American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 150 Returning Home

Luther Chemical Plant.

Lex leaned back in a chair, playing with the red kryptonite in his hand with a playful expression, but his mind was no longer on scientific research.

A week has passed since his brother left, and there has been no news of him, which makes Lex somewhat worried.

Bizarro was still watching the cartoon behind him.

Julie, transformed into a bat monster, roared in a cage.

Everything seemed unchanged, except that the figure of a tall, blond boy was missing.

"Da da~"

The sneakers made a crisp sound as they stepped on the floor, and Lex's previously gloomy expression brightened instantly, but he quickly suppressed his excitement.

Through the off computer screen, he saw that familiar figure standing not far away.

Bizarro grinned foolishly and charged toward the figure, only to be pushed aside.

"My brother, it's been a week since you left."

"Really?" Gino held a red apple he had just brought from the manor, took a bite, and smiled. "But for me, it's only a day. It seems that the flow of time in our universe is seven times faster than in the outside universe."

Lex spun his chair so he could get a better look at Gino.

His brother was still the same, cynical and seemingly indifferent to everything.

Lex clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and said, "So, what did you gain this time?"

"What did you gain?" Gino chuckled, then, under Lex's gaze, took a cell phone out of his pocket and put it on the computer.

As a blue current swept across, the lights in the entire underground base laboratory went out in the next instant.

From the shadows came Bizarro's dejected sigh: "The power's out! Bizarro's angry!"

Gino snapped his fingers again:

"Singer, turn on the lights."

Then, with the lights flashing, the previously dim underground laboratory was illuminated once again.

"So, it's some kind of artificial intelligence device?" Lex frowned and speculated.

"No, it's the technologically advanced intelligent life form 'Singer.' My assistant can easily hack into any network or private computer on Earth."

Gino snapped his fingers: "Singer, play footage of Gotham City and search for Batman's trail."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously dim screen lit up, and soon, a scene of Gotham City was projected onto the screen.

In a filthy alley, Bruce Wayne, dressed in a bat suit, is single-handedly rampaging through a local Gotham gang, taking on ten opponents.

Clearly, after receiving Gino's "loving guidance," Bruce made rapid progress, with both his martial arts skills and combat strategies undergoing a qualitative leap.

Gino snapped his fingers: "Singer, access Clark's computer hard drive."

"Retrieving for you." A cold, emotionless female voice rang out, and soon, a long list of video files appeared on the large screen.

Lex stared thoughtfully at the computer screen: "Hmm, bad student and good principal, Clark has quite the unique taste."

"Alright, the intrusion is over."

The intelligent beings from Cybertron quickly thwarted their attempt to steal files from Clark's computer.

Gino looked at Lex and chatted casually:

"So, what happened while I was away?"

"The town is still the same." Lex tossed aside the red kryptonite in his hand and said briefly, "However, Wayne Enterprises recently sent an exploration team to build a quarry on the western edge."

"Wayne Enterprises?" Gino raised an eyebrow slightly. The quarry might just be a front. As a severe case of late-stage paranoia, Bruce's main goal was probably to monitor and gather intelligence about Clark.

"Interestingly, however, Wayne Enterprises' factory construction isn't progressing smoothly," Lex Sin said gleefully. "There's a group of Indians living on the west side, and they're not going to accept the exorbitant compensation offered by Wayne Enterprises."

"Recently, there has been a lot of trouble in the town because of this."

Gino remarked with considerable emotion, "Indians are not easy to deal with."

When the topic turned to Native Americans, Gino’s expression became even stranger. As everyone knows, the original owners of the land of America were Native Americans, but the shameful Anglo-Saxons used various means to drastically reduce the number of Native Americans from a large population.

This also led to Native Americans distrusting, hating, and being wary of Americans.

The land on the west side of the town late at night.

A large Wayne Group logo hangs on the ground.

Excavators, loaders, and heavy trucks are parked on the wasteland.

The factory manager stood on the desolate land, holding blueprints in his hand, pondering where to begin construction.

A slight chill ran down the man's spine. He turned around in confusion and saw an elderly man wearing a traditional Native American feathered hat standing expressionlessly behind him, his face cold.

Upon seeing the old man, the person in charge was quite annoyed, covering his forehead with one hand and complaining, "I've already told you, this land has been approved and allocated to us by the relevant departments."

"If you want us to leave or depart, you should go and protest to the relevant authorities!"

The old man stared at the man with resolute eyes, shook his head and said, "Our ancestors have lived here for thousands of years. This land originally belonged to us. It was you who forcibly occupied this land."

"The facts are clear: you are unwilling to accept compensation, so leave me alone and get out of here, Chief!" The project manager impatiently reached out to push the old Indian man away.

"You don't understand the consequences of what you're doing!" The old chief stepped forward, grabbed the man's neck, and slammed him hard against the barbed wire fence.

"So you're threatening me?" The person in charge looked unfriendly, reaching for his phone in his pocket with his other hand.

"No, I'm just an old man, this is just a friendly reminder that this land belongs to the Native Americans."

The old man loosened the iron bars, gave the person in charge a deep look, and then turned and left.

A cold wind blew in the dead of night. The person in charge muttered "crazy" and walked towards the tent behind him.

"Shh~"

The commotion coming from the forest made the man stop in his tracks.

He turned to look at the dense forest behind him, his face alert: "Who's there?"

Under the pitch-black night sky, the only sound was the rustling of the wind blowing through the bushes.

What's even more chilling is that, from all directions, the mournful howls of wolves began to echo.

Fear grew in my heart, and I couldn't stop myself from retreating.

"W-what's that there!"

The man's eyes were fixed on the bushes.

As the branches and leaves trembled, the earth shook.

The man watched as a massive white claw slowly emerged from the bushes.

"My God."

His mouth was agape, his expression one of shock.

In the dense forest, a giant silver-white wolf, over ten meters tall, stood with its head held high in the night, its long white fur fluttering in the breeze, looking dashing and heroic.

The brown beast's eyes were fixed on the man, its limbs tensed and its body lowered in a pouncing posture.

The giant wolf's huge, snow-white tail swayed slightly, and it opened its mouth to reveal sharp, white fangs.

"Awoo!"

As the giant wolf ran, the construction site manager's agonizing screams echoed through the night sky.

(End of this chapter)