David was not interested in Clark's proposal.

He just wants to protect his family, and he has no intention of being a superhero like Clark, running around for strangers he doesn't know, suffering from misunderstandings and suspicions from time to time, and even occasionally a bit of moral kidnapping.

"And, aside, you've always disliked my way of doing things.

I'm afraid that not long after that so-called vigilante group is formed, you will fight me for preventing me from doing anything. ”

David got up from his recliner and glanced at Clark.

"I don't want my parents to be worried when they see us attacking each other."

He patted him on the shoulder.

"So...... Or exempt. ”

Clarke, who was holding his coffee, fell silent.

The younger brother broke into the military base to save himself, he didn't want him to hurt the soldiers who fired at him, and he always wanted to leave with him quickly, so as not to kill more people under his hands, did he do a little too much.

"Remember Lex Luthor?"

"Yes."

Clark looked up, not understanding why David had suddenly brought it up.

He had saved Lex Luthor's life, and if it weren't for the pickup he had given him, he wouldn't have known his origins so quickly.

"Lex has not been seen in the town lately, his father Lionel Luthor was in a car accident not long ago, and he took over his father's syndicate, and should be in the midst of a heavy blow and anxiety about the affairs of the group."

Clarke's eyes flashed with sympathy.

"I'm not asking you about the news that was published in the newspapers."

David shook his head.

Yesterday Luthor was in a bit of a strange situation, and I couldn't help but be concerned.

He is a genius in technology, and the armor he invented is very powerful if not against Superman.

But yesterday's almost real bionic robot far surpassed the normal technology of human beings, and should not have been made by the young Luthor.

"Now that it's over, there was a night last night for you to think about yesterday.

You should be able to see that yesterday's events were a conspiracy against you. ”

David said what he had seen yesterday.

"I met Luthor yesterday at the military base, and I suspect he's the one who made the plan, using the lives of a trainload of people as bait to get you hooked."

Clarke's brow furrowed for a moment, his face flashing with memory.

"Yesterday I listened to that sound very familiar, even if it was a little distorted by the speaker transition.

In retrospect, it was a bit like Lex. ”

In fact, after brain recall comparison, he is 100% sure.

There were nearly a thousand lives on that train, and it was hard to believe that anyone could be so mad, and it was the one he had saved his life, which made him feel terrible.

"But, it doesn't seem to be him who was at the base yesterday."

No heartbeat, no blood flow...... It couldn't have been a normal creature.

"It's just a robot."

David nodded in affirmation of his findings.

"Robots?"

"David, what do you want me to do?"

Clark listened to his brother and guessed that he should have something to do for himself.

"Staring at Luther, I promised yesterday that he would live forever in the gutter where he could not see the light.

But I have something more important than staring at him for the time being. ”

"As long as he appears in front of the public as a robot, destroy him."

Clark wouldn't have done anything to kill someone, but Luthor didn't have the courage to appear in public with his real identity again.

"No problem."

Hearing that his brother actually asked for his own affairs, Clark couldn't wait to agree.

"However, the cause of this incident is still my own." His shoulders drooped slightly.

If it was just a robot, he didn't have any psychological burden, and he would find out if Luthor had planned yesterday's incident and had someone actually plant the bomb.

"When I find evidence, I'm not just going to keep an eye on him, I'm going to send Luthor to prison with my own hands."

Clark clenched his fists.

"That man is cunning.

You may not be able to find it. ”

David shook his head, not very optimistic that Superman would be able to find evidence casually: "Especially since the military was involved in that incident." ”

“……”

Clark was silent, he was not a naïve child, and knew that everything involved in official and political matters could get complicated, after all, the judge in charge of sentencing cases was part of a huge machine called the federal government.

"Speaking of the military, before I go on a tour, I'm going to visit someone."

David muttered to himself.

The mutable Prometheus metal can give people superpowers, and he glanced inside the room, and his eyes flashed again.

"Who?"

……

A five-story modern villa on the edge of a lake, a white saucer-shaped building that stands tall and full of streamlined beauty and high-tech from head to toe.

"Everything is fine in the southeast A4 area."

There are elite bodyguards dressed in black who lead the hounds to patrol the jungle by the lake, and communicate whether there is anything unusual through the pocket headset all the time.

"B14 ...... normal"

The security here is even better than that of the presidents of smaller countries.

Because the owner of this lakeside villa is Steve Dayton, one of the richest people in the world, he is one of the world's most famous industrial tycoons, with a group involved in various industries such as military, medical, automobile, rockets, etc., and factories all over the world.

In the laboratory.

The middle-aged Steve Dayton looks like he hasn't slept for days and nights, his hair is messy like a bird's nest, and his eyes have heavy dark circles, which is completely inconsistent with the personable, energetic, and slightly aggressive image he often appears on interview covers.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his face was full of exhaustion and excitement.

"It's done, my masterpiece."

After completing the last solder joint, he took off his eyepiece and looked at a helmet in front of him as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

On the test bench, a silver titanium alloy helmet lies quietly, looking like a ubiquitous ski helmet, but only Steve Dayton, who invented it himself, knows the technology contained in this helmet.

It touches on the most mysterious areas of humanity – the brain and spirit.

"As long as you wear it, you can strengthen the brain function, stimulate mental energy, and achieve the ability to carry out telepathy and even mind control."

The result of the painstaking work was finally completed, looking at the helmet, Steve's mouth was dry for a while, he took the water glass next to him and drank it down, wiped his mouth vigorously, and stretched out his hands deeply, ready to try it on.

"Steve Dayton, not only do you have a strong business acumen, but you're also a genius inventor."

A young, magnetic voice suddenly came.

"But isn't it reckless to do so?"

Covered in a spirit, like a frightened rabbit, Steve jerked his head to see a young figure leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at him in a relaxed and casual manner.

It was as if this was not an underground secret laboratory he had built at a cost of hundreds of millions of dollars, but the entrance of a random supermarket on the street.

The surface of the human body emitted a deep purple light, and the whole person seemed to be a purple humanoid celestial body.

"Purple Light Man?"

An outsider invaded the laboratory, Steve's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly put on the helmet on the table, pressed the button, and there was a burst of red light between the helmets, he breathed a sigh of relief, regained some confidence, and smiled.

"I didn't get Superman here, what are you doing with me?"

"You know me?"

Regarding the simple and casual nickname of Ziguang Man, David has not thought about debuting as a superhero for the time being, so it doesn't matter about this title.

"Remember I only showed up in front of everyone yesterday, and it seems that you have always been interested in supernatural things?"

He glanced at the helmet on Steve's head that he had just invented.

"Of course."

His palms were sweating, and Steve kept smiling, secretly trying to use the mental power of the helmet to read David's mind.

This monster that can single-handedly take down a military base and defeat Armor Zero has come to find out what to do.

But after some effort, my forehead sweated from the exertion, and my face became constipated, and I couldn't read anything.

"Could it be that my Spirit Amplification Helmet has failed?

No way! ”

Steve glared, unable to accept that his years of research were a failure.

"Your helmet is fine, it's just too weak."

David's casual words made Steve's face darken.

(End of chapter)