"I didn't expect Pa to testify for Lex."
Back home at night, Clark was still a little surprised.
During the day, Luther did stay by their fruit stand all the time, never leaving their sight.
But Jonathan, their father who obviously didn't like Luthor, actually stood up and testified for Luthor, helping him get rid of suspicions.
David raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Do you really think father would lie to get Luthor into trouble?"
Clark scratched his chin, thinking it was impossible. The words just now seemed to doubt his father's precepts and deeds for so many years.
"Honesty is like a bright mirror, which will reflect your character. I don't want to add stains to my mirror for Luther's son." Hearing the two sons talking from outside, Jonathan opened his hands as he took off his coat.
"Especially in front of you, my sons."
The farm's fresh fruit sold for a good sum of money today, and the hard work has yielded a harvest. He was in a good mood and raised his voice slightly.
"I don't know who was late for a date with me when we were young, and he said that the motorcycle broke down halfway when he simply woke up late."
Coming from behind, Martha shook her head.
"Sometimes it's okay to lie in good faith."
Jonathan hugged his wife gently in a little embarrassment and raised his eyebrows at his two sons.
"Otherwise, where would our warm home come from?"
Well, although the atmosphere at home was relaxed, Clark could hear that his father's dislike for Luther hadn't changed.
"It's really strange today. Luther hasn't left the market. Who was robbing the bank?"
He recalled what happened during the day, and his words were somewhat confused.
"Many people saw Luther, and he was also caught on CCTV at the bank."
"Maybe that robber looks a lot like Lex Luthor?"
In the kitchen, after washing her hands, Mother Martha started preparing dinner, speculating back.
"Luther came to the town not long ago. In fact, few people are very familiar with him. Maybe they misunderstood him."
She wiped the water on her hands and continued to smile.
"Does Jonathan remember Jack King when we were in school? Except for his curly hair, how similar he is to our English teacher.
" "
Jonathan also remembered the funny things in school.
Clark also agreed with this, and spread his hands: "Maybe someone who thinks he looks a lot like Lex thinks he can try his luck.
To withdraw money, the department manager excitedly received the bank's big customers. But when it came time to sign, it did not match the signature templates kept in the past. The bank manager just asked casually if he could see his driver's license and wanted to handle business for him in another way.
In the end, he drew a gun... Fortunately, no one was injured in the end."
A summary of what is being discussed.
However, Clark actually had another guess.
David, who had been silent since just now, looked at him. Both of them knew what the other was thinking, but they didn't say it in front of their parents.
Even if the parents know about the existence of the powered people, they should try their best not to worry them.
...
After dinner, in the warehouse attic.
Blowing the cool night wind, looking at the quiet wheat field in the distance under the moonlight, David turned his head and looked at Clark who had just sneaked back from outside.
"Where did you go?"
"Nothing."
Clark scratched his head. During the day, David and Greg had a fight and destroyed the road. Now that it was dark, he was afraid that someone would drive into the pit and cause a car accident, so he went to have a look.
"You are really kind."
Hearing what he said, David couldn't help sighing.
"When I went, the engineering team of the transportation company outsourced by the town in charge of road maintenance had just finished construction.
They were very confused by the damaged road surface and felt that it would be impossible for a dozen tons of steel to fall off the truck and smash it into pieces."
Clark talked about what he saw, glanced at David, and pretended to ask casually.
"David, how strong are you?"
"You want to strengthen the relationship between us by wrestling with me?"
David narrowed his eyes slightly.
"How old are you?"
"No..."
"Exactly, I'm not interested in wrestling with you either."
"You should practice how to cover up your intentions when you speak, Clark."
He put his hands into his pockets and looked out into the night.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with being sincere."
His younger brother always talked to him in a tone that seemed more mature and intelligent than him. Although this was often the case, Clark was still a little upset.
"Oh?"
David sneered lightly, "Do you dare to say that you only wanted to ask me about my strength?"
"..."
The Kryptonian was a little embarrassed.
The question just now was indeed not simple.
He wanted to know the difference between his strength from David, so that the next time something like Greg happens, he will know what strength to use to stop it.
David saw through Clark's purpose.
"Forget it, I won't tell you."
After finishing speaking, he added another sentence.
"Because to be honest, I don't know myself."
"David, do you think the person who pretended to be Luthor and robbed the bank would be a powered person?"
Clark groaned in surprise when he heard the answer, and then asked.
He met two powered people one after another in a short period of time, and it was really frustrating.
Now when encountering strange things, it was like when being almost bitten by a snake even a rope looks like a snake, he began to think about it instinctively.
"Maybe."
David didn't rule out the possibility.
But he doesn't think every weird thing may be related to a powered person.
"If he is really powered, he may be able to resist bullets with his body."
Clark looked a little dignified.
Even Greg, who had a strength of hundreds of tons, didn't look to have this kind of defense, and this one may be a more powerful ability user than Greg.
David nodded.
According to eyewitnesses, it was clear that the man was wearing only a light suit, not a bulletproof vest.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, apart from wearing a bulletproof vest, there is no other possibility to explain that someone was shot twice in the back and escaped unscathed.
"Don't be afraid, bank robbers should not be interested in the farm."
He patted Clark on the shoulder, turned, and went to the attic to sleep.
But Clark was a little worried that there was such a gangster hiding in the town who dared to rob the bank.
"Hope everyone else is okay."
…
Next Morning.
Inside an antique shop in a small town.
Looking slightly old, Catherine with gray hair carried a red schoolbag full of money, struggled to get up to the second floor where she lived, and hurriedly knocked on her daughter's door.
"Tina, where did you get the money?"
Tina, who had just washed her hair, came out of the room leisurely and carelessly wiped her hair with a towel.
"I told you, our lives will get better."
"Tell me, you didn't rob the bank yesterday." Catherine couldn't believe what she heard and said to her daughter with the last chance of luck.
"Of course, I didn't."
Tina, who had a high nose bridge, was fairly pretty and had long red-brown hair, smiled.
Before Catherine could relax, she put down the towel, and a creepy scene happened.
Kaka!
Tina's skin and flesh flowed like plasticine, and her appearance changed suddenly. She grew taller and her frame widened, and she turned into a bald Lex Luthor with a sneering expression.
"It was Lex Luthor."