American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 263 Ordinary Life

No one knows what happened inside the White House.

Both sides tacitly remained silent.

The deaths of those two generals will likely be attributed by the US government to a drunk driving accident.

Hale was handed over to Lucifer by Gino.

This hell lord, who has never been one for meat or vegetables, welcomes having a Kryptonian companion, and it's likely that Hale will spend the rest of his long life in hell.

As usual, Doomsday was sent to the underground base of the Luther Factory by Gino.

After experiencing many events, the town finally enjoyed a rare period of leisure.

In the barn on the second floor of the newly restored Lonely Fortress in Clark.

"Lana has left me."

Clark gripped his glass and drank deeply.

The wine made from amber gold intoxicated him.

Because of Clark and Gino, Smallville is no longer the peaceful town it once was.

So Lana's aunt, the wealthy and beautiful widow, decided to send the girl to Paris.

Before leaving, Lana planned to go and say goodbye to Clark and express her feelings.

But like in all second-rate romance novels and TV shows, when Lana was about to go find Clark, the boy was still fighting alongside Gino and Destruction Day.

So the two missed each other.

After drinking the beverage in his glass, Clark staggered to his feet.

Stepping on the oak floor, Clark stood by the window, looking down at the ground beneath his feet.

He said without turning around:

"You said if I jump from here, can I fly using your method?"

"Is this method really reliable?"

The boy behind him stood up, carrying a bottle of liquor forged from amber gold, and came to Clark's side.

Gino patted Clark on the shoulder and laughed:

"Even someone as invincible as Superman can be afraid of heights?"

A gentle breeze blew by, and Clark shook his head in frustration: "I just can't learn how to fly."

"And my mind is full of Lana."

"But you still have that little wolf girl, don't you?"

Gino chuckled and patted Clark on the shoulder: "My friends should look forward, not dwell on the past."

"Now concentrate."

Gino pressed Clark's shoulder, making him look out at the blue sky above the barn.

"Manipulate your force fields and feel them lifting you up."

Gino described the flight steps to Clark in detail: "Then..."

Before Clark could react, Gino suddenly pushed him gently in the back.

"Snapped!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Clark screamed as he fell from the barn.

"Bang!"

The sound, like a heavy object hitting the ground, reached Gino’s ears, proving that Clark’s “first flight” had failed.

"Hmm, drink but don't fly, fly but don't drink." Gino shrugged, picked up his glass and took a sip.

"Whoosh!"

The young man lightly leaped back onto the platform.

His slightly immature face was covered in dust, and he scratched the dirt off his face somewhat awkwardly: "Looks like I failed."

My advice is to try it a few more times.

Gino chuckled and patted Clark on the shoulder, glancing at the messages on his phone.

The boy didn't have many contacts in his message list.

Talia: The new black stockings are really nice (seductive emoji).

Zatanna: The formation of the Dark Justice League is on the agenda, but most magicians prefer to be alone and are not easy to find.

Diana: There's an art exhibition in London today, want to go check it out?

Chloe: I recently learned how to make General Tso's Chicken.

Clark glanced at his friends' message list and couldn't help but admire it.

If we're talking about popularity, Ginobili has to be the one.

Ignoring the black stockings photo that Talia sent with "malicious intent," Gino looked at a photo that Lex had sent him.

"Lex went to Egypt?"

Wiping the dust off his face with a towel, Clark walked curiously to the boy's side, looking on with surprise.

"Martha often says she wants to go to Egypt to see the pyramids."

"Yes, he got some clues from some informants."

Gino twisted his chin and stared at the photos sent by his cheap brother.

In the photo, Lex stands in front of a magnificent pyramid, holding a uniquely shaped ceramic figurine in his hand. The mysterious stripes on the porcelain seem to indicate that this object is extraordinary.

"This thing."

Gino narrowed his eyes, a sense of crisis rising in his heart.

He always felt that this porcelain figurine was not a good thing.

.....

"This thing."

Inside the Egyptian pyramids.

Inside the tomb of the pharaoh who once held supreme authority in Egypt, Lex examined the ceramic figurine in his hand with a strange expression.

The Egyptian tour guide behind him eagerly told Lex, "This is the most precious coin buried in the tomb of the great pharaoh."

As children of the Egyptian desert, the harsh reality had long since broken the will of these locals. Their most common means of making a living was to act as guides for wealthy explorers, digging up their ancestors' graves to survive.

"Yeah?"

Lex stared at the porcelain figurine with a playful expression.

He reached out and tossed the weight up and down.

"Um,"

The man gripped the porcelain figurine tightly, then suddenly smashed it down onto the yellow bricks beneath his feet.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of shattering tiles echoed.

As the terracotta figurine shattered, an octagonal gemstone rolled and fell to the ground.

"This thing."

Lex bent down and held the gem in his hand. A few rays of sunlight streamed through the cracks in the tower, illuminating the gem and refracting it into a kaleidoscope of colors.

The Philosopher's Stone.

Lex stared at the gem in his hand, his eyes mesmerized.

Legend has it that collecting all three gems will unlock the legendary treasure vault.

....

London.

As always, a light drizzle was falling.

On the Old Broadway commercial street in the city center.

Inside an art gallery.

"Darling, you really should see this painting."

Various strange paintings are displayed on both sides of the huge corridor.

People always like things that are elusive and unreplicable, and they label these things as art to show off their taste and uniqueness.

"This is?"

Lana looked at the murals hanging on the exhibition wall.

It appears to be a wall that was violently cut and hung here.

The content on the mural is simple and clear.

Several tiny figures of different shapes are worshipping a woman sitting upright in a tree.

The woman held a wooden handle that was burning with flames in her hand.

"Strange murals?" Lana stopped in her tracks.

She stared at the mural.

The next picture shows a group of little people singing and dancing around a woman.

It's another mural.

This time, the woman was locked in a huge iron cage.

The torch in her hand flickered dimly, replaced by the light rising from the little figures.

What is the meaning behind this mural?

Lana's new rich boyfriend tilted his head and said, "This seems to be a story about men rebelling against women in a matriarchal society?"

No, I don't think so.

Lana sighed, not knowing why, but when she saw the woman imprisoned in the cage, her heart ached.

(End of this chapter)