was heard.

Under the watchful eyes of many robbers, a guy in a leather jacket and black socks showing only his nose, more like a bank robber than them, got off his motorcycle, kicked the support frame with his feet, and supported the motorcycle .

The guy wearing black socks who appeared at the critical moment was naturally Clark who had planned to rob the bank earlier.

"Shoot that bastard!"

The leading gunman saw what appeared to be his peers coming in, and immediately greeted his companions to shoot Clark.

The sound of "bang bang bang" sounded, and in the face of the high-speed bullets, Clark, who was wearing a hood, easily pinched all the bullets.

And instantly moved behind the gangster who was shooting with a gun, and patted the other party's shoulder.

The nervous gunman turned his head with his gun raised, and Clark grabbed the muzzle and showed him the bullet he had grabbed.

"Your shooting accuracy is a little off, maybe you can shoot animal balloons."

While mocking, Clark grabbed the opponent's collar and threw the opponent directly.

With a bang, he threw it out and the guy hit the wall and fell to the ground with a thud.

The rest of the guys saw Clark's perversion and arrogance and immediately shot him.

"Shoot this guy!"

The gangster yelled at Clark frantically while shooting.

Bearing the bullets in the sky, Clark walked towards the gunman closest to him.

The bullet hit him and didn't seem to have any effect on him.

The staff in the bank saw Clark's brave performance and thought they were saved, but the next second immediately fell from heaven to hell.

With the pistol shot, Clark walked up to the opponent, grabbed the gunman's clothes with one hand, and squeezed the opponent's pistol with the other.

"I'm sorry, clowns, this bank was my first sight, and all the money here belongs to me."

Saying that, he raised the gunman wearing the clown mask and threw him to the ground.

After taking care of all the gunmen, he picked up the bag that the other party had thrown on the ground, glanced at the trembling bank staff, Clark turned and walked out of the bank.

At this time, the perimeter of the bank was already full of police, and the heavily armed police had just set up when they saw a man wearing a hood strutting out.

The sheriff hiding behind the police car raised a loudspeaker and shouted at Clark: "Don't act rashly, come out with your hands raised! Put down the bag in your hand, don't resist, this is the last warning!"

In the face of the heavily armed police, Clark didn't raise his hand, but just walked forward indifferently.

"shooting!"

Seeing that Clark was still stubbornly resisting, the sheriff gave the order to shoot.

In an instant, the bullets formed a dense barrage and swept towards Clark.

Dense bullets hit his body, making a "ping-ping-pong-ping" sound.

Clark stared at the bullet and walked forward with a hot look in his eyes that set a police car on fire.

With a bang, the burning police car exploded!