American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 12 is right: the strong have the right to bully the weak.

The newspaper club has a long history, and Chloe's computer is also connected to the campus intranet.

The girl moved the mouse and typed on the keyboard, and soon, a large picture of Jerome popped up on her computer desktop.

Name: Jerome Kerry.

"Twelve years ago, he was a high school student with excellent grades, but after falling into a coma due to a wilderness disaster, he received funding from the Luther Group for twelve years."

Chloe scrolled the scroll wheel while glancing at Gino out of the corner of her eye.

Unexpectedly, this person has connections with the Luther family.

"So, why are you asking about this guy?" Xiao Hei asked, sounding a bit gossipy.

"I have some personal matters to attend to with him. He recently woke up and then disappeared." Gino smiled faintly, then instructed Chloe, "Could you also check on the players from Jerome's year on the rugby team?"

As Chloe clicked the mouse, a photo of three burly men in rugby uniforms quickly appeared in Gino’s view.

"These three are David, Kendall, and Lance."

"They were the main players on that year's rugby team."

"And, these guys just happened to choose Jerome as the scarecrow," Pete said mysteriously. "My mom's sister's ex-boyfriend's nephew was in the same grade as Jerome. That guy was quiet and often got bullied."

"Really?" Gino stroked his chin, staring at the computer screen with a wistful expression. "Thank you for your help. I have something to do, so I'll have to leave for a bit."

Having obtained the information he wanted, Gino didn't linger. He tossed Chloe and Ginobili the keys to his sports car, jokingly saying, "This is your 'reward.' You can drive it home after school and bring it to school tomorrow."

He was never stingy with his rewards when he asked for help, but because it was a high school classmate, Gino couldn't just throw money at him, because that would change the nature of the situation.

"The boss is generous!" Pete raised an eyebrow. That's a sports car; most people can't even touch one in their entire lives.

As for having one's self-esteem insulted?

Come on, it's really cool to show off to your relatives and friends by driving a sports car. That way, everyone will know you have a friend who drives a sports car.

Moreover, neither Pitt nor Chloe are that sensitive, introverted, or fragile.

"See you tomorrow." Gino waved goodbye and the two pushed open the door and left.

After Gino left,

Chloe and Pete exchanged a glance at the sports car keys on the table, then both reached out their "claws" toward the car.

"It's mine!"

Ignoring the commotion inside as they fought over the keys, Gino walked out of his office and took out his phone to call the town's police chief.

"Hello?"

"Chief George, it's me, Gino Luther. I'd like to ask you about a few people," Gino said calmly.

Upon hearing the name Luther, Chief George on the other end of the phone immediately lowered his voice and said respectfully, "Sir, what are your instructions?"

"I need to ask you about a few people."

In free America, rights serve money.

The town of Smallville was quiet and peaceful late at night.

The climate here is a bit chilly at night.

The full moon hung high in the sky, and its soft, bright light shone on the street, inside the car repair shop located on the quiet street.

The music player is playing a high-energy rock song.

A young man named David swayed his head to the beat of the music while tapping and checking the performance of the off-road vehicle in front of him with a wrench.

"Good boy." David returned to his parking space, turned the key, and watched the engine roar. A smug smile appeared on the man's face. He had made money on this deal.

"Bang!"

The man closed the hood, and a figure appeared in a corner not far away.

The moonlight shone at his feet, making the young man's face appear and disappear in the light.

"Hey, this is private property. Do you need your car repaired?" The middle-aged man frowned and subconsciously tightened his grip on the wrench.

"David Sken, the former captain of the football team, a star on campus, the object of every girl's affections, has now become a pathetic mechanic?" A slightly hoarse, youthful voice rang out in the workshop.

The boy's words undoubtedly ignited David's anger: "Fuck, get out of here!"

He gripped the wrench tightly and strode toward the man.

As the two drew closer, the faces that had been partially obscured gradually became clearer.

She was thin, with sunken cheeks, and wore an inexpensive white hoodie.

What terrified David the most was the man's cold and eerie gaze.

"Wait a minute." David stared at the young man, feeling that the more he looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

"I think I know you!"

"You're that scarecrow, Jerome!"

David stared at Jerome, a hint of disdain on his face. He glanced at the young man's clothes: "How dare you mock me? You don't look like you're rich either."

Hearing the man's words, a hint of mockery flashed in Jerome's eyes: "No, no, no, we are different."

He spread his hands: "I can mock you because I have the right and the ability to do so."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerome's hands suddenly glowed with a blazing blue light. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a series of leaping and flashing bolts of violent electricity.

"Snapped!"

Before the middle-aged man could react, Jerome suddenly grabbed the man's neck.

"Pfft!"

The instant the skin made contact, a violent electric current surged into the man's body, invading every blood vessel and violently destroying his body tissues!

"Ahhhhhh~" The man, who was being electrocuted, trembled all over, his eyes rolled back, giving us a famous scene of Wu Jing being electrocuted, and a strong smell of burning emanated from his body.

"Heh." Jerome looked at the man struggling in pain, a sickly smile appearing on his face.

"That's right, that's exactly it. The strong humiliate the weak. Isn't that what you taught me?"

"Die!" Jerome shouted, increasing the electric current in his hands.

"Ah!" The man let out a piercing scream, and the surrounding electrical appliances exploded with sparks.

"Crack!"

Amidst sparks and lightning, Jerome closed his eyes in bliss: "That's right, that's it. Your screams are my requiem for a peaceful sleep."

"Whoosh!"

Before Jerome could finish enjoying the torture of David, he heard a whooshing sound in his ear and instantly felt a sharp pain in his cheek.

"Bang!"

A fist slammed into the man's face without warning.

"boom!"

The air exploded with a sonic boom.

The next second, the young man flew out like a baseball, his body crashing into a wrecked car in the workshop. The force was so great that he was embedded in the car door.

"My face!"

Falling onto the car, Jerome howled and clutched his cheek. The punch had not only sent him flying but also broken several teeth on the right side of his face. Crimson blood slid down the corner of his mouth, making him look quite miserable.

"Who is it!" Jerome stared venomously at the dark figure in the corner.

"Slap, slap, slap~"

A tall figure stepped out of the darkness, clapping his hands lightly. The moonlight disc player dispersed the shadows, revealing a handsome face, but a contemptuous look appeared on that handsome face.

"That's absolutely right, Jerome." The blond youth rubbed his fist, cracked his neck, and stared at the young man in the corner, saying, "The strong should humiliate the weak."

Gino paused, his smile fading, and said expressionlessly:

"So, are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)