American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 21 Deep Networks

As evening approached, Clark left the castle.

As he left, Gino's words still echoed in his mind: "Go tell him how you feel."

Shortly after Clark left, the sound of sports car engines could be heard outside the manor.

Lex, dressed in a suit and tie, walked into the hall with a blank expression.

"Butler, prepare some food for me."

Lex gave instructions to the butler while glancing at Gino, who was lying on the sofa.

Lex rolled his eyes in exasperation. "My stupid brother, so who won the bet?"

Hearing Lex's words, Gino narrowed his eyes and said, "Strictly speaking, I won."

Gino stood up, picked up a small loaf of bread from the table, and popped it into his mouth: "The Kent family didn't return the car."

After listening to Gino's words, Lex pondered for a moment and roughly guessed the method Gino had used.

He stared at Gino, who was smiling, and said:

"Oh? You took advantage of Clark's pride?"

Others may not know, but Lex knows Jonathan Kent's stubbornness.

The other party showed no respect to the two of them at all when they were on the riverbank.

To get the Kent family to accept the car, the only option was to approach Clark.

Gino sighed: "Pretty much. He even had a big fight with his father over it."

"But as long as the result is good, then there's nothing wrong with it."

Lex paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Perhaps you are more suited than me to take over the family business and become a qualified head of the family."

As he spoke, Lex pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Gino.

"This is?"

Gino took the note from Lex's hand, his bright blue eyes filled with expectation as he looked at his older brother.

Lex rolled his eyes in annoyance: "This is the trading website for those assassins in the underworld, and it's also your reward for winning the bet."

Watching Gino take the note with a smile, Lex frowned and warned, "However, I need to remind you, don't do anything foolish, Gino."

"Especially, don't expose yourself."

Gino shrugged, mimicking the posture of a U.S. Marine, and gave Lex a loose salute: "Sir, yes sir."

After saying that, without waiting for Lex, whose face had darkened, to curse, Gino, holding the note, lightly leaped up to the second floor of the stairs.

Back in his room, Gino turned on his computer and typed the URL from the note into his browser.

As the network buffer loaded, a simple web interface quickly appeared on the cold, slightly glaring computer screen and into Gino's eyes.

This is a very simple webpage, without any complicated Google URLs; the header only has two options: one black and one red.

"Scavenger" or "employer".

Gino clicked the latter with the mouse, and as the option was confirmed, the page quickly refreshed again, displaying a long list of fill-in-the-blank options.

Task Type:

assassination,

偷窃

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Gino did not hesitate and chose the second option.

[Describe the mission objectives and the transaction location in detail.]

After thinking for a moment, Gino entered the mission address and the necklace worn by the target person into the mission log.

[Fill in the task reward information, and the website will post it on the Cleaner Forum. The platform will take a 1% commission.]

Looking at the transaction pricing interface, Gino frowned slightly, and after thinking it over, set the mission reward at $50,000.

Although kryptonite is important to him, Gino doesn't intend to price it too high to attract unnecessary attention, but if it's too low, no one will take on the mission.

So after much deliberation, $50,000 seemed like a reasonable figure.

After the price was set, the computer displayed a list of receiving accounts and requested that the remittance be completed within five minutes.

Gino took out his phone and made a call, arranging for his bank staff to transfer $50,000 to a designated account number.

Two minutes later, the page refreshed again, and a message popped up saying "A task has been assigned to you. Please wait patiently."

After doing all this, Gino controlled the computer to return to the main page, and then selected the Scavenger option.

He was curious about what kind of page the assassins would see.

The page refreshed again.

Soon, a page resembling an online forum popped up in Gino’s field of vision.

Gino glanced at the few tasks highlighted in red and bold at the top of the screen and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Mission: Assassinate the Lord of the United States.

[Target Bounty: $1000 million.]

"Ten million dollars to buy the lord's life?" Gino clicked his tongue. This great lord's old life isn't worth much, is it?

But then I realized that the Grand Lord was just a puppet put forward by big companies, and ten million didn't seem like a small amount.

"This mission is purely to disgust the US," Gino concluded gleefully.

When Gino saw the killer's comments below, his smile widened.

Anonymous A: "Shit, I'm pretty sure the guy who posted this task is Arab."

Anonymous B: "I support someone taking on this task to take down that old puppet who keeps spouting nonsense on TV!"

Gino then swiped the mouse down and discovered that the tasks inside were all kinds of things.

One of them was "500,000 to assassinate my damned eighty-year-old husband."

"A reward of 200,000 is offered for information leading to Amosd Corporation's trade secrets."

It can only be said that the evil of human nature is vividly displayed in the Cleaner Forum. The few tasks that Gino just saw were even harmless. The more terrifying and unspeakable tasks made Gino speechless.

Yes, baseness and nobility have always been twins in human nature. They sit at opposite ends of a scale. When one end decreases, the other end will only increase until the scale becomes unbalanced and falls to one extreme.

"call."

Gino exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly turned off the computer.

I don't know when someone will take over my task.

At the same time that Gino turned off his computer and went to sleep.

In a hotel somewhere in the metropolis,

Countless gun parts were scattered on the ground, and empty pizza boxes were piled up like a small mountain. Meanwhile, the empty wine bottles on the ground showed that the hotel's guests seemed to have a particular fondness for alcohol.

A middle-aged man with a stubble rubbed his chin. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously scrolling through the Cleaner website with the mouse, while he held a bottle of liquor in one hand and took a sip every now and then.

"Hmm? Stealing a necklace from a girl's neck? A little brat seeking revenge for unrequited love?" The middle-aged man ate the melon with great interest, shouting behind him without turning his head, "Slade, want to steal a necklace? It's worth fifty thousand dollars!"

Not far behind the man, a tall figure sat on the edge of the bed, his large hand gripping a magazine and continuously loading bullets into it.

A deep voice came from the corner:

"Ha, too little, a waste of time."

After loading the bullets, the figure slowly stood up and walked towards the light. The shadow gradually faded, revealing a muscular body covered with scars and a right eye covered by a mask.

His assistant asked with great interest, "So what were you doing when you were sixteen? Did you have a crush on anyone in high school?"

The man picked up the two samurai swords from the ground, wiped away the blood, and stared expressionlessly at the cold, gleaming blades, saying, "Dongqing, I joined the army and started killing when I was sixteen."

His name is Lex, and he also has a very famous name in the mercenary world - Deathstroke!

These days, don't readers give recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, or tips? I hope you can be more considerate. I don't need them, but you can't not give them! (Difficult face) PS: From the movie "Personal Tailor".

(End of this chapter)