American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 228 Burning the Witch

metropolis.

The city bustles with traffic under the cover of night.

Justice League lobby.

The murals in the corridor that were originally used to display the best employee award have long been removed.

Instead, display cases were set up.

Inside the transparent glass at the very front is a tattered red cloak.

In order, there is also a metallic head that exudes a cold, gleaming light.

It comes from Grid, a member of the criminal syndicate.

After Superpower's death, the Singer, now free of worries, used the supercomputing power of the human transformed from the energy of the Cosmic Cube to easily crush the Grid and destroy the robot's underlying logic program.

But the matter is not over yet.

In the Justice League council hall.

It was still that same wide, round table.

The group has figured out exactly how members of the Crime Syndicate got into this universe.

The reason is simple: the Ancient One, who was unaware of the DC universe, accidentally shattered the barrier of another universe, thus releasing villains such as Superman.

Ironically, it was precisely for this reason that the Avengers died.

The poor Hulk was killed instantly before he could even transform.

I'm not going to think about those unlucky guys anymore.

Inside the lobby.

The blond boy remained seated in the main seat, one hand supporting his chin, his expression helpless.

The reason was simple: an argument was taking place in the hall.

"Why are these people all locked up in Arkham Asylum!?"

"This is completely unfair."

The speaker was Diana, the Amazon warrior, who was so fierce that she was practically ready to jump onto the table and berate Batman.

The reason for their argument was quite simple.

Just minutes earlier, after Gino returned and forcefully dealt with the invading crime syndicate, Night Owl, Supergirl, and Johnny Quick were all arrested.

Night Owl was defeated by Batman, who knew him best.

It's certainly cause for celebration that these bad guys have been caught. The Justice League has once again proven their reliability with their actions, and even now, a trend of imitating superheroes is sweeping the internet.

Many boys like to dress up as Batman and fight crime in the dead of night.

We've gone off on a tangent.

After the criminals were apprehended, a new problem arose before everyone.

That is, how to deal with these super criminals has become an urgent human problem.

Gino's proposal was simple and direct.

Killing them all would solve the problem.

Unfortunately, if he were acting alone, he could easily execute these villains.

Unfortunately, the Justice League is a team, and although I am the leader of this team, I also need to understand the wishes of the members.

Batman and Clark naturally opposed killing the intruders.

As for Diana?

She opposed killing Supergirl because she was pregnant. As for Owlman and Johnny Quick?

Whether she lives or dies is none of her concern.

Now, Wonder Woman and Batman are arguing about where these criminals should be locked up.

As a paranoid man, Batman naturally believes that these unstable elements should be confined to Arkham Asylum.

It's easier to monitor them if they're right under our noses.

But Diana objected to this.

The heroine did not believe that an ordinary person could suppress these superpowered criminals, and she advocated that they be imprisoned on Paradise Island.

Both sides argued their points forcefully, neither willing to yield.

Clearly, it will be a long time before they determine a winner.

...

Flames surged against the dark night sky.

People were all around, villagers dressed in coarse linen clothes and carrying knives, forks and wooden sticks gathered in the center of the village.

This is an execution ground.

Three ragged, terrified women were bound to three thick crosses with iron chains.

Rough branches and rotten leaves, rotten eggs.

The filth of anyone who could humiliate a person, both physically and mentally, was splattered on them.

"Splash splash."

The restless crowd parted to make way for a man wearing a red top hat, who strode toward the woman who was the leader of the three women.

Seemingly sensing the approaching man, the woman slowly raised her head, a mocking smile on her face. She struggled to look up as the middle-aged man drew near, and then spoke, "Commander Walkens."

"Did I come here to admire your masterpiece?"

"Shut up!"

The woman's response was a ruthless slap across the face from the man.

"Countess," the man said sternly, pointing a finger at the woman's cheek, "tell me the whereabouts of the Three Magic Stones!"

"Perhaps you can escape this burning at the stake."

Hearing the man's words, the woman smiled: "In my magic book."

The man glanced at the servant behind him, and soon someone brought him a thick book.

He turned the pages of the book and showed it to the woman: "What's written in this book?"

The woman smiled, raised her head, and said arrogantly, "This means the magic stones are mine. Once I possess them, you will tremble and kneel at my feet, and you will no longer harm my people."

A woman's words are like a sharp knife piercing a man's heart.

"Damn bitch!"

His expression turned ferocious again: "Burn them to death, now!"

As the man finished speaking, the people who could no longer contain themselves rushed forward, dropping their torches and setting the straw beneath the three women ablaze.

"Boom!"

As flames rose, the intense heat scorched the woman's body.

Amidst the heart-wrenching wails, the woman's voice gradually rose: "This is not over yet!"

"When the time is right, my offspring will awaken me."

"I will return once more and reclaim the glory of the world!"

"At that time, I will exact my revenge on the world and unleash the flames of my people's wrath!"

....

"Lana, Lana?"

My body was shaken, and I felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if I had a hangover.

The girl opened her eyes and found herself in a coffee shop.

Chloe and Louise, the two cousins, sat at the opposite table.

"You don't look like you've had enough rest?" Chloe blinked and asked curiously.

Just now, Lana, who was gathered at the coffee shop, suddenly fell asleep without any warning.

"Maybe she's just exhausted?" Louise said, resting her chin on her hand and stirring her coffee cup listlessly. She glanced at Lana and said, "Sometimes I also feel drained when I'm working overtime writing."

"No, I, I just..."

Lana pursed her lips, her eyes slightly red: "As you know, when that evil organization invaded the town, the battle with the police affected the nursing home. A kind old woman I knew died in that conflict."

"In her will, she bequeathed this book to me."

As she spoke, Lana picked up a book wrapped in dark red leather from beside her.

"This book was left to me by Ms. Cassandra."

Lana introduced it to Chloe and Louise: "Its author is the medieval Lady Isabelle Margaret Therloth."

Lana turned to the title page of the book again.

As her fingers traced the paper, a purple light flowed through the gaps between the girl's fingers and into her body.

"Maybe it's some kind of superpower book?" Lana chuckled self-deprecatingly, but in her heart, she was thinking of Clark.

(End of this chapter)