American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 68 I Want to Fight Superman

Blood, shattered bones.

Teeth, tofu.

These things resemble paint splashed by a painter, or graffiti created spontaneously by an artist.

They are scattered throughout the elevator, together creating a beautiful picture called death.

Lex flicked a piece of flesh that had fallen onto his black suit without any expression.

Despite trying to remain calm, his pale face and bobbing Adam's apple betrayed his nausea.

Witnessing a living person have their head smashed open is no less horrific torture and nightmare for anyone.

"Gino".

Lex managed to speak, glaring at Gino: "Next time you kill someone, don't do it in front of me."

Yes, Mr. Lai is kind-hearted and can't bear to see people die in front of him.

Gino didn't answer, but stretched out his hands and pressed them against the elevator door.

Jumping down the elevator shaft from the second floor and then violently entering the elevator lobby, this delicate elevator clearly couldn't withstand this level of damage and had already gone on strike.

The metal door was ripped open with brute force.

The number on the electronic display screen above their heads remained at "1". With a sickeningly sharp metallic scraping sound, the elevator doors opened, and Gino and Lex stepped out.

"Gino".

The expected person appeared on the first floor with an awkward smile on his face, clearly feeling guilty for the trouble he had caused. But when the boy caught sight of the horrific scene in the elevator, the smile on his face froze.

An awkward smile still lingered on his face, but Clark stood there dumbfounded, feeling a chill even in the summer heat. He was stunned by what he saw.

This was the first time Clark had ever witnessed such a horrific scene of death.

Not long ago, after Earl kidnapped Lex and left, Clark's superhuman physique allowed him to recover in a short time.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: stop Earl!

But when Clark used his X-ray vision to catch up with the elevator, he saw...

A blood-stained elevator, a headless corpse.

The horrific and disgusting images kept assaulting Clark's mind.

The result was completely different from what he had imagined.

Poor Earl, the black uncle who used to teach him to sing in his childhood is now a headless corpse, and you can even see the human trachea from his bloody neck.

Clark easily guessed what had happened from the frozen right arm and the broken elevator.

Gino ripped open the elevator, used his frozen gaze to restrict Earl's vision, and then punched the black man's head until it exploded.

However, an overly developed brain isn't always a good thing. Clarke easily constructed scenes in his imagination, but his brain couldn't process such gory images.

"vomit!"

His stomach churned, causing Clark to instinctively lie on the ground and dry heave.

Clark couldn't understand why Gino could have stopped Earl in other ways.

But why would the other party kill this poor black man?

Why are you so calm?

Clark glared at Gino with the same look he would give a murderer.

The boy spread his hands:

"So how should I adopt a repentant posture?"

"I don't think I'm wrong."

Gino sneered, flicking the blood from his hands, and retorted mercilessly, "Besides, what right do you have to question me?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that damn black man must have been hiding in your house last night, right?"

Gino bluntly stated, "And the reason he was able to evade company security checks might also be due to your help."

"Look what you've done!"

"Bringing a mentally unstable madman into a dangerous chemical plant."

Gino took a step forward, one hand behind his back, the other pointing to the corpse in the elevator: "That crazy black man pointed a gun at my brother, just to find the legendary third floor."

"You put everyone in danger, yet naively believe you have the ability to control the whole situation."

"But you'll just mess everything up and then live in contradiction like Hamlet."

"Didn't you consider what would happen if your Black friend didn't find the answer he was looking for?"

Gino withdrew his right hand, extended his index finger and raised his thumb, making a shooting gesture towards his temple.

"Bang!" Gino uttered the sound of a gunshot.

He coldly injected Clark: "My brother will die then, and it will all be because of your mercy."

"But he didn't fire!" Clark slowly stood up, fighting off the urge to vomit, and retorted.

Gino scoffed, "That's because I nipped the danger in the bud!"

Clark took a deep breath and slowly clenched his fist: "So, this is your reason for wantonly killing people?"

"His death was your choice, Clark!" Gino stared at Clark and said, word by word, "You could have sought my help."

"But you didn't; you're more inclined to believe Earl."

"In your opinion, this black man is more trustworthy than me."

"So, you treat Earl with your choices, and I treat him with mine."

Gino looked at Clark, his azure eyes sweeping over Clark's face, flushed with anger. "Remember when we first talked about 'justice'? I said I wouldn't let anyone who harmed my family and friends get away with it."

"He coerced my family, my brothers, so he deserves to die."

"And now," Gino, no longer dwelling on the past, his aura sharpening as he towered over Clark by half a head, said, "you're acting like a moral saint, demanding I not kill anyone?"

"Even if this person could take the life of my loved one, am I supposed to just stand by and do nothing?"

"Clark," Gino's tone hardened, "if your parents were being held at gunpoint, would you still be able to utter such righteous words?!"

Gino didn't even need to guess; if Martha were really held at gunpoint, he would do the same thing as he did.

Clark was speechless. He subconsciously recalled the scene of Martha being kidnapped, and then Clark felt his cheeks burning and couldn't speak.

If his own family members were kidnapped, in a fit of extreme anger, he might make the same choice as Gino.

"so."

Gino sighed, looked at Clark, and said, word by word, "Your double standards are laughable."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two gradually fell silent.

The initial shame turned into indignation.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Gino’s words were like daggers to the heart, and Clark’s chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

"Yeah, Gino!" Clark roared, enraged. "You're always right, you always have a whole bunch of reasons to justify your correctness."

"But Earl was my friend, and you killed him!"

Gino chuckled, his attitude contemptuous and slightly provocative as he stared at Clark, and slowly said, "That's because he deserves to die."

"Look what he did!"

"If someone armed himself with a firearm stormed into a fertilizer factory containing tens of tons of ammonium nitrate, and the gun went off accidentally, half the town would be razed to the ground."

"Therefore, I don't think I did anything wrong by killing him!"

"He has everyone's life in his hands."

"If he doesn't die, who will?" Gino stared coldly at Clark. "Are you going to die in his place?"

Clark was speechless, his hands clenched so tightly that his bones cracked.

Clark's strong sense of pride prevented him from bowing his head and admitting his mistakes.

Gino didn't care about Clark's reaction. He pointed to his eyes and said, "Look at the bloodshot eyes. What's wrong?"

The boy smiled and raised his fist: "Want to fight me?"

"You want me to accept your childish and ridiculous worldview through force?"

Thank you Ash and Fall for the 500 coins!

P.S.: I've been reading Gotham comics lately, looking for interesting material to write about. And mature readers should learn to suggest interesting comics or animations to authors themselves. (Whispering: Forget about the movies. Apart from Zack Snyder, the Warner Bros. executives are a bunch of idiots who just sit around doing nothing. They insist on trying to copy Marvel's popcorn style. Are DC superheroes popcorn style? Warner Bros., you don't understand this. How are you going to make money by blindly imitating others? *shrugs*)

(End of this chapter)