American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

Running in the wilderness, the wind howls in my ears.

The wheat ears swayed in the wind, and a figure stood in front of the big tree as if he appeared out of thin air. Without saying a word, he raised his fist and suddenly waved it out.

"Oh!"

A thick old tree that was decades old became a tool for Clark to vent his anger.

The rough bark and the heart of the tree were shattered by a punch, leaving a fist-sized hole.

"Preach, preach!" Clark kept waving his fist, so fast that it turned into an afterimage, causing the empty shadow to roar.

"Still preaching, what on earth am I going to do?"

"Only to satisfy them!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Continuous punches were struck on the poor old tree until the tree could no longer bear it, and the broken branches let out a "whining".

"Boom!"

Dusk turns the earth golden.

The trees fell to the ground with a roar, causing the birds in the forest to scatter.

Clark gasped for air and felt great now that he had vented his anger.

Picking up the wine barrel on the weed pile, Clark took a big gulp of the wine barrel.

Feel the spicy alcohol exploding on your taste buds and pouring down your esophagus into your stomach.

The drink that Gino gave Clark was obviously very strange, and Clark soon became drunk and hazy.

"Puff~"

Clark sat down on the grass.

Unlike others, Clark tends to have random thoughts when he is drunk.

He thought of Lana, then of Teacher Akins' perfect and attractive figure, and then, en, shamefully, of Jesse's smooth belly this morning.

A hot feeling rose from his belly, like a burning flame.

His eyes were slightly warm, with a hint of sourness.

Clark closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes.

He felt a little uncomfortable.

He put down his hands and opened his eyes again. The next moment, a wave of scorching hot air surged out of his eyes, and then condensed into a blood-red beam due to the extreme high temperature.

"Buzz!"

The dazzling heat vision surged and suddenly hit another old tree. In just an instant, the terrifying temperature ignited the big tree, and the flames spread and burned at an extremely fast speed.

Clark fell to the ground, he couldn't believe his eyes:

"What, what's going on?"

My own eyes seem to be able to emit some kind of energy?

Clark staggered to his feet and walked toward the charred trees.

Looking at the burn marks on the tree, Clark was convinced that after possessing the body of steel, he once again had additional superpowers.

"Whoo~"

The howling autumn wind picked up a newspaper and fell from the clouds.

Clark glanced at the newspaper. On the front page was a photo of a man: "Bruce Wayne in Gotham City plans to spend huge sums of money to improve the people's livelihood in Gotham."

"Gotham? What's there to save the trash in that sin city?"

Clark scoffed and was about to leave but stopped.

Thinking of his newly awakened superpower and his poor family, a bold idea grew in his heart.

"Bruce Wayne." Clark picked up the newspaper on the ground and looked at the handsome man with a "butt" chin: "There is no point in giving this money to those scum."

"Not as good as."

At the same time Clark was thinking about perfecting his plan.

The silent Luther Castle is brightly lit.

Keno walked into the castle.

In the hall at this moment, all the little maids lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

Gino glanced up at the hall.

The original billiard table and the rapiers on the wall disappeared, replaced by mainly black desks and several business elites in suits and ties who were busy.

The entire living room had been changed beyond recognition. The scene here reminded Gino of an office in a metropolitan area.

Lionel was sitting at the desk where Lex had been sitting before. He was wearing sunglasses and directing his elites to do things with an expressionless face.

The old butler still stood beside Lionel with his proper posture, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

Jino looked away, thinking that he should live somewhere else for a while.

Lionel is one of those people who likes to have things his own way, like the autocratic tyrants of old.

And as we grow older, these signs of arbitrary behavior become stronger and even become unbearable.

Gino took steps to return to his room, out of sight and out of mind.

"Om~"

The roar of a sports car sounded outside the house. Gino stopped and looked at the entrance of the castle. The walls in his eyes gradually became transparent and illusory. The young man saw Lex running towards this side in a hurry, and his face was gloomy and ugly.

A fight is inevitable.

Lex jumped up the steps and rushed into the hall like a gust of wind and fire, shouting at the same time: "Damn it, who made this place like this?"

Lex glanced across the hall, and then locked his eyes on the old guy sitting in his seat, the guy he hated the most: Lionel.

"Oh, Lex, you came back very early today. Did you finish your work in the company?"

Lionel tilted his head and pointed his ears in the direction of the sound.

Lex's expression was gloomy: "I'm asking you why you changed my living room without permission."

Lionel shrugged: "Then what should I say? I'm sorry?"

"But can you take pity on me, an old blind man?"

"Also." Lionel paused: "Your taste is really bad."

Looking at Lex who was blushing with anger, Gino laughed in his heart, but he had no intention of getting involved in the fight and walked back to his room.

As soon as I lay down on the large bed, my phone rang.

The message was sent by Thalia. The woman said that Lei Xiaogu had recovered and would soon go to Gotham City to seek revenge on the mysterious man.

Since Lei Xiaogu was defeated by Jino last time, he fled back to Alcatraz Island in embarrassment.

It was not like he had never asked Thalia about the identity of the mysterious person, but the woman's insistence that she didn't know left Lei Xiaogu helpless.

Coupled with Lei Xiaogu's inner pride, he was determined to take revenge on Gotham City again.

"interesting."

Kino flicked his phone, and the second message was sent by Lana. The girl asked Kino about Clark's status.

The message showed that it had been read, and Gino thought for a moment and ended with "I don't know."

"What a busy day."

Jino dropped his cell phone and was about to lie down to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

"Master Jino, your high school classmates are waiting for you outside the manor."

"Someone is looking for me?"

Jino glanced outside the manor, and his super gift of vision allowed him to see the person clearly.

Clark, wearing a black jacket, was standing outside the manor with his hands in his pockets.

"Why did he come to me?"

Clark stood outside the imposing manor, having perfected his plan in his mind and planning to put it into action.

But there is a real problem before Clark.

If he wanted to go to Gotham, he had to buy a plane ticket, but he didn't have so much money in his pocket, and his annoying poor dad wouldn't finance it.

Who else can I ask for help? Naturally, there is only my friend Gino.

"Clark."

Jino walked out of the manor and looked at the big boy who had found cheap sunglasses from nowhere and put them on his face: "What do you want from me?"

"That's right." Clark explained his purpose to Jino: "I hope you can lend me a fortune."