American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

a new day.

"So, this is the focus of next week's final exam, and I hope you can give your family a satisfactory answer at the end of June."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Chloe walked out holding a stack of review materials.

Peter and Clark followed Chloe. Xiao Hei scratched his head and turned to look at the empty seats: "So, Gino hasn't come to class today?"

"Yes."

Chloe curled her lips and pointed to the books in her arms with her chin: "These are review materials. I want to send them to Gino."

Peter and Clark looked at each other with ambiguous smiles on their faces.

Chloe was going to find Gino, and Peter could only look at Clark: "Okay, Clark, what are you going to do?"

"Go home and play some video games." Clark was obviously not a good student in reviewing. The older boy pursed his lips and said, "My parents recently traveled to the metropolis, so..."

Peter quickly put his arms around Clark's neck and said, "Great, I'll go with you!"

Black people naturally hate studying, and Pete is no exception. He would rather spend his studying time sleeping!

The three of them parted ways at the school gate. Clark drove the off-road vehicle with some paint peeling off and returned to the Kent farm with Peter.

The two are addicted to video games.

"Oh!"

Clark fiddled with the controller, operating the character to knock down Pete.

"Please!"

Peter let out a wail and slumped on the sofa without any image.

What did Clark just want to say to Pete? There was a slight sound in my ears.

"Wait a minute, I think I heard something?"

Clark put down the game controller, pushed open the door and ran out of the farm.

The afternoon sun hung over the farm, and Clark stepped toward the sound.

Pushing open the old warehouse door, Clark looked up at the loft above his head.

There was a continuous trembling sound on the yellowed wooden board.

"Click!"

"Who's up there!?" Clark shouted with his lips pursed.

No one responded.

Behind him, Pete also hurried over, holding a strong flashlight in his hand and looking nervously at his companions: "What happened?!"

After the Jolie incident, Pitt was obviously a little nervous.

"Go up and have a look."

Clark clenched his fists.

The shoes made a clicking sound on the old wooden boards.

The two walked towards the attic, and Peter turned the flashlight to shine on the corner of the attic.

The strong light pierced the darkness. Under the dazzling light, a tall black man lay in the corner with sweat on his face.

He looked weak, his eyes illuminated by the light, and the black man struggled to lift his arms.

"Here, where did this tramp come from?" Pete cursed, and he picked up the pitchfork and was about to teach his compatriots from hundreds of years ago.

"Wait a minute!"

Clark held out his arm to stop Peter.

The boy narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingered on the black man's features for a moment and said, "I know him."

"You are Earl?"

Clark's eyes were filled with shock: "Why did you show up at my farm?"

The black man shook his head and leaned against the wall with a trembling voice: "I came to see your father. He is the only person I trust."

Earl told Clark what happened to him.

"An experiment by the Luther Group?"

Clark frowned slightly, and the figure of Gino flashed in his mind. He shook his head and said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding."

"No, there is no misunderstanding!" Earl was a little excited. Before Clark could reply, he grabbed Clark's arm: "Look at my hands. The blood vessels have been contaminated dark green. Is this normal?"

"Shh!"

The moment Earl touched Clark, a terrible feeling of weakness instantly enveloped Clark, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand suddenly swelled and glowed dark green.

"Plop!" Clark's legs weakened and he fell down, while Earl also twitched wildly and flashed his body at the same time.

"Ahem." Clark weakly clasped the floor and looked up at Peter with difficulty: "Call an ambulance!"

Earl was taken away in an ambulance.

Pete and Clark are sitting in the hospital hallway, talking about Earl.

Peter was a little curious and said, "So, how did you and that down-and-out uncle meet?"

Clark put his hands together to support his chin and said with a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "Earl was once an employee of my father's farm and worked for my family for ten summers. Later, in pursuit of a higher salary, he joined the local Luther Chemical Plant. .”

"I remember he once taught me how to play guitar and said that boys who could play guitar could attract girls."

"No." Pete interrupted Clark's reminiscence: "Playing the guitar won't attract girls, you have to be rich."

Clark's face turned dark, and he sighed and said, "Anyway, that's the way it is, Earl is a good man."

"I just don't know what he went through and contracted a strange disease."

While the two were communicating, two policemen walked in outside the hospital. Clark recognized the two policemen as the policemen who had visited his farm.

"Nurse, which ward is Earl Skeena in?"

They showed their police badges, and the nurse checked the computer and said, "In Ward 5 on the second floor."

Clark and Peter looked at each other and then stood up.

Clark walked towards the two police officers: "Sorry, I'm Earl's friend. What happened?"

What kind of trouble could Earl get into if the American police came to his door?

The two policemen glanced at Clark: "You are Mr. Keno's friend, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we can tell you something." The senior police officer in his fifties lowered his voice: "We received an order from the Metropolitan Police that Earl was suspected of murdering a cleaner of the Luther Group."

"What?" Clark was filled with shock: "This is impossible, Erta."

Before Clark could finish speaking, there was an exclamation from the second floor of the hospital: "Help is needed here!"

The two policemen quickly dropped Clark and ran toward the second floor of the hospital.

Clark and Peter quickly followed.

When they climbed the stairs to the second floor, they saw Earl in the hospital ward wearing a hospital gown twitching crazily, so fast that he even left countless afterimages in the air.

"Stop him!"

Two policemen roared and lunged at Earl.

"Oh!"

The two people who tried to stop Earl were instantly thrown away, hit hard on the iron frame in the corner, and opened their mouths to wail in pain.

"Earl, what's wrong with you?"

Clark opened his arms and rushed toward the man.

Seizing the opportunity, Clark spread his fingers and clasped the man's wrist violently, restraining Earl's body from shaking.

Clamped by a pair of iron hands, Earl swung for a while, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell into Clark's arms.

"Pfft!"

Clark also suddenly became weak, and they both fell to the cold floor.

As if his entire body was immersed in cold sea water, a feeling of powerlessness swept through his limbs. Clark, who had heavy eyelids, braced himself for it. The second before he fell into coma, he told himself in his heart: "I must ask Jino to find out."

After all, Earl's state is very much like that of guys exposed to kryptonite.