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"I understand."
Having regained some strength, Clark's face carried a hint of resentment as he took a deep breath.
His younger brother hadn't told him the reason, but he could more or less guess it.
Most likely, in the future, whenever he felt confident enough to stop him from doing anything, he would come up and shake it in front of him, leaving him sprawled on the ground in embarrassment, even worse than an eighty-year-old grandfather.
However, hopefully, maybe, he was afraid that he would have a major personality change again if he encountered the red meteorite, having a card up his sleeves?
"I'll be careful."
Regardless, Clark didn't want to think about this anymore because he had also kept his super hearing a secret from his brother.
Seeing him nod in agreement, the probability of Clark ending up dead in a ditch should probably be greatly reduced.
David turned and went downstairs, preparing to go to sleep.
In fact, from his point of view, Clark still had one of his biggest weaknesses, which was nothing compared to kryptonite, but he probably wouldn't avoid it even if he mentioned it.
...
Coming back to the long-missed home.
David decided to rest for a few days at home.
Traveling to the North Sea area, conquering Paradise Island, and fighting the War God Ares had consumed a lot of his energy.
Especially in the next month, he had to supervise the Amazons in their dance practice and develop the habit of practicing dancing.
"Watching them dance is far from enjoyable, let alone rest."
And Clark still had work to do, whether it was his role as Chloe's reporter assistant or his role as Superman.
"Superman..."
Thinking of the title given to him by Chloe's famous journalist cousin, Lois Lane, he couldn't help but remember Lana.
In Chloe's rented apartment, Clark hunched over his desk by the window, helping to organize audio source manuscripts for the interview, looked into the distance; his eyes filled with memories.
He remembered being embarrassed in front of Lana because of the meteorite necklace and how she had picked up his Nietzsche book and asked if he was a regular person or a Superman.
"Unexpectedly, I have become a Superman now..."
Clark didn't mind the title; it seemed to have a strange connection to him.
He wondered if the rumored beautiful and graceful female reporter simply thought of him as a superhuman and gave him that title, or if it was based on Nietzsche's theory of Superman.
"The Superman is the leader of the human race, the absolute greater in spirit, one who transcends himself, the standard of truth and morality, the creator of norms and values..."
He muttered softly, feeling a heavy sense of responsibility on his shoulders.
He didn't know if he could live up to the title of Superman, to not let down the people who gave him that title and saw hope in him.
Suddenly, Clark's ears twitched, and he frowned.
Inside a prison on the other side of the city.
"This city failed me!
Those damn bastards dared to throw their Mr. Metropolis into prison. Just because I was involved in the underworld, killed, trafficked drugs, and bribed officials?! Can't they see the enormous amount of money I've poured into charity every year? Do they know how much time and money I've spent on charity?"
In the prison, Glenn Morgan was no longer the composed man he used to be. His voice grew hoarse as he spoke to the person on the other side of the visitation window, like a cornered rattlesnake, filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"I'm going to make this city know the price of betraying me. I'm going to make them taste pain a hundred times worse than mine!"
"Is the plan ready, Olsen?"
"Anytime, sir, it's at seven o'clock, the train arrives on time."
"Good, when I go back, it's time to eat, I want to see that news when it happens while enjoying my top-grade caviar in the prison. You know what I mean..."
"Of course, sir." Glenn Morgan's top hitman, Olsen, nodded emotionlessly.
After ending the prison visitation call, Olsen left the prison and began contacting his subordinates to finalize the plan.
Clark's attention followed Olsen's call, growing more and more frightened as he listened until he heard the insane plan. He abruptly stood up, and the chair scraped sharply against the floor, producing a shrill noise.
"What's wrong, Clark?"
In the bedroom, Chloe, who was resting after returning from the interview, sat up in surprise when she heard the commotion.
"I have something urgent to attend to; I'll go out for a while."
He glanced at his watch; it was already 6:50. Grabbing his clothes, and without any further explanation, Clark hurriedly left.
A high-speed train, no, it may be the lives of innocent citizens within a city block, dependent on him for rescue.
Time was running out, only ten minutes left!
But first, he needed to figure out which city high-speed train was rigged with a bomb!
...
Boom!
At dusk, on the King's Platform.
A 16-carriage city rapid transit train, almost a mile long, had just departed.
Clark, in his red cape, descended with lightning speed from the rooftops several blocks away, carrying a fierce wind with him, and landed next to the platform in a hurry.
Rocks scattered, and the ground cracked like a spider's web, spreading several meters.
"It's Superman!"
Bystanders who were bored, waiting for the train, were stunned. Some were so amazed by the shocking scene of Superman descending from the sky like a god, that their mouth fell open and phones slipped from their hands, falling to the ground.
"Get out of here; there's a bomb here. Go to a safe place!"
Clark turned around and shouted loudly.
After saying this, he didn't pay attention to the crowd and forcibly opened the tightly closed safety door.
The steel door was pinched and deformed and was quickly opened by a tyrannical force.
He jumped into the tunnel and quickly chased along the railroad tracks.
"A bomb?"
"Danger, Superman!"
After a moment of confusion, the onlookers saw him jump onto the tracks and began to shout.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, the red and blue figure disappeared before their eyes.
A long steel train with a high-tech streamlined body, its front like a bullet, was traveling on the tracks at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, cutting through the air at high speed.
Clark caught up with the train, and everything slowed down. He tore open the train's carriages and entered the interior.
"Bomb, where's the bomb?"
Before arriving here, he had found the small-time gang leader Olsen, and, after taking him to experience the height of the tallest Metropolis building several times, he couldn't stand the fear and finally confessed which train they were targeting.
However, he didn't know where exactly the bomb was placed, and he couldn't reach the henchman who had planted it; the phone call went unanswered.
"There's no time!"
Clark carefully used his force field to push people on the high-speed train aside as he searched under their seats for the bomb, but it was too slow, and time was running out.
"Moreover, the bomb may not necessarily be under someone's seat; it could be hidden elsewhere."
His voice sounded much lower than his current one, and even with his super hearing, he couldn't hear it.
The plan was to place a sensor at the next station, and when the city high-speed train passed by, the bomb would be triggered, causing death and destruction to the city.
Swoosh!
"I can't find the bomb, and I don't know where the sensor is!"
Clark left the train and, in a lightning-fast motion, reached the next platform. He swallowed hard, standing about fifty meters from the front of the platform, with indomitable and resolute determination, facing the high-speed train approaching 400 kilometers per hour, like an iron python.
"Then just Let it stop in front of the platform."
Because of him, Glenn Morgan's crimes were exposed, and he ended up in prison, which made him want to seek revenge on the city!
It was all because of him.
"Come on! No one will get hurt because of this!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The wind howled in his ears, and the sound of the train approaching at high speed, like a bullet, echoed in his ears. Clark gritted his teeth, his body tense.
It wasn't just about a massive object weighing hundreds of tons crashing at 400 kilometers per hour!
He had to use his unique force field to protect the entire train from front to back. Otherwise, when the train suddenly stopped, an unimaginable force would be transmitted between carriages.
The steel carriages would stack and deform like pieces of paper, and the carriages would derail and collide with each other, resulting in numerous casualties. The bomb would likely explode too!
Here it came, so fast, and he didn't have any more time to think!
In less than fifty meters, a high-speed train hundreds of meters long, carrying the power of an avalanche, shot toward the platform like a bullet.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
His heart raced like a drumbeat. Clark yelled lowly, extended his legs, and stretched out his arms to grab hold!
Boom!
In the next second, a violent shockwave exploded, raising dust and obscuring the view.
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Before dinner, the aroma of food filled the house as Martha was busy preparing dinner—simple stewed potatoes with beef.
In the living room, David and his father, Jonathan, were having a father-son time and watching TV, waiting for Clark to return so they could eat together.
Suddenly, the TV host, sounding slightly flustered, interrupted the broadcast with breaking news.
David and Jonathan's faces turned grim.
"We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news.
Just moments ago, Superman leaped onto the King's Platform, shouting to warn people waiting for the city's high-speed train that there was a bomb. He then intercepted the AZ187 high-speed train, stopping it with incredible strength, but also lost consciousness most likely due to exhaustion.
Please stay tuned for live coverage."
With the host's shocked tone, the camera angle shifted, showing the scene beyond the heavily guarded blockade by soldiers.
A high-speed train had been forcefully stopped, with its front car severely deformed. Twisted patterns extended like waves from the steel front, clearly showing the transmission of unimaginable force.
But what violated the laws of physics was that only the front of the train was deformed. The rest of the train, hundreds of meters long, was unharmed and stopped on the tracks, with hundreds of passengers exiting with bewildered expressions.
Near the front of the train, there were two footprints deeply embedded in the ground, several inches deep, showing the incredible impact force it endured.
Several people in protective suits were collecting something near the footprints, which seemed to be sweat.
But the one person who should have been there was missing from that spot.
The host's voice continued to come from the TV.
"Whether or not there was a bomb on the train, Superman has saved the lives of over a hundred citizens in the city in the past month alone.
It is reported that the unconscious Superman has been taken away by the military in a helicopter, and we hope the military will release him after uncovering the truth."
Thunk!
"Clark?"
Upon hearing this on the sofa, David abruptly stood up and took a step forward, his face gloomy as he stared at the blocked scene on the TV.
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