Superman’s Saiyan little brother

"Someone's targeting us again? Is it because of the Brotherhood? Didn't I leave no clues?" Robert was invigorated upon hearing Clark's telepathic message but soon became puzzled and asked.

"It's not that you left clues; it's that the two assassins left traces that were discovered..." Clark narrated his recent observations through telepathy.

"Wait! What did you say? Talismans? The masked man mentioned talismans? What kind of talismans?" Robert, hearing Clark's narration, suddenly brightened up and asked excitedly.

Robert had been eager to find more clues about talismans ever since he heard about their existence in this world from Kara. After all, he had already designated the Saint Lord, the ultimate boss, as his opponent.

However, for some reason, Kara had been avoiding long conversations with him lately, leaving in a huff, and Robert couldn't find the right opportunity to inquire more about the talismans.

Unexpectedly, just as the saying goes, "After a dark path, one finds a bright village," Robert found news about the talismans through Clark.

"What kind of talisman? He didn't say. Do you know about this talisman?" Clark glanced at the target again but didn't get more information.

"I don't know much, only that there are twelve talismans, corresponding to the twelve zodiac signs, each possessing different powers. Oh, one of the talismans can even shoot lasers from the eyes!" Robert described briefly.

"Oh? Which one?" Clark, now intrigued, asked expectantly.

"Pig!" Robert gave the answer, waiting for Clark's reaction.

"..." Clark's expression darkened, and after a while, he said irritably, "You should be on your way. This trip is a bit far!"

"Cut it out! Kryptonians really do think differently from ordinary people!" Robert grumbled, then with a flash, he flew into the sky, "The distance doesn't matter since I can fly!"

"Talking as if others can't fly!" Clark's lips curved up slightly, his tone feigning indifference, "How about we race some day to see who's faster?"

"You can fly now?" Robert was taken aback, quickly changing the subject, "Your cousin Kara can't fly yet! Well, she probably can't, otherwise she would have flown away before..."

"Achoo!" Meanwhile, Kara sneezed, her eyes filled with confusion. She had never caught a cold before; why would she sneeze?

"Wait! Come back, don't rush off!" Clark, who was navigating for Robert, suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called him back, "You can't just go over like this. The previous textile factory was in a secluded location, so besides its workers, no one else would notice you..."

"But this time is different. This time it's in a place like New York. If you're accidentally seen, it would be more troublesome than not dealing with that target. It's better not to go and wait for them to send someone over!"

"This..." Robert scratched his head, finding Clark's reasoning sound for once. It was rare for Clark to agree with him on attacking the enemy outside. If Robert was discovered, causing more trouble, it would indeed be counterproductive. "What should I do then? Disguise myself? Or wear a mask?"

But Robert was truly stumped by this question. He hadn't learned the art of disguise from Master Roshi, nor had he mastered the transformation techniques of Oolong and Puar.

"I have a good idea! I've discovered some peculiar people, and their solution fits you well!" Clark said as he returned home, quickly rummaging through something with a smile. Soon, a jacket with a mask was in Clark's hands.

"What's the good method?" Robert, floating mid-air, blinked, waiting for Clark's reply, only to feel Clark's presence flying towards him. Then, Robert's eyes twitched slightly as he stared at the black clothes in Clark's hands, "You're not going to make me wear this ugly thing, are you?"

"What's wrong? Any problem?" Clark detailed the pure black jacket with a hood in front of Robert, "I meticulously crafted this. Are you questioning my craftsmanship?"

"Craftsmanship aside, I absolutely won't wear something so ugly!" Robert stated firmly.

"Then forget it. Let's not go to such a far place. I was actually planning to ask for a few more days off for you..." Clark sighed regretfully, folding the clothes and said softly, "We'll wait for them to send someone over and deal with them then. After all, it's not really good to strike first without them making a move."

"..." Robert fell silent, looking at the clothes in Clark's hands.

In the latter half of the night in New York, a figure flew through the air, dressed entirely in black, even his head covered by a mask, blending completely into the darkness, making it difficult to be spotted.

In the Target Gang, the bloodstains on the ground had already been cleaned up, and the unlucky subordinate's whereabouts were unknown. Despite it being late, Target hadn't rested but was meticulously polishing his unique weapon at the workbench.

Previously, Target could kill ordinary people with just flying petals and leaves, using unexpected items like playing cards and toothpicks as lethal weapons. However, these methods proved ineffective against superhuman entities. Especially Target's next target, the underground emperor Jin Bing, was someone Target had always feared.

"Not enough! Still not enough!" Soon, Target furiously threw all his weapons, knowing they weren't enough to take on Jin Bing.

Just as Target was losing his temper, he noticed something wrong. The lack of reaction from his subordinates outside was odd, given the late hour and Target's known temper; his subordinates wouldn't dare slack or doze off under him.

"Remo!" Instinctively, Target's eyes flashed with caution, retreating to the side while picking up the weapons he had thrown, shouting out loud, "Hmm...no, Remo was already killed by me, Huey...hmm?!"

As soon as Target finished speaking, he saw a figure in a mask and entirely black clothes enter. Seeing this figure, Target was momentarily stunned because, aside from not having the same target pattern on the head as his, the style was exactly the same as his.

"Are you impersonating me?!" Misunderstanding the situation, Target immediately became enraged, launching several silvery lights from his body towards the intruder, "Are you Jin Bing's replacement for me? Thinking you can replace me so easily?!"

Thank you to all readers for your support, seeking follows, favorites, and all kinds of votes~ Lately, there's been a lot of advertising. I'm really fed up with these tactics, attacking at all hours.