I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

"I heard that from ancient times to the present, there are some fighters among humans who can go through all kinds of torture and torture, but they will not let go of telling the enemy what they want to know."

David held the fifty cent between his fingers, a flash of danger flashed in his eyes, and the words he said with a faint smile made people feel uneasy.

"I'll bet you fifty cents that you're not like that!"

"If within half an hour you're not on your knees crying like a pussy and tell me everything I want to know, like your email account and password, I'll give you fifty cents!"

"As a seventeen-year-old high school student, did you learn the torture you are referring to on TV?"

Fran's heart trembled, and he acted exaggeratedly, laughing like he heard a joke.

For some reason, after David finished talking about the bet with a smile, he felt as if he was being targeted by a predator a hundred times more terrifying than a lion. He couldn't help but feel a chill on his back and the hair on his hair stood up.

"David, what do you want to do?"

Clark's expression changed and he stopped David who was about to step forward.

The cruel words coming out of David's mouth frightened him too.

Torture was inhumane and trampled on human dignity. He couldn't believe that his brother would do such a thing.

The most terrifying thing is that he looks very skillful, as if he is inviting guests to dinner.

"Clark, do you still want to show off your kindness at this time?"

David looked at Frank with a sneer, as if looking at a dead man.

He has never tortured anyone, but he believes that it is not difficult to do this kind of thing, and he is not afraid of making mistakes anyway.

"Absolutely not. What if you didn't ask?"

Clark struggled and gritted his teeth.

Several experiences made him realize that it was useless to reason with his brother, especially on such an urgent matter, and there was no time for him to reason with him.

He spoke directly about the consequences if something went wrong.

"If he doesn't come back on time, emails will be sent to the mailbox. You may not have time to interrogate him at all."

"Maybe it won't take half an hour, just give me ten minutes."

David said as he pushed Clark away: "I don't think this despicable and insidious guy will be a tough guy!"

"no!"

Clark grabbed David's hand hard.

"David, I can't let you risk your parents."

He lowered his voice and tried his best to dissuade his brother.

"Give him whatever he wants. Anyway, it's just some gangsters who do bad things."

David raised his eyebrows, as if meeting him for the first time, and looked at Clark in surprise.

"I didn't expect that Clark, your bottom line is sometimes flexible!"

This is an outright illegal crime.

"I promised." In order to prevent further trouble, Clark held David's hand tightly, turned to Frank and said anxiously: "Come on, I'll find you later!"

"I'm waiting for you, Clark."

Looking at David, Fran's eyes flashed with color, and he turned around and left quickly.

David wanted to step forward, but if he pressed harder, a shape similar to Thanos would appear, and he frowned.

"I don't understand why you would stop me for a few gangsters. That's not like you, David."

Seeing the person walking away, Clark took the initiative to let go of David.

He believed that David's speed was too late to pass him.

"Human desire is like a rolling stone on a high mountain. Once it starts, it will never stop."

After adjusting his cuffs and putting away the fifty cents, David said coldly.

"Let me give it a try, David." If Frank is a qualified gambler, Clark is a failed gambler. He is always indecisive and has luck in his heart.

But sometimes giving in and compromising is equivalent to directly admitting defeat.

"I'll give you the same words back."

David stared at each other, and the two looked at each other, "I can't let you take risks with your parents!"

It's a no-brainer.

Only a fool would leave a powerful weapon that allows him to do whatever he wants.

"It is impossible to feed a hyena all at once. When it is hungry, it will come back to you. There will be no end."

That guy's appetite will get bigger and bigger, and sooner or later, Jonathan and Martha will be implicated in this matter.

“David, you know you’re not as fast as me.

I want to protect someone, and there is no way you can find and catch up with me. "

Both of them had their own opinions. Clark didn't want to fight with his brother, so he gritted his teeth.

"Just let me try it once!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Why was he the elder brother, but his younger brother refused to listen to him even once?

"I know."

Taking a step back, David looked at him: "If nothing else, your speed is at least ten times or even dozens of times faster than mine.

Even with one person, if you want to escape, I may not even be able to touch the corner of your clothes. "

"David..."

Clark's eyes lit up when he heard these words.

I thought David was going to relent and agree.

"I didn't want to do this."

David shook his head and sighed, took out a small box from his pocket and opened it.

Snapped!

A green crystal the size of a thumb appeared, emitting radiation unique to kryptonite.

He took out the kryptonite and held it against Clark like an exorcist holding a cross against a vampire.

"Meteorite?"

Clark's feet went weak, and his body immediately felt as if it had been hollowed out. He fell back uncomfortably under the fluorescent green light, barely holding on to the wall to prevent himself from falling.

He stared in disbelief, his eyes widened, and his voice forced out through his teeth.

"Da...David, you actually used meteorites against me."

He had suffered from meteorites more than once, but he never expected that one day he would see a meteorite in his brother's hands to deal with him.

"This...is this the meteorite on Greg's body?"

He remembered that there was a meteorite that was collected by his younger brother.

"You made me, Clark."

David stepped forward and hit him in the face with a hammer-like fist.

Bang!

Clark was knocked to the ground and passed out.

Bang!

Looking at Clark sleeping like a baby, David casually threw the kryptonite next to him.

Keep applying weakness to prevent the Son of Krypton from basking in the sun and waking up midway through.

He turned and left this deserted alley.

At the end of the street in the small town, Frank leaned leisurely against the street lamp, waiting for his mobile check for the rest of his life to come to him.

Although Clark said he would come find him, he did not dare to go too far for fear that the other party would not find him.

"Who are you waiting for?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Fran turned around and saw David, his eyes confused.

"Why is it you? Where's Clark!"

"Did he regret it?" He thought of something, a trace of sinisterness appeared on his face, and he said sternly.

"No, he can't come for the time being."

David punched down, grabbed the unconscious Fran like a chicken, and disappeared from the spot.

…

An abandoned factory.

Fran woke up and found that he was tied tightly to a chair with a rope, and he couldn't move even though he struggled hard.

"Are you awake?" came a voice.

There was a laptop computer on a wooden table. David sat leisurely behind the chair, pushing a fifty cent forward. Under his horrified eyes, he put on surgical rubber gloves and stood up slowly with a smile.

"Our bet has begun."

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