American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 172 On the Speed ​​of Guns

"boom!"

As he suddenly descended, he stirred up gusts of snow, and the cold winds coming from all directions were blocked by an invisible barrier.

They clung to the invisible barrier, creating ripples before quickly dissolving.

The blizzard, deadly to ordinary people, surged on, but in the vast expanse of white snow, the boy walked briskly toward the mountain peak.

One step, two steps.

As the distance closed, the invisible force of gravity overturned everything, causing gravity to become disordered, and the snow that should have fallen to the ground began to float in mid-air.

With a gentle exhale, the whistling air currents swept up the wind and snow, rolling it into a large snowball that flew into the distance.

"Bang!"

As if hitting an invisible wall, the snowball exploded, and a transparent wall of air appeared faintly in the distance.

Having completed the "knocking on the door" ritual, the boy asked with a frivolous smile, "Is anyone home?"

There was no response; it seemed as if the entire world was nothing but a vast expanse of white snow.

"Buzz~"

His eyes gleamed with a burning red light, Gino's lips twitched slightly, and his tone deepened: "I'll ask again, is anyone home?"

"Click~" As if hearing the boy's voice, the transparent light curtain that enveloped him flickered slightly, then dissipated like flowing water, and a series of magnificent palaces and courtyards appeared in front of Gino.

The tightly closed door opened, and a white robe swept out.

"Travelers from afar."

An old man with a white beard walked briskly out of the courtyard with a smile on his face. "Welcome to Kamar-Taj," he said.

"I am the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, the guardian of the Earth."

Unlike the movie universe, the Ancient One in this universe is an old man with a white beard.

"Hello, my name is Gino Luthor." Gino rubbed his neck and smiled. "You can also call me Superman."

.......

The cold, fierce wind and snow lashed against the glass window, creating a "whoosh" sound.

Outside the window, a blizzard raged, while inside, it was warm and cozy.

A nanmu wood table was placed in the center of the hall. The Ancient One, an old man with a long beard, smiled and gently pushed the teacup in his hand: "Tea from Kamar-Taj, please enjoy."

"The tea is very good." Gino took the cup and gazed at the colorful embroidery on it.

"But I'm not here for tea."

Gino slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked to the window, and looked out at the wind and snow: "I want you to help me find someone."

"His name is Clark Kent."

"Clark Kent?" Ancient One murmured the name, then looked at Gino: "The one who stormed into the Earth's protective array with you?"

"That's right."

Ancient One lowered her eyes: "However, if I tell you where he is, in exchange, you will need to leave this Earth."

The Ancient One's strength varies in each dimension, and the Ancient One in this dimension doesn't seem particularly strong.

"Of course I can leave." Gino smiled and turned around. "As long as I get what I want."

With Gino's assurance, the old man smiled.

"I can give you a specific location," Gu Yi said, spreading his five fingers as magical energy surged and formed a golden Earth pattern. "He's in Germany."

.....

The midday sun shines on the dense forest.

Germany.

In the dense forest.

"Faster, faster!"

Clark led the panicked crowd as they ran through the dense forest.

Just hours earlier, Clark had decided to rescue the people imprisoned in jail.

After a brief moment of thought, Clark chose to abandon thinking and act on instinct.

"Grab them!"

The German soldiers behind him roared and pulled out their guns, firing them.

"Da da da!"

A barrage of bullets rained down on the crowd.

"Whoosh!"

Before anyone could react, Clark had already blocked the bullets.

Bullets whistled past, scattering sparks as they struck his body. The boy strode around behind him, raised his hand, and knocked out the pursuing German soldier.

"Have you all caught up?"

Clark turned to look at the crowd, only to see a woman rush out and grab his arm, crying, "Sir, my son is missing!"

"His name is Eric!"

Before Clark could recover, the rustling sound came from the nearby dense forest again.

"Clark Kent!"

Schmidt's angry shouts echoed through the forest; the German officer was absolutely furious.

Initially, he planned to deceive this extraterrestrial visitor and use him as a guinea pig for experiments.

But unexpectedly, Clark escaped from prison with everyone in the cell.

Clark narrowed his eyes slightly.

My gaze traveled through the branches of the trees.

Under the blinding sunlight, Schmidt, his face contorted in a grimace, held a child in his hand, a cold pistol pressed firmly against the boy's temple.

"If this child runs again, I'll kill him!"

Schmidt, panting heavily, his eyes filled with madness, said, "I'm sure you wouldn't want to see this boy die because of you either."

Although they didn't spend much time together, Schmidt's grasp and analysis of human nature was clearly very strong.

He could tell that Clark was a soft-hearted person.

Or perhaps, it's a soft-hearted god?

"I can ignore those who ran away, but you have to come back with me!" Schmidt gripped the boy's neck with one hand, increasing the pressure, and the boy's face gradually turned blue and purple due to difficulty breathing.

"Don't shoot!"

Clark raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

With a gun pointed at his temple, he couldn't guarantee he could save the boy without any mishap.

"Very good, that's it. Come back with me." Schmidtler pulled the boy, his eyes fixed on Clark.

The surrounding German soldiers walked over to Clark and put shackles on him.

They shoved Clark back the way they came.

Schmidt's lips curled into a smile; he had the gods under his control.

"Shh~"

The surrounding bushes rustled again.

"Perhaps you should let go of that boy."

A lazy voice rang out from not far away.

Looking in the direction of the sound,

A young man in a black suit slowly walked towards them.

The surrounding weeds and trees seemed to be welcoming their king, parting to the sides to create a wide forest path.

"Gino!"

The moment Clark saw the boy, the helpless expression on his face vanished, replaced by joy and happiness.

Although there were many things he wanted to ask Gino, Gino gently raised his hand to signal Clark to shut up.

"Now is not the time for communication."

Gino glanced at Schmidt: "I'll give you a chance. Let the boy go and get lost."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

However, the seemingly frozen air around him made Schmidt feel breathless.

Greed overcame fear, and Schmidt raised his head high: "I don't think you can outrun a gun, I..."

"Buzz!"

Before he could finish speaking, a blazing red light flashed through the dense forest.

*Smack!*

The head, held high, shattered with a deafening roar, exploding like a watermelon dropped from a highway bridge, its red and green contents splattering like paint all over the boy's face beneath it.

Gino extinguished the burning gaze in his eyes and glanced at the headless corpse: "Now you know."

(End of this chapter)