"Want to see your invention?"

In response to Little Wayne's warm invitation, Alfred shrugged calmly:

"Well, dear Master Wayne, if you insist, I can accept your invitation.

However, you need to control your time.

Because if you delay for too long, your mother, Mrs. Martha, may be a little dissatisfied with you."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Little Wayne nodded repeatedly, and then jumped up and down towards the depths of the transparent building. As he walked, he turned back to signal Alfred to follow him quickly.

In response, the latter just smiled helplessly, and then followed steadily.

So, with the help of the conveyor belt under their feet, the two of them turned left and right through more than a dozen large and small metal portals, and finally arrived at a large museum-like building.

When Alfred arrived here, he suddenly saw hundreds of blazing white light pillars that were either as thick as a house or as thin as a fist.

In the dazzling beams of light, there are all suspended pieces that look like firearms, heavy cannons, basketballs, pineapples, engines, books, drinks, or boilers...

...and all kinds of things.

"This is?"

Alfred walked up to a light beam, looked at a purple swirling object suspended in it, and asked curiously, "From the surface texture of this thing... it looks like some kind of fruit."

"Yes, this is fruit."

Little Wayne came over and introduced with a smile, "This is a super fruit that I cultivated using gene grafting and adjustment technology. As long as you eat it, you can get a super power. Well... for example, if you eat this fruit,

It should turn into a rubber man."

"Oh~ You can artificially create superpowers, that's amazing."

Alfred nodded and pointed to the pink firearm in a beam of light next to him, "Then, what is this?"

"This is an ice cream machine gun."

Little Wayne said with a smile, "Anything with a tensile and yield strength value lower than that of tungsten steel, after being hit by the attack of this machine gun, all its material structures within a diameter range of 1 to 100 meters centered on the hit point will be

On a subatomic level, reconstituted into Haagen-Dazs ice cream.”

"...Master Wayne, Madam doesn't allow you to eat so much ice cream."

Alfred shook his head and said, "Your intestines and stomach will be frozen."

"Okay, okay, I know."

Little Wayne muttered perfunctorily, and then quickly pointed to the black engine suspended in another light beam, "Look, look at that, do you know what it is?"

"Hehehe." Alfred smiled gently, "Master Wayne, when you changed the subject, you were a bit too blunt overall."

As he spoke, he looked at the brown-black engine, frowned slightly and said suspiciously: "This... why does it look like it's made of chocolate?"

"You got it right Mr. Alfred!"

Little Wayne clapped his hands and said with a smile, "This engine is made of chocolate, and while it can output enough power to push a hundred thousand aircraft carriers forward at high speed, it can also emit enough power to flood the entire Gotham."

City’s chocolate tsunami.”

"Ouch!" Alfred couldn't help but lean back, "Master Wayne, this is a weapon of mass destruction. You must not let bad guys steal it."

"OK OK." Little Wayne nodded repeatedly, "But this is not a large-scale weapon, a real weapon of mass destruction..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the crystal heavy cannon in another light pillar a dozen or so away: "That's it!"

"oh?"

Alfred walked over slowly, looked up and observed the translucent barrel that seemed to be made of glass, and asked curiously, "Is this also some kind of weapon?"

"Yes Yes."

Little Wayne strode over and explained excitedly, "This weapon is called a glass cannon. As the name suggests, its effect is that one cannon can burn the entire surface of the earth into a glass texture."

"...I think those arms companies will definitely be interested in this weapon, such as Lockheed Martin."

After Alfred muttered something, he turned to look at Little Wayne, "Okay, Master Wayne, it's already very late. You should go back to the manor for dinner."

"Um...Okay." Little Wayne pouted and shrugged, "Let's go back."

Alfred smiled silently, then turned around and walked slowly outside the door of the 'museum'.

When Little Wayne saw this, he didn't delay any more and followed behind to leave.

A short while later, when he walked to the core of the Temple Mount and was about to leave this continuous building completely, Alfred glanced curiously at the complex device that Wayne had been fussing with at the beginning and asked:

"Master Wayne, what is that machine... used for?"

After following Alfred's gaze, Little Wayne understood immediately, and then said casually:

"Oh, um, that's a time machine, it's still in the process of being developed."

"..."

"Time... machine?!" Alfred froze on the spot.

Then, he stammered: "You... actually built a time machine. Is it the kind of time machine that... can travel to the past and the future?"

"Yeah, that's it."

Little Wayne admitted, and then said, "This machine is still in the development process and has not been tested yet, so I am not sure whether it will be effective."

"Huh-really?"

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew it wasn't that simple. If a time machine could be built, history would be messed up."

…

Smallville is a small town in Kansas, more than two thousand kilometers away from Gotham City.

In a vast cornfield, little Clark was lying on a 'carpet' covered with a thick layer of corn leaves, his head resting on his two small arms, lazily basking in the sun.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The bright rays of sunlight hung down and were sucked up instantly as soon as they hit his skin.

After that, every cell deep in little Clark's body immediately became stronger.

But even though he is many times stronger than when he first came to earth, little Clark, who is six years old this year, is still smooth and smooth, with not a single hair growing.

Although the Clarks were very anxious about this.

However, due to their adopted son Clark's suspected alien status, the couple did not dare to take him to see a doctor.

It's not that I'm afraid that nothing will be found, but I'm afraid that something will be found.

They were very doubtful if the hospital really discovered something special about little Clark's body and genes.

It is very likely that a large number of FBI agents will come to the door that day, holding guns and shouting "open the door".

By then, little Clark will definitely be captured and dissected by the U.S. government.

Therefore, the Clarks can only guess that the reason why Clark is bald may be due to his alien ancestry.

However, what made them quite gratified was that.

Little Clark has a naturally cheerful personality. Although he occasionally cares about his bald head, he does not feel inferior or autistic because of it.

This situation would not necessarily be the same if it were another ordinary American child.

Of course, there is another factor in this, that is, young Clark is still young and cannot yet have a clear understanding of complicated matters.

In his current world, there is only eating, drinking and playing.

Just as little Clark was basking in the sun in a daze, the light above suddenly dimmed.

It seemed that something was blocking the sunlight.

So little Clark opened his eyes with some confusion and looked upward.

Then, he saw a middle-aged white man with the same bald head, looking down at him expressionlessly.

"gentlemen?"

Little Clark slowly got up from the ground, scratched his smooth head, and asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yes, Clark Kent." The bald middle-aged man smiled coldly, "I'm looking for you, of course I have something to do."

"Huh? I don't quite understand." Little Clark became even more confused, "Who are you and why do you know my name?"

"Who am I? Haha."

The bald middle-aged man smiled indifferently, "My name is...Lex Luthor. The purpose of my coming here is to kill you."

"But I don't know you."

Little Clark showed no fear, "Why do you want to kill me?"

"Of course you wouldn't know me in this era."

Lex Luthor grinned and said coldly, "But in the future, specifically in more than twenty years, there will be many discords and conflicts between you and me, and these conflicts and conflicts will last for a long, long time. Let me

Feeling anxious and angry.”

As he spoke, he slowly took out a shimmering green stone from his pocket with a cold expression.
To be continued...