After a rough night out, Clark returned before dawn, specifically at three in the morning. He entered his room by climbing to the second floor, looking exhausted. He placed the bag under his bed and fell asleep.
In the morning, as the sun was rising, Clark was woken up by his mother to go to kindergarten. It was 7:30 AM, and Clark had slept for no more than four hours, which made him feel tired and sleepy.
"Come on, Clark, wake up! You'll be late," Martha said, shaking Clark's small body.
"Just a little longer, Mom… let me… um… my eyes…" Clark was very sleepy. He had pushed himself hard the night before, so he didn't want to go to kindergarten and play the role of a child. It was boring for him. But Martha, who wanted to take her son to kindergarten, had longed to experience motherhood for a long time. So when the boy came to her from the sky, she couldn't resist trying all the things she had dreamed of doing with him, and one of these things was taking her son to kindergarten or school herself.
Clark woke up after Martha's many attempts and went to the bathroom.
At kindergarten, Clark quickly found something to do after arriving: helping the teacher teach the children some English letters and simple numbers, like counting from one to ten, and other things.
During recess, Clark sat at one of the tables, and Lana sat near him, playing with her stuffed bear. Lana was Clark's only friend now, and although Clark didn't talk much, Lana felt close to him.
While they were sitting, another child approached them.
"Hello, can I sit down?" the child asked, looking nervous and hesitant.
"Who are you?" Clark looked at the small child. The child had fair skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. He was holding a small bag in his hand and seemed anxious.
"My name… is Pete Ross. And you?" he said with a smile.
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At the same time, at the Smallville Police Department,
The officer in charge of investigating the jewel thieves had just come out of the interrogation room. He had spent the entire night questioning the criminals but hadn't been able to extract much information. He wanted to have a cigarette and then go back to interrogate the criminals.
Yesterday, when they arrived at the criminals' location, they found everyone unconscious and tied up, severely beaten. They also found tire tracks. When they began questioning one of the individuals, he said they hadn't seen who attacked them, but that he was very fast and strong. Despite this, no information was given. The stolen jewels were found intact at the criminals' location, so they were returned to their owners.
"But one of the suspects said that the one who attacked them stole a bag containing five million dollars. Hmm, but there's no evidence of that," he muttered, slowly smoking his cigarette and closing his eyes because they were hurting.
"Hello, Officer, my name is Perry White from the Daily Planet. Can I ask you a few questions?"
"The Daily Planet? What's that?"
"Ah, we're a newspaper that reports the truth and looks for different stories to tell." Perry smiled at the officer, extending his hand for a handshake. The officer shook it, muttering, "Reporting the truth, yes."
"So, can I know how you found the criminals' location?"
"We were informed… um, I mean, we tracked the criminals' location through their footprints when they fled and left tracks."
"One last question, Officer. Do you have any information about the person who attacked the criminals and tied them up?"
"What? How do you know?" The officer didn't know how the journalist standing before him had obtained the information, as he hadn't finished the investigation, and this information was still confidential.
"Never mind, Officer. I'll be going now."
"Hey, you…" Perry White continued on his way, smiling, after recording the interview with the officer.
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Meanwhile, Clark sat talking with Pete Ross and Lana Lang. Clark spoke to them and acted like an older brother. In the end, he was much more mentally mature than they were.
After school ended, Clark returned home with his father. Martha greeted them, carrying food and placing it on the table. The family began eating together.
"So, tell me, Clark, how was your day? Did you make any new friends?"
"Hmm?… Yes, yesterday I met a girl named Lana Lang, and today I met a boy named Pete Ross. But I don't know if we're friends yet."
"Heh heh, Clark, maybe in the future you'll be best friends, but you have to treat them well," Jonathan said, looking at his wife and smiling.
"Maybe," Clark said, eating his food. The family continued talking together about different things.
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After lunch, Clark went up to his room. He had locked the door before leaving, not wanting them to find a bag containing five million dollars under his bed. After entering the room, he locked the door, put the key aside, and then bent down towards the bed.
"Okay, let's try this." Clark stopped bending and grabbed the bed with both hands, lifting it effortlessly in a moment. Then, Clark pulled the bag out by dragging it with his foot and put the bed back in place. Clark sat on the floor, holding the bag, and began to open it.
"The old man said the code is 888, yes."
"Click."
The bag opened, and Clark began looking inside. Inside, there was a paper file on top, and money underneath. Clark moved the file aside and quickly counted the money in the bag… After a minute of counting, he found that the money was $4,999,999.
"Is there a dollar missing? No matter, I have $500 plus $10. How much do I have now? $5,000,509, yes." After a simple mental calculation, he had become a millionaire. "But where do I put the money? If it stays at home, I'll be found out quickly. Maybe Mom will clean the room and discover the bag, so it's necessary to find my own secret place."
After finishing counting the money, he took the file and read: "Oh my God, this can't be real."
In the file, it was written:
(Mission: Kidnap General Sam Lane's daughters, Lois Lane and Lucy Lane.
Duration: One month. The person who receives the mission must wait for the General's family on the way…)
The file continued to describe the location of the General's family, the time, and even the method of kidnapping and escape. Clark was astonished, as he had never heard of the kidnapping of the journalist Lois Lane in her childhood.
"Maybe even she doesn't know she was kidnapped as a child."
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