American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 170 Clark's Plan

late at night.

Inside a hidden open-air prison somewhere in Germany.

Clark sat in the chair, his expression grave.

After a conversation with someone who identified himself as Dr. Schmidt, he obtained a great deal of information.

But every piece of information is enough to astound people.

First, Clark learned that he was in Germany.

Secondly, judging from the man's military uniform, this place was very likely during World War II.

Using his clairvoyance, Clark also knew exactly where he was, and he wanted to rescue the innocent people trapped there.

Write down your to-do list with pen and paper. First, save these poor people from being harmed. Second, find a way to return to your own timeline.

But everything was extremely difficult. Without his friend Gino to offer advice, Clark felt surrounded by fog and couldn't see the way forward.

"Click~"

Footsteps came from outside the iron gate. Clark quickly lowered his head and activated his thermal vision to burn the paper.

"Da da~"

The iron gate was knocked softly and then pushed open, and a man who identified himself as Dr. Schmidt walked into Clark's room with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Clark."

Schmidt smiled and pulled out a chair from the corner, sitting down. His eyes, behind his smooth glasses, were fixed on Clark as he said, "Just now, something interesting spread all over the world."

"Japan has been bombed."

After a brief silence, Clark's large eyes suddenly widened.

"Japan was bombed?"

"That's right, the entire island is submerged in the sea." Schmidt stared intently into Clark's eyes, hoping to glean some clues.

"Japan has been bombed."

Clark repeated his words, but in his mind he recalled a conversation he had with Gino during a history class.

The two had discussed the history of World War II, and Gino had said that if he were to travel back to World War II, he would definitely bomb and sink Japan, since Japan was full of demons at that time.

Clark remembered Gino's serious expression at the time, and a bizarre thought arose in his mind: "Could it be Gino who did it?"

Considering his friend's devastating abilities, it wouldn't be surprising if he were the one who did it.

Schmidt remarked:

"This news spread like wildfire across the world."

The White House, the Kremlin, Berlin—world leaders learned of this shocking news almost simultaneously, some sooner, some later.

"Especially our great Austrian painter," Schmidt said with a mocking smile, "perhaps he's currently raging in his 'palace.'"

After all, the annihilation of the entire island was a surreal news that struck everyone like a hammer blow.

The Beard has lost another ally, greatly increasing the obstacles to his unification of the world.

"Do you know the guy who destroyed the island?" Schmidt pushed up his glasses, trying to get information out of Clark.

But Clark simply shook his head, his expression complex: "I don't know."

.....

"I have no idea."

Steve looked at the handsome young man in a well-tailored black suit, holding a gentleman's cane and wearing a gentleman's hat, standing at his door with a smile on his face.

"I didn't know you looked even more handsome in a suit," Steve shook his head, offering a sincere compliment.

For men, praising a woman's beauty might just be polite flattery.

However, if he compliments a man on his good looks (other than himself), then he truly is handsome.

"What? In your eyes, gods should be ignorant old relics who don't understand the ways of the world?"

Gino took off his top hat and hung it on the coat rack, humming a little tune as he sat down in a chair, cut off a piece of steak and savored it: "Not bad."

"I'm glad you like it." Steve scratched his head, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Let me guess.

Gino put down his knife and fork, rested his chin on his hands, stared at Steve, and said, "You need something from me?"

"Yes, yes." Steve lowered his head in shame.

"Tell me, do you want endless wealth, or a hundred blonde, blue-eyed beauties who are madly in love with you?"

"If it's the former, I'll take you to rob a nearby bank; if it's the latter, I'll contact the demon lord of this universe and have them send you a hundred hellish succubi, each with its own unique characteristics."

"No, no, no, Mr. God, I don't want these." Steve, still a fledgling, blushed and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal.

Gino smiled. No matter which Marvel universe this was, watching Steve's predicament was always a good pastime.

Steve sighed, looking at his thin arms and legs, and said, "I'm just wondering if there's a way to make me strong. I want to join the army to fight evil."

As expected of Steve, he remained unmoved by beauty and wealth.

Gino smiled. According to the inertia of time, it wouldn't be long before Steve would follow the path that most Steves in the universe would take: participate in the Super Soldier program and become Captain America.

However, Gino also has his own plans. There are many good things in this Marvel Universe, and he also needs to use some of them to return to the DC Universe.

After all, major events in the DC universe restart every few days, and he needs to hurry back to avoid the embarrassing situation of his house being robbed.

"Well then, since you want to join the army, come with me, let's go out and have a look."

"Go out and take a look?" Steve scratched his head, not understanding what the connection was between going for a walk and the opportunity to join the army.

"Things are unpredictable. The world is really like a giant makeshift stage, Steve."

Gino noticed Steve's concerns and patted him on the shoulder: "Anyway, trust me."

Well, since he was a god who had fallen from the sky, Steve ultimately chose to believe Gino and walked the streets of Brooklyn with the boy.

Because it was wartime, the streets were deserted.

As they watched the two walking down the street, many American girls passing by instinctively showed expressions of disdain.

The prevailing social trend now is to join the military, and those who do not naturally tend to be looked down upon.

However, upon seeing Gino's appearance, these feelings of disdain instantly transformed into shyness and infatuation.

The girls chatted in small groups, hoping to attract the boys' attention.

Steve, standing to the side, had never felt this way before. Compared to the tall and handsome Gino, he felt like a goblin from a Grimm's fairy tale, making him look ridiculous.

[Steve's negative emotions: +100, +100...]

Not knowing what was causing Steve's frustration, Gino led Steve through the crowd, and soon the boy stopped outside a huge stadium.

"here it is?"

Steve looked up hesitantly at the words "Science and Technology Museum" on the exhibition hall.

"This is where your destiny changed, Steve."

Gino smiled, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He remembered that it was here that Steve revealed his kind nature during a conversation with Dr. Abraham Erskine, a biologist who had fled Germany, thus gaining the opportunity to participate in the Super Soldier Selection Program and changing his destiny forever.

(End of this chapter)