American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

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Lex leaned on a chair, playing with the red kryptonite in his hand with an expression on his face, but his mind was no longer on scientific research.

A week has passed since his brother left, and there has been no news during this period, which makes Lex feel worried.

Bizarro was still watching the cartoon behind him.

The bat monster transformed by Julie is kept in a cage and roars.

Everything seemed to have never changed, except that a certain tall blond boy was missing.

"Da da~"

The sneakers made a crisp sound on the floor. Lex's originally gloomy expression suddenly brightened, but he quickly suppressed his inner excitement.

Through the turned-off computer screen, he saw that familiar figure standing not far away.

Bizarro smiled stupidly and rushed towards the figure but was pushed away.

"My brother, it's been a week since you left."

"Really?" Jino held the red apple he had just brought from the manor, put it to his mouth, took a bite and said with a smile: "But to me it is only one day. It seems that the time of our universe and the outside universe The flow rate is seven times higher."

Lex turned his chair so he could get a better look at Gino.

His brother was still the same, cynical and didn't seem to care about anything.

Lex clasped his hands together, nodded slightly and said, "So, what did you gain this time?"

"What did you gain?" Gino chuckled, and immediately took out a mobile phone from his pocket and pressed it on the computer under Lex's gaze.

As blue current passed by, the next moment, the lights in the entire underground base laboratory went out.

Bizarro's frustrated lament came from the darkness: "There's a power outage, Bizarro is angry!"

Keno snapped his fingers again:

"Singer, turn on the lights."

As the lights flickered, the originally dark underground laboratory became bright again.

"So, is it some kind of artificial intelligence device?" Lex frowned and speculated.

"No, it is the "Singer" of intelligent life on the technological side. My assistant can easily invade any network and private computer on the earth."

Gino snapped his fingers: "Singer, play the footage of Gotham City and look for traces of Batman."

After the words fell, the originally dark screen glowed with light, and soon, the scene of Gotham City was projected on the screen.

In a dirty alley, Bruce Wayne, wearing a bat suit, is running amok against a local evil gang in Gotham, one against ten.

Obviously, after experiencing Gino's "loving teachings", Bruce has made rapid progress, not only his martial arts skills but also his fighting ideas have made a qualitative leap.

Gino snapped his fingers: "Singer, retrieve Clark's computer hard drive."

"We are retrieving it for you." A cold female voice without any emotion sounded, and soon, a long list of video files was listed on the big screen.

Lex looked at the computer screen thoughtfully: "Well, Clark has a very unique taste in bad students and good principals."

"Okay, end the invasion."

Intelligent beings from Cybertron quickly disrupted the attempt to steal Clark's computer files.

Gino looked at Lex and chatted:

"So, what happened while I was gone?"

"The town is still the same." Lex dropped the red kryptonite in his hand and briefly stated: "But recently, Wayne Enterprises sent an exploration team to build a quarry on the western edge."

"Wayne Enterprises?" Gino raised his eyebrows slightly. Maybe the quarry was just a cover. As a severely terminally ill hypochondriac, Bruce's biggest purpose should be to monitor and collect information about Clark.

"But what's interesting is that the construction of the Wayne Enterprises factory is not progressing smoothly." Lex Xin said with joy: "There is a group of Indians living there on the west side, and they do not intend to accept the sky-high compensation offered by Wayne Enterprises. "

"There has been a lot of commotion in the town recently about this matter."

Jino sighed with emotion: "Indians are not easy to deal with."

Speaking of the Indians, Keno's expression was even weirder. As we all know, the original owners of the land in the United States belonged to the Indians, but the shameful Angsa people used various means to decimate the large number of Indians.

This also caused the Indians to be distrustful of the Americans, full of hatred and wariness.

The land on the west side of the town late at night.

Wayne Group's large logo sign hangs on the land.

Excavators, forklifts and heavy trucks are parked on the wasteland.

The person in charge of the factory was standing on the desolate land with drawings in hand, thinking about where to start construction.

With a slight chill on his back, the man turned around in confusion, only to see an old man wearing a traditional Indian feather hat standing behind him with an expressionless expression.

The moment he saw the old man, the person in charge had a headache. He covered his forehead with one hand and complained: "I told you, this land has been approved by the relevant departments to be allocated to us."

"If you want us to evacuate or leave, you should go to the relevant departments to protest!"

The old man stared at the man with firm eyes, shook his head and said: "Our ancestors have lived here for thousands of years. He originally belonged to us. It was you who occupied this land."

"The facts have been made very clear. You are unwilling to accept compensation, so leave me alone and go away! Chief." The project leader impatiently stretched out his hand to push the old Indian man away.

"It's because you don't understand the consequences of doing this!" The old chief took a step forward and reached out to grab the man's neck, slamming him against the barbed wire guardrail.

"So you are threatening me?" The person in charge looked unkind and reached for the mobile phone in his pocket with his other hand.

"No, I'm just an old man, and this is just a friendly reminder that this land belongs to the Indians."

The old man let go of the iron bars, looked deeply at the person in charge, and then turned away.

The cold wind blew in the middle of the night, and the person in charge muttered something crazy and walked towards the tent behind him.

"Shasha~"

The sound coming from the forest stopped the man in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at the dense forest behind him, with an alert look on his face: "Who is there?"

Under the dark night, the only sound was the rustle of the wind blowing through the bushes.

What's even more chilling is that the melodious and ancient mournful wolf howls sounded from all directions.

Fear grew in my heart, and I couldn't stop retreating.

"Wha, what's there!"

The man's eyes were fixed on the bushes.

As the branches and leaves trembled, the earth trembled.

The man watched as a huge white claw slowly poked out of the bushes.

"my Lord."

His mouth was open with a shocked expression.

In the dense forest, a giant silver-white wolf more than ten meters tall was holding its head high in the night. Its long white fur was blowing in the breeze, and it looked heroic.

The brown beast's eyes were fixed on the man, and its limbs were tensed and lowered in a fighting posture.

The huge snow-white tail swayed slightly, and the giant wolf opened its mouth, revealing sharp and sharp white wolf teeth.

"Ouch!"

As the giant wolf ran, the screams of the person in charge of the construction site echoed through the night sky~