As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Chapter 30 A Game of Hide and Seek

"Let's play a game instead."

Eric moved back slightly, hiding his face in the darkness again.

"A game of hide and seek to see who of us finds each other first."

Eric's deliberately disguised hoarse voice sounded uncomfortable, combined with his eerie orange eyes that were hidden in the dark, making the noble men and women of the Owl Council shudder.

As if he was an owl, and the other party was a falcon who was hiding in the dark to hunt owls.

"No one dares to whisper our name, and no one dares to despise us!"

The black-robed speaker's voice was full of suppressed anger, "You will pay for this! A price that cannot be repaid even with blood, God Punisher!"

"I'll wait and see!"

There was no emotion in Eric's voice, "But before that, you must hide in the low-walled attic, or once I find you, your ambitions and desires will be destroyed by me, and your wealth and fame will be destroyed by me. Take it, and the so-called 'Owl Council' will vanish."

"You mice have overlooked a very important thing, that you are just dust and shadows, and have never taken control of this city."

pat!

As soon as Eric's voice fell, the remote connection was interrupted before everyone in the Owl Council could react.

The noble men and women in the parliament hall looked at each other with different expressions.

Even though he was so threatened and insulted by Eric, the emotions that grew in his heart were more doubts than anger.

The other party can easily kill Chris and make his side unresponsive, but it is conceivable that he will never be an ordinary person.

"I think......"

After being silent for a moment, the Speaker looked up at the people with different expressions.

"It's time to start our plan. The existence of the parliament has been provoked by the enemy, the city has developed lesions, and the easy way to deal with the lesions is to excise the diseased part of it. Although the identity of this countryman is unknown, in any case Guess it must be one of our enemies."

He raised the owl feather in his hand and said to the crowd: "I propose to start a removal plan to clear those existences that have been listed as 'enemies' by the parliament."

Knowing the Owl Council and being hostile to it, who else is there besides those enemies who go against the Council's will, those wealthy families and stubborn officials?

Therefore, the Speaker took this opportunity to propose a "clearance plan" that had already been drawn up.

In response to the Speaker's proposal, although everyone hesitated, they finally raised their feathers and agreed.

At this end of the remote video call, Eric had no idea about the plan of the Owl Council.

But even if you know, you will only say "expected".

The reason for angering the other party with wanton and arrogant words is to let the other party take the initiative to attack and get out of the way.

His super vision isn't fully unlocked, so it's fine to cover the whole of Smallville, but it's not enough to cover the whole of Metropolis.

Standing up, after Eric cleaned up all traces, he used his super vision to observe the apartment, and took out all suspicious things such as notebooks and documents and took them away.

......

"You look a little distracted."

Smallville Town, Luther Manor.

Lex dialed the number marked "Reporter K" on his cell phone.

The female friend sitting next to him saw his expression was different and asked, "Are you okay? Lex."

"I'm fine, it's just that some things are beyond expectations."

Lex put down the phone and shrugged.

"I thought you were always winning."

"No one wins all the time, Victoria."

Lex sat down on the sofa and held up a glass of Paloma. "Even Emperor Napoleon."

"I didn't expect you to be interested in history."

Victoria, who has an enchanting figure and exudes a lazy air, said with a smile.

"Actually, I'm not interested in history, but in the men who conquered the world before the age of thirty."

"Oh, then you don't have to worry, because you still have a few years left."

Victoria teased.

Lex took a light sip of Paloma and put the glass on the table, "Victoria, did you know that the Luther family is of Dutch blood?"

"Oh?"

Victoria asked in surprise, "I thought you were native Americans."

"The Luther family was an early European immigrant to the Americas, and the family was of Dutch descent. It was a family of talented people, scholars, doctors, scientists, educators, writers, missionaries. When a family was big enough, it You will face all kinds of problems, just like a business. Bloated, inefficient, kidnapped by family..."

"That's why you want to use my father to put pressure on Luther Enterprises and help you grab the right to speak?"

Victoria asked him with a smile on her lips.

"Do not."

Lex shook his head, "The above topic about the family is just a temporary emotion, what I really want to say is: when a family is long enough, there will be all kinds of legends, long-standing urban legends with absurd flavors. Such as - The collective organization that controls the lifeline of the city in the dark. In the metropolis, there is a group of dominators lurking in the dark, sleepless like owls, monitoring your every move in the dark night."

"Hmm, interesting."

Victoria nodded. "I've never heard my father talk about this urban legend."

"It's understandable, after all Sir Harry's main job is international trade, and he doesn't focus on the metropolis. Like the daughter of a multinational industrial tycoon, she never rekindles old love while flying around the world. , even though she's an executive vice president."

"I understand......"

Victoria made a sudden realization, "You talk so much, just wondering why I would rekindle my old love?"

"No, of course not, Victoria, you're always good at making random associations."

Lex changed his sitting position, "I always thought it was an urban legend, until I met a reporter, let's call him Reporter K. After getting along and investigating, I began to doubt whether there is such an organization."

"Reporter K, why not call him by his first name?" Victoria asked.

"Generally, when I address a person by a code name, I have basically zero trust in him."

"what about me?"

Victoria smiled and approached him, "Can I know which letter of my name is in your phone book?"

"Sorry, keep it secret."

Lex smiled and put the phone back in his pocket.

At the other end of the town, Eric, who had just returned home, encountered some small troubles.

"Eric."

As soon as he entered his room, there was a knock on the door.

Eric frowned.

I don't know why Clark is looking for him at this time.

Did you see yourself going out just now?

Chapter 31 My Son is a Writer

"Clark, I thought you'd been hanging out at the rugby club lately and didn't have much time for extra networking."

Eric said to Clark who came in.

"Sorry, I've been training lately, and Coach Watt said he's getting ready for next Monday's game, so..."

Clark was a little embarrassed to explain to Eric.

"I understand that sometimes you have to make trade-offs."

Eric responded and looked at the paper Clark was holding, "Aren't you here to persuade me to join the football team?"

"Not really."

Clark sat down and handed the paper to Eric.

"This is the form for the school blood donation drive."

"Blood donation campaign?"

Eric frowned, "You know, the two of us are different from others."

"I know."

There was a helpless expression on Clark's face, "The blood donation event is hosted by Lana, she wants to give this form to you, but I can't find you after school, so let me help transfer it, although I explain to her that you are not suitable for donation.. …”

"Oh."

Eric took the form and nodded, "Lana? Don't I remember she fainted? The first time she drew blood in the seventh grade, she fainted because her legs were weak. Now she is still hosting blood donation activities? "

Looking at Clark's surprised expression, Eric explained to him with the corners of his mouth raised: "Don't be nervous, I'm not interested in Lana's private life. You told me this at the time, wasn't it?"

Before Clark could speak, Eric continued: "Let me guess how you turned down Lana. 'It's not very convenient, but it can be helpful, such as finding other people to participate in or handing out biscuits and other activities.' "

"You seem to know everything, Eric."

Clark shrugged and took the "Blood Donation Form" from Eric, "and it always hits me just right."

"No, it's not about you, but about 'you who are involved with Lana'. After all, everyone will see your ulterior motives for Lana."

Facing Eric's teasing, Clark's expression was a little unnatural, "I just want to help her as a good friend."

"Then you have to be careful, or once you cross the line, you can't use friendship as a guise."

Although he has never been in a relationship, Eric still said to "cheap brother" in the tone of "come here".

After listening to Eric's words, whether it was teasing or encouraging, Clark nodded thoughtfully, stood up and prepared to leave.

But after hesitating for a moment, he stopped, with a struggling look on his face.

"You look weird today, Clark."

"No, just..."

Clark sat down again and said to Eric, "I just saw you brought something with you when you came in from outside."

"so what?"

Eric's expression didn't change.

"And I smell a faint smell of blood from you."

Clark became slightly hesitant and uneasy, "I don't know if you did those bad things, but Eric, you can't keep doing this. I can't keep helping you hide it all the time. If your parents find out, I don't know what to expect, I don't want to lie..."

"No one can tell the truth all the time, Clark, just like you can't tell Lana the truth about why you can't donate blood."

Eric's expression is unwavering, "This is the price we pay for our ability."

"I know I can't always convince you."

Clark stood up slightly disappointed, "It's getting late, I think I have to go back first."

"Clark!"

Eric stopped the elder brother who was about to leave, "Sometimes, you can't trust your eyes, because eyes can deceive people, pay attention to the people around you!"

"..."

Clark was stunned, not knowing what Eric meant.

Do the eyes deceive themselves? People around you?

What's the meaning?

This sentence has been circling in his mind, so that he has always been a good sleeper to sleep very late.

......

The next day, afternoon.

Kent Farm.

"I said... Jonathan, don't use the toilet upstairs, the toilet is clogged and I have to work hard to clear it."

Martha shouted to her husband as she sat at the dinner table calculating her income and expenses.

"Sorry, I didn't notice."