Chapter 3910: MU: Super-Body Big Event (1)

"Oh, my God! Why did beets drop another 12 cents? Brainiac! Brainiac!!!"

A roar came from the barn on the farm. A strong figure wearing a straw hat and gloves circled out from the shadow of the barn door, walked to the side of the tractor, opened the door, and roared at the radio placed to the right of the steering wheel: "Brainiac, are you listening? Beets really can't drop any lower!"

"Clark," another voice came from the barn, "stop shouting. We must transport all the grain from these two barns to the threshing plant today, otherwise we won't be able to get in line."

"But beets are really too cheap. If we sell them at today's market price, we'll lose money," the young man sighed at length and said, "If I had known, I wouldn't have planted so many. I really should have listened to Dad."

When the other figure walked out of the barn, he was shirtless. His skin was pale gray, and the Superman logo on his chest was a faint scar on his skin, with black hair tied up with a rather funny cartoon flower hair clip. Behind him, a dog flew in mid-air, biting his shirt, following him out.

"Clark! H'el! Uncle Kent is calling you home for dinner!" Another figure cut through the sky, her blonde hair brighter than the sun. She stopped in mid-air, then slowly descended and said, "This afternoon we still have to collect the sun-dried tomatoes to make sauce, and go collect the cabbage from those two acres on the east side. Hurry up!"

The dog threw the clothes to H'el and pounced toward the girl flying over. Clark hurriedly shouted: "Come back! Krypto! Sorry Kara, it's really a bit too lively..."

"Oh, it's so cute," Kara rubbed the dog's head and said, "It's a pity it's the busy farming season, otherwise I could play frisbee with you for an afternoon. You throw and I catch, or I throw and you catch, both are fine."

Clark walked over, took Krypto from her hand, and said: "Have you been helping Mom? What's for lunch today?"

"Yes, we went to pick fresh chickpeas. The staple food today is hummus, seasoned with green pepper, and the cheese we made earlier has been opened, so there is a cheese platter to eat today. The ham can also be harvested, plus the lettuce freshly picked from the field, we made two flavors of sandwiches. I went to pick two great pumpkins and boiled them into soup..."

On the vast plains of Kansas during the harvest season, the long autumn was like a poem composed of wheat fields, honey, and sunflower seeds, recited on the field ridges blown by the west wind. The three people and one dog flew back slowly until they saw Martha standing at the door waiting for them with a bread basket.

Martha placed the bread basket on top of the mailbox and gave each of them a hug. This smiling lady appeared even more petite against the backdrop of the two strong figures. Kara walked over and held her arm, walking past the shadow of the honey locust tree. The dining room was full of the aroma of ham.

And seeing the figure leaning crookedly on the sofa, Clark stopped his steps. The other party seemed to have sensed his arrival, and with a turn of his head, those blue eyes, in the fine light cast by the window grille, were like a finely carved blue sapphire.

"Hey, Clark. I just arrived, how is the autumn harvest?"

"Not bad," Clark walked over, grabbed Bruce's shoulders to straighten his body, then sat down next to him and said, "Why did you come over? Weren't you developing a new mobile phone?"

"Brainiac thinks my research is meaningless, so he threw me into the farm equipment production laboratory. I invented a better machine for harvesting beets, and Kansas happens to be a major beet state. I heard you also planted several acres of beets, so I came over to take a look."

"God, no wonder Brainiac lowered the minimum price of beets again. It turns out other places have already started large-scale harvesting?" Clark nudged Bruce with his elbow and said, "You have a good machine and didn't let your buddy use it first. I really misjudged you."

"Stop messing around. Your family is a comprehensive farm, planting everything, but not much of anything. Ranked by yield, it wouldn't be your turn next month. For the sake of us being buddies, I brought you a set of experimental equipment; we can go try it this afternoon."

"As expected of you," Clark hugged his shoulders happily and said, "I thought this year's test field was messed up again, but I didn't expect there to be a turning point. This is really great. Do you know? Except for the broccoli we planted that year, the test field of the Kent farm has been losing money for several years in a row."

"I told you planting broccoli was a good idea. Of course, there are too many people planting this stuff recently, and the price has been adjusted six times in a week. On the way here, I heard many farmers cursing."

"Which year don't they curse? It's purely moaning without illness. At least Brainiac stabilized the price of winter wheat, and the price of corn is also good, but unfortunately my family didn't plant much. Let's go, let's go eat first. You caught up with a good season, there is fresh bacon and ham..."

As they walked to the dining table, they heard Mrs. Kent saying to Kara: "Since that Earth butler arrived, running the farm has become an electronic game. Your uncle specifically bought a mobile phone to refresh the prices of agricultural products. If you can grasp the high-price days to ship, you can earn a lot more money. Of course, the best is the door-to-door pickup process. I have never seen so many planes in my life..."

Just after speaking, a roar came from afar, and a huge floating cargo ship stopped on an open wheat field. Mr. Kent's small car soon appeared around the transport plane, and many huge handling robots began to walk toward the barn under his command.

"Oh, that's the transport ship eliminated from the war, right?" Kara looked out the window and said, "Looking at it this way, this thing is quite big, it should be able to transport a lot of things at once."

"Of course, the grain that used to take trucks a dozen trips is only enough to fill one of its transport units. The grain from several surrounding farms was loaded away at once. It seems that today we should be able to sell the last batch of threshed wheat, and the rest can be put aside for us to eat ourselves."

After a while, Mr. Kent, with a red face, walked in and waved his arms vigorously, obviously very satisfied with the harvest. He began to talk at length about how he grasped the high-price day of wheat, and then talked about Brainiac's grain strategy.

Few people at the dining table listened to him seriously. Clark whispered to Bruce: "I heard from other Supermen that Owlman is looking for you."

Bruce took a bite of the sandwich, closed his eyes tightly because of the fragrance of the ham, and then said: "Yes, but I am hiding from him."

"Why is he looking for you, and why are you hiding from him?"

"He is looking for me because he is a loser, and I am hiding from him also because he is a loser," Bruce rolled his eyes imperceptibly, and then said, "There was a big mess in his universe, and he actually wanted me to go wipe his ass. He's dreaming!"

"What exactly happened?" Clark asked with great interest.

"Their Justice League... uh, I mean the antonym of the Justice League. You know that many things in their universe are reversed, right? Anyway, the Evil League had an internal strife, and Owlman couldn't fight four hands with two fists, almost beaten to death by Evil Superman and Evil Wonder Woman."

"Why would this happen? Shouldn't they be birds of a feather?"

"That's a long story," Bruce stirred the soup in the bowl and said, "Do you remember the magic school we went to?"

Clark nodded and said: "Of course, I heard he was beaten quite badly by another Batman."

"Yes, but he did learn something, it's just that he might have learned it incorrectly, which is also the fuse for the mess in that universe."

"What do you mean by incorrectly?"

"Do you know what the essence of magic is?"

"Imagination?"

"Very close," Bruce took another sandwich from Martha's hand and said, "You need energy to exert imagination, so you have to get energy first."

"How to get it?"

"Rob."

Clark was speechless for a moment by this blunt answer. Bruce continued: "Of course, a more civilized method is to borrow, but since you can borrow, you can not return it. Since you didn't think about returning it, it's better to just rob it."

"That makes sense, but you said Owlman learned it wrong."

Bruce nodded, then laughed gloatingly as if thinking of something, and then choked on the food in his mouth. Martha hurriedly patted his back, then glared at her son, signaling him to talk less while eating.

No one at the dining table dared to provoke this lady. They finished their meal in silence and walked out the door facing the sunset. As soon as Clark walked out, he saw the tractor parts Bruce placed at the door of the warehouse not far away. This seemed to be the machine he mentioned for harvesting beets.

So Clark went to drive the tractor—the once shiny and brand-new Lamborghini tractor now had some traces of time, but it was still tall and mighty. And Clark could also manipulate this high-end imported goods very well. He first manually docked the accessories, then sat on the car and started it.

Bruce also sat on the car, and the two swayed toward the test field. The sunset illuminated the entire plain into a rich orange-red, and the whole person seemed to be soaked in "California Sunset" sparkling wine.

"Owlman must have been fooled. He thought the key to magic lies in studying techniques, using the least energy to exert the greatest effect, so he devoted himself to studying those profound black magic, and even locked Constantine up."

"He can study if he wants, does the Superman of that universe not want him to study?"

"If he just studied by himself, that would be fine, but magic is dangerous, especially the magic on our side. He didn't figure out the situation, and dared to do those difficult and complex black magic experiments. The result, of course, was 'pop'."

Clark also seemed to think of something, pursed his lips and smiled, saying: "He wouldn't have blown up his own people, would he?"

"Almost, it can be considered their bad luck. Owlman didn't know what kind of magic he got, which corroded the space of their base. Those few people fell into the void, and only returned through the Battleworld, each suffering not light injuries. And Owlman didn't realize his mistake at all, had a dispute with them, and left the team in a fit of anger."

"So that's how it is, then it can be considered he deserved it. So they are hunting him down for this?"

"Not entirely, there's even more deserved things," Bruce smiled again, "Owlman is not the type to swallow his pride. Being kicked out of the team like this, he had nowhere to vent his anger. He couldn't beat the others head-on, so he thought of some shady tricks, using the black magic he learned to pit the Superman of that universe."

"Pitted? How?"

"This is unclear, anyway he used a curse magic, causing the Superman of that universe to become very weak. In order to lift the curse for Superman, the others in that Evil League united to hunt him down, but he hid very well and hasn't been discovered yet."

"But hiding like this isn't a solution, right?"

"Of course, so isn't that why he came to find me?" ===== CHAPTER 3911 =====