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

Chapter 18: Make a killing!

"What? Did we get robbed?"

Looking at the bare iron gate, Ifre was dumbfounded.

As a top PhD in the field of biochemistry, and able to become a leading expert in biology and chemistry in the United States in his forties,

Ifre's logical reasoning and crisis assessment abilities have always been beyond the average person.

He almost instantly ruled out the possibility that the four vampires were causing trouble.

After all, those four were just ordinary vampires.

They have extremely low intelligence, lack independent wisdom, are unable to speak or communicate, and can only scream.

They are mindless zombies controlled by parasites, left only with their bloodthirsty instincts.

They were all firmly bound by specially made silver chains, and even though the vampires were stronger than humans, they could hardly break free.

Secondly, even if it really was those four vampires who broke free of their restraints,

But what about the lock?

Where did Silver Lock go?

I've never heard of any vampires who like to collect silver!

Moreover, once they escaped, their bloodlust would have already led them to attack.

The unusual appearance of the iron gate instantly put the accompanying armed personnel on high alert, putting them on the highest alert level.

Everyone straightened their backs, their pupils constricted, and their sharp gazes instantly swept over every dark corner of the corridor, the gaps in doors and windows, and blind spots.

They will not take any chances. Once any abnormal phenomenon occurs, they will immediately anticipate the most dangerous and worst-case scenario!

Most importantly, they had recently faced those bloodthirsty monsters and knew how terrifying they were.

But once inside, it wasn't just Ifre who was dumbfounded.

Even these battle-hardened soldiers were dumbfounded.

On the cold, specially made iron bed,

All four vampire heads looked as if they had been hit by Barrett.

The hard skull shattered and deformed, the sharp tongue spikes drooped limply, and each vampire had a bloody hole the size of a billiard ball at its temple...

They're all dead!

This moment.

The silence was chilling.

But where did their specially made sterling silver chains go?

Looking at the bloody hole in his head, Ifre's expression became extremely serious.

He quickly glanced at the captain of the armed squad:

"Captain, can you tell what kind of gun caused this wound?"

Upon hearing this, the squad leader took a few steps forward to observe the blood holes on the heads of several vampires up close.

But the closer they looked, the deeper their doubts became.

After a moment of silence, the captain slowly withdrew his gaze and shook his head solemnly.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I can't tell."

"Um?"

Ifre was somewhat surprised.

He knew this captain well; he was a true veteran, having experienced countless battles, both large and small, and was exceptionally experienced. He never expected that the captain wouldn't recognize what kind of firearm had left the wound.

The captain hesitated for a moment, then spoke uncertainly:

"Dr. If I may be so bold, you might not believe it, but I don't believe the holes in these vampires' heads were left by any firearms!"

Ifre frowned in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"First of all, such a large wound could not have been left by a pistol or rifle."

Furthermore, regardless of the type of bullet, after rapidly penetrating the human body, the wound edges will show scorch marks, carbonization, skin burns, and gunpowder residue... but these characteristic features are absent.

"As for what exactly was left behind, I really can't tell."

The squad leader's tall frame was taut, his expression undisturbed.

Someone killed these vampire prototypes used for experimental research right in front of them, yet they didn't even know who their enemy was.

For someone who has always been known for his elite skills,

It's not just a provocation, it's a blatant threat.

He immediately issued a series of orders:

"Immediately seal off this area and search all suspicious persons and unusual traces in the vicinity. There are cameras installed on the main road; the perpetrator shouldn't have gone far!"

As the squad leader gave the order, Ifre walked down the hallway and took out his phone:

"Hey, Nora, I have good news and bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Bad news?"

Shouldn't we choose to hear the good news first?

Okay, I have to tell you, the four vampires I brought with me suddenly all died.

"The good news... the good news is that they can no longer spread the virus."

"Uh... I wasn't joking with you!"

"The murderer? They haven't been caught yet."

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on the way home.

Lucas found a crooked old tree.

He dug a deep hole under the tree roots and buried all the silver utensils that the kind person had "given" to him.

I plan to sell it sometime in the future and make a hefty profit from the price difference.

In early autumn, the sky is already visibly darkening earlier than usual.

When Lucas got home, it was already completely dark.

Even from a distance, Lucas could see Ms. Martha standing at the door, anxiously waiting for him.

Clark stood next to Martha, his expression seemingly a little pleased.

Of course, it wasn't because his older brother hadn't come back yet at this late hour.

It was because he spent most of the two hours of physical education activities after school today with Lana, who, in his eyes, was the most dazzling light in Smallville.

Although, because of the necklace around the girl's neck, he never dared to get too close to her.

But like all the stirrings of youth, simply standing side by side and chatting softly was enough to stir up an undisguised joy and excitement in his heart.

"Clark, did Lucas really not tell you where he was going when he asked for leave?"

Martha looked at Superior with concern.

"No, really."

Clark shook his head: "I didn't even know my brother had taken leave."

Aside from the first class, he didn't see anyone all day.

"I think my brother should... be fine."

And Dad has already gone out to look for it; I believe he'll find it soon.

Clark still vividly remembers witnessing Lucas "murder" as a child.

He always felt that there might be a devil living inside his older brother.

They don't usually show it; they're obedient and sensible children in their parents' eyes, but in reality, they're very dangerous.

Such people are lucky if they don't provoke others; it's hard to say they'll be in danger.

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As Lucas pondered what kind of punishment he would face from the Kents, he hurried out from the dim light of the farm.

"Mom, it's my eldest brother."

Clark's eyesight was clearly better; he spotted Lucas immediately.

Just then, Jonathan, who had gone out to look for the person, returned.

The expected scolding did not occur; the Kents simply asked Lucas with concern if he was in danger.

Lucas gave a sullen smile:

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. I had a stomachache and wanted to go home to rest."

I just ran into a friend on the way, and my stomach also started to feel better, so I couldn't resist and stayed out so late. I'm sorry you all worried.

"Lucas, you are a sensible and good child. You have never caused your parents any trouble since you were little."

Mom knows you're a child with your own opinions. Next time something like this happens, please be sure to tell Mom and Dad beforehand, okay?

Ms. Martha's eyes welled up with tears as she gently offered her words of advice.

She could tell, of course, that it was a very clumsy, hastily made-up excuse.

But the kind-hearted woman only wished for her child's safety.

"Don't worry, Mom!"

Feeling the deep maternal love, Lucas nodded quickly.