As Clark watched the direction the cars had moved, he decided to pursue them. He placed a pillow in his spot and covered it with the blanket, fearing his parents would enter the room and not find him.
Afterward, he opened the window in his room and quietly slipped out. Despite the window being in a high place, he managed to get out, jumped from the second floor to the ground, and started running quickly. Although he couldn't run faster than the sports car at that moment, he managed to track the cars and get somewhat closer.
The evening was dark, and Clark couldn't see where he was stepping, so he stumbled frequently and fell several times.
"Damn it, why can't I fly?"
Clark grumbled as he ran at full speed, already wearing a mask and all-black clothing.
Clark continued to chase them in the darkness of the night until he reached a place very far from his home. In fact, he was lost and didn't know where he was. For someone who wasn't good with directions, he was completely lost. Clark felt a pang of anxiety.
"I must memorize the entire map of this place when I'm done with this."
Clark was determined to complete the mission. Deep down, he knew the world held dangerous things, and if he couldn't overcome a gang that steals jewelry, how would he overcome Superman's enemies, who were far more dangerous than the gang he was currently pursuing?
Clark continued the chase. The pursuit was nearing its end as the thieves managed to escape the police and go to a remote location. Fortunately, Clark had gotten very close to the gang. Their car stopped in an empty area, and then they got out and started running away from the vehicle. They were carrying school bags on their shoulders and running quickly. The gang consisted of three individuals wearing cartoon character masks. Clark had gotten very close to them. At first, he thought about going towards the car, but he knew something bad was going to happen to it, and the gang's escape reinforced this feeling. This car was expensive; even if they didn't want it, they could sell it for scrap. Clark's suspicion was correct. Moments later, the car exploded completely. Although Clark wasn't close to the car, the impact of the explosion reached him. Some parts of the car flew far due to the blast, and some almost hit Clark, but he moved away from the falling debris and advanced towards the thieves, who had fled to a place far from him. But unfortunately for them, they had gotten rid of the only means that would allow them to escape this person. In a few short moments, Clark managed to reach the place where the thieves were.
The place was a small, dilapidated shack containing a table and chairs inside, and some items that indicated someone had lived there at some point. There was no door to the shack, and there was light coming from one of the thieves' phones, illuminating the place. The group was sitting inside on rickety chairs.
"What are we waiting for now?"
One of the thieves said, looking at the other two.
"The boss will be here soon, so we're waiting for his arrival," said the other person, who was clearly their leader.
"Will the boss be late? I think the explosion will make the police come to our location, and it wouldn't be surprising if they reached this place," said the third person, holding his bag tightly.
"Don't worry, the boss will be here in a moment, and we'll all leave," said the leader.
Outside, Clark was listening to the conversation taking place inside.
"Your boss will be tonight's dessert," Clark whispered, smiling behind his mask. Clark started running at full speed and entered the shack. First, he grabbed the phone that was illuminating the place and threw it outside, making the light inside the shack dim. In a single moment, the place transformed from a lit space to a dark one with little light.
The thieves were confused; they didn't know what had happened to them. They backed away and quickly stood up from the chairs, saying in unison, "What's going on? Who's there?"
One of them pulled out a gun and tried to aim it at the uninvited guest, but Clark didn't give them any chance. Quickly, he was behind the person holding the gun. Clark jumped and kicked the thief from behind, striking his groin with all his might.
"Ahhh... damn it!"
The thief felt his genitals explode with force and couldn't bear the pain, so he quickly fainted. At the same time, Clark ran to the second man and punched him in the stomach, causing the second thief to recoil backward, bend over in pain, and try to vomit everything inside him. But unfortunately, Clark didn't give him time to feel the pain, as he punched him with an uppercut to the neck with force. The second thief fell to the ground in just two moves. Clark took the thief's gun that had been placed on the table and ran towards the third thief, who tried to escape, but it was already meaningless. In the next moment, the third thief fell after Clark hit him on the back of the head with the gun.
"Now I'm done with this trash. Let's wait for the next boss, heh heh."
Clark tied up the thieves by stripping them of their clothes, leaving only their underwear, and then bound them with their own garments.
"Let's see what they have. Three wallets full of five hundred dollars each and some change, plus three guns and bags full of stolen jewelry. Hmm, I'll keep the money and the guns and give the jewelry to the police."
Clark sat on the chairs with three people tied up on the floor in front of him with their own clothes. In his previous life, Clark was a professional spy and trained by special forces; in fact, he was one of the youngest spies in his country, which indicated his abilities and skills. But discovering that he had cancer put him in an unstable mental state, and he couldn't do anything when he was attacked in the bar because he had abandoned his caution, indeed abandoned everything that day and no longer cared about anything.
Overcoming a group of thieves was not a difficult task for him, as he had trained in many mixed martial arts. But his small body was hindering everything. Fortunately, he had a superhuman body, otherwise, he would have faced more difficult problems. Clark trained in fighting daily, but his problem was that most of the training was shadow boxing, so he wasn't confident in fighting at first, but now he was more confident than before.
Meanwhile, Clark heard the sound of a car approaching and stopping in front of the shack. The shack was dark because Clark had turned off the light.
"Mr. Morgan Edge, we've been dealing with each other for some time now, so it's time to raise the prices a little, heh heh."
Two people got out of the car. The first was a young man in his twenties, wearing elegant clothes and appearing calm. The young man was handsome and seemed arrogant.
"The prices will remain the same, Mr. Wren. Five million for three pieces of jewelry," said the young man calmly as he closed the car door. As for Mr. Wren, who was carrying a black bag with both hands, he looked submissively at the young man.
The two men walked towards the shack quietly.
"The Hawk has returned to the nest," said the young man in a somewhat loud voice, but no one answered, which made him very worried. He pulled out his gun and approached the shack slowly, while the other person retreated backward, holding the bag tightly.
Mr. Wren watched the shack with anticipation, not wanting to be harmed in any way. He was just a corrupt and cowardly businessman who had reconciled with himself, so he had decided to flee the moment he felt danger.
At the same moment, Morgan Edge felt a bad feeling inside him, and this feeling increased with every second he approached the shack. When he reached the shack and looked around, he knew the source of his anxiety. The shack was dark, and inside, the three bags were placed on the table, and his gang members were tied up naked on the floor.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
At the same moment, he felt pain from the back of his head.
"What's this?"
He touched the back of his head and felt warmth and stickiness.
"Blood!!"
He fell to the ground without resistance.
Clark had come out of the shack the moment he heard the sound of the car and hid in a remote spot.
After knocking Morgan Edge to the ground, Clark moved quickly towards the other man. Mr. Wren couldn't figure out exactly what had happened, but he sensed danger, so he tried to get into the car and escape. Clark was advancing very quickly and reached the man within seconds. Clark jumped high and punched the man in the face, causing the short, bald man to fall to the ground without any resistance. But Clark didn't make him lose consciousness; he was just torturing him. Clark began to beat the man severely, and Mr. Wren had no choice but to defend himself by placing the bag in front of him as a shield to ward off the attacks.
Clark stopped and snatched the bag from the frightened man, who could no longer bear the pain.
"Please, take the bag. It contains five million dollars, and the secret code is 888. Please leave me alone," Mr. Wren pleaded with him, crying.
Clark stopped hitting him, looking at him with pity.
"This old man is so weak. I haven't even gained my super strength yet."
Clark didn't know that his normal strength was far greater than that of ordinary humans.
"Listen to me. Take out your phone and call the police and tell them about this place. Quickly," Clark said, changing his voice to sound more stern.
"Okay, okay, I'll call them."
He took out his phone from his pocket and called the police, speaking to them while crying.
He finished the call and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the pain would end, but Clark hit him hard on the head with the gun. Mr. Wren felt dizzy and in pain, and everything around him was spinning violently, and then he fell to the ground.
Clark took the bag and went to Smallville.
"I'm not stealing it; it's war spoils, heh."
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After Clark left, Morgan Edge woke up and began trying to stand on his feet. He felt dizzy, but he knew that if he stayed here, he would lose a lot. Fortunately, the blood coming from him was little, but the pain was unbearable.
"Ah... ah, huff... foo."
He was breathing heavily as he moved. He saw things spinning and moving, but he resisted this feeling and headed towards the car. After attempts to avoid falling to the ground, he finally managed to approach the car, get in, and start moving.
After Morgan Edge left the scene, the police cars arrived.