American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

Noon.

Jesse was still sitting at the bar counter, his chin supported by one hand, and with the other hand he was boredly turning the ice cubes in the glass with his fingers.

It was another day of drunkenness and dreams, and he always thought that his life would be like this.

Just be a fake and unqualified missionary and wait for death, that's it.

Neither good nor bad?

As I was thinking this, the door of the bar was pushed open again.

"A glass of whiskey and a glass of milk."

The owner of the voice sounded somewhat young, and Jesse glanced up casually.

A tall young man wearing a Wild West-era cowboy hat walked into the bar.

It has to be said that even Jesse, who likes to give everyone the middle finger, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this boy.

The reason is simple, this guy is so handsome.

The young man sat next to Jesse, staring at him with a faint smile on his face.

At the same time, Jesse suddenly found that his body was shaking wildly and uncontrollably.

At the same time, there seemed to be a voice in his heart urging him to escape from here.

Jesse felt puzzled. He found himself very scared of this young man whom he had only met once.

It seemed as if the other person had some energy that he was afraid of, but, he looked like just an ordinary human being?

"Good evening, I'll buy you a drink."

Looking at the drink handed to him by the young man, Jesse didn't hesitate, raised his eyebrows, and drank the wine in the glass.

"Jesse."

"Peter."

The bartender brought the drinks, and the boy pushed the full bottle of whiskey to Jesse, while he picked up the milk and took a big sip.

The action of buying milk in the bar made Jesse even more puzzled. He thought that this guy was really an interesting person, oh no, it would be more appropriate to say that he was a weird one.

"Hey, what did I see?"

It seems like wherever you go there are some nasty bugs and rotten people around.

After seeing the young man order a glass of milk in the bar, several thugs at the next table laughed mockingly.

"Kid, a bar is a place to drink, not a place for you to suck milk!"

"If I were you, you'd better be smart, put down that glass of milk, and get out of here!"

It seems that alcohol always paralyzes people's thinking, making them more chaotic and angry.

Several people at the next table stood up with malicious looks on their faces and grim smiles.

"Hey, what's it to you what he drinks?"

Jesse was a little unhappy. Although they had just met, just because the other party treated him to drinks, there was no way he would let these trash touch his new friend.

"Jesse, this is none of your fucking business, don't get involved!"

"Sorry, as a missionary, I like to meddle in other people's business." Jesse rubbed his neck with a defiant look on his face.

The battle started quickly, and Jesse showed his arrogant nature as he fought against four enemies alone.

He used left hooks, right hooks, and coordinated his footwork, and soon defeated several people without being able to defend themselves.

"That's it?"

After knocking down one man with the last punch, Jesse smiled disdainfully.

What level? You are not qualified to fight with Jesse.

"You should run home crying and ask your mother for milk!"

Jesse laughed and shook his head jokingly.

However, after hearing his words, the four people who were originally lying on the ground wailing immediately stood up from the ground as if they were energized, and then rushed out of the tavern like crazy.

“???” Jesse looked confused. Why were these guys running so fast?

This was not the first day he had fought with this group of people, but today it was as if these people had something important to do at home for them to do.

"Tsk tsk, you have accomplished a feat once again without knowing it."

On the other side, the boy who called himself Peter also finished drinking the milk, his eyes under his golden hair were full of mockery.

"What do you mean?"

Jesse was a little confused.

The other party did not speak directly, but said with a hint of meaning:

"Perhaps you could ask the people around you how Mr. Ron, who prayed to you this morning, is doing."

Jesse scratched his head, then approached the nearest well-informed man to ask.

But the result shocked Jesse.

"You mean Ron? I don't know what went wrong with that guy this morning. He ran home, got a fruit knife, opened his chest, ripped out his heart and gave it to his mother."

"His mother was completely shocked after witnessing this horrific scene."

The man at the table shook his head with emotion: "Maybe it's just another poor guy who took too many drugs."

"what?"

After listening to the man's story, Jesse looked confused.

Open your heart?

"What does this have to do with me?" Jesse looked at the boy in confusion, trying to get some inspiration from him.

"Have you forgotten?" The blond boy smiled, "He asked you for advice this morning, and you suggested that he open up and talk to his mother."

"And he did as you suggested."

Listening to the other party's story, Jesse couldn't help but widen his eyes, but quickly shook his head: "This is unrealistic. I'm not God who will do whatever he says."

"Oh, although you are not, the power in you allows you to do this."

The other party smiled and looked at the skeptical Jesse and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it and you will know if what I said is true."

"Okay then." Jesse looked at the boy and said, "Stand up and dance for me!"

There was no reaction. The boy still looked calm and was not affected by Jesse at all.

"See, I told you it didn't work, and you lied to me again!" Jesse widened his eyes and looked a little ugly.

He didn't expect that he actually believed the other party's crazy words.

"Is there a possibility?" The young man pinched his chin and smiled: "I am actually much stronger than the thing in your body, so it has no authority to control me."

"Powerful? Who are you?" Jesse frowned.

“That’s a good question, but I’ll give it to you to understand more easily.”

"You can think of me as Lucifer."

"Lucifer? Son of the Morning Star, the first dragon to ever live, the first man under God?"

Although he was only a half-baked missionary, Jesse had read the Bible a lot, so he naturally knew who Lucifer was.

"So you change someone else."

Jesse nodded, looked at the bartender behind the bar, and whispered, "Please buy me three glasses of whiskey."

It was no different from normal conversation, but the security guard's pupils contracted subconsciously, and then he brought three glasses of whiskey in front of Jesse's shocked eyes.

He didn't know how he took the drinks and drank them all in one gulp, but the man could feel his heartbeat gradually quickening and his breathing becoming heavier.

It turns out what the other party said was true!