American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 78 The Shadowy Detective Test

A gunshot ignited panic throughout the street.

People screamed and ran in all directions.

These local Gothamites have extensive experience in the struggle to escape.

"It's noisy."

Gino frowned, and the next second, he slowly took a step forward.

He had to make sure Bruce didn't die here. The reason was simple: since they met, Bruce had only given him "500" negative points.

There's still plenty of "wool" to be plucked from this "lamb," and the Ziben family even knows how to recycle it. Gino doesn't intend to let Bruce die like this.

As Gino lifted his right foot.

The air seemed to become viscous.

"Whoosh!"

Everything around seemed to be playing in slow motion. The bullets, which were originally spinning rapidly, were now piercing the air at a slower speed, with the tips of the bullets creating beautiful cone-shaped airflows in the air.

The shoes stepped onto the cold ground once more.

The light projected by the purple neon lights gradually stopped in mid-air, and the spinning bullets stopped in mid-air.

Time seemed to have completely "stood still".

Panicked people, and a ruthless policeman with a contorted expression.

Everything seemed to have been paused.

Space and time seemed to freeze at this moment, like a beautiful movie scene.

Gino was not surprised by any of this.

The faster the speed, the slower time passes; this is the concept of time relativity in the theory of relativity proposed by the great physicist Albert Einstein.

The step he had just taken seemed to take only 0.01 milliseconds or less in terms of human time measurement.

In short, extraordinary speed can accelerate one's own movement speed to the point of approaching the speed of light, thereby infinitely extending time and achieving the miracle of "stopping time".

Of course, strictly speaking, Gino did not stop time; it's just that his speed exceeded the time units set by humans, achieving the "time dilation" effect mentioned by Einstein in physics.

When he moves fast, everything around him slows down.

Gino strolled leisurely.

The expressions of those around them froze at that moment.

He walked up to Bruce, looking at the wound on Bruce's thigh and his furrowed brow.

He turned around again and glanced at the two bullets fired at Bruce.

If all goes well, one of the two bullets, which are traveling in a straight line, will hit Bruce in the left chest in the next second.

The other bullet will hit Bruce's other intact left calf muscle.

This is not the situation Gino wants to see: only a living Bruce is a good Bruce.

"Ugh, what a hassle."

Gino strode toward the bullet.

He stepped forward and pinched the bullet that would hit Bruce's left chest with his fingers.

It feels warm and hot to the touch, but the scalding hot body, hot enough to burn the skin, cannot cause any damage.

Gino simply squeezed the copper bullet with his hand, deforming it.

He grasped the bullet and held it in his palm.

As for the other one?

The bullets that hit Bruce will give him a considerable number of points.

Then, he returned to his original standing position.

Looking at everything around him that had come to a standstill, Gino began to understand the joy of speedsters.

If everything were at a standstill, and a speedster wanted to do something bad, it might only take a few years to get half the women in America pregnant with his child.

However, Gino is pessimistic about this, saying that the only way to achieve this is for the unfortunate guy's body to be able to handle it.

The boy smiled and shook his head to dispel the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He raised his right arm and lightly snapped his fingers with two interlaced fingers.

"Snapped!"

A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and the chaotic noise echoed once again through the bustling red-lit city.

Bruce's thoughts were still stuck on the moment he heard the gunshot.

The next instant, a tingling sensation came from my right calf.

As if hit by something, Bruce looked down and saw his bloodied left leg. The once-perfect jeans leg was charred by the heat of the bullet, emitting a foul smell.

The bloody wound brought Bruce back to his senses, and he realized what had happened.

He was hit by a bullet.

This terrible news cast a shadow over Bruce's already bad mood.

[Negative emotions from Bruce Wayne +20...]

Bruce took a deep breath.

He knew he had to remain calm in the current situation.

The man looked around.

The panicked crowd was running away, and two corrupt police officers were walking towards him.

And, in the corner, a tall young man wearing a bat mask and sportswear.

He saw the man open his palm, and a shriveled bullet fell down his palm, hitting the muddy puddle and splashing water droplets.

He saw the masked man give him a deep look.

Then, that person simply vanished into thin air?

Bruce rubbed his eyes, trying to prove that he wasn't seeing things.

He then thought of the purpose for coming to this street.

Witness firsthand the changes and development of Gotham City, and then resolve to challenge the city's evil.

However, Bruce suffered setbacks from the very first step of his journey.

The force on his shoulder brought Bruce back to his senses.

Two police officers grabbed the weakened Bruce from either side and escorted him into a police car.

"Hey, you unlucky bastard, you're going to spend the night in jail tonight!"

Bruce wanted to fight back, but he had lost too much blood and was too weak to move.

Bruce was put into a police car, where he leaned weakly against the back seat.

The car window slowly rolled up and drove away from the alley.

Bruce turned his head with difficulty to look out the window.

Under the neon lights, at the entrance of the alley, the guy wearing the bat mask appeared abruptly and without warning.

He tilted his head, then extended two fingers, and with his other hand he made a shooting gesture, aiming at his temple.

Then, the figure vanished without warning, as if what had remained there before was nothing more than an illusory bubble.

"What!?" This bizarre and terrifying scene made Bruce breathe faster.

What is that thing implying?

This was the first thought that popped into Bruce's mind.

The smarter a person is, the more things their brain can think of.

His thoughts were subconsciously pulled far back to the past.

Two people fell, a gun, and two bullets.

Bruce was lost in memories. He seemed to be standing in the familiar alley again, where the cold cement floor seemed to forever bear a stain of blood that could never be washed away.

He remembers a lot.

He remembers the movie he watched that night.

He remembered his parents leading him into the dark alley.

He remembered the masked killer who suddenly appeared.

He remembered the dark pistol emitting an orange-red flame.

He remembered his father's roar, his mother's screams, and the shattered pearl necklace hitting the ground.

It seems that the voices and appearances of my parents are still vivid in my mind.

Bruce's expression grew increasingly grim.

If there's anything that's Bruce's Achilles' heel, it's the death of his parents.

"No matter who you are," Bruce's voice held a hint of anger, "I'll remember you."

[Negative emotions from Bruce Wayne +1000, +1000...]

P.S.: The author is a liberal arts student, and the time dilation was also based on information from Baidu. If any readers find any errors, please point them out, and I will correct them. Over.

(End of this chapter)