American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 307 Nick Fury's Visit

Hamburger chain restaurant.

As a representative American food that is high in sugar and calories, the hamburger's biggest function since its invention has been that it is cheap and filling.

Furthermore, its novel and convenient way of consumption has made it popular all over the world, and has made the free and free America a beacon in the hearts of many people.

Holding a cheeseburger in his hand, Gino savored the burst of calories in his mouth while squinting and looking around.

This is a fast food restaurant that looks very lively.

Customers eating, busy shop staff.

However, if you had the same abilities as Gino, you could see through the walkie-talkies and dark, portable pistols hidden under their clothes.

To put it simply, it's like The Truman Show, where everyone is playing along with the poor Truman in a performance.

However, if we think about it seriously, perhaps Truman would be happier staying in Truman's world, since he is the only protagonist in that world.

Gino snapped out of his daze.

He was the only customer in the entire restaurant.

The only one who can control all of this is Mazefak.

Unfortunately, the template set up by the one-eyed man was full of flaws. The men and women exchanging glances and the calluses on their hands were so obvious that even without X-ray vision, careful observation would reveal the truth.

If Batman is the mastermind of the DC Universe, then Nick Fury is the Joker of the Marvel Universe.

Oh, it's a clown in the literal sense.

Always pretending to be smart and then messing everything up.

Frankly, the fact that Fury managed to turn S.H.I.E.L.D. into a smuggling operation and wasn't dismissed afterwards makes Geno seriously suspect that Fury might have contributed his black ass to those white men.

"That's really abstract."

Gino tapped the table, making a crisp sound.

He had no interest in playing along with Fury's dramatic entrance act.

"So, is your pretend game over?"

Gino leaned to the side, his gaze fixed on the table opposite him.

A bald, black-haired man stiffened upon hearing Gino's voice.

"As I suspected, you are very mysterious."

"The famous Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Gino chuckled, but his hand rested lightly on Fury's shoulder. The two seemed like longtime friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, as if they were about to say something like "Want to have a drink?"

But this seemingly intimate gesture made the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents around them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Everyone instinctively reached into their holsters, but their actions displeased Fury.

The black man glared at the agents around him, feeling utterly helpless. What use were firearms against such a force?

"Let me guess, they found me at Stark Industries."

Hearing Gino's question, the black man nodded helplessly and said, "That's right."

Because of Howard Stark, the first director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Tony Stark is also under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance.

Not long ago, Fury discovered that Tony was talking to himself on the top floor.

This made Fury very worried about Tony's mental state, and he even considered whether he should find a psychologist for Tony.

But soon, not long ago, the agents monitoring the top floor told Fury that a boy had appeared out of nowhere on the roof, and that a blond young man seemed to be quite respected by Stark.

Moreover, the man revealed various things about S.H.I.E.L.D. to Tony, which undoubtedly piqued the curiosity of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., leading to this test.

But clearly, the result of the test terrified Fury.

Even though Gino didn't say anything, Fury felt an invisible pressure that made his hands and feet go cold and his body tremble uncontrollably. He swore that he felt like he was talking to a sun.

"Listen," Gino glanced at the bald, braised egg and said, "I have no interest in getting involved in your freak alliance plan, but I hope you'll be smart enough not to bother me."

"Otherwise, how can I guarantee that I won't accidentally kill a few people?"

As he spoke, Fury saw the tables, chairs, and benches around him begin to twist and deform, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound in the air.

To everyone's astonishment, the wooden planks crumbled and disintegrated, and Gino's methods terrified all the agents present.

What if, instead of furniture, their heads had been twisted?

A chill ran down my spine!

"Well then, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Gino stood up with a smile, looked at the clerk behind the broken counter, winked, and said, "Your cheeseburger is delicious."

"If I ever get fired from S.H.I.E.L.D., I could try opening my own burger joint."

Osborne Group.

"Something is missing."

"I lost my job."

In a quiet villa area.

The middle-aged doctor named Connors looked pained.

Like most middle-aged unemployed men, he was bewildered and helpless, his right arm empty, with only his left hand covering his forehead and a worried expression on his face.

For years, the Osborn Group had been developing a drug that could repair human tissue, and he had been trying it with the group's funding. However, all his experiments ended in failure, which displeased the group's senior management, who dismissed him for wasting the group's resources.

"What should I do now?"

He looked up blankly at the last bottle of medicine on the table.

Experimental drugs have always been used on mice, but never on humans.

"Perhaps using it on people could yield good results?"

Connors muttered to himself, a crazy plan forming in his mind.

His gaze fell on the medicine on the table, then he looked down at his empty right arm.

As if he had made up his mind, Connors reached out and grabbed the vial of medicine.

The azure liquid rippled in the glass bottle, emitting a deep, mysterious luster, as beautiful and enigmatic as the blood of a demon.

"Come on, Connors, you've run out of options."

He muttered to himself, then raised the syringe in his hand and plunged it into his arm.

"Splash!"

The originally abundant medicine was injected into the blood vessels and spread throughout the body.

An indescribable pain caused Kanas to stagger and fall to his knees, frantically tearing at his clothes.

"Ah, my, my hand!"

He stared in horror at his right arm, which seemed to be growing a cocoon like a silkworm emerging from its cocoon, enveloping his empty arm.

At the same time, Connors could also feel his lost right hand return!

"strength!"

He staggered to his feet, pulled off the cocoons from his hands, revealing a delicate and smooth arm, and slowly clenched his fist.

"I feel like everything is back to normal!"

Connors slowly raised his head, and bursts of manic, hoarse laughter came from his throat.

(End of this chapter)