American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

"Danger? Joke!"

Tony Stark, the man with the slutty mustache smiled disdainfully. He opened his mouth to say a few harsh words, but thinking of the blond young man that only he could see, he swallowed these harsh words in the end. In the stomach.

"I see."

Somehow, Tony slowly tightened the card in his hand.

Although he is a billionaire and has the best bodyguard team in the world, one more choice also means one more path, right?

Thinking of this, Tony was about to raise his head and ask the other party for more details.

His eyes glanced over the edge of the pool, but there was nothing there.

It seemed as if the boy who appeared before was just his hallucination.

But the cold card in his hand clearly reminded Stark that all this was not an illusion, but a reality.

Early in the morning.

"Dududu~"

The piercing sound of the alarm woke Peter from his deep sleep.

"It's noisy!"

The unkempt boy raised his hand to take a picture.

"boom!"

A violent cracking sound instantly woke Peter up.

The body subconsciously stood up,

"Shh!"

The figure that was originally lying flat on the bed jumped up in an instant, and his hands and feet were glued to the ceiling faster than Peter's brain was running.

"Uh, where am I?"

Peter woke up and opened his eyes blankly, only to see furniture hanging upside down around him.

"Oh Shet!"

Although a little confused after waking up early in the morning, Peter figured out what was going on.

His hands were stuck to the ceiling, and the strong suction pulled Peter so that he could hang with his entire body.

"This is me!"

Peter took a big breath, and as his chest rose and fell, the barbs in his palms slowly retracted, and he lightly jumped over and stepped on the oak board.

"I feel full of power."

Peter looked at his arms excitedly. The originally dry arms were now full of muscles, and the strength contained in every inch of muscle even made Peter want to laugh out loud.

"What Mr. Geno said is true!"

Peter clenched his fists, he actually became a superhero!

No, it should be said to be an extraordinary ability!

"By the way, where is Mr. Geno now?"

Peter Parker took out his cell phone and planned to contact the mysterious and powerful blond boy. He had many questions to ask him.

For example, where did your ability come from?

How to become a superhero?

What do superheroes do?

These questions surrounded him in his heart, making him eager to know the truth, but suddenly he discovered an embarrassing thing.

I don’t seem to have Mr. Keno’s contact number.

Peter scratched his head, reluctantly put on his clothes and walked downstairs.

Like most of the protagonists of the story, Peter, who had no parents since he was a child, has been living in the home of Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

The two old men were kind and kind, and they taught Peter's outlook on life very well.

"Ben, you can no longer work the night shift. The doctor said your blood pressure has reached a dangerous level."

In the living room on the first floor, Aunt Mei, a thin old lady with distressed eyes, held the arm of her husband, a gray-haired old man, and said, "We can't live without you at home."

"I know, Mei, I know my body well."

Uncle Ben, this kind old man smiled and took Aunt May's arm and said, "I just want to save more money for Peter to go to college."

You know, the tuition fees for American college students are not cheap, and many people even take out loans to go to school and are burdened with huge debts.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Peter, who was hiding upstairs, felt sour in his eyes. He knew that he should probably do something for the two old couples who had been working hard to raise him.

"Use my own"

Peter lowered his head thoughtfully and stared at his hands.

Accompanied by the crunching sound of clenched fists, Peter's eyes became firmer: "Power! Do something!"

The boy turned back to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and started searching the local forum by sliding the mouse wheel.

And soon, a prominent recruitment notice hung on the computer screen.

"Boxers will be paid a thousand dollars based on the number of boxing rounds. Those who are able will get more."

"Boxing match." Peter looked down at his hands thoughtfully.

He doesn't know where the limit of his power is, but defeating an adult might be no problem!

late at night.

A large basement near New York's Hell's Kitchen was packed with people coming to watch the game.

They may be plumbers who have just stepped out of the rotting slaughterhouse, or they may be sewer cleaners.

In any case, few people who can appear in this basement can match up with high-end people.

On the stage made of wood, the host in cheap and wrinkled clothes spread his arms and shouted loudly: "Good evening, dear audience friends!"

"Hello mom!"

"Doug son of a bitch, come on and stop talking nonsense!"

These people don't know how to be civilized. They cursed and laughed and urged the host to start quickly.

"Okay, dear viewers."

Known as Doug, the man with a mustache smiled and spread out the white paper in his palm, reading from the script: "The first game will be between the Thunder, which currently holds a three-game winning streak, and the first newcomer, Spider-Man!"

“Place your bets now!”

Following the man's shouting, someone soon walked towards the crowd holding a hood specially used for collecting money.

People threw their swords into the hoods of the players with support written on them.

Obviously there are more pressures on Thunder than on Spider-Boy.

However, there are also smart people who think that the odds are so low and do the opposite and plan to make a fortune by suppressing Spider-Boy.

When everyone dropped their chips, soon, the iron doors on both sides of the underground passage opened, and a tall man wearing a philosophical hood strutted onto the ring.

But his opponent, a slightly thin guy wearing a red mask, walked onto the ring timidly.

The two of them stood on the huge stage, with lights and music flying, and people's shouts making Peter feel a little dazed.

"clang!"

Until the bell rang, Peter was surprised to see his body twisting subconsciously to respond to the roaring iron fist.

"Oh, has the battle started?"

Peter tilted his head, raised his hand and punched his opponent in the cheek.

Of course, this is still a powerful force.

"boom!"

The iron fist hit the strong man's cheek, and the next second the man collapsed like a stiff corpse.

The process from the two fighting to the end didn't even take more than three seconds.

"I, I won?" Peter looked at his fist in surprise, and immediately, his thoughts were interrupted by the roar of curses and cheers from the sidelines.

"Winner, Spider-Boy!"

When the referee raised Peter's right hand, he also announced the winner of the game.

Peter could even see a thousand dollars waving to him.