American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 43 Reaping the Bitter Fruit

late at night.

On the highway near the town of Smallville.

"Buzz!"

A tanker truck loaded with gasoline is driving smoothly on the highway.

An energetic rock song was playing inside the car.

The driver, named Card, swayed his head to the music.

"drop!"

As the truck rounded the sharp bend, under the headlights, Card saw an old pickup truck parked not far away.

"Damn it."

Card cursed under his breath, "Which idiot stopped in the middle of the road?"

"Beep beep!"

Card honked the horn, the sound carrying through the night, but no one answered.

"What happened?"

Kade frowned slightly, glancing at the time instinctively. He had to deliver the gasoline by the deadline, or half of his wages for the delivery would be deducted.

"Click".

The middle-aged man pushed open the car door and picked up the APXA1 pistol from the passenger seat.

In free America, long-haul truck drivers are typically equipped with weapons to avoid robbery and other unexpected risks.

Card gripped his pistol, pressed down on the baseball bat on his head, and walked towards the wrecked pickup truck, cursing, "Fuck! Whoever you are, drive your car away right now!"

"rustle."

A commotion arose from the nearby dense forest, and Kad gripped the bolt of his rifle alertly: "Who's there!?"

Before he could even get close, the man felt the gun handle getting increasingly hot.

"Shit!"

It was like shoving a gun into the desert and baking it for a day and a night. The extreme temperature made Kade scream in pain, and the gun in his hand slid down his arm and hit the ground.

"What happened?"

Card stared in horror at the red-tinged pistol. The bizarre sight made his heart race, and he unconsciously swallowed hard.

Could I have stumbled upon a paranormal event?

"Buzz!"

The roar of a truck came from behind.

Kade turned his head and saw his own truck rushing towards him at an extremely high speed, with a middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat with a wicked smile on his face.

"Die!"

A cruel look appeared on Watt's face. He floored the accelerator and gently steered the truck toward Card.

The headlights shone on Card's face, illuminating his still-shaken expression.

"No!"

"Splat!"

It was like hitting a soft flour sack. The poor truck driver didn't even have time to call for help before the truck cab lifted him off his feet, and he rolled on the concrete side of the road until he lay motionless on the ground.

Watt stared coldly at the driver lying dead under the car, as if he had just killed nothing more than an ant.

He decided to take revenge, a decision he made just three minutes after gaining his powers.

Everything that happened tonight gave Watt a strange feeling. Ever since he discovered that he could control fire, Watt had been brewing a "perfect" plan in his mind.

First, when Principal Guan got into the car, they manipulated the flames to melt the door lock and close it. Then, they set fire to the inside of the car and burned Principal Guan alive.

Although the plan had some minor flaws, Principal Guan, who was on the verge of being burned to death, was saved by that damned Gino, but with those injuries, Principal Guan wouldn't live much longer.

Watt twisted his large body and let out a satisfied sigh.

Ok,

His plan was going smoothly, and now Watt decided to kill the guy he hated most, Gino Luther.

However, Watt also knew that Luther Castle was heavily guarded and not an ordinary person could break in.

His large, obese physique made it difficult for him to sneak into Gino's room alone and burn him alive, but that didn't mean Watt wouldn't try.

After some thought, the man came up with an even more insidious plan.

Since infiltration was impossible, they decided to rob a tanker truck and learn from the practices of people on the other side of the world.

He drove the tanker truck toward Luther Castle, then jumped out the moment it crashed into the castle, and used his ability to ignite the gasoline truck.

Then came a loud "bang," which blew everyone in the castle into the air.

The music inside the car interrupted Watt's thoughts, and the man pulled a crumpled map from his pocket.

Watt said to himself, "Next, let me see how to get to Luther Castle."

Just as I was about to turn on the car's interior lights, I heard a soft laugh behind me.

The voice was calm and gentle, saying, "Drive straight for two kilometers, then turn left for one kilometer and then right onto Smallville South Road. Then drive straight for five hundred meters and turn right to reach Luther Castle."

The owner of the voice seemed very enthusiastic and earnestly explained to Watt how to get to Luther Castle.

However, the sudden sound startled Watt, sending a chill down his spine.

The reason is simple: there should only be one person in this car, so where did the voice behind him come from?

"Snapped!"

Watt immediately turned on the headlights, the orange light dispelling the darkness and bringing light.

Under the light, Watt saw an elegant young man through the rearview mirror.

He was wearing sweatpants and sitting casually in the back seat of the car with his legs crossed. One arm was draped over the window, and the other hand rested lightly on his thigh, his fingers tapping lightly on his knee. His bright blue eyes were full of amusement as he stared at Watt.

"you!"

Watt's expression changed drastically; the guy sitting in the back seat was none other than Gino Luthor!

Before he could even think about how the other person had sneaked into the car, Watt instinctively made his hands generate waves of intense heat.

Just as Watt was about to turn around and punch Gino in the face, everything went black in front of him.

Gino acted much faster than him.

Before Watt could make a move, Gino suddenly reached out and grabbed Watt's neck.

"Bang!"

An irresistible force slammed Watt's head hard against the steering wheel.

"drop!"

The truck emitted a long, drawn-out horn sound.

"What, I gave you directions and you didn't even say thank you, Coach?" Gino said calmly, pinching Watt's head again.

"Bang!"

It was another intimate collision between his temple and the steering wheel, but this time, Watt only felt dizzy, and the continuous impacts made him hear a buzzing sound in his ears.

Gino continued his actions expressionlessly. Watt tried to push Gino's left hand away, but the arm, which seemed to be made of reinforced steel, was incredibly hard. Watt's burning flames could not harm it in the slightest. Instead, they made Gino increase the frequency of his impacts.

"Bang bang bang!"

The rhythmic crashing sounds, accompanied by Watt's wailing, echoed inside the car.

"Bang!"

Another impact, and this time, Watt didn't even have the strength to scream.

His forehead was torn open, and his entire fat face was stained red with bright red blood.

"Snapped!"

Gino pushed open the car door and kicked Watt, who looked like a dead dog, out of the car.

The chubby coach lay weakly on the cold cement road, his vision blurred, and he saw countless "Gino" cars walking towards him.

"Please, please don't kill me." Watt was terrified, truly terrified. He was horrified by Gino's ruthlessness and the fact that Gino was not afraid of his flames at all. All of this proved that he was no match for Gino.

Watt struggled to speak: "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

He wanted to beg Gino's forgiveness.

He saw Gino slowly squat down.

He heard the boy's cold voice: "If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?"

Thank you so much, Xiaozhi Liming, for the 100 coins! Love you!

(End of this chapter)