Chapter 430

If we say that the main cosmic time and space is that all undercurrents are hidden on the calm surface, gradually showing a crisis omen of wind and rain.

Then Luke's world is like the retirement life of retired workers, with a slow and monotonous pace.

"Try harder. Didn't you eat?"

"Imagine me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend. Yes, that's it. Beat me hard!"

"Too weak, too weak... Kakarot! Now you are not even qualified to be my opponent!"

“……”

In the past, facing such a boring world.

Luke may choose to pass the time by collecting stamps and repairing cars.

But now he has found more interesting entertainment.

That's to teach krypton's little cousin!

Under the private residence, there is a wide training ground.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

The sound of thunder was like the sound of firecrackers.

The fist, like a fast and rhythmic drum, kept falling on Clark.

He is like a human sandbag. He can only hold his head with both hands and passively bear the violent attack of his big cousin. He even has no room for counterattack.

That's the training process these days.

He was beaten repeatedly until he couldn't stand up.

"I, I admit defeat, big cousin!"

Clark, who felt exhausted, gasped violently and even spoke intermittently.

"Clark, your will is not strong enough. You should say, 'I can fight you all day'!"

Luke withdrew his fist and said slightly disgusted, "it's too manly to admit defeat so soon!"

Clark took off his worn-out boxer and his body seemed to be hollowed out.

The whole person sat on the hard ground with potholes, and his chest fluctuated like a pulled bellows.

He looked up, his big cousin's heavy fists enough to hammer himself to death, and then felt the sore muscles.

If you play with your big cousin all day, I'm afraid you'll die on the spot.

"I still can't learn to fight..."

Clark shook his head, a little depressed.

He looked awkwardly clumsy in front of Luke.

The speed of punching is not fast enough and the reaction is very slow. You can only be beaten every time.

The only difference is the length of time.

"It takes a long time to fight, Clark."

Luke waved his hand. This amount of exercise was a warm-up at best, not to mention breathing. He didn't even sweat.

"I just want you to learn how to control power first."

At the beginning, every time Clark punched, he did his best to blow the air.

Each step can make cracks and holes in the solid ground.

Without Luke's biological force field around, I'm afraid the house will be torn down.

"At least you have learned how to control the strength of your fist, and there will be no more out of control."

Luke smiled and threw a hot towel to his little cousin.

Krypton's constitution is strong, even if he beat it as a sandbag for two hours.

Clark is still alive, just a little muscle ache.

After a few minutes in the sun, it's probably all right.

That's why Luke is so enthusiastic about teaching his little cousin.

Since he became stronger and stronger, he couldn't find a suitable sandbag.

Now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.

Who is more resistant to beating than kryptonians?

"When can I learn to fly?"

Clark always remembered the beautiful feeling of overlooking the planet from above.

"When you can resist the gravity of the earth, you can fly."

Flying is not an ability for real kryptonians.

They can completely get rid of gravity with strong bodies and biological force fields.

Zod, for example, was born with the genetic template of the krypton general.

The talent of fighting and the ability of team leader are directly filled.

So when he came to the earth, he quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.

Like flying, hot line of sight, you can master it soon.

"Cousin, I have something else to do."

Clark rested for a while, dried his sweat, then got up and said.

He recently joined the school football team and can get close to his crush Lana every day.

In addition to the daily special training of my eldest cousin, although I have low back pain, I can really control my body better than before and no longer worry about hurting others.

In a word, life is like entering the fast lane.

Everything is so satisfactory.

"Many strange things may happen in the town recently. If there is danger, remember to shout for help."

Luke smiled meaningfully. He understood the threat of krypton to Superman, but he didn't say it directly.

Because telling Clark doesn't make any sense, it will only lead to more problems.

This town is Superman's novice village.

He needs to constantly complete his tasks and accumulate experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the metropolis in the future.

……

……

As time passed silently and hovered between the school and his cousin's daily special training, Clark felt full of life.

The first task he has to face will happen in a week.

That day, he accompanied his mother to the town bank to withdraw money.

Thanks to the secret help of my big cousin, the scale of Kent farm has doubled.

Adoptive father Jonathan began to get busy, took out his savings and prepared to buy a batch of brand-new farm tools and machines.

"Seventeen years ago, the meteorite rain hit the town, causing great casualties."

Mrs. Kent smiled and talked about the past. It was when she and her husband were driving home that they found Clark falling from the sky.

Also because of that disaster, many families were broken and innocent people were killed. Later, the registration of identity became much simpler.

Jonathan made great efforts to successfully file with the population department and the Social Security Bureau.

As a result, Clark Kent became an American citizen from an alien.

"Mom, thank you for adopting me."

Clark often wondered what would happen if he didn't fall to a farm in Kansas, but somewhere else?

"You gave us hope, Clark."

Mrs. Kent took her son's arm and walked into the bank together.

But before long, two bandits wearing presidential masks broke in.

"President Kennedy" with a double barreled shotgun took the lead.

They seemed to be well prepared and sent a man in first.

After observing for a moment, the bandits wearing the mask of "President Roosevelt" quickly put down the security guards inside.

Then standing at the door, the two security guards attracted attention let the remaining accomplices fall to the ground.

"Don't move! Get down!"

"President Kennedy" shot into the air and didn't worry about attracting the police.

Small towns are no better than big cities, with strict security measures.

Even if the police station comes immediately after receiving the alarm bell from the bank, it will take seven or eight minutes.

During this time, it was enough for them to fill two travel bags with money.

In fact, robbery is an illegal job that attaches great importance to efficiency.

The goal is to get the most harvest in the shortest time.

Those who broke into the bank, then caused an accident and were quickly blocked by the police.

To some extent, they are not professional enough.

"Open the vault and put the money in! Hurry up. If anyone delays, I'll shoot him in the head."

The three bandits soon controlled the scene. Facing a double barrel shotgun, the bank staff and the town residents all crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands.

It's like a road robbery. Just hand over your wallet honestly. Don't try to resist, otherwise you may eat a bullet.

With a Colt Pistol, President Jefferson escorted the bank manager and an employee to open the vault and load the money.

The other guard was at the door. Did he go out to scan the situation.

They have a clear division of labor without the slightest panic. I don't think they are novices.

"It's okay, mom. It'll be there soon."

Clark stared at the gunmen. Out of his inner sense of justice, he wanted to jump out immediately and stop these bad guys from committing crimes.

But considering his mother's safety and the need to hide his identity, Clark can only temporarily restrain his eager complex mood.

When life is under the control of others, every second is so painful.

The "President Kennedy" with a Double Barrel Shotgun seemed to enjoy the feeling of holding the power of life and death.

The muzzle of the gun kept sweeping, and each movement would cause a sob with fear.

"Boss, all right."

After a long few minutes, President Roosevelt threw two stuffed bags on the ground.

Led by "President Kennedy", he kicked the bag in front of his partner at the door and asked him to throw it into the trunk of the car.

He was not sure whether the police in the town were still on their way, so he raised his hand and looked at the time.

It's only been eight minutes.

"Choose a hostage and get in the car."

The "President Kennedy", who headed the group, was carrying a bag of money and said to other associates.

"President Roosevelt" with a Colt Pistol glanced at her quickly and chose Mrs. Kent, who was trembling and looked scared.

Women, middle-aged, may be housewives

Such a label will make those policemen feel afraid and dare not do it directly.

The bandits seized Mrs. Kent rudely and tried to take her away.

The brother didn't know that his road was narrow.

Even general Zod was rubbed on the ground for trying to hurt Superman's mother.

The end for others to do so can be imagined.

"Clark!"

Just when Mrs. Kent screamed, Superman, who could no longer endure, rushed up like an angry bull with red eyes.

Boom!

Thanks to his cousin's daily special training recently, Clark didn't bump the gangster into a pool of ketchup.

Caught off guard, he turned his head over the other side, and the Colt Pistol that might cause a "threat" slipped out.

"Fark! You little boy!"

The bandits did not expect that they would capsize in the gutter and let a high school student fall to the ground.

However, before he could do anything, a powerful fist smashed the bridge of the nose.

His cheeks seemed to be scraped by a steel knife, grinding off large pieces of skin.

This is the consequence of Clark's efforts.

Otherwise, the other party's head may explode like a watermelon.

Warm blood splashed on his face.

The first time he fought with someone, and Clark was at a loss when he saw the blood.

He got up in a panic and saw two bandits coming outside the door.

The Double Barrel Shotgun pointed at Clark's chest, and the bandit leader wearing the "President Kennedy" mask gave a cruel laugh.

Boom!

A cloud of gunpowder dispersed.

Powerful kinetic energy and shrapnel hit Superman.

The people in the bank covered their mouths one after another, as if they couldn't bear to see it again.

Such a young life is about to die under the bandit's gun... What a tragedy.

Mrs. Kent, in particular, was so excited that she almost fainted.

But a few seconds later, there was no bloody scene they expected.

Clark subconsciously looked at the shot chest, only felt a slight tingling, and couldn't help but step back.

There was no other reaction.

"What the fuck are you?"

Now it was the bandit leader's turn to be shocked.

In front of this young and astringent high school student, is it okay to get a shotgun?

He didn't believe in evil. He pulled the bolt of the gun and was ready to do it again.

But Clark didn't give "President Kennedy" this opportunity. He learned a truth from his big cousin. Don't let the enemy have any room to fight back.

In a few steps, he crossed the distance between the two.

Hold the Double Barrel Shotgun and pinch it!

Creak!

Make a sour metal deformation sound.

The barrel was twisted into a twist in an instant.

Boom!

Clark easily grabbed the scrapped gun from the gang leader and threw it on his opponent's head as a baseball bat.

This time, he had perfect control.

The most severe concussion, but there will never be any life-threatening.

The only bandit left, President Jefferson, saw this scene and did not look back. He hurriedly climbed into the car, started the engine and disappeared all the way.

Clark wanted to catch up and then stopped abruptly.

He can't leave his mother alone in the bank. It may be dangerous.

More than ten seconds later, the bank clerk confirmed that the bandit had left, gathered around Clark and looked at him with surprised eyes.

At this time, super talents realize one thing.

I'm a Saiyan secret. It seems to have been exposed?

In a hurry, Clark, who was angry, had long forgotten the reminder of his adoptive father Jonathan.

After solving the robbers who robbed the bank, he remembered that he shouldn't have done so.

"You saved us!"

"The child is a hero!"

"He wasn't hurt..."

“……”

All kinds of voices crowded into Clark's ears. He became a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

Life became the focus for the first time, also known as "hero".

Clark was not used to it. He carefully pushed away the people around him.

Pick up the frightened mother and prepare to leave.

At this time, the harsh siren sounded.

The police finally arrived.

But they only saw two fainting bandits and cheerful bank staff.

How did this happen?

The policeman's face was full of question marks.

The scene didn't look like a bank robbery, but rather like a Carnival Party with some theme.

"Officer, it's the child in school uniform."

Someone pointed at Clark.

"Everyone said that you knocked down the two armed bandits?"

The fat police officer with a beer belly came to ask. He observed the scene intentionally or unintentionally for a while and found the Double Barrel Shotgun pinched into a twist.

"You did it, too?"

Clark was a little stiff. He scratched his head and didn't know how to explain.

"Take it easy, boy. I'm just taking a statement. You stopped a bank robbery and saved everyone present. They all appreciate you and the police will reward you."

The fat officer was experienced, slowed down his tone, wanted to eliminate Clark's vigilance, and then began to talk.

"Come on, how did you knock them down?"

It sounds like a fantasy that a high school student put down two armed bandits.

Clark's throat rolled twice. Remembering what his big cousin taught him, he replied, "officer, I, I was born with divine power. I just shook my fist and knocked them over."

The fat officer's round face suddenly became serious.

"Is that your natural power?"

He pointed to Clark's chest, revealing a hole in his ragged clothes.

It's a shotgun mark.