American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

In the early days of Keno's arrival in Brooklyn.

Germany.

An unknown dense forest.

In the gloomy weather, the tiny drizzle falling from the dark clouds wetted the soil, leaving one small puddle after another in the pitted mud.

The high gray-white wall made of cement towers into the clouds, and the cold and sharp barbed wires are intertwined and twisted to form a solid and insurmountable protection.

Sentry towers are arranged in all directions of the mud wall, and on top of the towers, soldiers wearing blue and black military uniforms and helmets watch expressionlessly.

From under the high wall.

German-style houses are located here. If you ignore the iron mesh fence in front of the houses, it may give people the illusion that this is a tourist destination.

Countless people in ragged or even half-clothed clothes were walking in an orderly manner in the open-air prison here. Even though the gray rain was hitting their bodies and washing away their bodies, their eyes were still dull, and they were just numbly following the march of the large army.

Dullness, depression, and numbness are the gray melody of this open-air prison.

It seems that death may be the only relief here.

"Snapped!"

An elderly woman fell down and fell into the mud. She stretched out her hands in panic to seek help from her companions, but all she got in exchange was a pair of cold and heartless eyes.

In such a place, no one dares to show the few kindnesses in his heart. The Holy Mother and the noble ones are already dead, and the only ones who survive are the ruthless and despicable ones.

"Wow~"

Neat steps sounded behind them, and listening to the sound of military boots stepping on the rain, the old woman's eyes became even more desperate.

Two German soldiers walked up to the old woman, and one of them took off the MP36 submachine gun he was carrying behind him.

In this prison, if you fall behind, you will die.

Aim for the back.

"Da da da~"

Water droplets hit the hot barrel and white smoke evaporated.

As the German soldiers put away their guns, it represented the end of the old woman's life.

The floral linen skirt was soaked with blood, and the rain soaked the clothes, causing the blood to spread all over the back.

The eyes that were open with eyes open were full of defeat and resentment, and the direction those eyes were looking at was the crowd of his compatriots.

In the crowd, a thin little boy looked timidly at the old woman's wide eyes until his father reached out to block the boy's sight.

"Eric, stop looking."

The boy pursed his lips and closed his eyes in silence.

People die every day, and Eric doesn't know if he will be next.

He slowly raised his head and looked through the rain at a two-story building outside the isolation fence. A senior official in military uniform was standing there with his hands behind his back, watching everything with interest.

That is undoubtedly the master of this base, and also the devil in everyone's heart.

until.

"boom!"

As if the star god was angry with the stars cast from the sky, a violent trembling sound made the air vibrate.

People raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

A meteorite with a trail of flames seemed to pierce the rain curtain, carrying a circular air wave to break through the surrounding air, and suddenly bombarded the dense forest in the distance.

"boom!"

The explosion lifted up the soil, broke the tree trunks, and shattered branches and leaves. The wave generated by the explosion spread out around the meteorite.

Young Eric hid behind his father. He stared at the officers on the tall building. He saw the air wave shattering the glass, the officer's cap flying off, and the officer falling to the ground in a panic.

The shock wave of fear only lasted for a few seconds before stopping, and was replaced by a sharp and piercing siren over the camp.

The soldiers shouted "enemy attack" loudly in German. Each one held a firearm and rushed towards the dense forest under the leadership of the commander, intending to explore the place where the meteorite fell.

They passed through the dense forest and crossed the creek until they ran into a deep pit that emanated thick black smoke.

A brave German soldier stuck his head out, and soon there was a cry of panic: "Inform the commander quickly, a man fell from the sky!"

The messenger reported the news, and not long after, a tall man with glasses and a alias named Klaus Schmidt came in a hurry.

He ran so fast that he lost one of his military boots.

This funny scene should have made the soldiers laugh secretly, but no one dared to make a sound. Its cruel behavior towards the people in the camp even frightened these soldiers.

Schmidt stood in front of the pothole and reached out to take off his glasses that were stained with water drops. He wiped his face and stood on tiptoes to look at the pothole.

From inside the pit, a young man with a bare shirt and a tall, perfect figure fell into a coma with his eyes closed.

There seemed to be some red marks on the skin due to friction through the atmosphere.

"Kacha~"

Schmidt's lieutenant loaded the gun silently and asked the man with his eyes whether to fire.

"No, you can't shoot!"

Schmidt grabbed the pistol and looked at Clark in the pit, with a flash of greed in his eyes.

"Wow!"

The man's butt scraped against the ground and slid down the pothole. He rolled and crawled towards Clark. He reached out his hand and pressed his strong chest obsessively, and said in admiration: "This thing is a gift from God. How can you shoot it?"

As he spoke, the man took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed it viciously in the chest.

"Kacha!"

The well-made and expensive dagger stabbed the skin like a stone, unable to cause any harm.

Schmidt exerted force again, and the next moment, the blade broke, but the man's face became more and more fanatical.

"This is God's gift to me!"

He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to get down into the pit. He looked at Clark's sleeping face and chuckled: "Bring him back to the camp!"

.....

Clark didn't know how long he had slept, and it seemed like a strange dream.

In his dream, he dreamed that he had killed many people and was covered in blood.

The dream was so clear that Clark's heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid.

"what!"

After a period of heavy breathing, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, his upper body straightened up, his eyes full of fear.

"W-where am I?"

After calming down his breathing a little, Clark looked around with doubtful eyes.

There are clean white sheets and a small single bed placed not far away, surrounded by simple wallpaper.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

An iron door built into the wall was the only exit from the house.

Clark frowned slightly.

He seemed to be in a strange place, but shouldn't he be in a small town hospital? Why did it suddenly appear here?

"Kacha~"

Before Clark could think clearly about what happened, the iron door opened, and two soldiers with live ammunition walked into the room, standing on the left and right sides of the room, one behind the other, holding steel guns.

Looking at the military uniforms on the two men, the expression on Clark's face became even more confused.

Why are these two wearing the uniforms of the Mustache Forces from World War II? Did he sleep and come to Hollywood?

"This gentleman."

A man wearing glasses walked into the room with a smile. He looked at Clark and Clark looked at him.

When their eyes met, the man took the lead and extended his hand with a smile: "My name is Dr. Klaus Schmidt. Welcome to Germany."

Clark:!