American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 178 Clark and Bart

I want to be alone.

metropolis.

A prosperous city.

A strong level of economic development has led to rapid urban growth and created numerous job opportunities.

The increase in population size further promotes urban development.

If you're looking to start a business in Gotham City, then making money in the metropolis is always the best option.

At the foot of a newly opened building in the metropolis, a muscular young man stood shirtless, revealing his well-defined muscles.

He squatted on the ground without any regard for appearances, devouring a cheap piece of bread.

Adjusting the towel around his neck, Clark gazed intently at the large number of bricks he had piled up that morning—bricks so thick that even the foreman would offer him a cigarette and praise his work.

"Phew." Clark exhaled a soft breath, stood up, declined his coworkers' invitation to go to the club for a drink, and after taking his wages for the day, Clark walked to a chain supermarket near the construction site to buy ingredients for dinner.

Upon entering the mall, the shelves were filled with a dazzling array of goods, and Clark, dressed only in a sleeveless shirt, undoubtedly became the focus of attention in this area.

Many American women's eyes lingered on Clark's strong, muscular arms and tall stature.

There were even quite a few daring women who tried to flirt with Clark by whistling.

Well, with that physique alone, Clark could earn more money in a week just by standing in a club than he does carrying bricks on a construction site.

"What should we eat today?"

Clark strode toward the discount section of the mall.

It wasn't that he couldn't make money doing manual labor, but rather that his inner guilt was disrupting Clark's thoughts.

He planned to earn more money and send it to the farm to repay the Jonathans for raising him.

Clark reached for the nearest bag of bread, his mind wandering elsewhere.

"Smack."

A large hand pressed down on the cold shipping container.

Clark stared blankly, his eyes wide.

No, where's his bread?

Where did that huge bread go?

Clark shook his head. Perhaps he had misjudged the situation earlier?

Move your right hand towards the second piece of bread.

"Whoosh."

The same scene unfolded again: the bread wrapped in the packaging bag had vanished.

"No, that's not right." Clark frowned. This time he saw it clearly; the bread had indeed suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Clark felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart and squinted at the shelf in front of him.

Reaching out to touch another piece of bread, at the same time, thanks to the Kryptonian's innate ability, everything around seemed to be playing in slow motion.

A woman walking with her child.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly pushing a cart.

Everything seemed to freeze in time.

Clark ignored the commotion and stared intently at the shelf in front of him, trying to figure out where the cheap bread had vanished.

next moment.

A golden bolt of lightning tore through the air, its extreme speed even making the air whistle. A slender arm reached out and touched the bread that Clark was holding.

Clark glanced to his side out of the corner of his eye.

A boy with dyed yellow buzz cut and a red backpack slung across his chest was holding a piece of bread in his mouth, about to snatch the last bag of bread left on the shelf.

His red backpack was already full of bread bags.

"Hmm?" Seemingly noticing the strange gaze, the boy looked up at the tall man beside him.

Eyes facing each other.

Big eyes looking at small eyes.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air.

A moment later, the boy's pupils widened, his eyes filled with shock, seemingly astonished that Clark could detect his speed.

A bright golden lightning bolt crackled around the boy's body, enveloping him as he tried to flee.

"Wait!" Clark was just as quick, grabbing the boy's wrist with the arm that was reaching for the bread.

"Snap!" A strong, calloused left hand gripped the boy's wrist tightly to prevent him from escaping, and also interrupted the golden lightning gathering on the boy's body.

"You're from a small town too?"

Clark tilted his head, staring at the boy with a serious expression.

No wonder he was nervous and suspicious; after all, in Clark's opinion, the boy's abilities might also be caused by the meteor shower in the town.

He believed that none of the unlucky guys in the town who gained superpowers from the meteorite would survive.

"A small town? What small town?"

The boy frowned, his face full of confusion, and the fact that a stranger was holding his wrist made him feel insecure.

Clark pursed his lips and asked, "Smalville, did you ever live there?"

Clark was wary of this speedster and was very worried that the kid would use his superpowers to do bad things.

"Smolville? Isn't that Uncle Gino and Uncle Clark's hometown?" The boy frowned, then stared warily at Clark. "But that's none of your business. I advise you to let me go, or you're going to suffer."

Hearing the boy's words, Clark's mind went blank.

"Uncle Gino and Uncle Clark?"

Clark rubbed his cheeks somewhat blankly; his fair face was even clean-shaven, and he was far from being an uncle.

Moreover, he didn't recall knowing any couples in the town with children that big.

Moreover, Gino doesn't have many friends in the town.

With this elimination, Clark felt his head suddenly swell.

But, taking advantage of Clark's momentary daze, the boy suddenly swung his arm.

"Whoosh!"

Before Clark could react.

Golden lightning crackled with electricity, and Clark felt his hand suddenly go empty.

"Bye-bye, you idiot!"

Break free from Clark's control.

The boy who appeared near the shelf not far away stuck his tongue out at Clark, and the next moment, the boy turned into a golden light and ran towards the exit.

"Don't run!"

Clark dropped the bread he was holding and sped off at top speed to chase after the boy.

He wanted to know the boy's identity; it was very important to him.

The two chased each other like marathon runners racing against time, or like playing a cops and robbers game.

The speed skyrockets, and the surrounding scenery constantly changes.

They left everything behind.

From above, it looks like two beams of light, one gold and one white, chasing each other and speeding through the entire metropolitan city.

They ran through chaotic bars, leaped over concrete and steel cities, and passed through the iconic Luther Group building in the Metropolitan Area.

"Snapped!"

A beautiful and perfect parkour jump, the blond boy leaped over the fence and landed on the flowing sea.

The flowing seawater was now beneath his feet, like a being from the legendary Atlantis. The boy stood firmly on the water, not forgetting to turn his head and give Clark the middle finger: "Come and catch up if you dare!"

After saying that, the boy turned his head and sped towards the distant sea, leaving only a golden afterimage in Clark's eyes.

"Tsk." Looking at the surging sea, Clark couldn't help but clench his fist.

The reason is simple: he cannot walk on the sea.

Staring at the figure gradually disappearing into the distance, Clark pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then sighed deeply: "If only Gino were here."

(End of this chapter)