"..."
The smile on Luthor's face became slightly stiff, and Clark patted him on the shoulder to ease his embarrassment and smiled.
"Lex, you don't have to dominate the world to be meaningful."
Looking at a slender figure in the distance, Clark caught a glimpse of Lana's figure, which formed a smile on his face unconsciously, and he was about to step forward to say hello.
Another familiar figure appeared which was Whitney, who was following Lana.
The evening football training was over, and Whitney heard that Lana had a ticket here, and continued to follow Lana, trying to reconcile with his ex-girlfriend.
Seeing that the relationship between the two seems to have eased a bit, and they chatted from time to time, Clark's face darkened.
"It's better to have momentum in life, what do you think, Clark?"
Luthor patted him on the shoulder back.
"Only warriors who dare to take the initiative to charge can be liked by ladies."
He smiled and made a suggestion, hoping to get closer to Clark by giving advice on chasing girls.
For Clark's life-saving grace, apart from other things, he did feel a little grateful.
"I'm going out to get some air."
Not far away, Lana was wearing a pale pink dress, with a beautiful green stone necklace on her chest, which was very conspicuously hanging on her fair neck, Clark said, feeling a bit depressed.
David shook his head secretly, this is what he did.
Regardless of Clark, he continued to browse the museum casually, and there were still a few Egyptian artifacts inside that were not as vulgar and dazzling as the armor, full of unique ancient charm.
...
"You still want to run?"
In a grassy park, Sam Phelan had a fierce face and knocked a person to the ground with his fist.
"I can't find it. I don't know where the company's confidential customer files are. Please let me go." The man with blood in his mouth begged.
"Since you don't want to do things for me, prepare to go in and stay for a few years."
Turning the person over, he took out his handcuffs and threatened fiercely.
Everyone has dark secrets.
Sam Phelan is just a police detective who walks between black and white, digs out other people's secrets, and controls people to do things for him.
However, being a detective is just his job, and what he really likes are those green banknotes.
As long as it is profitable, he can do whatever it takes.
call!
Out of the museum, down the steps.
Clark took a few deep breaths of fresh air and looked up at the surrounding developed and tall buildings.
"Compared to Smallville, this bustling place is like another world."
Turning his eyes, the streets at night were quiet and deserted.
Not far away, under the bus stop sign, a homeless ragged tramp and his puppy were curled up and sleeping on a recliner.
"Well, it seems that there is not much difference."
Helplessness flashed across his eyes.
Chi!
A public bus was coming nearby, and it was almost under the stop sign.
Suddenly, the driver seemed to have a heart attack. His face turned pale, and he fainted. He bent the steering wheel and slammed into the bus stop sign. He was about to smash the stop sign and crush the homeless man on the seat.
"Not good!"
At that very moment, Clark's eyes widened, and he quickly rushed tens of meters to the middle of the bus and the stop sign.
He stretched out his hand to block the bus, thinking of protecting the homeless man.
Sometimes the body reacts faster than the brain, Clark forgot a little, and his face changed dramatically.
It stands to reason that under the huge inertia, the bus with more than ten tons will hit him heavily and smash the front of the car, which can save the homeless man, but the driver cannot survive.
"No!"
At the critical moment, at the time of the collision that was too late, a strange and hidden force field was born and enveloped the entire bus.
Boom!
The speeding bus seemed to hit a thick iron wall and stopped abruptly, but the front of the bus was only slightly dented where Clark touched it.
The homeless man avoided being crushed, and the driver was fine.
"This..."
Clark breathed a sigh of relief, staring blankly at his palm.
How did he do it yourself?
This is not scientific at all!
"How about it, have you changed your mind?"
In the park in the distance, after punching and kicking fiercely, Phelan took a breath, like a night owl torturing prey, and continued to ask with a sinister face.
"I... I..."
Boom!
Before the man could answer, he heard a loud noise. He looked up and saw an incredible scene.
After being dazed, hearing the driver moan in pain brought him back to reality.
Clark hurriedly tore open the door, entered the bus, and picked up the driver who had a heart attack. His body disappeared in a flash, and he rushed to the Metropolitan Hospital.
Seeing Clark disappear in place, Phelan showed astonishment on his face. He dropped the beating man and quickly came to the front of the bus, looked at the clear dent, and then at the driver who had disappeared.
He looked left and right at the empty streets.
He was quite sure that he hadn't seen a ghost, and he couldn't control his heartbeat.
Everyone has secrets.
But this time, he seems to have discovered a big secret!
...
"How about it, you two? Did the bustling metropolis make you feel sad?"
In the morning, at the dining table, everyone was eating breakfast, and Martha smiled and asked.
"The museum is great, but..."
Walking down the stairs, Clark hesitated to speak.
"What?" Jonathan stopped the spoon.
Sitting in his seat, David handed out a newspaper and said softly: "Just a small episode happened."
The title of the news is, "The Runaway Late-Night Bus That Nearly Killed a Homeless Man"
"I stopped it."
Clark described what happened at the bizarre scene last night, still being unclear.
"Are you all right, Clark?" Martha asked hastily.
This was a mother's concern, and Clark, the man of steel, would naturally be fine, he scratched his head.
"I'm fine, Ma."
"Clark, you saved a life, and I'm very proud of you."
After reading the newspaper, Jonathan frowned: "But, did anyone see you?"
That was Metropolis, which had a lot of hustle-bustle.
"It was late at night, and there was no one on the avenue. Everyone was in the museum, and the noise didn't disturb them."
"There was no witness in the newspaper, so it should be fine."
Martha reassured.
"That's good." Jonathan smiled.
"Let's eat and go to school, children, we should miss the school bus later."
David had heard what happened from Clark last night and knew that the biological force field (tactile telekinesis) should have played a role.
It is not surprising that Superman can fly by relying on Tactile Telekinesis.
It's just that Clark was a little panicked, and a strange new ability emerged, so he didn't pay much attention to the class all morning.
After school was over.
Clark and David were going to go to the woods on the outskirts of the town to explore new abilities to prevent him from losing control.
When the two passed by an alley in the town.
"Clark Kent, David Kent, right?"
A middle-aged figure came out slowly, showing his police badge, with a playful smile on his face, like a hyena that found his prey, and stopped the two of them.
" I'm a Metropolis Police Detective, Sam Phelan, there was a traffic accident case, and I need your assistance in the investigation."
"Traffic accident!"
Looking at the policeman from the Metropolitan, Clarke's heart tightened.
Is it because of the accident last night?
But why did they find him?
Seeing the other party's proud expression as if he had caught someone else's tail, David narrowed his eyes.