American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 322 Vampire Conspiracy

"Splat!"

Like the unfortunate soul in Hindu mythology who was impaled on Shiva's trident.

As yet another vampire struggled frantically but could not break free of his restraints, the boy lifted his body and forcefully pierced it through the wooden splinters.

"Bang!"

Another vampire exploded into a cloud of ashes and landed on the marble floor.

At this moment, a considerable amount of ashes had already scattered throughout the hall.

"You, you devil!"

Eileen stared in despair at Gino, who had just killed someone but still had a smile on his face. He looked like a serial killer from a horror movie, with an incredibly terrifying mental fortitude. It seemed that killing a person or even a human being brought him no psychological burden whatsoever.

"devil?"

Gino pulled up the table leg that had just killed the vampire.

In Western mythology, stakes and crosses are powerful weapons used to kill vampires.

But Gino thought that no matter what kind of creature it was, it would die if its heart was pierced by a wooden stake, right?

However, this had nothing to do with him. Gino played with the wooden stake while retorting to Irene, "I don't drink blood, nor do I turn people into monsters that are neither human nor ghost."

"If anyone is the devil, it's you filthy rats hiding in the shadows who truly fit the public's image."

The boy walked to the woman's side, squatted down, and gently patted Yilin's cheek with a wooden stake.

He asked with a smile, "Tell me, who turned you into a vampire?"

Faced with the boy's overwhelming power and the wooden stake in his hand stained with the ashes of his companions, Irene, the leader of the vampire sisterhood, trembled uncontrollably.

"I...I don't know!"

She bit her lip in terror, explaining, "If... if I reveal that person's name, I will break my oath and be burned to death by the fire of the contract hidden in my blood!"

Hearing the woman's words and seeing the fear in her eyes, Gino could roughly determine that the woman was not lying.

She was going to die either way, but she didn't want to die.

This is quite difficult, very difficult.

Gino didn't think that this Irene was someone who could sacrifice her life for the human world—or rather, a ghost.

"How come I've never encountered a single selfless saint in the Western world who saves the world? These people aren't even as enlightened as Batman!"

The boy was a little angry. He shook the wooden stake in his hand and then threw it violently against the wall.

"Snapped!"

The sharp wooden stakes pierced the wall hard, kicking up wisps of dust.

"Let's go."

Gino raised his arm, grabbed Irene's wrist, and dragged her toward the wall.

"No, don't kill me! I know a lot of vampires!"

"Metropolis harbors many vampires!"

Irene, mistakenly believing that Gino was going to kill her, screamed wildly.

"As expected, vampires have begun to infiltrate human society."

Gino's heart sank. Just as he had guessed, a race with a long lifespan and extraordinary abilities could not possibly be willing to be subservient to a short-lived species like humans.

Gino could even guess the purpose of these vampires.

They continuously infect human elites by transforming their vampire followers, then secretly take control of human society, turning all humans in the world into their mobile blood bags.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

At this moment, Yilin was still screaming and yelling like a woman who was afraid of dying.

Gino, his head throbbing from the woman's nagging, slapped her across the face.

"Shut up! I won't kill you, but if you keep bothering me, I'll crush your head!"

The woman was slapped by Gino, but she knew he wouldn't kill her. Although her cheek stung, she wisely kept quiet.

She saw the boy wave his hand lightly and open a golden portal on the wall.

At the other end is a spacious and simple circular hall, with a golden throne placed in the center, adding to the hall's majestic and mysterious atmosphere.

Gino dragged Irene into it as if he were pulling a bag of garbage.

After a slight dizziness, the faint scent of air purifier filled my nostrils.

"Hello."

A cold female voice echoed as an illusory woman, constructed by an AI projector, walked out of the wall expressionlessly and stood before Gino.

A beam of blue light swept across Gino's body: "Identity confirmed."

"Gino Luther, great leader, welcome back!"

"Singer, I told you not to play such an awkward game." Gino sighed and rubbed his forehead. He wondered if it was because of the human internet, but even his loyal Cybertronian assistant was starting to become somewhat abstract.

"Heh heh, I think you'll enjoy this kind of dark humor, sir."

The singer reverted to her cold demeanor, her artificial projection now appearing as a short-haired, powerful businesswoman in a black suit. The woman's head turned and landed on Irene: "I've detected that this woman's heart rate is too low and her blood flow is slow. Should we call an ambulance for her?"

No, it's not necessary.

Gino ignored Irene, who was kneeling on the ground, too afraid to make a move. The young man strode onto the golden sofa, propped his chin on one hand, and gazed at her with a deep, unfathomable look: "This guy is a vampire. You can create a file for him in your database. He's a creature with characteristics similar to humans."

"But it has extremely fast speed and super strong self-healing ability. Its weakness is that it is afraid of sunlight and crosses."

As Irene listened to Gino recount the detailed information about the vampires, a look of helplessness appeared on her face.

She couldn't figure out how to defeat someone who was several times stronger than her and had an unparalleled understanding of the vampires' weaknesses.

Perhaps the end of the vampire race has come, and all she can do is try her best to survive.

"Singer, enough talk, send a message to the Justice League members."

Gino tapped the table and gave the order.

"Understood, contacting Justice League members."

At the same time that Gino ordered the singers to call the members.

Gotham City.

Beneath the boundless night sky, atop towering skyscrapers reaching into the clouds.

"Bang!"

With a clean, dashing, and swift knightly flying kick, Batman knocks down the giant crocodile monster. He then raises his wrist and fires a grappling hook to bind the killer crocodile, preventing it from falling from a high-rise building and smashing into a real leather crocodile wallet.

"Perhaps I shouldn't bother you now, sir, but the Justice League has issued you a purple alert."

Upon hearing Butler Alfred's words, Bruce pulled out a sturdy grappling hook from his pocket to restrain the frantically trying-to-bite killer crocodile, while recalling in his mind: "Purple alert, a crisis that's neither too big nor too small."

The Justice League is a superheroic organization, and the world is in turmoil every day, and most of the time it is people fighting each other.

Therefore, in order to distinguish the severity of the situation, Gino divided the events into four levels: "red, purple, blue, and yellow".

(End of this chapter)