American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 205 Planning

metropolis.

Luther Group.

Monday, which should have been the day for the group's employees to go to work, was instead blocked from entering by security guards at the entrance.

"Sorry, we have received a new notification that the group is being transferred starting today."

The employees who rushed to work were first taken aback, then panicked: "What does this mean? We've been fired?"

"God, please don't let me lose my job, or I'll go bankrupt."

"No, it's not that you're unemployed," the security guard at the door said mysteriously. "I heard that the second young master of the Luther family, the boy who caused a ruckus in the council, is going to turn this place into the headquarters of his alliance."

Before the group could finish speaking, company leaders arrived and informed everyone that they would be taking the day off.

Although this is good news, the unknown situation inevitably makes people feel uneasy.

Life is already full of disappointments, and the unknown is even more frightening.

....

Just as a group of employees at the Luther Group were worrying about their future.

The highest floor that agrees on the time.

Lionel, the middle-aged man with white hair and the head of the Luther Group, was leaning on his cane, glaring angrily at the figure not far away.

The dazzling blond hair behind the chair revealed his identity.

"I think you should give me an explanation. Do you know how much less money I earn if these people take a day off?"

This morning, while Narenau was fast asleep, he was hurriedly woken up by his subordinates and learned that Gino had taken the building from him without his permission.

While the price of a building might not be exorbitant for the Luther family, Gino's actions were undoubtedly a provocation to Lionel.

"Sometimes, intelligent people don't even need to communicate to understand each other's intentions."

Sitting on the sofa with his back to Lionel, Gino gazed out the window at the scenery below, where the employees of the Luther Group looked like busy ants.

"But based on your performance, I don't think you possess the characteristics of a smart person."

"You lack all qualities like seriousness, decisiveness, calmness, and fearlessness; you only care about the paper money that people assign meaning to."

"I think you should take a longer-term view, Lionel."

Gino slowly stood up, looked at his nominal father, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and took a bottle out of his pocket.

"I won't let you suffer any losses; this is your reward."

Gino fiddled with the small bottle in his hand, as if it were unimportant.

Lionel's gaze was also drawn to the water bottle in the boy's hand, and she asked curiously, "What's that?"

"It's a potion that can help you live a little longer."

A seemingly casual remark caused Lionel's breathing to quicken and become heavy the moment he heard it.

Judging from Gino's words, the potion in this bottle can restore his life!?

Lionel had no doubt about Gino, after all, he had already witnessed Gino's strength. Simply put, someone of Gino's strength probably didn't need to lie.

"Give it to me!" Lionel reached out eagerly, trying to grab the bottle from Gino's hand.

It was as if it represented hope, represented the future.

"Of course I can give it to you."

Despite saying this, Gino's arm moved slightly backward, pulling the water bottle away from Lionel's grasp.

"But haven't you forgotten something? Equivalent exchange, that's a principle you taught Lex and me when we were kids."

"If," Gino paused, shaking the water bottle in his hand, "you want it, then trade it for Luther Tower."

"I'll give you 30 seconds to think about it."

...

When Lionel walked out of the office with a smile on his face, it signified that Luther Corporation had officially been renamed Justice League Tower.

Gino, sitting in his chair, suddenly spoke without turning his head: "Either get out here yourself, or I'll grab your ear."

"Crack!"

As the words fell, a golden bolt of lightning suddenly exploded inside the room. Bart, with a sheepish grin on his face, scratched his head and slowly approached Gino with small steps.

"Uncle Gino." Bart swallowed hard.

"I heard you've already started planning to form the Justice League?"

Gino remained noncommittal, but gave Bart a strange look: "What does this have to do with you?"

Meeting the boy's slightly cold gaze, Bart swallowed hard, shook his head, and said somewhat shyly, "I... I was just asking."

"If possible,"

"Can I join?"

Seemingly anticipating Bart's thoughts, Gino sighed, rested his chin on his hand, and asked Bart, "So, did you join the Justice League in the future?"

"I"

Gino's words struck Bart like a thunderbolt, leaving him speechless.

"Don't even think about lying to me." Gino pointed to his temple, his expression playful.

"Okay, I didn't join the Justice League."

"That's it." Gino chuckled. "If there's no news of Bart Allen joining the Justice League in the future, then your past self, which is now you, won't be able to join. Even the smallest changes are enough to destroy the timeline, and you understand that better than I do."

"Here's a thousand dollars. Take it and spend it. Also, please send a letter to London for me."

When he made Bart run errands, Gino never forgot to give him a running fee.

Sure enough, after receiving a considerable amount of pocket money, the previously dejected Pagoda immediately perked up. With a "whoosh," it appeared in front of Gino, took the envelope handed to it by the boy, glanced at the address on it, and then quietly disappeared into the house.

"So."

Sitting alone in his office again, Gino rested his chin on one hand and tapped the table with the other: "Now that we've solved the headquarters problem, we need funding to keep things running."

"And then there's human resources management and recruitment."

Thinking about the long string of troubles that lay ahead, Gino rubbed his forehead in distress.

Frankly, he'd rather go after Darkseid for attention than deal with this trivial matter.

"Perhaps I need an assistant to help me." Gino narrowed his eyes slightly, his gloomy expression somewhat reminiscent of Batman's thoughtful demeanor.

.....

Thirty minutes ago.

"Ding-dong."

The doorbell rang, interrupting Diana, who was engrossed in her phone conversation.

"They're here."

Wearing slippers, I walked towards the door. When the woman opened the door, there was a package placed at the entrance.

Diana opened the package, and a yellowed photograph appeared before her eyes.

"Perhaps we should talk."

The top of the package was written in a line of flamboyant English, and the signature at the bottom was undoubtedly that of a person who was very famous in the United States.

"Bruce Wayne?" Diana raised an eyebrow, her expression strange.

"From Gotham?" The heroine slowly raised her head and looked into the distance. She waved her hand slightly, and a rope shimmering with golden light fell into her hand. She pushed open the window and lightly jumped out of the window.

She was curious to know what Bruce Wayne was planning to do.

(End of this chapter)