American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 143 Saving the Day

Lex didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

Angry, furious?

Perhaps both are true?

He had nothing to say about Lionel's stubbornness.

"Whatever you want."

Reason led Lex to make the wisest choice: instead of returning with his gun and Lionel to try and stop the intruders, Lex ran towards the rooftop helipad while pulling out his phone to contact Gino.

If there's anyone left who can stop that zombie-like monster, it's probably only Gino.

Meanwhile, Lionel, supported by Jack the butler, stood up, a shotgun in his hand, the muzzle pointed towards the entrance, complaining to the old butler, "My foolish son was scared out of his wits by an intruder."

"Perhaps, young master Lex made the right choice."

The old butler really wanted to say those words, but after glancing at Lionel's expression, he decided to remain silent.

"Da da~"

The heavy footsteps approached from afar.

Lionel also raised his shotgun and waited.

"Bang!"

The castle's ancient wooden doors shattered with a crash, and the instant Lionel heard the sound, he pulled the trigger as well.

The video played as if in slow motion.

Iron shards ejected from the gun barrel scattered in all directions, covering the entrance gate like a shower of flowers.

Shotgun shells of varying sizes scattered at high speeds, leaving trails of air in their wake.

"Clap clap clap!"

They blasted at the intruder's upper body, but it was as if they had hit a piece of steel, bursting into brilliant sparks.

Byron didn't even glance at the red marks on his body; his dark eyes were fixed coldly on Lionel before he strode toward his enemy.

"Is he dead?" Lionel asked the old butler, tilting his head.

The old butler stared blankly at Byron rushing towards them, shaking his head repeatedly: "Uh, sir, no, on the contrary, your bullets have no effect on him."

"What?!"

Lionel's expression changed drastically, and he heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards him at breakneck speed.

"Jack, my Luther family has treated you well."

Without a second thought, Lionel grabbed the old butler who was supporting him by the shoulder, gritted his teeth, and shoved him violently toward the sound of footsteps. He scrambled backward, shouting as he fled, "Now it's your turn to repay me!"

Inside the lobby.

As Byron watched Lionel push the old butler toward him, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He was completely irrational at the moment, only knowing that if the old man in the suit was blocking his way, he would die.

"roar!"

Sharp, gleaming claws rose and fell, and it seemed that the old butler, who had worked diligently for the Luther family for decades, was about to die at Byron's hands.

"Hey, monster, why don't you look up!"

The sound from above interrupted Byron's thoughts.

His dark eyes slowly rose, and then his gaze fell on Lex in the corridor.

The bald man was wearing a black suit, his face tense, clearly showing his nervousness.

"It's you! You're Lionel's son!"

Byron tilted his head back and twitched his nose: "I can smell his blood flowing through your decaying body."

"Whoosh!"

With a light leap, it pounced on Lex like a night elf.

For Byron, killing Lionel's son might have been more painful for him.

"Bang!"

Byron stomped heavily on the wooden plank.

He opened his arms.

The sharp claws were aimed directly at Lex's neck.

Its speed was so great that Lex couldn't even react.

How should I react and behave?

I just feel that

My mind went completely blank.

When confronted with the fear of death, Lex was surprised to find that his reaction was nothingness.

The claws that were gradually enlarging in his pupils were about to pierce Lex's throat when the man calmly closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come from my neck.

Like a gentle breeze caressing his cheek, a voice, tinged with sarcasm, rang in his ears: "It's not time to die yet, Lex."

Lex felt he had heard that familiar voice hundreds of times, from when he was learning to speak as a child, through the noisy junior high school years, until the other person accompanied him to the small town.

He had never felt that the voice was so pleasant.

Lex slowly opened his eyes.

He saw,

The towering figure stood before Lex, one arm gently blocking the claws aimed at his neck.

Gino slowly turned his head, his smile vanished, replaced by a cold gaze.

The boy stared at Byron, his beautiful blue eyes now filled with rage, and said, word by word, "How dare you touch my brother!?"

No one has ever seen what Gino looks like when he's enraged.

The young man has always maintained a calm and collected demeanor towards the outside world.

To quote some ancient sages: How can the strong hold a grudge against the weak?

However, everyone has their own bottom line, and Gino’s bottom line has always been his family and friends, which is the key to his humanity.

When Clark, Chloe, and the others arrived at the manor, they witnessed a scene that shocked them.

Byron, who was over two meters tall, was thrown out of the window like a rag doll.

He smashed the glass, his body arcing gracefully through the air before crashing heavily onto the lush green lawn.

But what made the three of them gape even more was that a figure slowly floated out of the broken window.

Yes, just like Jesus walking on water, Moses parting the sea, Gino walked expressionlessly, step by step, high in the sky.

"Th-th-that, that's Gino?"

Chloe looked up at Gino, even stuttering from nervousness.

The sun above shone brightly on the boy's figure.

"he"

Clark swallowed hard.

"He can fly?!"

My best friend can fly?

He ignored the shocked crowd.

Gino looked down at the land beneath his feet from his high vantage point.

Byron, thrown out of the window, crashed onto the grass, kicking up dust.

He lay in the deep pit, his body seemingly paralyzed and unable to move.

You shouldn't have.

Gino remained expressionless, his eyes slowly glowing red.

"They're targeting my family!"

"Buzz!"

A blazing, intense beam of light shot from their eyes and fell through the air.

The extreme temperature seemed to ignite the air, sending up scorching waves of heat.

A beam of light, much faster than lightning, fell in an instant, and the heat vision fell on Byron's body the moment it touched him.

The steel frame that could originally withstand bullets was instantly scorched and burned by the extreme temperature, and the blood gushing from the wound pierced by the beam was even ignited and evaporated in an instant.

"Pfft!"

The beam shattered bones and scorched soil until the heat vision engulfed the entire body and then went out.

Byron died before he could even scream.

Gino removed the heat from his eyes, leaving only a charred body radiating scorching heat and a patch of ravaged grass.

The entire world was completely silent.

Deathly silence, a deathly silence as still as the universe.

The vast Luther Manor was completely silent, save for the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass.

Byron's body lay silently in the scorched pit.

The reddish, cooked flesh, the bulging eyeballs, and the sunken eye sockets all spoke volumes about Byron's absolute mortality.

(End of this chapter)