"Actually, I contacted some old friends, some old friends from the Houston Museum of Natural Science. They provided me with ground-penetrating radar, which works quite well and will be used in future Mars exploration."
"Mars exploration?"
Eric shook his head, hoping they wouldn't encounter any Martian Manhunter.
"Separate a portion of this meteorite and give it to me. Also,"
Eric pondered for a moment, then said to Hamilton, "I heard that the Luther Family and Lex previously organized many expedition teams in Egypt, attempting to excavate something. You can also pay attention to the situation there. If you need funds or manpower, you can ask me."
After giving instructions to Hamilton, Eric prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he glanced at the black kryptonite in the glass display case, his eyes gleaming brightly.
Metropolis, Pier 2 Storage Warehouse.
A burly man in a black suit was on the phone with someone.
"Yes, the transaction location is still here, near Pier 2. Of course, you can deliver the goods however you like. No problem, I'd be happy to."
After hanging up, a sneer appeared at the corner of the suit man's mouth.
He turned around and found that the person he had been talking to was already standing in front of him.
Bart, dressed in casual clothes and carrying a backpack, looked at the burly man in the suit.
"Although our last transaction wasn't very pleasant, people always grow by gradually adapting, don't they?"
Bart smiled at the man in the suit.
Last time, he had stolen a batch of jewelry and arranged to trade it here.
Unexpectedly, the gangsters in front of him were not satisfied with the quality of the goods and wanted to acquire them at an extremely low price.
The result was that he used his super speed to play tricks on them.
The gang members waiting around immediately surrounded him when they saw the main person arrive.
"Then let's see if you've become more mature."
The somewhat corpulent boss in the suit looked at Bart, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"This time, the goods will definitely satisfy you."
Bart walked to the table and poured the contents of his backpack out.
Luxury items such as famous paintings, jewelry, and watches.
He had stolen these from Luther Manor.
While idly wandering through the town, he accidentally discovered that the Luther Family had another manor here.
Adhering to his motto of "only stealing from the rich," he couldn't resist exploring Luther Manor, and these items ended up in his backpack afterward.
"Hmm, it looks like a very valuable painting, plus these pieces of jewelry and watches. Ten thousand dollars is definitely no problem."
The gang leader picked up the painting and briefly looked it over. "But there are some issues I need to make clear to you beforehand."
"Wait, ten thousand dollars? These are all top-quality goods. If sold at market price, they would be worth over a million."
Bart said, somewhat displeased.
"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. Your items are very risky. No one but us would take the risk of accepting these things from you. Listen, kid, I know where you got these things."
The man in the suit said, pulling ten thousand dollars from his pocket, "This is all of it. You should be grateful to us."
"Or,"
Bart said in an unfriendly tone, "I can take all of these back!"
"Kid, are you threatening me?"
"I'm just stating a fact."
Bang!
As soon as Bart finished speaking, he was hit on the head and immediately fell to the ground, seeing stars.
The gang member behind him who had struck Bart with a pistol butt looked at Bart, who was lying on the ground groaning and clutching his head, and put away his pistol.
"Did you think I'd be as unprepared as last time?"
The man in the suit shook his head dismissively. "Break his legs. If he gets up, he'll definitely be the most troublesome bastard."
Hearing the boss's order, his subordinate pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Bart's struggling legs on the ground.
"Don't blame me, you brought this all on yourself, you brat."
The man in the suit saw Bart struggling to get up and said, "Let's see if your speed is faster than a bullet! Shoot!"
As soon as the burly man in the suit finished speaking, he saw a stranger standing in front of him.
"?"
Before he could react, the subordinate's gun was in the other person's hand.
It was Eric who had arrived in the nick of time.
Using his super speed, he snatched the pistol from the other person's hand and aimed it at the boss in the suit.
The two underlings standing next to him were just about to move against Eric when they were instantly sent flying.
The closest guy to him had just raised his hand when he immediately felt a pain in his chest. He was hit directly in the chest and slammed into the warehouse wall.
Bang!
With his chest caved in, his back hit the wall, and his spine and neck were instantly broken.
After being struck by a sharp pain, his consciousness immediately plunged into darkness.
The other guy was about to move his feet when his heart was immediately pierced by a Heat Vision beam. He fell to the ground with a "thud," and blood immediately spurted out.
"You!"
Before the man in the suit could speak, Eric grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the sky.
Boom!
Accompanied by the man's scream, a hole was smashed through the warehouse roof.
With a "crash," all the broken building materials fell from the ceiling.
After instantly dealing with all the gang members, Eric turned around and looked coldly at Bart, who was lying on the ground.
"I told you,"
Shaking his head, Eric's eyes showed a cold expression, "If you continue your thieving profession, someone will break your legs."
At this moment, Bart, recovering from the shock of Eric instantly dispatching several gang members, swallowed hard.
"Sorry, I... I just wanted to get some money quickly to pay you back."
At this time, he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy who had never seen such a bloody scene, which made him feel both grateful and a little fearful towards Eric.
"You said you would only steal and not harm anyone."
Eric looked at the man in the suit who had crashed onto a car from the sky and was completely dead not far away, and said, "As long as you don't give up your talent, you will keep hurting people, whether it's yourself or others."
"Go back to where you came from. The complex world won't tolerate an idiot like you."
Shaking his head, Eric turned and left.
Leaving Bart sitting on the ground, a little blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, looking lost.
That night.
Kent Farm.
Bart hadn't left and remained at the farm. After dinner, he finished washing and arranging the dishes in less than two seconds.
This made Martha and Jonathan wonder if he would become a very great "cleaner" if he pursued a cleaning profession.
"Eric."
After Jonathan and Martha had gone to sleep, Bart called out to Eric, who was about to rest.
"What?"
Eric frowned, looking at Bart, who seemed hesitant to speak.
"I wanted to say thank you for your help today. If it weren't for you, my leg might really be broken. Being with you is really cool, so..."
After hesitating and struggling for a moment, Bart opened his backpack and pulled out an MP3 player.
"This is the latest MP3. You can download any music you like and listen to it wherever you go."
Eric looked at the MP3 player in the other person's hand and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"I..."
Bart hesitated, then said, "I didn't steal this."
"Maybe."
Eric took the MP3 player from the other person's hand. "What I care about most right now is whether this is the latest model."
After watching Eric leave with the MP3 player, Bart breathed a long sigh of relief.
Weekend.
Martha and Jonathan were working on the farm.
Rebuilding the farm required a massive undertaking. After clearing away the surrounding construction debris, a new plan and design were needed.
Martha accompanied her husband in clearing brick and tile materials. Due to her pregnancy, she could only do some auxiliary work.
For example, wiping sweat for her husband or handing him light tools.
Bang!
Not far from the farm, a figure descended from the sky.
Clark landed on the ground from the sky, looking at the farm, which had become a ruin, with a complex expression.
Even though he had abandoned the so-called weakness of "humanity," he still couldn't help but want to come and see.
He wanted to completely abandon the weakness of humanity, while Eric was gradually trying to pick up humanity.
Thinking about it, it was truly extremely ironic!
Shaking his head, Clark walked towards the farm.
Before he even got close to the farm, he saw his parents working inside.
To his surprise, he also saw an unfamiliar blonde kid at the farm.
The blonde kid was laughing and talking with Jonathan and Martha, seemingly very familiar with them.
Frowning, he hesitated, then walked to the farm entrance.
Sharp-eyed Bart immediately saw Clark standing at the entrance.
"Who's that?"
Bart, who had already cleared most of the trash using his super speed, pointed at Clark and said.
"Clark!"
Seeing her eldest son appear, an excited Martha immediately shouted to her husband, "Jonathan, Clark is here."
Jonathan, who was tidying up debris, heard his wife's shout, immediately put down what he was holding, and walked towards his wife.
Seeing his eldest son, who hadn't appeared for a long time, Jonathan's emotions also became excited. He didn't bother to wipe his hands and quickly walked in front of Clark.
"That's great, Clark, you've finally returned safely."
Jonathan said excitedly, patting Clark's shoulder.
Martha also came over, wanting to hug her eldest son and express her longing.
During the time Clark had been gone, she had been worried.
Due to her pregnancy, she tried hard to suppress her emotions, not wanting her husband and younger son to worry about her.
Even so, she worried about Clark's safety every moment.
Seeing Martha come to hug him, Clark took a step back.
Martha froze, and Jonathan, standing nearby, frowned and asked Clark, "Clark, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, and I've been reborn. So I've abandoned everything from the past."
Clark said without any emotional fluctuation.
"You've been in contact with Jor-El?"
Jonathan had a bad premonition.
"Whether I've been in contact or not doesn't matter. Clark Kent is dead. I am now Kal-El. And you, Jonathan Kent, you tried to stop my rebirth. This is our only relationship, no longer mixed with anything else."
Clark stared coldly at his father.
"Clark, your father wasn't stopping you, he was saving you. He saved you from Jor-El."
Martha saw Clark's behavior, suppressed her sadness, and came forward, saying, "He is your father, that's the only relationship!"
"Martha, I am now Kal-El of Krypton, I have my own mission!"
"Mission?!"
Martha, emotionally breaking down, came up and grabbed Clark's clothes, slapping his face, "That's what Jor-El said! He turned you into him! Give me my Clark back, I want my son!"
As she spoke, she emotionally pounded Clark's chest, "Give me my son back!"
"Clark is dead!"
Gritting his teeth, Clark reached out, preparing to grab Martha's wrist, which was pounding his chest.
But the next second, his outstretched hand was caught.
Clark looked closely and saw that the blonde kid who had been helping his parents with work had caught his hand.
"If you make a move, I won't be polite with you!"
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