Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Luther Castle.

In the middle of the night, the lights of the castle flickered on the mottled wall tiles.

The wall tiles were covered with green moss, and in the manor under the wall tiles, several gardeners carried black body bags towards the basement of the castle with expressionless faces.

They are all lifelong employees of the Luther Group, with high wages and good benefits. In other words, they can also be regarded as hereditary "official positions" of Luther's "dynasty" workers. They have strict mouths and don't have to worry about betrayal.

Inside the castle at this moment.

The luxurious and older fireplace burned brightly, and the burning wood made a crackling sound under the burning flame.

"So, he's still dead?" Lex leaned over the pool table, pointed the cue at the pool ball and pushed lightly.

"Snapped."

After clearing the last pool ball, Lex stood up and looked at Gino, who was lying on the sofa on the other side, enjoying the service of the maid feeding little oranges.

"Hmm~" Gino bit into the orange and felt the sweet and sour juice bursting in his mouth. He said vaguely, "That guy is too extreme. I don't think it's a good thing to keep him alive."

Lex shrugged. For his wisdom, there was a difference between living and dead experimental subjects, but it was not big.

"Okay, but that Clark." Lex dropped the club and picked up the expensive red wine on the table, took a sip and then spit it out.

"Yes, that guy is also a superhuman." Gino shrugged: "His achievements in the future may be the same as your wisdom, and he can reach a height that is unimaginable by humans."

"I didn't expect you to think so highly of him." Lex raised his eyebrows. He felt that he was one of the smartest people in the world.

"Because he saved your life, I gave him impression points." Gino rolled his eyes.

"Speaking of this." Lex scratched his bald head: "How do you think I should repay him?"

"Send him an expensive sports car? I remember high school students liked this."

But Lex had a headache again, and he thought to himself: "I remember when I was a kid, my father discussed buying their farm with the Kent family."

"Even if they offered a sky-high price, the Kents didn't agree."

For Lex, money is not an issue, but owing favors is more uncomfortable for a proud person like Lex than killing him, so Lex can't wait to repay the life-saving favor he owes.

"I think we can let them accept gifts." Jino chuckled.

Lex frowned slightly, because Gino's expression was so familiar.

Whenever this little bastard shows such a smiling expression, the next sentence will definitely mock him.

"Want to make a bet?" Gino stretched out his hand and gently touched the maid's red lips, letting the orange juice stay on the maid's lips: "I can let the Kent family accept your gift."

The blond maid also very sensibly poked out her tongue, stared at Jino with her charming eyes, and licked the orange juice from the corner of her mouth.

Lex crossed his arms and turned a blind eye to Gino's teasing of the maid.

My brother looks bohemian, but he is actually a flirt, and he is still a boy.

Lex thought to himself.

He was still more curious about whether what Gino said was true. He had seen Jonathan, a righteous and stubborn person with his own ethics.

The nicer words are called principled, and the harsher words can only be called very stubborn, just like the rocks in the pit are smelly and hard, but Keno actually said that there is a way to make the Kent family accept gifts?

Lex was skeptical at heart.

"Okay, what's the bet?" Lex sneered, not panicking at all.

"I bet on the contact information of those killers on your mobile phone." Jinotu said.

"You want to kill someone? You can tell me who you want to kill." Lex frowned. To be honest, he didn't want Gino to get too close to those guys in the dark world.

"It's not murder, it's just that some things need to be done by someone." Jino shook his head without explaining too much.

In fact, he was just curious if he had the contact information of the famous assassins in the DC world.

For example, the League of Assassins, or even the famous Deathstroke.

Why curious?

Because these are all points for walking.

As a man who was born at the end of Rome, Gino is not a lunatic who destroys and conquers the world. The education received by ordinary people in his previous life also prevents him from becoming a scumbag, but his determination to become stronger remains unchanged.

There is no such thing as strong, only stronger, and if you want to become stronger, you need the negative emotions of the strong to provide points. This is the logic of Keno.

Lex on the side frowned thoughtfully after listening to Gino's words, but the smart bald man nodded after thinking about it:

"Okay, I believe you can handle these things, let's make a bet."

As he spoke, Lex turned his head and looked at the garage outside the window: "I remember there seems to be a Cadillac in the garage?"

It was a brand new day. When Jino opened his eyes and woke up from the three-meter-wide soft bed, the obedient maids had already prepared breakfast.

After bringing the steaming food to the bed, Gino simply ate some seagull egg rolls with milk, silently criticizing the simple and unpretentious life of Zimoto's family.

After getting dressed, Gino picked up the Cadillac keys on the table, spoke to Lex and drove to school.

While passing by Kent Farm, Keno happened to meet Clark who was waiting for the school bus.

But it seemed that Clark was in a bad mood, with a gloomy look on his face, as if someone owed him a million.

When the car approached Clark, Gino also heard the system broadcast in his mind.

[Negative emotions from Clark Kent +50, +50. 】

"What's going on?" Gino was shocked. Clark's negative emotions crazily sent gold coins to the system early in the morning, but thinking that this was the youth version of Clark Kent, he also had some guesses in his mind.

Adolescent children only care about those three things, face, money, and money.

All three could be reasons for Clark's bad mood.

Looking at Clark's declining expression, Gino guessed that the latter was more likely. The poor innocent boy Clark might have been emotionally frustrated.

While thinking about it, Jino stepped on the accelerator,

The roar of the red off-road vehicle interrupted Clark's thoughts. Last night, Clark, who used a telescope to observe the movements of the goddess, witnessed with his own eyes the scene of the goddess Lana Blue kissing Whitney, who had a broken arm and was in a plaster. This made Clark's Feeling very bad.

"Hey, Clark." Keno lightly stepped on the brakes and stopped the off-road vehicle in front of Clark. He patted the co-pilot with a frivolous brow and said, "Waiting for the school bus again?"

Just kidding, he is a scoring machine in action, can he still let Clark escape?

The red SUV stopped in front of Clark, and Keno turned off the engine and pushed open the door.

"It's for you." Gino threw the key in his hand and walked to Clark.

"What?" Clark looked confused and subconsciously took the car keys thrown by Geno with his right hand.