American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 34 Plan

"Splat~"

A wooden stick was pressed against a bloodshot, gray eyeball.

The eyeball shattered easily under the pressure of the wooden stick, turning into crumbs like a boiled and crushed sheep's eye.

"Buzzing~"

A few ugly flies flapped their wings and flew out of the eyeball, which had long been hollowed out and eaten by insects.

"Snapped!"

Gino threw a stick and easily swatted the flies that looked very strange.

These flies were at least twice the size of ordinary flies.

"Lana".

Gino didn't turn around and ordered, "Go call the police."

"Huh?" Lana, who was hiding in Clark's arms, peeked out, nodded hurriedly, and rushed out of the house.

Every minute here is an unbearable ordeal.

"Clark".

Gino calmly called out to Clark, who was about to go out to look for Lana: "Something's not right. Focus."

Clark stopped, forcing himself to suppress his nausea, and followed Gino. When he saw the abnormally shaped flies, Clark instinctively asked, "Like that Electro guy who appeared on the bridge back then?"

"Gray has also awakened superpowers?"

"Hmm, it seems that Gray has also acquired some kind of special ability."

Gino looked up at the ceiling, where there was a string of blurry muddy shoe prints.

"Let's go up and take a look."

Gino led Clark up to the second floor and quickly found Gray's room.

The walls around the headboard were covered with posters about insects, which looked eerie and terrifying.

Stepping over a mess of broken glass, Gino's gaze fell on the large white cocoons in the four corners of the room.

These things are woven from some kind of silk thread, and they are bulging inside, as if they are wrapped around something.

"Clark, go open that cocoon." Gino pointed to the cocoon at the foot of the bed.

Clark stepped forward, enduring the wet sensation on his hands as he touched the silk threads, and pulled hard.

"Rip!"

As the cocoon bursts open, a withered corpse, its face dry and its body seemingly devoid of all moisture and flesh, lies quietly inside the pupa with its mouth agape.

"Oh my God!"

Clark looked at Gino with a pained expression: "He's dead?!"

"Yes, he's dead."

Gino approached the corpse, his gaze sweeping over the mummified body's clothes—tattered and worn, clearly indicating poverty—and the strange tattoos etched on its withered arms.

His gaze swept over the wound on the mummy's neck, where something seemed to have bitten it, revealing a hideous and terrifying gap, through which the internal organs and tissues of the neck could even be seen.

After thinking for a moment, Gino came to his conclusion: "This person must be a homeless man wandering around the area, whose flesh and blood were drained and turned into a dried corpse."

Clark clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger: "Is it that Gregg?"

Gino ignored Clark's obvious question and continued his analysis: "It seems his mutation requires a large amount of human flesh and blood to nourish him."

Clark solemnly put down the dried corpse, stood up, and looked at Gino with a determined gaze: "We must stop him."

"Gino, what should we do?"

Meeting Clark's eager gaze, Gino fell silent.

He remembered a funny DC joke.

It is said that whenever Superman encounters a problem that is difficult to solve, he consults his super brain.

And the superbrain's response each time was, "Why not ask the clever Batman?"

Gino was having a headache. If this trend continued, perhaps every major event in the future would result in Superman's super brain giving the answer, "Ask Gino what to do?"

With a sigh, Gino approached Clark and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Do you know why I asked you to take Lana with you?"

"What do you mean?" Clark seemed to understand but not quite.

"That's right, Gray is a pervert, and he's extremely obsessed with Lana."

Gino put his arm around Clark's shoulder and led him to the window.

Through the window, you can see Chloe squatting on the ground looking withdrawn, and Lana making a phone call.

Gino chuckled, "As long as we keep an eye on Lana, Grey will definitely come looking for us."

"Think about it, if an ordinary person suddenly gains terrifying power, wouldn't he use it to realize the evil thoughts that have been suppressed in his heart for a long time?" Gino released Clark, put his hands behind his back and looked at the chemical plant in the distance, and said to himself, "When a marginalized person who has been suppressed for a long time suddenly gains superhuman abilities, he will be eager to vent the anger in his heart."

"What could give him a greater sense of accomplishment than winning over the goddess of his dreams?"

Clark, standing to the side, looked thoughtfully at Gino's retreating figure with deep admiration.

He really didn't know how Gino came up with these cause-and-effect relationships.

"Alright, there's nothing much to see here, let's go."

Gino led Clark out of the room, and as they left, the boy's gaze swept over the silkworm cocoons.

I wonder if those white threads came out of Gray's wrist; otherwise, I might have to call him "Spider-Man."

As the two walked outside, Clark didn't forget to carry the unconscious little black Peter on his back.

As the group walked out of the house, Chloe, her face pale, stood up, clutching her stomach. Her small face was ashen, and she looked at Gino with complicated emotions.

"Honestly, Gino, your mental fortitude is truly remarkable."

"I really don't know how you could look at those corpses without feeling like vomiting."

Clark nodded in agreement, also curious about what could possibly stir Gino's emotions.

"Hey everyone, I've called the police. They said they'll be here soon." Lana hung up the phone and walked towards the group with a worried look on her face. A hint of pity flashed in the girl's brown eyes as she sighed, "I never imagined Mrs. Ted would die."

For the next while, everyone was somewhat silent.

After all, they had just witnessed death, and everyone was in a bad mood.

Besides Gino, he was fiddling with his phone, seemingly texting someone.

Several tens of minutes passed, and a police car with its siren blaring pulled up to the hut at a moderate speed. Two policemen, one fat and one thin, stepped out of the car.

Clark frowned. He had seen the two policemen before; they had come to his house to inquire about Whitney's severed hand.

"Who called the police?"

The two policemen glanced at the four people and saw that they looked young and had a clear sense of naivety in their eyes; they were obviously high school students.

So their attitude was perfunctory. After all, responding to a call on the weekend was a waste of their rest time, and it was already a sign of good attitude that they didn't give them a hard time.

"It's me, officer." Gino stopped Lana, who was about to step forward.

When the two policemen saw Gino's face clearly, they exchanged a glance and immediately adopted a friendly and enthusiastic demeanor: "So you're Mr. Gino. How can we help you?"

"Someone died inside," Gino said, pointing to the white house. "The deceased was Mrs. Ted, Grey Ted's mother."

Upon hearing Gino's words, the two policemen exchanged glances, their expressions gradually becoming serious.

A murder case is no small matter.

(End of this chapter)