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For Clark's proposal, David has little interest.
He just wants to protect his family and has no intention of becoming a superhero like Clark, running around for strangers he doesn't know, and occasionally suffering from misunderstandings and suspicions, and even facing some moral kidnappings.
"And besides, leaving aside everything else, you've never liked my way of doing things.
I'm afraid that not long after our so-called vigilante group is established, you and I will end up fighting each other because of you stopping me from doing things."
David stood up from his chair and looked at Clark.
"I don't want Mom and Dad to worry about us when they see us fighting each other."
He patted Clark on the shoulder.
"So... it's better to avoid it."
Clark, holding his coffee, fell silent.
His brother had stormed into the military base to save him, but he didn't want to hurt the soldiers who were firing at him. He had always wanted to leave with him quickly to prevent more people from dying because of him. Did he go too far?
"Do you remember Lex Luthor?"
"I do."
Clark raised his head, not understanding why David suddenly brought this up.
He had saved Lex Luthor's life, and if it weren't for the truck he had sent, he wouldn't have learned about his life experience so quickly.
"Lex hasn't been seen in town lately. His father, Lionel Luthor, had a car accident recently, and he took over his father's company. He must be in a state of shock with a heavy burden about corporate affairs."
Clark showed a hint of sympathy.
"I'm not asking you about the news that was in the morning paper."
David shook his head.
Lex's situation yesterday was a bit strange, and it couldn't help but make people wonder.
He was a genius in technology, and the suit of armor he invented is very powerful even if it is not against Superman.
But the lifelike androids from yesterday far exceeded the capabilities of current human technology. It should not have been created by the young Luthor.
"Now that it's all over, take some time to think about what happened yesterday.
You should be able to see that it was a conspiracy against you."
David described what he had seen yesterday.
"Yesterday, I saw Lex at the military base. I suspect he was the mastermind behind the plan, using a train full of people's lives as bait to lure you into a trap."
Clark furrowed his brow momentarily, recalling the events.
"Yesterday, I heard that voice, and it felt very familiar, even though it was somewhat distorted through the speakers. Now that I think about it, it sounded a lot like Lex."
In fact, after recalling and comparing the details in his mind, he was 100% certain.
There were nearly a thousand lives on that train, and it was hard to believe that someone would be so ruthless, especially as it was someone he had once saved. It made him feel terrible.
"However, the one at the base yesterday didn't seem to be him."
No heartbeat, no blood flow... that couldn't be a normal biological entity.
"That was just a android."
David nodded, confirming his discovery.
"An android?"
"David, what do you want me to do?"
Listening to his brother's words, Clark guessed that he had something for him to do.
"Keep an eye on Lex. I promised yesterday that he would forever live in the gutter, where he can't see the light.
But for the time being, I have something more important to deal with.
As long as he appears in public as an android, destroy him."
Clark was not one to easily take a life, but Lex wouldn't have the guts to appear in public with his body again.
"No problem."
After hearing his brother actually ask for his help to do something, Clark eagerly agreed.
"But, speaking of it, this all started because of me," he added, his shoulders slumping slightly.
If it was just an android, he had no moral qualms. He would investigate whether Luthor was behind yesterday's events and whether someone had really planted explosives, and he would find the truth.
"Once I find the evidence, I won't just watch him. I'll personally put Luthor behind bars."
Clark clenched his fist.
"That man is cunning.
You may not be able to find the evidence."
David shook his head, not optimistic that he could easily find evidence. "Especially when the military is involved in this matter."
"..."
Clark was silent. He was not really a naïve child. He knew everything would become complicated when it came to officiality and politics. After all, the judges who would hear the case and impose sentences were a part of the large machine known as the federal government.
"Speaking of the military, before I go on a trip, I have to visit someone," David whispered to himself.
The volatile Prometheus metal can give people superpowers. He glanced inside the room and his eyes flashed again.
"Who is it?"
...
In the state of Mexico, there stood a five-story modern villa by the lake, a towering white disc-shaped building exuding a sense of streamlined beauty and high-tech.
"Zone A4 in the southeast is normal."
An elite bodyguard in black, holding a guard dog, patrolled the jungle by the lake. He communicated through a small earpiece, checking for any anomalies.
"B14 is normal..."
The security and defense here even exceeded that of some small country's presidents.
This lakeside villa was owned by one of the wealthiest men in the world, Steve Dayton. He was a renowned industrial tycoon with conglomerates spanning various industries, including military, medical, automotive, and aerospace, with factories all over the world.
Inside a laboratory, Steve Dayton, middle-aged with disheveled hair and deep dark circles under his eyes, looked like he hadn't slept for days. This appearance was in stark contrast to his usual image of a confident, energetic, and somewhat aggressive figure often seen on magazine covers during interviews.
His eyes were bloodshot, but his exhaustion couldn't conceal his excitement.
"It's done, my masterpiece."
He finished the final soldering point and removed his goggles, staring at the helmet on the table as though it were the most precious treasure in the world.
On the laboratory table lay a silver titanium alloy helmet, resembling an ordinary skiing helmet to the untrained eye. Only Steve Dayton, the creator of this helmet, knew the advanced technology it contained.
It delved into the most mysterious realms of humanity—the brain and the mind.
"Once you put this on, it will enhance your brain function, unleash mental energy, and give you the ability to perform telepathy and even psychic control."
After years of painstaking effort, Steve Dayton had finally completed his masterpiece. He gazed at the helmet, feeling a dryness in his throat, and reached for a nearby water glass, drinking it down quickly. He wiped his mouth vigorously and extended his hands, ready to try it on.
"Steve Dayton, not only do you have a brilliant business mind, but you're also a genius inventor."
A young, magnetic voice suddenly rang out.
"But isn't this a bit reckless?"
Startled, Steve jolted like a frightened rabbit, quickly turning his head to see a young figure leaning against the wall in a relaxed posture, looking at him.
It was as if this weren't the high-security underground laboratory he had spent millions on but the entrance of an ordinary supermarket.
The person's body emitted a deep purple light, making him appear like a humanoid celestial body in purple.
"Purple Light Man?"
With an intruder in his laboratory, Steve's pupils contracted. He hastily put on the helmet from the table and pressed a button. The helmet's seams emitted a red glow, and he let out a sigh of relief, regaining some confidence. He smiled and asked,
"I didn't bring Superman here. What do you want with me?"
"You know me?"
David didn't really care about the simple and casual nickname "Purple Light Man." He hadn't thought about officially becoming a superhero yet, so the title didn't matter.
"I just appeared in front of everyone yesterday. It seems like you've been interested in supernatural things?"
He glanced at the helmet on Steve's head.
"Of course."
Sweat broke out in the palms of Steve's hands as he tried to use the helmet to amplify his psychic abilities and read David's mind.
This monster, who had single-handedly captured a military base and defeated the Zero Armor, had come to him for a reason.
But after a lot of effort, his forehead was sweating, and his face turned tense like someone straining and having constipation, yet he couldn't read anything.
"Could my psychic-enhancing helmet have failed?
That's impossible!"
Steve widened his eyes, unable to accept that his years of research might have resulted in failure.
"Your helmet is fine; it's just that your abilities are too weak."
David's casual remark darkened Steve's face.
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