46 David, did you kill someone again?

As Night fell, stars hung high in the sky, and dark clouds floated silently, quietly covering half of the visible moon.

Rickman had just returned home after taking care of the company's business all afternoon.

There was a fire lit in the fireplace, and under the light of the fire, he was sitting on the sofa chair with an uncertain expression, like a wild beast threatened after being comfortable in his territory for a long time.

Since gaining his ability in the meteorite shower more than a decade ago, Rickman's life has been going smoothly, no longer limited to being the small salesman who always drank around and was almost going to be fired, and until now he has achieved great success.

"The feeling of being threatened, the feeling of embarrassment, I haven't experienced it for a long time, The Man in Blue!"

Several small soil samples fallen from shoe soles found on the living room floor have been sent for testing, and the results will be available tomorrow.

"With me sending the soil from these farms to the Geological Survey Bureau for comparison. It's not difficult to confirm which farmer you are related to."

Rickman's eyes were stern, and he was fiddling with several sealed test tubes.

These are the soil samples that he quietly took from those farms he bought in the afternoon.

Soil testing is a very complicated thing. The organic and inorganic substances contained in the soil in different places, as well as bacteria and viruses, will present different data.

Especially the soil of the farms. Some farms raise cattle and sheep, and the manure is mixed into the soil. Some farms grow corn, some grow wheat fields, and some grow fruits and vegetables. The fertilizers and brands used are also different.

"From this point, it's not hard to find you out, Man in Blue!"

From the time the land purchase contract was signed, to the time when the man in blue suddenly appeared at home threatening him at noon, it was just a few hours, and it was another small town in the countryside.

He wouldn't believe that guy was a masked vigilante who just coincidentally heard about it and came to administer justice!

"It definitely has something to do with those farmers."

A gust of wind blew in the room, the curtains were blown, and the moonlight shone into the room like silver gauze.

On the sofa in the room, there was an extra figure at some point.

"You are careful," a deep voice said from beside him.

"Who?"

Rickman hurriedly jumped up from the table and chair near the fireplace like a frightened bird, took out a silver pistol from under the seat, and pointed at the figure on the sofa.

The Man in Blue broke into his house and threatened him. After being threatened once, he hid guns in many places in the house in the afternoon, just in case of emergency.

"Everyone who walks will leave traces."

On the sofa, the figure sitting on the sofa murmured as if he pay attention to the pistol in Rickman's hand.

"It seems that someone was happy to be one step ahead of me and forgot about the rest."

David heard that Rickman was going to send the soil to the Geological Survey for comparison, so it was not difficult to guess what happened.

A certain Kryptonian may have been a little carried away, maybe he was a little nervous about doing this kind of thing for the first time, not knowing that he has left behind a little clue.

"It's almost time to catch the little snake!"

He stood up slowly, revealing his cold and indifferent face from the shadows.

"Who are you?"

The purple skin made Rickman's eyes widen, and the gun in his hand did not bring any sense of security.

After merging the second template, the vertical lines on David's chin disappeared, but his skin still inevitably turned purple when he makes use of the powerful physique of the Eternal Race.

He just came in at a speed close to the speed of sound (T/N: to pretend), so the skin color appeared.

David moved and came to Rickman. Before Rickman could react, he was grabbed by his neck and left the area of the villa.

Rickman was out of breath, his vision was blurry, and a few seconds later, he was thrown on the cold concrete floor with a gust of wind.

A dark, deserted alley.

"Where is this?"

He stood up in a panic, vaguely making out that this seemed to be some street in the Metropolis.

"Your burial place."

"Who the hell are you?"

Rickman's heart stopped beating when he saw the figure which was exuding a terrifying aura, his body was full of goosebumps, and he was both frightened and angry at the same time.

creak!

"You don't need to know who I am."

David's eyes fired purple rays, and Rickman saw that the gun in his hand fell into the monster's hands at some point.

With a low-pitched sound, he effortlessly kneaded it into scrap iron and melted it into a ball of dazzling molten iron, which flowed down from between his fingers.

"You...you..."

Rickman, who was a little angry because of fear just now, seemed to be choked, unable to speak, and couldn't believe what he saw.

"You just need to know that you caused a couple who were living happily to be anxious and worried causing them to argue all morning. You just need to know that the house and land that you targeted shouldn't have been your target," David said with a cold voice.

David thought that this matter should not end with simply getting back the land and house, and just ending it casually and easily.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"I have a lot of money, I can give it all to you, please spare my life."

Looking at the figure who had purple light flashing in his eyes that made people tremble, Rickman's voice wavered and he was still thinking why he just used his ability to acquire the land of a few countryside farmers would cause such a big disaster.

Obviously, when he did whatever he wanted in Metropolis before, he had never encountered this situation.

First came the extremely fast man in blue, and now came a purple-skinned man who was as strong as a monster.

"Thirty million, no, eighty million...!"

Before he could finish speaking.

There was no change on David's face, and the two rays in his eyes tore through the darkness of the alley, burning the begging Rickman into a pile of ashes, which fell on the cold, damp, and dirty alley floor.

He turned and left, disappearing in place.

...

"David, you know what's going on, don't you?"

The next day, when they had just left home and were going toward the school gate.

Clark stopped David with a worried face.

"This morning, our parents and a few farmers went to the police station to report, and they found out that Rickman was missing."

"Did you kill someone again?" He didn't want to speculate on that, but not long ago, a police detective disappeared under David's hands. It's hard not to think about it.

He just wondered why David was so calm yesterday, which was completely out of his character.

In the end, thinking about this, Clark couldn't help feeling a little angry.

"Isn't it normal for some billionaire whose secret was exposed by you, to be afraid of being threatened by someone again and fled Metropolis to live in hiding?"

David spread his hands and told without any change in his voice.

"Anyway, with his ability, he can get extremely comfortable wherever he goes."

"No..."

Clark wanted to say something else.

Walking into the campus, David took out a pitted fist-sized kryptonite from his pocket, forcing him to retreat weakly.

"David, I just asked you a few words, but you actually used the meteorite to deal with me."

Under the radiation of the meteorite, Clark backed up in pain, looking at his brother in disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, you just forgot about the geography teacher Summers's homework?"

David weighed the meteorite in his hand.

"He asked us to collect all kinds of rocks according to the method he taught us to identify. What I have been asked to arrange is to collect meteorites and rose quartz."

It would be ridiculous for geography teachers elsewhere to tell students to collect meteorites for homework, but in Smallville, a town that calls itself the meteorite capital of the world, meteorites are everywhere.

Clark, who was afraid of meteorites, could only watch his brother leave and planned to ask after school in the afternoon.

After school in the afternoon, after leaving the classroom, the sky outside had gathered dark clouds and drooped, and it seemed that there would be a downpour.

Clark looked up in the sky, feeling depressed. When school was over, Chloe asked him to help her proofread and revise the school newspaper, during which David had long since disappeared.

He had missed the school bus and had to walk back home.

Most of the time, he doesn't like his abilities that are different from ordinary people. Clark plans to go home normally and take a look around, and wait until it really rains to use his ability to hurry home.

'By the way, I can think about how to ask David about that matter on the way.'

Ten minutes later, while walking onto the bridge.

Clark involuntarily lifted his head and his expression dramatically changed as he saw the sight in front of him.

"Eric, what are you doing?"

The cold wind was blowing, and a rebellious figure stood on the railing of the bridge, wearing headphones on his head, looking down at the dam under the bridge, and throwing the stones in his bag down while fidgeting.

Clark recognized his classmate, Eric Summers, the son of their geography teacher.

But Summers, the geography teacher, always told Eric not to call him dad at school, but to refer to him by teacher. This afternoon, in geography class, and in front of a class of classmates, he mercilessly reprimanded Eric who had finished only half of his homework.

"Come down, it's danger!" Clark tried yelling at him.

But Eric, with headphones on and blasting rock music in his ears, stood there with a gloomy face and a rebellious brow, not hearing it at all.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, rumbling.

Seeing the figure of Eric dangerously standing in the wind, Clark rushed forward and hugged his waist, trying to pull him off the bridge to prevent him from falling or being struck by lightning.

Wearing electronic equipment on the head, it was easy to cause lightning when standing at a high place.

Crackle!

Unexpectedly, a thunderbolt struck and hit the two of them.

The meteorite in Avery's schoolbag, which was used as his geography homework, shone brightly, and the lightning connecting the two turned green.

Zizizi!

"Ahhhhh..."

After a short reaction of being shocked by an electric shock, feeling that his whole body was stiff, Clark let out a painful cry and fell to the ground.

Eric also fell to the ground, his clothes were burnt by lightning and some sparks of fire remained.

"Are you all right, Eric?"

There was only a slight numbness in his body, and Clark felt that his body was fine.

He just wanted to help Eric who fell on his back to see if he was not injured.

Unexpectedly, the sparks on the clothes of Avery, who was dizzy, burned him.

"Ah!"

Without any expectation of getting hurt, Clark screamed in pain, retracted his hand like an electric shock, and stared at his painful and blistered hand with wide eyes in astonishment.

"It's just a little spark, why am I hurt?"

Looking up again, Avery saw sparks of fire burning on his chest, and he felt that he was fine as if he had just woken up with a sleepy head.

"Clark?"