"Don't worry, Mr. Jack."
In the office, Luthor slightly leaned forward, crossing his hands, like a dangerous crocodile finally showing his bloody mouth, and sneered, "A wonderful new life is waiting for you."
"My...my name is Nixon."
"That's in the past, I will give you a new identity, named Jack, what about your surname? Baker? Benson? Why don't we call choose Johnson."
His tone seemed to be like deciding what to have for lunch today, instead of reshaping his life, Nixon felt as if he was falling into an abyss, and his spine felt chills.
"What profession would you like to have? Killer, drug dealer, gangster, or terrorist?"
All of them are identities that will inevitably be wanted for murder.
"Listen, I can give you the money back."
He swallowed and quickly put the bag on the table.
Family, work, friends... He couldn't accept everything he built in his life being taken from him.
"Was my money kept like this at the beginning?"
Luther raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Nixon hurriedly took out the money from the bag with trembling hands and feet, put the wads of cash back to their original positions, wiping some cold sweat from his brow, seemed to be looking at a devil who could decide his life and death with a single word, and looked at Lex, nervously showing an ugly smile.
"Mr. Luther..."
"Do you think you can blackmail me?
Do you think I'm a pampered child who needs to be protected by someone?"
Luther got up from the chair slowly and with an expression like a ghost who wanted to devour someone, his voice suddenly became louder and angry, making Nixon tremble with fear, almost making him kneel down in fright.
"You are not the first person to think so, and the person I made disappear has never appeared again! Do you think you are someone who makes me afraid? "
"Lu... Mr. Luthor, what do you want of me?"
As if facing the shocking wave that would slap him down at any time and turn him into a pulp, Nixon was terrified and begged for mercy in a trembling voice.
"Go secretly investigate something for me!"
"Yes...please tell me."
"There is a family named Kent in this small town who runs a farm."
Luther turned and opened the curtains, and the sunlight came in, but Nixon couldn't see through his dark eyes.
"I want their information, every little detail!"
"I will."
Nixon hurriedly nodded and agreed, "I will definitely investigate it for you."
"And..."
"What else, Mr. Luthor?" Seeing Luthor sweeping his head back, he quickly lowered his head like a loyal servant.
"This is a mysterious town." The corner of Luther's mouth curled up, and he looked out at the manor again and said softly.
"Although I have only been here for a few days, I have seen a corner of her mysterious veil, and I can't help but dream about it."
First, Clark, who was hit by a sports car at 200 km per hour and fell off the bridge, but still survived and saved his life.
Then there was a female high school student who turned into him to rob a bank.
All kinds of strange things circulating in the small town that he saw on the Internet.
"I want to know everything about this mystery! "
"You will, Mr. Luthor."
After dismissing the reporter who had just been accepted as a dog by him, Luther watched him drive away, took a sip of wine slowly, and murmured with a low smile.
"Thank you, Nixon. It's a good thing it was a stupid and cowardly person like you who discovered one of my loopholes ahead of time, and not someone else who was more troublesome.
And just when I was short of manpower, you came to my door."
...
"What are your names, gentlemen?"
In the nursing home, Cassandra, with white eyes and gray hair, smiled kindly.
"My name is Clark." "David Kent."
Clark reported his name first, followed by David.
"Kent Brothers?
Come sit down."
The old woman with a gentle temperament pointed to the bed not far in front of her.
"Ma'am, I heard that you can predict the future?"
When the two sat down, Clark glanced at his younger brother, believing that he had the same idea as himself after encountering several powered people in a row. He turned his head and hesitated, but couldn't help asking: "Is it true?"
Who wouldn't be curious about the future?
Especially knowing that this foretelling of the future might not be fake.
"The first time it happened, I thought it was a curse, a hallucination.
As long as there is physical contact with people, fragments of uncontrollable events will appear before the eyes."
Cassandra laughed.
"It turned out that it was a gift from God to make up for my eyes."
Clark was surprised.
The old lady in front of him didn't seem to care about hiding her ability at all and casually talked about it to the people she met for the first time.
He began to have some doubts. Does the other party really have abilities?
Only liars can't wait to show off themselves.
But what happened to Pete just now proved something miraculous.
"Clark, stop thinking about doubts."
Unlike Clark, David mostly confirmed that the other party can really predict the future and said slowly.
"I think when you reach Ms. Cassandra's age, you will treat some things indifferently."
Looking carefully again, the old lady really gave off a feeling of indifference after aging. Clark suddenly realized and apologized.
"Sorry, Ms. Cassandra."
"It's okay." The old woman smiled, not caring about the doubts.
"When was the first time you foresaw the events?"
Clark always had doubts that all the strange things in the town started to happen after the meteorite rain.
He has a very strong hunch that those ability users are related to the meteorite, but there is no evidence to be sure.
"One morning, I woke up as usual, and then the meteorite fell and hit the wheat field in front of my house. The doctor judged that the flash burned my optic nerve and changed my life in a short moment."
"Sorry. "
Looking at the old woman who calmly recounted the past, Clark looked a bit sad and his voice was dull.
The meteorite rain came with him, and it was he who brought the disaster and changed the lives of many people.
"It's not your fault, kid."
Cassandra laughed, thinking he was sorry for letting her talk about her blindness.
"Kindness is a good thing."
Seeing Clark with guilt in his eyes, David pointed out: "But there are some things in the world that are beyond your control, my brother."
He was sent to Earth by force, not by choice, he shouldn't have to always take the burden on himself.
Being comforted by his younger brother, Clark felt a little better.
At the same time, he was a little puzzled, how could his younger brother comfort himself for such a small emotional matter for the first time?
"Since then, I can no longer see the present in front of me, but I can see the future of others."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand in a gentle voice.
"Son, do you want to try it?"
Looking at the old lady in front of him, Clark hesitated, wondering if activating that ability would consume energy or something.
He came here as a volunteer to accompany the elderly to study, not to let the elderly help him answer questions about the future.
At the same time, outside the room, a tall and beautiful black-haired figure walked up to the door silently, like a hunter who had experience living in the jungle, with her back against the wall, listening to the conversation inside.
"Occasionally glimpses of the world with eyes can only be in the future of others."
David pondered.
"That's why you often help people predict the future and point out their troubles, right Ms. Cassandra?"
He could see that this old lady was inexplicably active in helping people predict the future.
"Son, you're smart."
Cassandra nodded approvingly in his direction.
"The world is so beautiful, full of colors, clouds as white as cotton, beautiful green grass, and a clear blue sky.
Light is always better than darkness, especially for a person who once had sight."
She said with nostalgia.
Hearing this, Clark no longer hesitated and stretched out his hand to the kind and blind old woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry for hesitating, ma'am."