American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 134 Clark's Theory of Wolfhounds

Kent Farm.

Looking exhausted, Jonathan and Martha entered the house.

However, before they even got close to the living room, the two heard noises coming from upstairs.

"Is someone up there?"

Jonathan tensed up and picked up a stick from the corner.

Martha looked at Jonathan with a worried expression: "Could it be that Clark is back?"

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, but their doubts were quickly resolved.

Clark, wearing sunglasses and carrying a canvas bag, walked down the stairs.

Looking at Clark, whose style was so different from his former youthful self, Martha gasped in surprise, "Clark, what are you doing dressed like this?"

The woman stepped forward, grabbed Clark's trench coat, and exclaimed in surprise, "This is actually made of silk?!"

"Clark." Unlike the surprised Martha, Jonathan's face was serious and stern. "Where did you get these things?"

The expensive sunglasses, evident even from their material, and the pricey trench coat, all conveyed the same message to Jonathan and Martha: Clark had acquired a large fortune.

"I earned it through my own hard work."

Clark lowered his head slightly, his sunglasses slipping down to reveal his unfocused eyes. He stared at Jonathan with a mocking expression and said, "What? Still trying to indoctrinate me with that stupid set of ideas?"

"You!" Jonathan was speechless at Clark's questioning. He couldn't believe that his usually well-behaved and adorable son would say such a thing to him.

Martha stared nervously at the backpack behind Clark, asking, "Clark, what are you planning to do with that bag?"

"What are you doing?"

Clark pursed his lips and rolled his eyes: "Of course, we should leave this desolate place."

"Think about it, a crappy place where you can only earn a few hundred dollars a week is not worth keeping someone like me here."

"Gino said that wolves and dogs are different."

Clark chuckled and stared at Jonathan, his powerful aura pressing down on his adoptive father: "Wolf Ming wants to eat meat, but you want me to pretend to be a dog and gnaw on bones."

"Clark." Jonathan frowned, looking into Clark's eyes, and for the first time felt fear.

But his worry for Clark outweighed his fear, and he pursed his lips and said, "I really wish you could hear what you're saying."

"You're clearly not in the right state right now."

"Besides, that Gino is completely different from you; he's not a good person."

"Stop your stubborn prejudice, Jonathan," Clark interrupted Jonathan impatiently, scoffing, "Do you know why you're still farming and a poor man, while Gino's Luther family is wealthy?"

"Because you're not ruthless enough; your heart is filled with so-called justice, integrity, and honesty."

"Ruthlessness and the survival of the fittest—that's the secret and the true meaning of getting rich."

"But you stubbornly cling to your so-called kindness and refuse to let go."

"That's the result."

"If you don't suffer, who will?"

Clark stepped forward, shoving Jonathan aside with his shoulder, and uttered the hurtful words: "So, don't project your values ​​onto me. We're not the same!"

"Bang!"

Watching Clark break through the doors and windows and leap out, Jonathan roared in fury, "Clark, get back here!"

But all that answered him was the black afterimage rapidly moving away from the farm.

The main hall of Luther Castle.

Lionel went to inspect the company, while only Gino remained at the manor castle.

Clark sat with his legs crossed on the warm, comfortable sofa.

Gino leaned back on the opposite sofa like a gentleman, staring at the arrogant Clark:

"So, you're planning to leave Smallville?"

Clark grinned. "That's right, I plan to go to Metropolis and make a name for myself there."

"People like us are born to stand at the top of the world!"

"Good idea." Gino tossed a business card from his pocket. "This is the business card of the manager of a football team in the Metropolitan Area. If you've made up your mind, you can go to him to make the decision."

He was quite curious whether, if Clark were allowed to develop like this, a Homelander Clark or an Injustice Superman Clark would emerge.

As I was pondering this, a noisy sound came to my ears.

Without even looking up, Gino heard Lex talking to another person.

"It's quite surprising, Mr. Bruce, that a billionaire like yourself would come to this remote town."

"I am indeed curious about what is in this town that would attract such a large investment from the Luther Group. Perhaps we could collaborate on its development," Bruce responded.

now.

Lex and Bruce, both wearing fake smiles, walked into the hall side by side.

Both men had their own plans, and Lex wanted to find out Bruce's intentions.

Bruce, on the other hand, wanted to know why the Luther family was based in the town.

As the two entered the hall, Clark subconsciously looked up.

The four gazes met.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward and silent.

Bruce stared at Clark sitting on the sofa, and in just one glance, he recognized him as the man he was looking for.

"Mr. Bruce."

Gino slowly stood up, and the boy broke the silence with a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement: "We meet again."

"Mr. Gino."

Bruce smiled and reached out his hand.

The two shook hands and then immediately let go.

"I heard you're planning to invest here?" Gino asked Bruce.

"Of course, the local town seems very suitable for developing crops. I plan to develop it into a major food production base, and then ship the produce to Gotham City."

The perfect logic and plan were enough to conceal the true purpose of this trip.

"I think I should leave."

Clark shrugged and stood up. To be honest, having the person he had robbed standing in front of him made Clark a little embarrassed.

Clark walked away, and Bruce casually asked, "Who was that young man?"

Lex glanced at Bruce: "Clark, my brother's classmate."

"I heard he's planning to move to the Metropolitan Area recently," Gino said, seemingly unfazed by the gossip, "casually" revealing Clark's itinerary.

After chatting with Lex and Gino about business in the local town, Bruce took his leave and left the castle.

The last rays of the setting sun lingered in the sky.

Sitting in the RV he had brought, Bruce thought for a moment, then got up and walked to the back of the RV.

Upon opening the car door, a suit of armor resembling heavy armored equipment sat quietly in the corner. Bruce removed his suit jacket, revealing a breastplate embroidered with a black bat pattern.

He planned to talk to Clark's parents first, because to understand a person, you should start with the people around them. This would allow Batman to gain a comprehensive understanding of Clark Kent.

After all, Bruce had used his "money" ability to obtain a lot of information before arriving in the town.

The town is shrouded in a series of bizarre murders, and the existence of the Luther family is also a topic of discussion.

All of this is like a vast, foggy net laid out, compelling Batman to explore further.

As the sun sets outside the window and night falls over the town, Bruce puts on his mask, transforming into Batman, and begins his mission for the night, accompanied by the moon and the night wind.

(End of this chapter)