What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 92 Lex's Ambition, Batman's Gear

Smallville, a small town.

dusk.

The Talon Cafe, which was originally a movie theater, slowly lit up with warm yellow neon lights.

In the store.

Wearing a red short-sleeved shirt and a navy blue canvas work apron, Lana pulled her long hair back and kept moving between the booths, cleaning the floor, while also chatting with Helen, who had recently come to the town.

The woman had long, dark brown hair, long legs, delicate skin, and a refined face. She exuded a faint minty scent.

Her original name was Helen Bryce.

She was an intern at Metropolitan General Hospital and was recently assigned to work at the town’s medical center.

Lana met the other person by chance because she had sprained her ankle a while ago.

"So, are you satisfied with this place?"

After wiping the last table clean, Lana asked with a smile.

"I have to say, I'm very satisfied."

Helen, sitting by the window, nodded: "Although the metropolis is prosperous, it is full of madmen who are devoured by wealth and absurdities of extravagance and debauchery."

The hospital was filled with all sorts of comparisons of fame and fortune; doctors there weren't focused on saving lives, which completely contradicted my original intention of studying medicine. Staying there felt like an eternity!

"Here, not only is the scenery beautiful, but most importantly, I can fully participate in emergency care, routine medical treatment, and primary care. This has allowed me to rediscover my original intention of studying medicine to save lives."

Lana opened her mouth, about to speak, when the coffee shop door was suddenly pushed open.

Clark, dressed in a red work jacket and a plain blue short-sleeved T-shirt, strode in.

"He looks like he just finished doing farm work."

Lana said with a smile.

Clark scratched his head and smiled shyly, "Yes, I was busy in the cornfield all afternoon and was passing by when I wanted to have a latte you made."

Lana's lips curled into a slight smile: "It's free for you, no need to pay. Consider it a thank you for helping me move the warehouse furniture last time."

Clark naturally didn't refuse and immediately found a seat near Lana.

During this time, his relationship with Lana progressed rapidly.

Although there's still a thin veil separating them, they seem to have tacitly acknowledged a closeness that goes beyond that of ordinary friends.

"Oh, Lana, is this handsome guy your boyfriend?"

Helen smiled at the tall and imposing Clark, then winked at Lana.

She keenly sensed the subtle, ambiguous tension between the two and wanted to tease them.

Upon hearing this...

Clark and Lana blushed instantly.

Lana quickly explained, "We're just classmates."

Although he had already mentally accepted Clark's position.

But Clark's ambiguous answers and actions each time made her feel extremely distressed and depressed.

This is also why the two of them haven't confessed their feelings yet.

"If you don't want it, I can offer myself. Handsome."

Helen's eyes sparkled, and she deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

In fact, if it weren't for Lucas's stunning appearance, Clark would have attracted a lot of attention from the opposite sex at school.

Even though his usual behavior is just as slacker as Pete's.

But his perfect genes not only gave him unimaginable abilities, but also gave him a face and physique far surpassing those of male models.

If he weren't so timid and hesitant in his daily life, he would probably have a lot of girls pursuing him.

"Hello, Helen Bryce, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Clark Kent".

Clark, somewhat awkwardly, gave the woman's outstretched hand a tentative squeeze.

Lana came to his rescue.

Just as they were talking, Lex hurriedly walked in from outside.

Upon seeing Clark, he immediately sat down next to him.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Clark asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, just some personal matters."

Lex shook his head and drank the chilled water Lana handed him in one gulp.

"How's business lately?"

Lex looked at Lana and asked with a smile.

"It's alright. Do you need me to get you the account books?" Lana nodded.

"No need. You know me. The reason I invested here is because of our friendship; as for profits, that's not what I value."

"Thank you," Lana said with a smile.

"Where's your older brother?" Lex turned to look at Clark again.

"I don't know what he's been doing lately, he's been very busy, I hardly ever see him."

Clark thought for a moment and then told the truth.

"Lucas never tells you that?"

Lex continued to ask.

To be honest, his interest in Lucas was no less than his interest in Clark, and perhaps even greater.

Whether it was the demeanor Lucas displayed that only a person in a position of power would exhibit, or the inside information about the Luther Group that the other party initially revealed to him.

All of this aroused his great curiosity.

They wanted to find out what the other person was hiding.

He loathed everything he couldn't understand or control!

But Lex had to admit that compared to the easily embarrassed Clark, Lucas was a hunter with hidden claws, whose cunning and scheming were far more profound than anyone he had ever met.

A layer of mist shrouded the other party.

Even if he tried every possible method, he could not glimpse even a fraction of the truth within.

Furthermore, the other party made him feel very dangerous.

Even his intuition told him that the danger might be greater than he imagined.

Therefore, Lex only dared to try to glean information from Clark's fragmented words.

"You know, I've never been able to get involved in Lucas's affairs."

Clark shrugged.

Although he was also very curious about what his older brother was busy with all day.

But his elder brother's authority made him obediently suppress his curiosity.

Lex remained composed and elegant, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table: "Clark, to be honest, as brothers, you shouldn't be so distant sometimes. Perhaps you could try to get to know each other better."

"Actually, I never thought that Lucas and I would be strangers."

That's just how it appears to outsiders. We have a very good relationship.

But as I said, everyone has secrets, some big, some small.

Regardless of the secret, respecting the other person's choices and boundaries is the bottom line in any relationship, rather than trying to expose them.

Clark's tone became slightly serious.

His brother had told him to be wary of Lex before, but he hadn't really taken it seriously.

Because Lex gave me a very good impression. Despite being from a top family in the metropolis, he was approachable, kind, and always willing to help his friends.

Furthermore, after the fertilizer plant incident, it's easy to see that the other party is kind-hearted.

But at this moment, he keenly realized that Lex was being overly insistent on interrupting his older brother.

If the other person is a woman, he wouldn't say anything.

After all, he knew very well his older brother's charm.

Lex is clearly not a woman, and the other person's sexual orientation is normal.

This clearly suggests that the motives were impure.

Even though he considered Lex a very good friend.

But when it comes to my own brother, no one else can come.

"You're right, but an equal, honest, and inseparable brotherhood should not have any secrets."

After all, concealment itself represents distrust and denial!

Lex spoke without any expression.

"I hope it's like that between us."

Clark opened his mouth: "Of course."

"OK."

Lex sensed an undisguised unease in Clark's expression.

Clearly, the other party is not very good at hiding their true thoughts.

It was even more obvious that the other party was hiding something from him.

Perhaps it's just as he guessed.

Just then, a moment later, the phone on Lex's waist suddenly rang.

"I'm sorry, something came up."

Lex glanced at it, then waved his hand and hurriedly got up to leave.

Lex paused briefly as he approached Helen.

For some reason, I felt that this woman was somewhat familiar.

But I didn't think much of it.

There are more important things to do right now.

"Clark, have you two been having some kind of fight lately?"

Lana frowned.

"I have absolutely no recollection of it." Clark tried hard to remember, then shook his head.

In a private sports car.

Lex closed the car window and answered the call from an unknown number.

The receiver seemed to be filled with the sound of heavy sand and dust, and a distinct rustling sound could be heard.

"Mr. Lex, I am the captain of the archaeological team."

Lex said expressionlessly, "Get to the point."

"That's right, following the location on the parchment you provided, we've dug up the base of the Thoth statue, and there really is a piece embedded underneath:"

:

Crystals!

Upon hearing this news, Lex's breathing became rapid.

"Immediately seal off the entire excavation area. No one is allowed to touch that crystal without my permission. Listen carefully, 'anyone,' including you."

"Don't worry, sir, we always have professional ethics. It's just that someone from the local cultural relics bureau has already noticed the commotion and will probably be here soon."

"Use all your connections and funds to hold the site at all costs. I immediately arranged for a private jet to fly to Cairo."

"Beep beep beep————"

A busy signal came through, and the call ended.

Lex silently glanced at the Taron Cafe not far away.

Then, he drove the car at top speed toward the private airport.

Some time ago, relying on the archaeological resources treasured by the Luther Group, he discovered a clue in some ancient Egyptian books and murals.

Inside the statue of Tut in the desert, there is a strange crystal that does not belong to Earth.

The appearance of that crystal also brought a meteorite shower to the area.

Lex never believed in coincidences.

His intuition told him so.

That crystal is very likely related to the meteor shower that caused him to lose all his hair in Smallville.

And behind this.

It might involve some extraterrestrial civilization.

Wayne Tower.

The architecture is heavily influenced by Gothic style.

Established in 1888.

It was once the tallest building in Gotham City.

The top-floor office is currently enclosed by a glass curtain wall.

Bruce, who had been missing for a long time, knocked on the office door and went in accompanied by Alfred.

Everyone looked stunned.

William Earl, who was presiding over the meeting, glanced around and said, "Bruce? You're still alive? Everyone thought you were dead."

Bruce waved his hand, saying confidently and casually, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Not only am I not dead, I'm alive and well."

"So you've come here intending to interfere with the group's IPO and seize control of the company?"

"Mr. William, have you forgotten? You promised me in front of my face that you would only be managing the company temporarily, and that you would hand over management control to me once I came of age."

William Earl's face was grim, and he remained silent.

That's exactly what he thought at the time.

But now, he covets the power that status brings and the benefits that power brings.

"Bruce, you disregarded the advice of our entire board of directors and forcibly transferred 20% of your shares to others. From that day on, you were no longer the company's sole largest shareholder. I have consolidated the shares of the other shareholders, and they are no less than yours."

William Earl threatened.

"Alright." Bruce nodded noncommittally. "I didn't come back to fight for power. I just want to find a job at the company and familiarize myself with the business my father left behind. That's all."

Upon hearing that it wasn't a challenge to seize his power, William Earl naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Which department do you want? Board of Directors, Finance Department, any senior position is fine with me. Even though you are no longer the sole largest shareholder, the blood of the company's founding family still flows in your veins."

"I want to go to the Department of Applied Sciences."

Earl, upon hearing this, couldn't help but show a mocking expression: "That place is a dead end; nobody on the board wants to deal with that mess. Are you sure you want to go there?"

"I'm very sure."

Earl immediately went along with it: "Okay, I'll have someone take you to Lucius Fox. You stay there and don't interfere with the listing project. We'll leave each other alone."

"Of course," Bruce laughed.

Wayne Group, Applied Science Division.

The underground storage room located in Wayne Building.

It occupies a vast area and was once the most glorious department of the Wayne Group.

But after Thomas Wayne was killed, William Earl simply kicked the place out.

Furthermore, the company cut off all its charitable activities and went on to ramp up heavy weapons manufacturing, profiting from arms orders.

Above us were dense fluorescent tubes emitting a cold light.

On the tiled floor.

A large number of pieces of equipment were covered with dust cloths, and Fox was leading Bruce around the rows of shelves.

"Earle sent you here to me, which is like throwing you into a corner where nobody cares. Back when your father was in power, I was still on the board," Fox said with dissatisfaction.

Bruce was somewhat surprised: "You know my father?"

Fox nodded.

As they were talking, Bruce's attention was drawn to a piece of equipment on the shelf.

He silently walked up to them and stared intently at them.

Fox introduced, "This is a Kevlar multi-functional combat harness, a pneumatic magnetic grappling hook gun, and a single-wire cable with a load capacity of 350 pounds."

"And this one?"

"The multi-layered composite Kevlar pasta, with its own fireproof and heat-insulating layer, was originally intended for frontline troops, but because it was too expensive, the military went back on its word and refused to accept it all, so it can only be stored here."

Bruce then looked at the folded, thin fabric beside him: "What is this fabric?"

"Memory fiber fabric is soft and thin when not in use, but it can harden and take shape when exposed to electricity, and can be unfolded to function as a glider."

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As he spoke, he gave a special demonstration.

Bruce paused for a moment.

This item perfectly matched the effect he wanted.

At this time.

Fox walked toward a vehicle deep inside the warehouse, covered by a huge dust sheet.

He ripped the fabric open.

"This is the most valuable item in the entire warehouse."

A jump vehicle, originally designed as a battlefield bridging vehicle, can achieve aerial leaps even without ramps.

In addition, the entire vehicle body is made of carbon fiber and aerospace-grade steel tubing, plus puncture-resistant rubber and multiple layers of Kevlar composite steel plates, making it resistant to all light weapons.

This one car alone is worth tens of millions of dollars.

Bruce's eyes flickered. He took a deep breath, strode forward, and stroked the light yellow car body. After a long pause, he turned back and said, "Do you have any other colors? Like black, for example. I mean, this color is a bit too flashy and doesn't stand up to dirt."

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