American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 105 Lex's Request

Clark left the ward anyway. After all, he was the only one in the room who didn't have the surname Luther, and it would be quite awkward to stay there, so he decided to slip away.

Before leaving, Gino stopped Clark and asked him to find Chloe and Lana and meet up at the town's bar.

That's how friendships work: the more you talk and see each other, the deeper your bond becomes; if you don't talk or see each other, well, then you're no different from strangers.

Clark agreed and left the ward.

After the older boy left, Gino plopped down on the other sofa, looking at Lex with a mocking expression: "What happened to you? How are your injuries?"

Lex sighed and lowered his right hand, which had been covering his eyes. There was a tiny cut on his eyelid, which was being taped up with a band-aid.

"Here, take this."

Gino tossed Lex a small bottle containing amber gold.

"Found in Gotham?"

Lex caught the vial; as a meticulous scientist, he naturally knew that this thing looked unusual.

Lex drank the colorless and odorless amber gold in one gulp. A moment later, he felt a tingling and stinging sensation on his eyelids. He reached out and touched them, only to find that the previous wound had already disappeared.

"It has a certain degree of self-healing effect."

Lex offered his assessment, his eyes flashing for a moment: "How much of this do you have left?"

Driven by his research addiction, Lex couldn't wait to dive into the factory's underground base and start experimenting.

"There's no rush yet."

Gino glanced at Lionel, who was lying quietly on the bed.

Although the other person did not move, his slightly rapid breathing betrayed him.

Lionel had woken up, and for some unknown reason, he remained silent, instead eavesdropping on his conversation with Lex.

"How did the doctor say about his injuries?"

Gino pointed to Lionel lying on the hospital bed.

Lex sneered and tossed a medical report to Gino.

"The hurricane blinded him; he's practically blind now."

Gino raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Wow, bad news, our King Arthur has lost his sight."

"That's not the worst of it," Lex said, rubbing his temples. "Our company in Metropolis will also be affected by news of Lionel's injury, and the stock price may be impacted."

"so?"

"So I hope you can go to Metropolitan and help me manage the company."

"At the very least, we must stabilize the company's stock price to prevent it from collapsing, otherwise it will attract other competitors to buy at the bottom, which would be a disaster for the company."

Lex slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the town ravaged by the hurricane: "However, there's no need to worry too much. I have a research project that's progressing well, and it won't be long before we can turn the situation around."

The research project Lex was referring to involved extracting a type of phagocyte from the bat-like girl Julie.

His researchers discovered that these cells could be used to engulf excess fat in the body, thus achieving rapid weight loss.

Simply put, it's a true miracle weight loss drug; no matter how fat you are, just one pill will give you a healthy figure.

If this drug were to be launched on the market, it would undoubtedly be wildly sought after by many wealthy women and powerful ladies.

"Well, looks like I'll have to go back to the Metropolis."

Gino shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about returning to the Metropolis.

I have many childhood friends in the metropolis, so I won't be bored when I go back.

"There's one more thing."

Lex looked at Gino and said, "I'm in the lab."

Lex didn't finish his sentence.

"Let's talk outside," Gino interrupted Lex.

Lex was puzzled, but he followed Gino outside the ward.

Standing in the corridor, Lex reorganized his words: "As you know, I've been sending people around town to collect all sorts of strange items."

"And not long ago, someone found a strange prismatic object in a mud pit east of the town."

Lex pulled out a quadrilateral prism-shaped metal from his hand.

He stared at the metal and said to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "What's interesting is that I can't even identify what kind of metal it is; it doesn't seem to be from Earth."

Gino stared at the shards in Lex's hand.

After removing the prismatic metal fragment, it felt cool to the touch but had a strange warming sensation.

"This thing," Gino frowned, then asked Lex, "what does it remind you of?"

The bald scientist Lex paused for a moment, then gave his answer: "Like a starter key for some kind of device."

"Start the key."

Gino raised an eyebrow, and the boy recalled what Clark had told him not long ago.

"Clark owns an alien spaceship."

Perhaps this thing is connected to the spaceship in Clark's house.

Gino plans to investigate when he has time.

"Keep this safe; it might come in handy someday."

Gino returns the key.

"Oh, right."

Gino pulled another bottle of potion from his pocket and tossed it to Lex.

Lex looked at the bottle in his hand, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

The decision is yours.

Gino glanced at the white door of the hospital room, then at Lex, said those words, turned and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

After Gino left, Lex stared blankly at the bottle in his hand, lost in thought.

He certainly knew what Gino was thinking.

Make the decision for yourself.

So, is this thing going to be used to restore Lionel's eyesight?

Lex hesitated for a moment.

Two pirate bars.

The town, having been swept away by the strong winds, looked somewhat desolate.

Almost every household suffered some losses, and even those who didn't suffer any losses weren't in a good mood seeing this town in such a disastrous, apocalyptic state.

As a result, the bars in the town were suddenly packed with people.

As he pushed through the crowded streets, people who recognized the tall, imposing young man quickly made way for him.

Gino quickly found Clark and his two companions at a small table in the corner.

"Gino, over here." Clark smiled and waved, indicating that he was over here.

"What a terrible day."

Gino pulled out a chair and leaned back on it.

After some time apart, Gino had grown half a head taller than Clark.

At this moment, Chloe was bored at the table, swirling her coffee with a spoon.

Lana then initiated the conversation, asking, "Gino, is Gotham really as terrifying as they say on TV?"

Thanks to the extensive media coverage in the United States, Gotham City has become synonymous with monsters and demons in the eyes of other Americans.

However, strictly speaking, the media is right; Gotham is indeed an evil city.

Clark, who was standing nearby, also perked up his ears.

Teenage boys are often fascinated by things like crime, guns, and other illegal activities because they seem "cool."

"Well, I'm not exaggerating, but I heard something interesting there." Gino gave Clark a deep look before telling the three of them about Batman.

After speaking, Gino posed a thought-provoking question to the three: "Do you think this masked man did the right thing?"

(End of this chapter)