"Cough, cough!"
The Black man lightly coughed and greeted Mark, "Hello, John Patrick."
Mark took a deep breath, warily looking at the guy in front of him who could block his punch.
He was filled with shock and suspicion!
His full-force punch had actually been easily blocked by the other party?
The tall, dark-haired, thick-browed Black man seemed to read Mark's thoughts. He took a step forward and said, "No need to be so wary, I'm not a bad person."
Just then, Clark also came upstairs and, seeing the stranger in the Barn, immediately stood alertly next to Mark.
Looking at the two wary boys, the Black man pulled out his ID. "I'm John Jones, a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent. Kids, relax, no need to be so tense all the time."
Mark didn't believe his nonsense.
After all, there was a Black man who impersonated Police last time. Who knew if this guy was a fake Federal Bureau of Investigation agent?
He didn't recognize Federal Bureau of Investigation ID either.
Thinking of this, Mark concentrated and pricked up his ears, wanting to use his Super Hearing to listen to the other party's heartbeat.
Strange… his heartbeat was very normal.
Immediately after, he followed what Peter had taught him and observed the other party's eyes.
According to Father, people unconsciously blink when they lie, or they look up or to the right to activate the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking.
Pupil contraction and eyelid trembling are all signs of nervousness.
To Mark's surprise, the other party's eyes were also very normal, with no twitching or sudden eye movements.
"Father isn't home."
Mark couldn't tell if the other party was lying and stopped dwelling on it, saying with a straight face, "Perhaps you should come back after Father returns."
"Hmm, I'm also very interested in visiting Mr. Patrick, but do you mind if we chat together, John, and also—"
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Clark, "Clark."
Clark looked at him in surprise, "You know my name?"
"Uh-huh, I can even guess what you're thinking."
John Jones smiled at Clark, "Clark, are you thinking right now if I've come to arrest you? And how many cigarettes you'd be worth in prison, right?"
(Clark was also a viewer of the TV series "The Fugitive")
Clark's mouth fell open.
The other party had actually guessed what he was thinking.
He had indeed just thought that the other party was from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, coming to arrest him because of Don's death.
"As for you—"
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Mark, activating his telepathic abilities, wanting to see Mark's inner thoughts.
After hearing Mark's thoughts, his face instantly grew even darker.
Although this mischievous child had powerful abilities, why were all the thoughts in his head chaotic and not in line with correct values?
He actually wanted to forcibly keep him, who had superpowers, and make him work for free at his family's farm!
Had he, from the 21st century, returned to the 18th-century farm owner era?
How exactly did this mischievous child's parents teach him?
Peter Patrick, that guy, was 100% a scoundrel!
Although he hadn't met Peter yet, he had already labeled Peter a "scoundrel" in his mind.
"Cough, cough."
John Jones coughed unnaturally twice and changed the subject, saying, "When will your father return?"
"It's uncertain."
Clark didn't notice his abnormality. After replying, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Mr. Jones, are you here to investigate the alien spaceship?"
"What?"
John Jones was stunned for a moment.
Clark excitedly said, "Everyone's been saying recently that an alien spaceship has landed. Our class even formed a science investigation team to investigate aliens. Mr. Jones, are you here to investigate aliens?"
"No."
John Jones shook his head and said to the two with a serious expression, "There are no aliens, and no alien spaceship. A parasite has landed here. Tell your classmates not to go out at night, or the bugs will eat people."
"Man-eating bugs?!"
Hearing the other party's words, Clark swallowed nervously.
"Yes, so for everyone's safety, it's best to stay home."
He looked up at the last sliver of sunset on the distant horizon. "Alright, kids, I have to go. Good luck."
Waving to the two boys, he turned and walked downstairs.
After his figure completely merged into the night, his body began to change.
His Black skin gradually faded, and green skin covered his body.
John Jones, with red eyes, wearing a cloak, and exuding a powerful oppressive aura, flew into the sky with a "boom."
Hovering above the entire Smallville town, he closed his eyes, using his Super Senses to detect any suspicious presences.
John Jones, originally named J'onn J'onzz, was the "Martian Manhunter" from Mars, possessing abilities such as Super Strength, Super Speed, and Super Durability, as well as powerful telepathy and shapeshifting abilities.
His previous Black Police image was also a form he adopted to combat criminals.
His purpose in coming to Smallville this time was to capture the alien parasite.
He hadn't expected to meet two exceptionally gifted mischievous children as soon as he arrived in town.
Clark was a Kryptonian, so what was John?
Closing his eyes, Martian Manhunter pondered Mark's identity.
At the same time, his Super Senses were also active, detecting traces of the alien parasite.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.
His thoughts yielded no results, and no traces of the parasite were found.
Shaking his head, he turned and flew away from the town.
At the same time.
"Pant! Pant!"
Lex Luthor was panting heavily, walking quickly down the road.
Because he didn't want to leave Smallville and return to Metropolis, Lex, in a fit of pique, secretly ran away from the manor.
Originally, he only intended to hide outside for a bit and then go back, but he unexpectedly got lost.
Shining his flashlight, he pulled his clothes tighter and looked at the road ahead, forcefully suppressing his inner fear, and bravely continued to walk forward.
As he walked quickly forward, Lex occasionally looked up and could see stars moving above the tips of the dark trees.
In some places, the road was almost blocked by thickets, and the branches of the bushes constantly caught on his shoulders.
Lex kept switching hands holding the flashlight, his fear growing stronger.
He felt that something was approaching him from behind.
Swallowing, Lex mustered his courage and suddenly turned his head.
A "rustling" sound suddenly came from his left rear, and a nauseating smell entered his nostrils.
His heart already filled with fear, he immediately ran forward at his fastest speed.
"Thump!!"
Lex, who was running wildly forward with his feet pounding the ground, wasn't paying attention and tripped over the dense vines on the ground, falling down.
Seeing the readers' urging for updates, and so as not to disappoint the readers, the novice author is releasing tomorrow's chapter early.
This is only for today; it will return to normal afterward.