American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

A single gunshot ignited panic throughout the street.

People screamed and ran in every direction.

These local old Gothamites have rich experience in fighting for their lives.

"It's noisy."

Jino frowned, and the next second, he took steps slowly.

I want to ensure that Bruce cannot die here. The reason is very simple. From the moment he met until now, Bruce has only provided himself with "500" negative points.

This "lamb" still has a lot of "wool" that can be harvested, and the Ziben family also knows how to recycle it. Keno doesn't intend to let Bruce die like this.

As Gino raised his right foot.

The air seemed to thicken,

"Shh!"

Everything around him seemed to have been pressed into slow play, and the bullets that were originally rotating rapidly were also piercing the air at a slow speed, and the tail end of the warhead pulled out a beautiful cone-shaped airflow in the air.

The shoes I stepped out once again stepped on the cold ground.

The light projected by the purple neon lights gradually stopped in mid-air, and the spinning bullets stopped in the air.

Time has completely "stopped".

Panic-stricken people, ferocious-looking police officers.

Everything seemed to have been pressed on pause.

Space and time seem to be condensed at this moment, like a beautiful movie scene.

Keno was not surprised by all this;

The faster the speed, the slower the time. This is the relativity of time in the theory of relativity proposed by the great physicist Einstein.

And the step I just took seemed to only take 0.01 milliseconds or less according to human time measurement units?

In short, extraordinary speed can accelerate one's own action to the point of approaching the speed of light, thereby extending time infinitely and achieving the miracle of "pausing time."

Of course, strictly speaking, Keno did not suspend time, but his speed exceeded the time unit set by humans, achieving the "time dilation" effect mentioned by Einstein in physics.

If he is fast, everything around him will slow down.

Jino was walking leisurely.

The expressions of the people around him froze at this moment.

He walked up to Bruce and looked at the wound on Bruce's thigh and his frown.

He turned around again and glanced at the two bullets fired at Bruce.

If nothing goes wrong, one of the two bullets following a straight trajectory will hit Bruce's left chest in the next second.

The other bullet would hit the gastrocnemius (calf) of Bruce's other intact left leg.

This is not a situation Gino wants to see: only a living Bruce is a good Bruce.

"Oh, troublesome."

Gino stepped towards the bullet.

He stepped forward and held between his fingers the bullet that would hit Bruce's left chest.

It was warm and hot in the hand, but the body was hot enough to burn the skin but could not hurt it at all.

Jino just squeezed it gently with his hands, and the warhead made of copper metal was squeezed and deformed.

He held the slug in his palm.

As for the other one?

Bullets on Bruce will provide you with considerable points.

Then, he returned to where he originally stood.

Looking at everything still around him, Gino somewhat understood the happiness of the speedster.

With everything at a standstill, if a speedster wanted to do something bad, it might only take a few years to get half the women in America pregnant with his child.

However, Geno is pessimistic about this. If he wants to do this, the premise is that the unlucky guy can bear it physically.

The young man smiled and shook his head to dispel the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He raised his right arm and lightly snapped his fingers together.

"Snapped!"

The crisp snap of fingers sounded, and the chaotic and noisy sounds echoed through the busy red light city again.

Bruce's mind was still stuck on the moment he heard the gunshot.

The next moment, there was a numbness in the calf of his right leg.

As if being hit by something, Bruce lowered his head and saw his bloody left leg. The originally intact jeans leg was scorched by the heat of the bullet, giving off an unpleasant smell.

The bloody wounds brought Bruce back to his senses, and he knew exactly what happened.

He was hit by a bullet.

This bad news put a layer of gloom on Bruce's already bad mood.

[Negative emotions from Bruce Wayne +20...]

Bruce took a deep breath.

He knew that he had to stay calm in the current situation.

The man looked around.

Among the people running away in panic, there were also two black policemen walking toward him.

And, in the corner, a tall young man wearing a bat mask and sportswear.

He saw the man open his palm, and a shriveled bullet fell down the palm, hitting the mud pit and splashing a little water.

He saw the masked man look at him deeply.

Then, that person disappeared out of thin air?

Bruce wanted to rub his eyes to try to prove that his eyesight was fine.

He thought again about the purpose of coming to this street.

See the changes and development of Gotham with your own eyes, and then make up your mind to challenge the evil in this city.

However, the first step on the road caused Bruce to suffer setbacks.

The strength coming from his shoulders brought Bruce back to his senses.

Two police officers held the weak Bruce on one side and escorted him into a police car.

"Hey, you bastard, you're going to a detention center tonight!"

Bruce wanted to resist, but he lost too much blood and his body was too weak to move.

Bruce was pushed into the police car, and he leaned weakly on the back seat of the police car.

The car window slowly rolled up and drove away from the alley.

Bruce turned his head with difficulty and looked out the window.

Under the neon lights, at the entrance of the alley, the guy wearing the bat mask appeared suddenly and without warning.

He tilted his head, then stretched out two fingers and aimed his other hand at his temple in a shooting gesture.

Immediately, the figure disappeared without warning again, as if what was left there before was just an illusory bubble.

"What!?" This strange and terrifying scene made Bruce breathe faster.

What is that thing metaphorizing?

This was the first thought that came to Bruce's mind.

The smarter a person is, the more things his brain can think of.

His thoughts were subconsciously drawn far back in time.

Two fallen men, a gun, and two bullets.

Bruce fell into memories. He seemed to be standing in a familiar alley again. The cold concrete floor seemed to always have a pool of blood that could not be washed away.

He remembers a lot.

He remembered the movie he watched that night.

He remembers his parents holding his hand and walking into a dark alley.

He remembered the masked murderer who appeared out of nowhere.

He remembered the dark pistol glowing with orange flames.

He remembered his father's roar, his mother's scream, and the broken pearl necklace hitting the ground.

It seems that the voices and faces of my parents in the past still appear in my mind.

Bruce's expression grew darker.

If there was anything that was Bruce's backlash, it was the death of his parents.

"No matter who you are." Bruce's voice was filled with a hint of anger: "I will remember you."

[Negative emotions from Bruce Wayne +1000, +1000...]

PS: The author is a liberal arts student, and I also consulted Baidu information for time dilation. If any reader feels there is an error, please point it out and I will change it, over.