Lex Luthor, One of Superman's lifelong enemies.
After discovering Superman, he worked hard to free the world from the "threat" of Superman. According to his own opinion, Superman put human beings in the cradle of comfort, not giving them a chance to grow in the face of crisis and weakened the potential of the human race.
If Clark failed to save him yesterday, then young Lex Luthor fell into the river and probably died.
But he personally saved one of his greatest enemies in the future.
"Clark, as long as you're happy."
David spread his hands.
"Of course, I'm very happy."
Clark said with a smile, "Mom, where are the keys to this car?"
"David, would you like to go for a drive with me?" He turned back to his brother and said, the depression of these days also easing somewhat.
Clark couldn't wait to drive the car. It's the first own car in his life. Given his family's financial situation, he thought he could get it only after he got a job.
"Clark..." Martha hesitated to speak, "Your father has the key."
Rumbling.
Besides the grass cutter, Jonathan was busy processing the hay on the farm.
"Dad..."
Clark happily pulled David to the side, wanting to ask for the key.
The young Superman opened his mouth, and Jonathan stopped the lawn shredder, with a serious expression on his face, and said seriously: "I know you want it very much, but you can't take it."
He was still thinking about yesterday when after the crash, the car that was fished out of the river, Luther looked at the unscathed Clark in surprise, curiosity, and puzzlement as if seeing a miracle that was unreasonable and should not exist, and the expression on his face showed a faint desire to explore and crack down the miracle.
It's like an ambitious business owner discovering a unique new project.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he has a bad premonition.
"Why? I saved him." Clark was puzzled.
"This doesn't mean you can accept expensive thanks from others with peace of mind."
"I'll give you the new car, Dad, I can drive the old car."
"It has nothing to do with this." Seeing the displeasure on his son's face, Jonathan said quickly.
"A pickup truck, it's nothing to the Lex family."
David agreed with Clark's words.
The Luther Corp was one of the world's well-known business groups. Even Smallville, a remote town close to the metropolis, had the Luther family's fertilizer factory as a pillar financial industry. There are more than 2,000 people in the town working for the Lex family.
Clark saved Lex Luthor, and a pickup truck is hardly an expensive cost for the life of an heir to an outrageously rich syndicate.
"Listen, son, we can't get what we want in life, it's normal."
Jonathan wanted to explain patiently.
"Normal? I'm tired of being normal!"
Clark's depression accumulated in the past few days finally broke out and interrupted his father.
He obviously can do a lot, obviously, he can not only just watch, he could be the best no matter what he does.
But in order to be normal, he had to hide, so he could only be an inconspicuous NPC, standing by the football ground with a sour heart, watching the person he had a crush on kissing other people passionately.
"Is this normal?"
Dodging his father's hand that wanted to grab his shoulder, he rushed to the mower angrily, turned on the machine, and amidst the deafening buzzing sound, thrust his arm into the constantly moving blades.
Kaka!
"Father, tell me!"
Like encountering an indestructible high-density alloy, the Deck blade stopped rolling its blade, the gears collapsed, and the grass shredder emitted a puff of black smoke and stopped working.
"Clark!"
Jonathan screamed even knowing that his son was made of iron and steel, and hurried up to pull out his son's arm from the machine.
Only the clothes were shredded, and there was not even a red mark on Clark's arm.
"I know you're amazing, Clark, have you ever thought that repairing the lawn mower requires money?"
David asked indifferently as he looked at Clark, who was being led around by emotions.
He let out for a while, and only the result of the lawnmower being injured was achieved.
"Father, did you see that? I was born abnormal." Hearing what his younger brother said, Clark was even more annoyed, his voice was agitated, and he couldn't accept his situation.
Martha hurried over when she heard the movement, saw this scene, and guessed what happened, Jonathan and she looked sadly at each other.
"Perhaps it's time, son."
Jonathan sighed, and wearily took off his work gloves.
"This day was always coming."
"What?" Clark suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Come with me." He turned and plodded, letting Clark follow.
Then he glanced at his youngest son and hesitated for a moment. "David, you should also come. As Clark's younger brother, you also have the right to know the truth."
Although David is his and Martha's biological son, Clark is just an alien baby picked up from a spaceship, and the race between them is different.
The kind-hearted Jonathan and Martha have never treated them differently, and they are both their sons in their hearts.
"I know that some things cannot be kept from you forever, especially after discovering that you, Clark, are born extraordinary and possess unimaginable strength."
...
In a dilapidated car repair shop.
A blond-haired, muscular worker stood beside the car and reached into the car to twist the key, listening to dynamic death rock music.
The dashboard lit up, the engine started successfully, and the gum-chewing worker smiles successfully and closed the hood of the car in front.
Just when he was about to take a break, the worker caught sight of a thin figure standing like a ghost in the shadow of the store door.
"Damn it, you scared me to death!"
Cursing in a low voice, the worker suddenly felt that the person in the shadow looked familiar.
"Do I know you?"
He squinted and recognized the person coming, and walked up.
"I kind of remember, You were that year's scarecrow. What's your name? It seemed to be called... umm Jeremy?"
Jeremy, a black-haired, thin figure, with sunken cheeks like a skeleton, looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.
"I heard that you injured your head in that meteorite shower, and you were unconscious..."
As he spoke, the worker who used to be a football player at Smallville High School tried to wipe his oily hands with his clothes.
"Finally willing to leave the hospital bed? Looking at your weak body..."
Before he finished speaking, a strong electric current shot out from Jeremy's shoulder when he touched it.
A burnt smell spread in the air.
The worker flew upside down three or four meters away, knocked over a tool rack, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Monster!"
He raised his hand, which was scorched black and felt painful, and stepped back with his face changed drastically.
"Listen, that happened more than ten years ago!"
The worker immediately realized why the other party appeared over there and wanted to dispel the idea of revenge from him,
cried out in pain.
"That's just a game!"
"A game?"