Superman

There is no doubt that the adoptive father Jonathan's plan for Clark to hide his plan has completely failed.

No matter how you defend it, this incident cannot be easily covered up.

First of all, there are so many witnesses in the bank.

They saw with their own eyes how Clark defeated the two bank robbers and was bombarded with a shotgun and was still safe.

Unless Superman has a flash pen that makes people fragmented, "click" to erase the memories of everyone present.

Otherwise, the confessions of so many people can serve as evidence.

Furthermore, the surveillance cameras in the bank have already faithfully recorded everything that happened before.

The plausible evidence is there, and blunt denials are useless.

"My child, lying is not a good habit."

The fat police officer looked at the twisted double-barrel shotgun and smacked his tongue secretly. What a terrifying force it takes to do this.

There are also those two hapless gangsters, and their injuries do not look light.

"Police officer, I belong to the school football team, and I often do some work on my father's farm. I exercised since I was a child, and my body is great. It is also reasonable to be stronger than others!

Clark was anxious to be wise and thought of a reason.

After meeting his big cousin, he will find excuses more and more, and he is no longer the innocent small town boy.

Luke calls this change "growth."

"Oh, so everyone in your school football team can bend their barrels and knock down two adult males weighing more than 160 pounds? I really think I am Rambo!"

The fat police officer looked at Clark, who was posing like a bodybuilder and showing strong muscles, and wondered if the child had a brain problem.

"If the children of the United States were as strong as you, we would have formed a super army and rule the world!"

Seeing this brave young man, he was unwilling to tell the truth.

The fat police officer was too lazy to continue wasting his time, turned around and called someone to maintain the scene, packed up the physical evidence, and prepared to take Clark back to the police station for a thorough questioning.

Of course, he was not trying to interrogate the other party as a prisoner.

It's just because of the professional ethics of the police and personal curiosity.

This is big news for high school students to prevent gunmen from robbing banks.

No matter which city is placed in, Clark's performance is amazing.

This superhero has not yet been overwhelmed. Any behavior beyond ordinary understanding will attract a lot of attention.

"Mr. Police Officer, the physiques of people cannot be generalized. I have done things that are usually difficult to accomplish in a situation of extreme anger."

A flat voice with a smile was inserted, preventing the fat police officer from moving.

"Kent's behavior can actually be explained scientifically. For example, because of the rapid secretion of adrenaline, the blood flow rate is accelerated, which bursts out a powerful force that cannot be used in the past. It is not as exaggerated as you think."

Seeing the person coming, Clark showed a look of surprise on his face and said anxiously: "Big watch...Mr. Cavill!"

Only Luke can help him at this time.

"Ah, it's Mr. Cavill, why are you here?"

The fat police officer's original indifferent attitude has undergone a huge change of 180 degrees.

He knew the young man standing in front of him, who had dinner with the administrative committee of the town last week.

The young rich man in the metropolis, the celebrity in the small town, all kinds of auras imposed on Luke's head are impressive.

Speaking of it, the American town management model is very peculiar. One is the town council system.

All the residents in the town assemble at least once a year to implement various administrative measures related to public security and personnel mobility through internal discussions.

There is also a town representative meeting system, which is similar to the one above, but it is more efficient and time-saving that all residents elect representatives to participate.

The town where the fat police officer is located is the second type. The administrative committee is responsible for all official work.

The most powerful and prestigious people are the town police chief and the members of the committee.

The latter are generally composed of wealthy families and elite classes, and they represent the "opinions" of all town residents.

The small town is a microcosm of the American political structure.

Seeing Luke appearing, the fat police officer coughed twice and said in a slow voice, "But he was shot without injury. Everyone saw..."

"It may be that the gangster bought inferior firearms, or Kent has learned some kind of Eastern Qigong."

Luke was serious nonsense.

"I know a Mr. Ma. It is said that a British Hercules of more than two hundred catties can't touch a finger of his as much as he can. He is a great master of martial arts."

The fat police officer looked confused, and didn't know why the topic turned to Oriental martial arts.

He scratched his head. Because he didn't want to offend the other party too much, he hesitated and said: "This is a big case. He always has to go back with us and record a complete confession."

"Mr. Officer, are you going to take a boy who bravely stood up to protect his mother to the police station for questioning, instead of intensifying the search and hunting down the robber who escaped?"

Luke increased his tone and said solemnly: "That person is carrying hundreds of thousands of dollars in bank notes and a gun. If he is allowed to go unpunished, then this is equivalent to irresponsibility for the personal and property safety of the residents of the town."

"What you have to do now is not to embarrass this courageous boy, but to immediately contact the highway patrol along the way, as well as the state police, and make every effort to arrest the gunman wearing the presidential face base!"

Although Luke is not much older than Clark in terms of age,

But he was shocked by the fat police officer, as if he were the opponent's superior.

After all, once served as a lieutenant general of the Pentagon and director of Aegis, and developed the habit of giving orders, the majesty of the superiors subconsciously revealed.

"Kent is a good boy. He deserves to be commended, not to be interrogated like a prisoner."

After Luke said this, without looking at the fat police officer, he took Clark and his unconscious mother straight away.

And the other party didn't say anything, just stood there a little awkwardly.

Such behavior immediately caught the admiration look of the little cousin.

Clark, who has not yet left the town, has a vague understanding of social status for the first time.

"I contacted the ambulance, first took Mrs. Kent to the town hospital, and then called Jonathan, there should be no major problems."

Luke seemed to have understood the situation and quickly solved various problems.

Because of the emotional ups and downs, Mrs. Kent fainted unfortunately.

I can only say that the accident came too suddenly.

By the time Jonathan arrived, it was already dark.

The Kansas farmer with a strong sense of morality first expressed his sincere gratitude to Luke, and then replaced Clark, who was guarding the bed, holding his wife's hand and sitting beside him watching silently.

The latter closed the door gently and saw the big cousin sitting on the chair in the corridor.

"Now there is time to talk?"

Luke rubbed his temples and said softly.

Perhaps because of the "butterfly effect", the plot should have been step-by-step.

It was like a speeding train that suddenly got out of control, rushing in an unknown direction.

He thought he would have to watch dozens of episodes of Clark and Lana's dog-blood relationship, and then waited for Superman to upgrade in Novice Village, but he didn't expect to fast forward to identity crisis.

A bank robbery exposed Clarke's strength and was about to fall into a whirlpool of public opinion.

"Big cousin, what should I do?"

The two went to the vending machine, took two cans of Coke, and then found a quiet place to start talking.

Clark was flustered, and it was an accident that gangsters rob the bank.

In a hurry, he accidentally displayed a powerful force different from ordinary people in front of many witnesses.

After this, it will definitely lead to a series of chain reactions.

News from the town spread quickly, and it won’t take long for Clark to become a household name.

"Don't be too nervous, Clark."

Luke calmed down his little cousin.

The current situation is actually a good thing for him.

Before, considering family resistance, he didn't get too involved in Clark's life.

As Superman's parents, Jonathan and Martha definitely want their son to live a stable life.

It's best to inherit the Kent family's farm, stay as a farmer in Kansas, and then marry a wife and have children.

But Luke didn't think so, he even hoped that his little cousin's life would be more interesting.

For example, become a Kryptonian who can play Wing Chun?

Only on the emotional level, the big cousin who has been separated for many years and met again is definitely not as deep as his adoptive father and mother.

To interfere in Clark's life rashly will inevitably cause opposition and resistance from the other party.

A stable structure will always require external pressure to break the situation.

And now, it is a good opportunity.

"Clark, things are far from the worst."

Luke opened the can and took a sip of cold soda.

"The video taken by the surveillance camera in the bank, I have already taken care of it."

"In other words, apart from those witnesses, there is actually not enough evidence that you are a... Saiyan."

Luke's remarks gave the little cousin a reassurance.

When he was in the hospital bed, Clark was full of terrible images of himself being locked up in the laboratory, then drawing blood every day, becoming abnormally weak.

"Furthermore, in so many small towns in the United States, all kinds of strange things and horror stories will always pop up."

Luke's mouth curled up and continued.

"Could it be that those are true?"

Clark became happier as he listened, and his depressed mood instantly cheered up.

"So, those policemen won't come to me anymore? I don't have to be forced to drop out of school?"

The thinking of my little cousin still stays at a relatively simple level.

At this time, he was no different from other people his age, and he was full of hormones.

Just thinking about Lana's better face and hot body full of youthful breath.

Luke saw this and shook his head helplessly.

Men’s maturity is often due to women.

When Clark is completely broken in love, he will understand that it is better to be a Saiyan with no emotions.

"but--"

Luke paused and said this word that Clark didn't want to hear at all.

"I can't erase all the influence. The residents of the town will start talking about you. They will attach some occult or religious things to you."

"Clark, such a peaceful life has already left you."

"Because they saw it, you squeezed a shotgun with your bare hands and got a shot and nothing happened... This is some kind of incredible miracle, understand?"

The smile on his little cousin's face solidified, he was completely unaware of these problems.

Thinking of the spaceship in the warehouse of Kent Farm and his identity, Clark seemed to be deeply shocked and dejected.

"That's why Dad will let me hide myself..."

He felt that he had screwed up everything.

But in the critical situation at that time, he had no other choice but to rush to stop the gangster from harming his mother.

"Clark, have you ever thought that hiding yourself ignorantly is not a good choice."

Luke patted his little cousin on the shoulder, and said slowly: "Jonathan must have told you that it is meaningful for you to come into this world, you are a symbol, a symbol."

"But that is a thorny road. If you choose to be a flag, or a beacon in the eyes of mankind, you have to endure a lot of criticism."

"People who are afraid of the unknown, they will misunderstand you, hurt you, and treat you as an alien, a monster."

Clark lowered his head, and the firm gleam in his eyes seemed a little dim.

"Then what should I do?"

He took a deep breath and looked at his big cousin who was gradually building trust.

"Of course you are making your debut and becoming an idol... heh, I mean, you can choose not to hide yourself and tell the world honestly, who you are!"

Luke made a loud noise, he had planned the follow-up public relations plan.

As long as Clark agrees, then Superman will appear in this world.

Then, it was like tearing down the first domino.

Superheroes will spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

"Instead of being afraid of rumors and letting you slander, why not be brave, stand in front of them, and tell them that you are kind?"

Luke's voice was full of contagion, making Clark's dim eyes glow again.

"I want to admit that I am an alien?"

Little cousin asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't have to be this way. The identity of an alien will attract the vigilance of the government and rejection of the masses..."

Luke's eyes flashed, and he was thinking about what kind of origin story he should make for his little cousin.

Bitten by some kind of animal?

Or hit by gamma rays?

"You come from the laboratory. A super soldier serum created Clark Kent and made you so powerful."

Luke thought for a moment and said word by word.

"Lab, Serum... Isn't this too science fiction?"

Clark scratched his head. He prefers cliché stories in which the kind protagonist touches the gods and is then given divine power.

"You can't grab the script of your own set."

Luke shook his head when he heard the little cousin complain.

That belongs to the wisdom that locked the door... Oh no, Solomon's wisdom, Shazam's origin story.

"The Walter company under my name has negotiated with the Ministry of National Defense for some biological transformation related businesses in the past two years, which just happens to serve as a suitable background."

Luke snapped his fingers. He stretched out his hand to put his little cousin's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I've even figured out the code name for you. How about calling it'Motherlander'?"