American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 173 Red Skull

Outside the dimly lit prison.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the windowpanes.

This office belongs to Schmidt.

The table and cabinet displayed many family photos, but the red markings on the photos clearly indicated that these family members had long since died.

"Schmidt was undoubtedly a tyrant."

Clark, clutching a can of luncheon meat and using his other hand to scoop out the salted meat to satisfy his hunger, mumbled, "What do we do next?"

Although theoretically Clark doesn't need to eat luncheon meat to maintain his energy, Kryptonians' almost godlike physique allows them to go without food or water for a long time simply by basking in the sun.

However, habits formed over many years cannot be changed overnight.

After finishing the last piece of luncheon meat, Clark wiped the grease off his hands and looked at Gino somewhat awkwardly.

After talking with them, he learned why the two of them were there.

The self that was being controlled bears a large part of the responsibility.

Now that he had a leader, Clark believed he only needed to do one thing: listen to what Gino said and do it.

Not far away, Gino was sitting in his office chair, flipping through the documents on his desk, which detailed Schmidt's attempts to unleash human potential through various brutal tortures.

"Snap!" Gino closed the file and tossed it on the table. The boy slowly stood up and rubbed his neck. "The next step is simple: find a way home."

"What method?"

"An energy source that can support our travel through the multiverse."

Gino picked up another document, a smile playing on his lips: "Besides, I also know where to find this energy source."

"Let's go to the telegraph room."

Gino pushed open the door: "Schmidt's old friend is in close contact with him."

"We'll pretend to be Schmidt and go to greet him."

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An underground base somewhere in Western Europe.

The clean and tidy ground proves that the base is well-organized.

Countless people wore black breathing masks and had skull patterns hanging on the chests of their dark military uniforms.

These guys were carrying heavy, oddly shaped weapons, the barrels of which emitted a pale blue energy glow and looked extremely destructive.

They looked up, lined up neatly, at the figure on the high platform.

"Small mustaches are outdated now."

The man paused, then raised his right hand in front of him: "It's the era of Hydra!"

"Long live Hydra!" the soldiers cheered in unison.

Looking at the reaction from below the stage, the Red Skull wearing a human skin mask smirked slightly. He was very satisfied with the morale of this army; it was a powerful force capable of participating in battle.

Little Mustache suffered setbacks in the extremely cold permafrost, and the islands of Japan exploded.

The Allied counter-offensive left Little Mustache in a state of utter chaos.

Everything seemed to be telling Red Skull: Little Mustache is doomed.

However, the demise of Little Mustache did not mean the end of Hydra. Taking advantage of the fertile soil of Germany, his Hydra forces had fully developed and were ready to devour the world.

Red Skull turned to look at the cockpit behind him, where energy bombs, crafted from a cosmic cube he had found in a church in Eastern Europe, were arranged. Each one was no less powerful than the force that had destroyed Japan.

Red Skull slowly bent down and gripped the iron bar with both hands.

He felt he couldn't wait to rule the world and bring it under Hydra's control.

"leader!"

A bald man ran frantically toward the Red Skull, shattering the man's reverie.

"Dr. Zola." Red Skull frowned slightly, turning to look at the bald doctor: "You'd better have something important to tell me."

Dr. Zola adjusted his glasses and spoke rapidly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Schmidt, who is in charge of research on superhumans, sent you a telegram to express his greetings and his wish to visit you."

"Schmidt?" A hint of disgust flashed in Red Skull's eyes. Due to the overlap in their scientific fields, he had indeed been in contact with the other party for a period of time, but that did not mean that Red Skull liked the other party. That damned guy shared the same surname as him, which made him very unhappy.

After all, what makes you think you can use the surname Schmidt?

Red Skull was determined that once he had devoured the entire world, the Schmidt surname would become unique.

The red skull tapped the iron bars lightly with its fingers, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "Ignore it."

He's worthless trash, no longer worthy of being associated with Red Skull.

"boom!"

Before Red Skull could react, the wooden support above his head, made of steel, shattered with a crash, and glass mixed with twisted steel fell to the ground with a loud noise.

A figure tumbled down in a rather disheveled state.

"My back!"

Clark clutched his back, his face contorted in pain.

"Is that a person?"

"Shoot now!"

Before Clark could react, the well-trained Hydra soldiers raised their rifles, modified with the energy of the Cosmic Cube, the moment they saw him.

"Buzz~"

One after another, the azure blue gun barrels were charged, and in the next instant, countless deep red energy beams roared down like a torrential rain on Clark's location.

The terrifying temperature melted steel and cement floors.

The crisscrossing beams of energy engulfed Clark's figure.

The red skull, standing on the high platform, narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the battlefield below with a wary expression.

As the smoke cleared, Clark, shirtless, appeared before everyone's eyes.

"How is this possible!"

No one could believe what they were seeing: a kinetic beam that could easily destroy a heavy metal tank could not kill a human.

"Sorry, perhaps you could lay down your weapons and surrender?" Clark scratched his head.

"The one who's coming soon won't be so easy to talk to."

However, his words were clearly misunderstood by the Hydra soldiers, who took them as an insult.

"Kill him!"

The soldiers roared and raised their guns again, aiming them at Clark.

However, what was clearly faster than them pulling the trigger was a deep blue beam of light.

"Buzz~" The extreme freezing beam swept across everyone's body, and wherever it passed, it was like pouring a bucket of cold water on a weather of minus fifty degrees Celsius, freezing everything.

The soldiers, their movements grotesque and wild, were frozen one by one inside the icy blue coffins.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The field that Red Skull had used for mobilization now looked like a glacier, and the extreme cold made Dr. Zola behind Red Skull shiver.

The two Red Skulls looked up at the sky.

A figure slowly floated in the air, his voice cold: "Why waste words with them, Clark?"

Gino gazed calmly at everything beneath his feet. After confirming that everyone had frozen to death in the extreme ice, his oppressive gaze slowly moved and landed on the Red Skull, who was standing on the high platform looking up at Gino.

"Gurgle."

Facing that indifferent gaze, which seemed like that of a high and mighty god, Red Skull Shame found himself feeling a sense of fear and dread.

It was like a pet rabbit staying at home encountering a fierce eagle; the oppressive feeling from the superior made Red Skull's limbs stiffen.

He tried to open his mouth to say something, but the surrounding air seemed to be alive, squeezing the Red Skull's limbs.

"Click-clack~"

The bones of the limbs cracked and crumbled under the crushing force of the biological force.

With great effort, he opened his mouth, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. The red skull pleaded, his voice strained, "No, don't kill me!"

(End of this chapter)