American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

[Negative emotions from Deathstroke: +100.+100…]

It was as if a forklift had run over a ruined road.

There are potholes in the dirt of varying depths.

The fallen trees on the roadside were leaning crookedly, their broken branches were burning with flames, and smelly black smoke was floating.

On top of the ruins, a figure straightened his chest and was bathed in the glow of the setting sun, in stark contrast to the slumped figure not far away.

His internal organs were burning with pain, but these pains were far incomparable to the sadness in his heart.

Deathstroke was sure that if someone had told him five years ago that he would be coerced into taking a multiple-choice question by a young man who was probably in his early twenties, then he would have laughed at that person before telling him his name.

However, reality is far more absurd than imagination.

Dead or Alive.

It's a matter of choice.

After witnessing the boy's terrifying power and ability, Deathstroke no longer doubted that the other party was really capable of killing him.

So, what should your choice be?

The atmosphere was as silent as ice, and the middle-aged man glanced at his friend Dongqing.

Are you afraid of death?

In fact, I wasn't that scared. Once I decided to become a mercenary, I was already prepared to die in a certain mission.

But Dongqing was different. Before he decided to become a mercenary, he left his high-paying job in the army to follow him without hesitation.

The kindness of acquaintance, brotherly loyalty, and then thinking of Dongqing's two children, Deathstroke stared at Jino tightly, and slowly uttered two words from his clenched teeth: "It is my honor to serve you."

Geno was not surprised by Deathstroke's choice.

"So."

The young man snapped his fingers, the air at his fingertips burned, and the ancient sheepskin contract composed of heavenly magic fell into his hands. He slowly walked towards the death knell and threw the contract text at the man's feet: "Sign it."

This miraculous scene once again shocked Deathstroke.

The clauses on the parchment can be called a Nico contract. Every clause is harsh and severe. It would be an exaggeration to describe it as a contract of betrayal.

But for his friend, for the brotherhood, Death Knell, this iron-clad man still bit his finger and signed his name on the parchment.

With the dazzling white light exploding from the parchment, swallowing and drowning the death knell, announcing the establishment of the contract.

"Oh!"

The car door slammed shut, the ignition clutch was put into gear and the accelerator was smoothly completed.

As the off-road vehicle rushed out of the ditch and sped down the country road, Deathstroke, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slowly spoke: "Holly, tell your employer that the mission failed, and block our employer."

The man looked deeply at the "Welcome to the Buttered Corn Capital of the World" sign passing by outside the window, and said in a faint voice: "From today on, any tasks related to the small town of Smallville will be rejected."

"I understand." Dongqing sighed, holding the steering wheel with one hand and shifting into fifth gear to accelerate.

The woman who can turn into a giant wolf, and the boy who is like a god.

All of this is like a nightmare, just urging Holly and Deathstroke to escape from this outrageous town.

at the same time.

On the abandoned road, two hands held each other.

"I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed."

Gino teased with a smile, and pulled Clark up from the dirt with a bruised nose and face.

Clark smiled bitterly and rubbed his sore cheek: "I didn't expect that I would be beaten so hard..."

"Honestly," Clark paused: "It was only after I lost my ability that I realized that I should learn some fighting techniques."

"Lost ability?" Jino frowned slightly: "Why did you suddenly lose your ability?"

"I don't know, I just suddenly felt weak, as if my body was hollowed out."

While talking, Clark told Geno what happened to him and the spacecraft that suddenly lost control.

"So," Jino frowned: "The light waves emitted, or something caused you to lose your ability."

"But this is not a bad thing. At least, he made me realize my shortcomings." The optimistic Clark smiled.

"If you want to learn." Jino helped Clark and walked towards the unconscious Kayla: "I recommend you to learn Wing Chun."

Well, is Wing Chun limited edition Clark okay?

Thinking of Clark suddenly pulling out Wing Chun when fighting Darkseid in the future, I had an inexplicable urge to laugh.

The two walked to Keira.

"There's still one breath left, she's not dead." Gino glanced at Keira. Although she had lost a lot of blood, the girl's heart was beating.

"It's okay." After finding out that the girl was fine, Clark's expression became much more relaxed. He was used to taking all the responsibilities on himself.

"Let's go, take this girl to the hospital first." Gino let go of Clark, leaned down and picked up the unconscious Kayla.

.........

Small town hospital.

The corridor smelled of disinfectant.

Some patients wearing hospital gowns moved around with the help of doctors.

Lana is discussing with Chloe the direction of the development of Chloe's newspaper.

"Lana, help me." Clark's voice sounded.

The two women looked up.

At the corner of the corridor not far away, Gino was walking towards the two of them with a girl in his arms. The nurses rushed into the emergency room holding medical equipment, followed by Clark, who had a bruised nose and face.

"Oh my God!"

Looking at the miserable Clark, Lana's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell down her eyes: "What happened!?"

Although she had a conflict with Clark, the girl couldn't help but worry when she saw Clark was injured.

After sending the unconscious Kayla to the emergency room, Gino smiled and patted Clark on the shoulder: "Of course Clark was beaten."

"Come on, I'll take you to the infirmary!" Lana reached out, grabbed Clark's arm and rushed towards the corner corridor.

The two left, and only Gino and Chloe were left here.

"What a troublesome day." Gino sighed and sat on a chair in the corridor.

"Well, it's been a long day indeed." Chloe glanced at Gino with a strange expression and fell silent again.

Sometimes, she really felt that there was an invisible but real "high wall" between herself and the boy. Just like what happened just now, Jino obviously would not tell her the truth.

Silently watching the boy's profile, Chloe sighed softly and played with her fingers out of boredom. She felt that maybe she should give up her love for Gino.

"Kino!"

Without waiting for too long, Clark, who had a thick bandage on his face, trotted over and grabbed Gino without any explanation: "I forgot to leave... uh, something important in the jungle."

Clark looked anxious. Apparently, Keira's incident had disturbed his thoughts and made him forget that the spaceship was still in the dense forest.

With that said, Clark dragged Gino out of the corridor, leaving only Chloe sitting on the chair with a helpless look.

"It's still the same as before."

The girl sighed and stood up, planning to go downstairs to talk to Lana.