American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 164 Clark Out of Control

Below Smallville Town Hospital.

Outside the convenience store.

A cold wind blew through my thin shirt and onto my skin.

Ignoring the biting cold wind,

The tall Clark inserted the coins in his hand into the vending machine.

"Clang!"

As the machine started running, a bottle of Coca-Cola fell out.

I took out a can of Coke, tore off the tab, and felt the carbonated soda go down my throat.

The cool and refreshing taste made Clark exclaim in admiration.

Cola not only needs to be ice-cold, but it also needs to be delicious.

Humming a Kansas folk tune, Clark swayed his head.

With her mother Martha recovering, her own abilities returned.

More importantly, he will soon have a younger brother or a lovely younger sister.

Clark walked toward the hospital entrance, intending to stay with Martha tonight so his adoptive father, Jonathan, could go home and rest.

"Karl El".

A faint voice, as if drifting down from the night sky above, rang in Clark's ears.

The owner of the voice seemed extremely weak, calling out to Clark with difficulty: "Child of Krypton, bearing the last hope of Krypton, come to me."

"What happened?"

Hearing the sounds coming from all directions, Clark tensed up and looked around warily.

The flowers in the hospital's flowerbeds swayed in the night breeze, releasing only a faint fragrance.

Am I hallucinating?

Clark picked at his ear, somewhat doubting his hearing.

"No, Clark Kent, I'm walking towards you from among the flowers."

"Among the flowers?"

Clark frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping across the flowerbed. His X-ray vision penetrated the flowers and plants, and soon, a small, palm-sized ball of light emitting an orange glow appeared in his field of vision.

"Joe El," who had narrowly escaped death but was seriously injured under the watchful eyes of Genoge, coaxed, "That's right, that's it, pick me up."

"Wait a minute!" Clark paused as he was about to bend down to pick up the orb of light.

He frowned slightly and took a step back.

Having experienced many things and spent time with Gino, Clark now possesses the necessary level of vigilance.

This suddenly appearing orb of light may be hiding some kind of conspiracy.

Seeing the boy suddenly stop moving, the orb of light became anxious and said, "I am the will of your father, Jor-El!"

"I've come to you to tell you about your origins."

"And information about your birth mother."

The shameless Jor El even invoked the name of Clark's biological mother. Having been observing Clark for a long time, Jor El clearly knew what Clark's weakness was.

Compared to Gino, who was impossible to control, Clark was easier to manage, which was why Joe El turned to Clark.

Since Gino rejected him as his first choice, Clark, as his second choice, is not bad either.

Sure enough, the message about his birth mother seemed to have some kind of magic. Clark, who was about to leave to find Gino, stopped in his tracks. He tilted his head, and Martha's image subconsciously appeared in his mind. He hesitated for a moment and said, "You mean, my birth mother?"

A number of thoughts immediately flashed through the boy's mind.

What was his birth mother's name? Did his birth mother love him?

If you love yourself, why would you send yourself away?

A host of doubts, like a thick fog, plagued Clark.

Desperate for an answer, Clark couldn't help but take a few steps forward and press, "I'm asking you, what do you know?!"

"I know a lot, child," Jor-El's voice rang out after a moment of contemplation. "However, you don't need to know right now."

"What?"

Before Clark could react, less than two meters away, the orange orb on the ground suddenly shot out a colorful, rainbow-like stream of light from its center.

They whistled and struck Clark's chest, accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain, as Clark howled and tore off his clothes.

The streams of light that flowed into his body seemed to contain a strange magic, gathering in Clark's chest as if they were consciously gathered.

Then, the temperature on his chest rose, and his skin tore, outlining a hideous scar. From a distance, the scar gradually formed a bloody "S" pattern, which was clearly the emblem of the El family.

Clark, writhing on the ground in agony, clutched his forehead, trying to resist the strange will rooted in his mind.

However, the other party clearly wouldn't give him that chance.

"Now, obey my orders!"

Jor-El's voice echoed in Clark's mind like a deity: "Go to Luther's Chemical Plant and bring me everything from there!"

As an old coin who had been secretly observing, Joe El had seen the bald man frequently appear at Luther's Chemical Plant; there must be something hidden there.

"Uh, yes, yes!"

His large eyes gradually lost their luster and became dull. He lowered his hands and, expressionless, got up like a rigid robot, slowly walking towards the Luther Chemical Plant.

"b-zero, if you make noise with that TV again, I promise you, I'll smash it."

Inside the factory laboratory, Lex stood in front of a sophisticated instrument, attempting to manipulate these expensive technological devices to extract the mysterious energy contained within the quantum mask. After all, this substance, which could support human dimensional travel, greatly interested Lex.

Hearing Lex's warning, Bizarro, sitting in the corner, cautiously turned down the TV volume and muttered, "Lex, bad."

Ignoring Bizarro, who had the intelligence of a six-year-old, Lex's fingers flew across the keyboard as he wrote a program.

"Sizzle~"

A series of static crackled from the walkie-talkie on the table, followed by a security guard's slightly panicked voice: "Mr. Lex, get out of here immediately! A madman has broken into the factory!"

His tone was excited and his voice urgent; it didn't sound fake.

"Clatter~"

After typing the last line of spacebars, Lex stopped what he was doing, frowned, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, and pressed the emergency evacuation button to drive away the scientists from the entire underground base.

"Tell me in detail, what happened?"

"Oh my God, I simply can't describe it."

The security guard's voice carried a hint of fear, while intense gunfire erupted from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Bang bang bang!"

As the gunfire subsided, the security guard's voice even trembled with a hint of tears: "My God, he... he couldn't even be killed by bullets."

"Bullets?" Lex gripped the walkie-talkie, but before he could ask again, a piercing explosion rang out.

The call was interrupted, and Lex, looking serious, switched to the computer screen, quickly exiting the factory monitoring interface.

Outside the factory gate, a group of security guards lay sprawled about. Under the cover of darkness, a tall figure strode toward the factory.

"Damn it, Bizarro, stop him."

Unable to discern who the intruder was, Lex knew only that his research here could not be exposed.

If exposed, the shock to the world would be no less than dropping a hydrogen bomb!

As he spoke, he took out his phone and called Gino.

Brother, you're in danger! Come quickly!

(End of this chapter)