American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 196 Clark's Conditions

Luther Manor.

Fully armed special police officers stormed into the manor hall.

Military boots clattered on the luxurious floor, but when the commanding officer rushed into the hall, this was the scene he saw.

The magnificent chandelier complements the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light shines on the marble, creating a hazy reflection.

A blonde girl was sitting upright in a chair, gnawing on a chicken leg wrapped in breadcrumbs, with some crumbs falling to the ground.

"Hands up!"

The SWAT team leader roared and charged forward, gun raised.

As he got closer, he saw the figure that the girl was hiding behind.

Beside her, a blond boy leaned back on the sofa, his head propped up by his hand.

"No, don't move!" the SWAT officer said in a trembling voice, his eyes fixed on the handsome face.

The reason is simple: the other party's photo is still pasted on the police car's rearview mirror.

Gino Luther.

The main personnel arrested in this raid were also referred to as aliens.

"We...we've received orders from the state government to arrest you!" The SWAT team captain felt his hand holding the gun trembling, but he still forced a smile and shouted, "Hands up?"

"Raise your hands?"

His slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened a crack, and his azure eyes gazed intently at the special police officer in front of him.

Gino's voice was neither happy nor sad, but if Lex were here, he would know that his brother was angry.

"You broke into my house and then demanded that I surrender?"

The boy scoffed, pressing his hands against the sofa as he prepared to stand up.

"Da da da!"

Mistaking the other party for someone who was about to resist, the SWAT captain pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The special police officers behind them also instinctively pulled the trigger.

Countless bullets whistled towards Gino and Kara, enveloping them in a dense barrage of fire.

The bouncing bullets whistled through the air, creating gusts of wind and shattering vases in the corner and oil paintings on the wall.

However, the two figures sitting on the sofa did not move an inch.

The countless bullets flying towards the two seemed to hit an invisible wall, their sharp tips twisting and deforming, falling sparsely onto the marble floor with a crisp sound.

Looking at the mess in the living room,

"Hmm, a vase worth $100,000," Gino sighed. "And an oil painting worth $150,000."

"Kara, do you know how many chicken legs that shoe money could buy?"

Kara asked, puzzled, "How many?"

"That should be enough for you to eat for about a month."

Upon hearing Gino's words, Kara's eyes widened, and the fried chicken leg in her mouth suddenly lost its appeal.

"They are bad people!"

"That's right." Gino gently covered Kara's eyes with his right hand: "Close your eyes."

"The following scenes are not suitable for children."

"oh."

Kara obediently closed her eyes.

Gino, however, raised his other left hand and pressed it down with his palm facing the ground.

Amidst the hail of bullets, as the boy moved his arm, the surrounding air seemed to suddenly gain weight.

"Bang!"

It felt as if an invisible, intangible weight was pressing down on their bodies, and many special police officers' eyes, hidden behind their masks, revealed expressions of terror.

The force continued to intensify, and a violent squeezing sensation came from all directions. The flesh and blood tissue beneath the skin disintegrated, and the extreme pain caused people to open their mouths, wanting to scream and howl.

However, amidst the deathly silence, people discovered an even more terrifying reality.

They couldn't utter a single sound!

With bones shattered and internal organs broken, accompanied by an even more terrifying force, unsurprisingly, all the SWAT officers who participated in the shooting operation instantly burst apart like exploding balloons.

Clumps of blood, chunks of flesh, bones, and even guns were crushed by the bio-force field, turning into strings of small beads of various colors that crashed to the floor.

"Splash!"

A gentle breeze drifted in through the entrance to the hall, carrying away the faint smell of blood from the room.

In the huge living room, only the SWAT captain who had initially shouted for Gino to "raise his hands" remained.

"Clatter".

The assault rifle in his hand slammed to the ground, his brown eyes widened, and his body stiffened like a sculpture. Clearly, he was terrified after witnessing many of his comrades being crushed like minnows before his eyes.

Even if they can recover, they will live with regret and fear for the rest of their lives.

"So."

Gino, having released Kara at some point, gently wrapped an arm around the SWAT captain's neck, and asked with a soft laugh as if he were a long-lost friend, "Do I still need to raise my hands now?"

Out of the corner of his eye, the man saw Gino slowly raise his right hand, his index finger bent, as if he intended to give the SWAT captain a friendly "flick on the forehead."

"Bang!"

....

"Bang!"

The brick wall crumbled, and everyone inside the White House conference room was startled by the sudden appearance of a figure.

The guards instinctively raised their guns, only to find that their weapons had vanished.

"Gurgle!"

Inside the meeting room,

Everyone swallowed hard.

Fear permeated the air, and everyone unanimously guessed that the newcomer might be Gino Luther.

As the dust settled.

A tall, shy-looking boy, who appeared to be only a high school student, stood silently in the conference room.

His tall figure, wearing a white shirt and jeans, is a classic construction site style outfit.

A moment of silence fell until the fat woman, Amanda, mustered her courage and spoke: "Who are you? What is your purpose in barging in here?!"

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Clark slowly raised his head, his shy expression fading, replaced by a resolute one.

"I came here for only one thing."

"I hope you can contact those aliens."

"Tell them that Gino Luther is not an alien hiding on this planet."

"I am."

As Clark finished speaking, the people in the conference room exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions varied.

....

Moon.

A massive, menacing spaceship silently floats in space around a sphere three million kilometers from Earth.

"General Zod."

Clad in Kryptonian high-grade armor that accentuated her shapely figure, the Kryptonian female warrior walked expressionlessly toward the tall, broad-shouldered man standing in front of the Kryptonian spaceship's observation deck.

With his hands behind his back, his resolute face gazed wistfully at the blue planet floating in space outside the window, and said with a touch of melancholy, "Once upon a time, Krypton was just as beautiful."

"But we can never go back." Zod slowly clenched his fist, his expression slightly ferocious.

"Have you found the boy?" Zod asked without turning his head, staring at his adjutant through the reflection in the glass.

"Of course, we found their information using what humans call the Internet."

"He lives in the central part of the small town of Smallville, a metropolitan area in Kansas, where he has a stone-built dwelling."

"very good."

Zod slowly turned around, stared at his adjutant, and said, "Fiona, I want you to bring that boy back."

"His body contains the vital life codex of Krypton."

"Only by reclaiming the Codex of Life can we rebuild Krypton."

(End of this chapter)