American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 224 Tyrant and Dignity

The sun disappeared.

After the sunlight disappeared, darkness once again enveloped the land of America.

Everything was darkness.

Without electricity or internet, darkness pervaded every corner of the earth.

Fear and confusion filled everyone's hearts; today was absolutely terrible.

Located in the metropolitan sewers.

An advanced underground drainage system makes the city's pipeline network extensive and interconnected.

Green, foul-smelling liquid flowed through the pipes in the center of the road, whistling through them and bringing a nauseating stench.

In a small, enclosed room.

Several candles were lit in various places along the small stone wall.

The flickering firelight reflected everyone's faces.

Clark.

Diana.

and also,

A striking bald head.

They sat around a table, and in the center of the table and chairs was a dark blue Rubik's Cube of energy.

"Things have gotten complicated."

Lex spoke first, his deep green eyes filled with seriousness.

"Based on the information the singer obtained by hacking into the other party's network."

"The enemy has invaded the world's network and taken control of water, electricity, and gas, while their leader has flown into space and used the moon to block the sunlight from shining on the American mainland."

"One of his men, a guy named Johnny Quick, is suspected of being a speedster who has released criminals from prisons all over the world."

Lexton paused, glanced at Clark, and said, "And according to the latest intelligence, they have arrived in Smallville and taken all the residents hostage to search for Kryptonite for them."

It must be said that only in war can one truly understand the importance of artificial intelligence like the Singer: the technological side can provide a wealth of intelligence that can determine the course of events and the overall situation.

"I have a question."

Diana crossed her arms, looking impatient: "Where did Gino go?"

"I know the answer to that question."

Clark spoke, then hesitated, "I told him the prophecy, and afterwards he seemed to go to find Batman. The two of them mysteriously disappeared somewhere."

It has to be said that after losing Ginobili and Batman, the Justice League seems to have lost its backbone and has no idea what to do next.

Should we act rashly?

The opponent is equally strong.

"Gentlemen, I don't mean to disturb you, but you should know something."

The singer's cold voice came from inside the Cosmic Cube.

One of the six-sided prismatic cubes lit up with a deep blue light, then formed a picture.

"This is..." Clark stared at the building on the projection and blurted out, "A church?"

....

Smallville town.

Men, women, young and old.

Police officer, farmer, businessman, pastor.

Regardless of profession or status.

People were forced to gather in the square below the church.

The square, which should have been bustling with people, was eerily quiet.

Every face was etched with solemnity, panic, and fear.

Some even let out low, hoarse sobs due to extreme fear.

Lana, Pete, and Chloe stared at the figures standing in the four corners of the square with complicated expressions.

A man wearing jet-black armor and a black cloak with an owl pattern welded to his chest.

A black-haired woman wearing a black leather jacket, a metal battle skirt around her waist, and a long golden rope tied around her waist.

And then there's that creepy-looking, red-clad weirdo.

And then there was the arrogant man standing on the church steps, one hand clenched into a fist.

With a face that bore a striking resemblance to Clark's, he raised his head and gazed indifferently at the crowd: "This world belongs to us!"

His tone was calm yet carried an air of unquestionable authority.

"Now, lambs, let me introduce you to my companions."

The man's gaze swept over the masked man and woman in black: "Night Owl, and Supergirl too."

"And Johnny Quick."

"And," he pointed to the "U" shaped pattern on his suit, "I'm Superpower."

"Remember this name, for in the future, I will be the king of all of you!"

Hearing these arrogant words, even the usually composed Little Black Pete showed a troubled expression.

God is my witness, He has no inclination to be a subject of men.

Lana's face was deathly pale. She whispered to Chloe, whose expression resembled her own, "Where's Gino?"

"And Clark?"

Hearing Lana's question, Chloe's expression turned serious. Her gaze fell on her cousin Louise, who was not far away, and she shook her head, saying, "I don't know."

Seemingly having overheard their whispers, Superpower's sharp gaze instantly locked onto the two women, a cold smile playing on his lips: "I heard quite a few of you discussing the name Gino Luther."

"And there's Clark, who shares the same name as me."

"I can tell you, in a moment of kindness," Chao Ba looked up at the dark sky above, "that perhaps they had already disappeared before I arrived, knowing that my best friend was here."

The man loosened his fist listlessly, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "I was originally planning to personally savor the joy of killing them."

"But now it seems..."

He shook his head in disappointment: "Just two cowards who would abandon their friends and family."

Superpower puffed out his chest, his eyes gleaming red: "So lambs, don't expect anyone to save you!"

"What you need to do is kneel down!"

As the man spoke each word clearly, the people in the hall exchanged bewildered glances.

"I'll say it!"

Superpower clenched his fist: "Kneel down!"

It was like the roar of a tiger in the mountains, or the terrifying howl of someone about to kill.

It's unclear who started it, but the fear and cowardice of death, coupled with the expectation and desire for life, caused many people to unconsciously bend their knees.

"Snapped!"

The dull thud of the first pair of knees hitting the ground triggers a herd mentality.

More and more people are bending their knees.

Men, women, young and old.

Politicians or millionaires.

Under the threat of death, dignity is completely lost.

As one person after another knelt down, they seemed to be worshipping their emperor.

"Very good, very good!"

Superpower watched with satisfaction as one human after another, whom he regarded as lambs, knelt at his feet.

This desire for control led him to a life of debauchery.

However, as time went on, the scene that should have been a large group of people kneeling down did not occur.

Amid the kneeling crowd, a few figures still stood.

It's as striking as an ink stain on a clean, white shirt.

Superb's dark blue eyes were fixed on the few people who were still standing.

A middle-aged couple who looked familiar.

There were three girls and a little black boy.

While everyone else chose to submit, they chose to stand up and express their stance.

"Interesting." Superba smiled.

"Splash splash~"

A night breeze blew by, and the man's laughter grew even louder: "This is hilarious!"

"I never imagined I would meet my adoptive parents in this universe."

Superba licked his lips, his eyes gleaming red: "Jonathan, tell me, why aren't you kneeling?"

"Because!" Jonathan pushed his wife away, trying his best to straighten his chest and show his self-respect.

He said, "I will not bow down to a madman, a butcher!"

(End of this chapter)