American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

"Thank you for taking me home."

Lana was walking on the forest path with her hands behind her back, a smile on her face.

"No, you're welcome." Clark scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Today after school, he didn't stay at the club to clean up. Instead, he went to the small town where Lana worked to help.

The two of them walked side by side, and Clark felt that it felt great.

However, like a story that will end sooner or later, after walking through the dense forest, a two-story villa with lights appeared in their sight.

"Okay, my house is here." Lana took a few steps forward, turned around and looked at Clark, and said with some embarrassment: "Originally, I wanted to invite you to my house as a guest, but my aunt is very angry about the house being smashed. She recently very angry…"

"I know."

Clark scratched his cheek thoughtfully and pointed to his farm not far away: "Well, good night."

Lana smiled and waved:

"Good night."

Clark watched the girl leave, feeling as if he had eaten a piece of honey. The boy turned around and ran towards his home with a happy smile on his face.

"Oh!"

Before Clark could run home, a terrifying explosion exploded, and the huge sound enveloped the entire town, as terrifying as roaring thunder.

"That is!"

Clark looked along the place where the sound came from, and saw orange-red jumping flames and thick smoke igniting half of the sky.

"Whoosh!"

Clark did not hesitate and ran towards the direction of the fire.

Like an afterimage, Clark rushed to the fire scene easily.

"Crack!"

On the highway, the overturned oil tanker was caught in the scalding flames, and the surrounding trees were also ignited by the flames. If no one controls it, the nearby woods will be engulfed in flames.

"I have to stop this disaster."

Clark looked solemn and used his super speed to search for a fire extinguisher in nearby residents' homes.

He was carrying a fire extinguisher and running back and forth at the fire scene.

Under the terrifying speed, only an afterimage could be seen, constantly looking for fire extinguishers and oil tankers going back and forth around the town, and the fire was also constantly weakening.

"Pfft!"

Another can of fire extinguisher was poured down, and the burning flame was finally extinguished.

"Hoohoo."

Clark gasped for air, wiping sweat from his face.

"this."

Clark looked around and soon saw two charred mummies in the charred ruins.

Dehydrated, the two corpses were like two burnt sticks. Clark could not see the cause of their deaths and could only attribute them to natural disasters.

"They're dead."

Clark looked at the two corpses with some guilt: "If only I were nearby, I could save them."

The sound of police sirens not far away interrupted Clark's thoughts.

The boy knew he couldn't stay here. He sighed deeply, turned around and ran away.

Clark crossed the street, skirting around oncoming police cars, until he saw an unexpected figure walking down the road at breakneck speed.

With his tall figure and that dashing temperament, Clark frowned slightly, with some bad guesses in his heart.

"Kino!"

Clark called out the man's name.

Jino was walking on the road, and when he heard Clark's voice, he had a look of helplessness on his face.

He had just thrown Watt into the oil tanker for "charcoal grilling" when Clark noticed the fire coming?

Clark rubbed his hair and said in an unnatural tone: "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

He was a little worried that the fire was caused by Jino, but he believed that Jino had a reason.

After listening to Clark's words, Gino sneered. Clark's rhetoric was too immature.

Sighing, Jino pointed at the night sky above his head: "Me? I'm here for a walk watching the stars."

In a small town without industrial pollution, many bright stars shine brightly.

"Then, did you see the fire just now?" Clark looked solemn: "Two people were burned to death."

"What does that have to do with me?" Gino glanced at Clark and said as he walked: "Remember I told you on the first day of school, Clark, I don't like to meddle in other people's business. If I do, it proves my mood. good."

This was of course a lie. Gino just wanted to send Clark away. Otherwise, if Clark knew that Watt was killed by him, the guy would have to preach a lot of nonsense.

So, sometimes it doesn't matter what the truth is, only lies can satisfy both parties.

Listening to Jino's words, Clark looked at Jino suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"Believe it or not, it's time for me to go home." Gino waved his hand, not wanting to argue with Clark.

"Shh!"

Clark looked at Jino, who had turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the night, with thoughtful eyes.

"What is the truth?"

........................

Luther Castle.

As soon as Jino walked to the dark and huge iron gate of the castle, he saw several Rolls-Royce cars parked on the lawn inside the gate.

Glancing at the license plate from Metropolis on the back of the car, Gino couldn't help but smile playfully: "Wow, it looks like someone is going to be unlucky."

"Master."

The old housekeeper opened the iron door for Jino: "The master is in the hall."

"Well, Lex might not be in a good mood tonight."

Gino smiled, his cheap brother and Lionel had different personalities.

Simply put, when two extremely opinionated guys come together, it can only be a disaster.

Before he reached the living room, Jino heard the sound of iron swords clashing inside.

Walking into the hall, two figures wearing protective gear were having a heated exchange.

As the frequency of stabbing sword strikes continued to increase, soon the figure on the right became difficult to parry, which gave the opponent an opportunity.

"Oh!"

The stabbing sword pressed down on the other stabbing sword and thrust forward suddenly along the blade.

The headless sword was pressed against the throat of the figure on the right, and a cold snort came from under the winner's mask.

"Heh, it looks like you have a lot to learn."

Lionel took off his mask, revealing a sullen cheek.

"Bang!" The loser took off his mask and smashed it to the ground angrily. Lex stared coldly at his legal father, silent.

Lionel dropped his bayonet and walked out of the castle, not forgetting to tell Lex: "I want to see you lay off 20% of your employees next week, kid."

Passing by the calm-looking Jino, Lionel glanced at his mysterious little son and said calmly: "Also, you are responsible for monitoring him."

Lionel left with his secretary and assistants, leaving only Lex with a gloomy face.

Jino chuckled and walked straight to the sofa. The maids who dared not breathe quickly brought fruits and milk.

Taking a bite of the crispy apple, Gino raised his eyebrows at Lex and said, "Our loser looks like he's in a bad mood."

"Ha, stupid old man."

Lex took a deep breath, picked up the helmet on the ground, and said with a gloomy look, "Just wait, sooner or later I will let him sincerely praise my career."