American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 65 The Soft-Hearted God

into the night.

Kent Farm.

Inside the cabin.

Clark was wrapped in a blanket, his hair still wet from a shower, and he kept wiping away the runny nose with tissues.

"I really can't imagine it."

Jonathan and Martha stood on either side of Clark, staring at him coldly.

Martha crossed her arms, her eyes filled with worry: "Clark, what am I supposed to say to you? We were only gone for a day, and you've got yourself involved in a murder case?"

Martha and Jonathan headed to the Metropolitan Area for a vacation this morning, but before they could even enjoy their honeymoon, they received a call from Pete informing them that Clark had collapsed.

This ruined the couple's honeymoon plans. They rushed back to their small town.

Jonathan sighed, stroking his beard, and handed Clark a tissue, jokingly saying, "I don't think my kids ever get sick."

Clark sniffed awkwardly, the scene of the hospital flashing through his mind.

After Gino left, Chloe and Pete found tools but were unable to break the solid ice. Helpless, Clark could only swing his fists and spend thirty seconds breaking the ice to escape.

Don't underestimate those 30 seconds. For Superman, 30 seconds is enough for him to throw punches thousands of times.

Then, the police officers on standby at the hospital received news of Earl's escape and took Clark and the other two to the police station for questioning.

It wasn't until Jonathan and Martha arrived at the police station that Clark was spared having to spend the night in the detention center.

Clark's eyes flashed with the power Gino had unleashed in the hospital, and he felt a headache coming on again. Gino's strength was increasing at an alarming rate.

If the other party is determined to kill Earl, he can't think of any way to stop them.

"Alright, Clark, get some rest tonight." Martha ruffled Clark's hair, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll make you some ginger water to warm you up."

Jonathan patted Clark on the shoulder and headed upstairs to change his clothes.

After the couple left, Clark rolled his big eyes.

The next instant, the boy pushed open the door and ran towards the warehouse like a bolt of lightning.

Clark strode towards the second floor of the warehouse.

Inside the abandoned warehouse, a Black man was lying on a wooden plank.

Yes, after escaping the hospital, Earl, fearing being caught, hid back on the second floor of the barn.

"Whoosh!"

Earl wasn't surprised to see Clark suddenly appear before him. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and pleaded, "Clark, please, you must help me."

The Black man said pitifully, "You've seen it too, the Luther family kids aren't normal. Lionel is definitely plotting something evil!"

Clark listened in silence, a slight wavering in his heart.

Just as Earl said, Gino's strength is indeed strange.

Earl continued recounting his tragic experience: "Some time ago, I was sent to clean the third floor of the Luther Chemical Plant, where people were conducting clandestine experiments using some green stones from the town."

"That kind of stone can be made into a fertilizer that promotes plant growth."

"I accidentally fell into the crops, and several stones pierced my skin."

As he spoke, Earl reached out a trembling hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.

Clark's heart softened at his pitiful appearance.

He understood Earl's feelings; whenever he was near kryptonite, his body would feel weak and powerless.

Earl keenly sensed the pity in Clark's eyes. The black man seized the opportunity, weakly grabbing Clark's arm and saying, "Clark, you know what? Before this accident happened, I had a wonderful family, a beautiful wife, and lovely children."

"But that accident destroyed everything I had. My wife divorced me, and the judge awarded custody of the children to her."

Earl shook Clark's arm, large tears streaming down his face. He looked up at Clark pitifully and said, "All I want now is to get back to normal and take care of my family."

"Earl." Clark pursed his lips, his gaze initially hesitant, but as he looked at Earl tormented by kryptonite, his initial hesitation gradually hardened: "How can I help you?"

Hearing Clark's words, the black man was overjoyed, wiped away his tears, and said urgently:

"The third floor of the Luther Chemical Plant holds the secret to restoring me to normal!"

"Luther Chemical Plant?" Clark frowned in thought.

He remembered that the school was organizing a visit to the Luther Group the next day.

"I understand, Earl."

Clark patted the black man on the shoulder and stared into his eyes: "Leave it to me, I'll help you."

At the same time that Clark made his promise to Earl.

Luther Castle.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the once peaceful grassland, causing the grass blades to sway.

"Whoosh."

Like a gust of wind or a thunderbolt, Gino appeared out of nowhere and stood in the hall.

"Young Master."

A blonde maid brought over some milk. Gino took a sip to quench his thirst and his eyes sparkled.

"We've searched almost the entire town, but there's no trace of that black man. Where did he go?"

Gino leaned back on the sofa, gently tapping the armrest with one hand.

No, there's one more place he hasn't been to.

The Clark family's Kent farm.

Because of his conflict with Clark that evening, Gino didn't want to barge into Kent's ranch, as that would only make things more awkward between them.

"However," Gino shifted his posture, stroking his chin as he muttered to himself, "Clark wouldn't be foolish enough to believe a murderer, would he?"

As night deepened, Gino decided to stop thinking about it and got up to go back to his room.

I turned on my computer, and a message popped up quickly.

The information came from Tina, Gino's informant sent to monitor Talia.

[Tina: Everything is normal in the Assassin's Guild, but I heard that a man named Booth successfully graduated from Lei Xiaogu's trials and refused Lei Xiaogu's offer to join the Assassin's Guild.]

Browsing through the intelligence Tina sent, Gino's gaze lingered on Booth's name for a moment. Booth had passed the Assassin's Guild's trial and refused Lei Xiaogu's offer to recruit him.

Perhaps this person is an alias for Bruce Wayne, the wanderer of the world?

With his fingers tapping on the keyboard, Gino gave a brief reply: "Got it."

With a "ding," the message was successfully sent.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room far away on Alcatraz Island.

Tina stood behind the computer chair, watching the brown-haired woman type on the keyboard with a playful and wicked smile on her face.

Talia's foxy face, full of collagen, was full of mockery. Through the reflection of the computer screen, the woman glanced at Tina, who looked like a frightened cat, and said lightly, "Don't be nervous, Tina. I'm just telling you the truth. This man won't find out."

Tina nodded, her eyes filled with bitterness.

Even before meeting Talia, the woman had revealed her purpose for coming by using a truth serum.

But for some reason, Talia did not choose to imprison him, but instead allowed him to follow her.

Sighing inwardly, Tina's eyes were full of weariness. When would this thrilling life as a double agent end?

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