American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 59 A Short Story on a Rainy Night

"Boom!"

A deafening clap of thunder echoed across the metropolis night sky.

A torrential downpour poured down, and the large raindrops added to the chill of the night.

In the pouring rain, a tall Black man staggered through the rainy night, his cheap leather shoes making a splashing sound as they stepped on the puddles on the concrete road.

"Huff, huff." The rain soaked his clothes, making the man shiver uncontrollably.

He ran toward the tallest building in the steel city.

As a flash of lightning pierced the night, bringing a brief glimmer of light, it illuminated a black marble facade standing in front of the building.

"Luther Group".

The black man stared intently at the string of English letters, then shifted his gaze to the Luther Tower.

As one of the wealthiest families in America, the Luther family is headquartered in Metropolis, and Lionel is undoubtedly a proud and arrogant man. He built the building to be the tallest in the city to showcase the power and wealth of the Luther family.

The high-rise building was completely dark at the moment, and it was clear that even Lionel, known for his ruthlessness, did not ask his employees to stay and work overtime in this weather.

As the Black man ran closer, he saw a faint light on the first floor of the building, and the cleaning staff responsible for the building's sanitation were busy vacuuming.

He was wearing headphones and was clearly enjoying himself in the sea of ​​music.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Black man seemed to see a savior; he frantically pounded on the glass and shouted, "Will, Will!"

The cleaner seemed to hear someone calling his name. Will took off his headphones, and the black man's voice entered his ears. Will turned his head and saw a disheveled black man, soaking wet, leaning weakly against the door, banging on the glass.

"Earl?"

Will dropped the vacuum cleaner and walked towards Earl, the black man: "What are you doing here?"

Will knew Earl; the two had been colleagues working for the Luther Corporation. However, Will heard that Earl had been injured during a fertilizer shipment and had left the company after receiving a large sum of compensation from the Luther Corporation.

Earl clutched his chest beneath his trench coat in anguish and slowly said, "I need to see Lionel!"

Earl, a Black man, clenched his fists and said angrily, "I know he's here!"

Will sighed, looked away, and said, "I'm sorry, Earl, you know I can't let you in. I need this job because I have a family and children to support."

Hearing Will's words, the black man immediately became agitated. He frowned and pounded on the glass to vent his anger: "Will, you should know that they tampered with my factory in that small town!"

As he spoke, Earl patted his chest: "I have an incurable disease!"

Will rolled his eyes. Here we go again. This black man always uses the same old lines.

He pursed his lips and said, "That's why you were fired, Earl."

"No, you don't understand, my illness is incurable!" Earl clenched his fists, pleading with his former colleague, "Please, let me in. I need to get to Lionel and go back to that factory to get treatment!"

Seeing Earl's unreasonable behavior, Will sighed, pointed a finger at the black man through the glass, and said, "If you keep this up, I'm calling security!"

"No, please."

Earl's face was full of helplessness, the black man's hands gripped the iron door handle on the glass tightly, his big eyes full of pleading.

Will shook his head, ignoring the black man's pleas, and turned to continue his previous cleaning work.

"Buzzing!"

Will hadn't gone far when he heard a noise behind him.

"Earl, I'm warning you." Will turned his head and saw Earl, who had been leaning against the glass door, convulsing violently.

Its speed was so fast that it left afterimages in the air, like a series of frames from a movie, its body flashing at an extremely fast speed.

Will stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered, his mouth agape as he muttered to himself, "What the hell is going on?"

The next instant, it seemed to have reached a critical point, and the originally flat and solid glass made in the East shattered under the extreme vibration frequency.

"Splash!"

The entire piece of glass shattered with a crash, turning into countless tiny fragments that fell like hailstones.

"Oh my god!" Will screamed, instinctively covering his cheek.

"Clap clap clap~"

Debris rained down on Will, and the next moment, the man felt something embrace him.

"Earl!?"

Will opened his eyes wide and looked at Earl, who was hugging his neck.

Before the man could speak, the black man holding him trembled violently again in the next instant.

With the constant, rapid shaking, Will's neck was clearly not made of steel.

"Click!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking mingled with the music echoing through the hall.

The two of them fell to the ground.

Earl, who had been shaking violently, returned to normal, much to the dismay of the Black man who looked at his colleague lying on the ground.

The other person stared blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes, and bright red blood gushed from their mouth and nose.

"I...I killed someone!" Earl trembled as he raised his hands and shook his head frantically. "No, it's not my fault, I didn't mean to."

He staggered to his feet, waving his arms as he ran towards the rainy night outside the door.

"Buzz!"

A cold current hit the water glass on the table.

Only after freezing the entire cup into an ice sculpture did Gino extinguish the freezing rays in his eyes.

"Phew, some progress."

Gino stood up and stretched. After half a day of experimentation, he was able to divert the energy from his left eye to his right eye, thereby increasing his attack range.

Gino rubbed his stiff neck and walked out of the room.

It's 2 AM now.

He planned to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Gino found some pizza in the kitchen and took a glass of milk, intending to go back to his room for a late-night snack.

As Gino passed Lex's room, he glanced inside.

The cheapskate wasn't asleep either. He leaned back in his large boss's chair, holding the phone in one hand, looking rather grim.

"What happened?"

Gino changed his mind and carried the food into Lex's room.

Lex's house, like his personality, is neat and efficient.

Aside from the fact that the table and chairs weren't green, Lex's blankets and even his bed were green, and his desk was covered with business documents and some scientific journals.

Gino placed the plate on the table, took a sip of milk, and looked at Lex with a questioning gaze.

"Okay," Lex said into the phone. "I understand."

After saying that, Lex hung up the phone and tossed the keypad phone onto the table with a gloating expression on his face.

Lex glanced at Gino, took a bite of his pizza, and sneered, "A janitor died at headquarters, and a lot of media outlets are reporting on it now."

"A cleaner? A crime of passion?" Gino raised an eyebrow and guessed. After all, a cleaner wouldn't have much money, so killing for money could be easily ruled out.

Lex scoffed, chewing on his pizza, and said, "Who knows? Let Lionel worry about that."

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