American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

"Batman, what do you think?"

In the messy hall, Gordon looked solemn.

"This robbery is extraordinary. According to statistics, the kidnappers only used a few seconds to transfer hundreds of thousands of dollars."

"This is a super-powered criminal."

Batman gave a conclusion calmly. He flicked his cape and made a hunting sound, then stepped towards the fist mark.

"It's crazy."

Gordon sighed. So far, he could only accept the reality that there are super powers in this world.

Batman ignored Gordon's complaints. He stared at the fist marks on the wall, reached out and touched his belt, holding a strange-looking firearm in his hand.

"Drip~"

A metal device similar to a barcode scanner projects an infrared scan.

Immediately, a complete fist component diagram appeared on the instrument screen.

Batman pulled the corners of his mouth down, showing the classic bat expression of "doubt".

"The robber is 16 meters tall and his age is estimated to be around 17- years old due to his skeletal development."

"Strong and tall."

Batman pursed his lips. The criminal's physical characteristics did not match the two mysterious men he had concluded. The mysterious man was several centimeters taller.

"Known to possess extreme speed and super skin defense capabilities."

This is undoubtedly a tough opponent.

"Then what are you going to do?" Gordon pushed up his glasses and asked.

"Don't get involved in this." Batman said with a cold face, pulling out the hook gun from his belt.

"Wait! I'm a police officer, I'm supposed to"

Gordon opened his mouth to stay. He could hear that Batman was considering his safety, but his mission as a police officer prevented Gordon from staying away.

However, he could only see Batman shooting the hook and flying to the top, and then disappeared like a black cloud.

Standing on the highest point of the rooftop of the Wayne Bank Building, Batman stared down at Gotham City below him. The night wind blew through the gaps in his armor, making a ghostly whistling sound.

Batman whispered:

"Afu, call for surveillance in the hall and surrounding streets."

After experiencing the experience of being beaten by a mysterious masked man, Bruce spent a huge amount of money to upgrade the surveillance in hidden corners of Gotham to record high-definition and lossless images.

Soon, countless video frames popped up under the Bat's eye mask. Most people would be dazzled by these numerous images, but Batman was able to accurately identify the video frames he was thinking of.

"Retrieve the video outside the bank building and the video footage inside the bank."

"Zi~"

The sound of electricity flashed, and soon, the numerous pictures were removed, leaving only two pictures under Bruce's eyes.

"Set the time to one hour ago."

The screen starts to play backwards.

People walking outside the bank, customers doing business inside the bank.

Until, a guy with a red hood breaks into Batman's field of vision.

"Afu, pause, zoom in!"

The video freezes and the screen zooms in.

Soon, Batman saw a piece of newspaper held in Red Mask's hand.

Batman curled his lips slightly: "This is the clue."

"Wow!"

Batman lifted up his wide black cape, and like the god of death falling from the sky in the dark night, he jumped towards Gotham at his feet.

Luther Castle.

"Om~"

The expensive off-road vehicle roared and roared, kicking up large amounts of dust. The wheels spun and stopped firmly in front of the iron gate of the castle with a graceful and beautiful drifting motion.

The car door opened, and Clark, wearing expensive sunglasses, an expensive black windbreaker and black pants, stepped out of the off-road vehicle.

After taking out the heavy sack from the trunk, Clark whistled and walked towards the castle.

The old housekeeper had already opened the iron door.

"Welcome, Mr. Clark, the young master is enjoying breakfast."

"Take me there, I haven't had breakfast either." Clark smiled and patted the old butler on the shoulder. He was in a good mood. After all, he had just robbed hundreds of thousands of dollars from Wayne Bank.

Although he could not take away so much at one time, Clark hid it in a secret place and then returned to the town of Smallville with part of the money.

Walking into the luxurious hall and looking at the shocking classical architectural style, Clark shook his head in admiration: "Seriously, I will build my own house like this in the future."

Kino was sitting on a chair drinking milk, and two pretty and tall maids were gently squeezing Kino's shoulders with their soft palms.

Seeing Clark walking in, Jino raised his eyebrows, with a different look in his eyes.

The young man looked at Clark with a smile on his face: "How was your trip to Gotham?"

"Fortunately, I made some small money." Clark smiled "evilly" and dropped the sack in his hand rather pretentiously.

The bag opened, and a large pile of Franklins slid down the bag.

"I'll give you the extra as a gift. Who made us friends?"

Gino smiled playfully, supported his chin with his hands, stared at Clark with interest and said, "Wow, it seems our Clark has become a millionaire?"

Glancing at the ring on the finger, Gino pointed out: "But, have you ever heard of the masked vigilante in Gotham City, a guy named Batman?"

"Batman?" Clark sneered and snorted from his nostrils: "A pathetic character who likes to dress up like Zorro."

"What can ordinary people do with their strength? Jino." Clark took the milk handed by the maid and drank it in one gulp, his eyes flashing with fanaticism: "Do you remember what you once told me? Wolves and dogs are the same. different."

"The future belongs to people like us!"

“The future belongs to people like us.”

In the cold and dim Bat Cave, countless bats with their heads tucked into their wings live in the cave above their heads. In the dark night, the eyes of this small animal flash with red light, making it look strange and mysterious.

Bruce sank into a chair and watched dozens of robot arms assembling a huge steel armor. He took a sip of coffee and looked calm.

This is the armor that he started to prepare after fighting the mysterious man. It is a fusion of promethium metal and mithril to make it extremely strong. A booster is installed inside to make up for the armor's speed.

"Master Bruce."

Butler Afu walked into the Batcave with his hands behind his back: "Are you sure?"

"That's right, Alfred." Bruce turned the recliner so that he faced the computer screen above his head. An analysis of the newspaper's fingerprints was displayed on it, and the results showed that the owner of the fingerprints was a student from Smallville High School in Kansas. A high school student named Clark Kent.

Afu followed Bruce's gaze and stared at the screen: "So what are you going to do?"

"He's not evil at heart, he's just blinded by material things."

Bruce held his chin with his hands, stared at Clark's young file photo on the screen, and said quietly: "I plan to guide him on the right track."

Judging from the fact that the other party only knocked out the security guard instead of directly killing him, this person might still be able to be saved.

Ah Fu said the worst possible outcome: "What if he doesn't want to?"

Bruce stood up. Batman always has countless plans. His eyes looked at the robot suit behind him: "Then use force to convince him!"

"Now, book me a ticket to Kansas."

Afu nodded: "So, Master Bruce, in what name?"

"Investment." Bruce didn't want to go back: "Go in the name of investment."

He was curious, what was so special about this town that could breed a human as powerful as Clark?