Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

"I want to be quiet."

metropolis.

A prosperous city.

A good level of economic development has brought about rapid urban development and also brought countless employment opportunities.

The increase in population size further promotes the development of cities.

If you talk about "starting a business" in Gotham City, then the first choice for making money is always the metropolis.

Under a newly opened real estate in the metropolis, a strong young man was shirtless, revealing his strong muscles.

He squatted on the ground without any image, holding a piece of cheap bread in his hand and eating it.

Adjusting the sweat towel around his neck, Clark stared deeply at the large number of bricks he had piled this morning, so much so that the contractor would hand over a cigarette to praise a job well done.

"Huh." With a soft breath, Clark stood up and declined the workers' invitation to go to the club for a drink. After collecting today's wages, Clark walked to a chain supermarket near the construction site to purchase ingredients for dinner.

Walking into the mall, there are many products on the dazzling shelves. Clark, wearing only a sleeveless short shirt, has undoubtedly become the focus of the area.

Many American women's eyes stayed on Clark's strong arms and tall body.

There are even many bold women who try to tease Clark by whistling.

Well, with his figure alone, just by going to the club and making a stop there, Clark would earn more money than he could by moving bricks on a construction site for a week.

"What are you going to eat today?"

Clark walked towards the discount section of the mall.

It's not that he can't make money by moving bricks, but because his inner guilt is disturbing Clark's thoughts.

He plans to earn more money and send it to the farm to repay Jonathan and his wife for their upbringing.

Reaching for the nearest bread bag, Clark was distracted and thinking about other things.

"Snapped."

A big hand was placed on the cold container.

Clark's eyes widened in confusion.

No, where is his bread?

Where did that big piece of bread go?

Clark shook his head, maybe he was dazzled before?

Move your right hand to touch the second piece of bread.

"Uh-huh."

It was the same scene again, the bread wrapped in the packaging bag disappeared.

"No." Clark frowned. This time he saw clearly that the bread suddenly disappeared from his field of vision.

With his heart sinking slightly, Clark narrowed his eyes and stared at the shelves in front of him.

He reached out to touch another piece of bread, and at the same time, with the Kryptonian's innate ability, everything around him seemed to be playing in slow motion.

Woman walking with her child.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly pushing a cart.

Everything seems to be frozen.

Clark ignored these noisy scenes. He stared at the shelf in front of him, trying to figure out the cheap bread that had disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment.

A bolt of golden lightning broke through the air, and its extreme speed even made the air make a "whooshing" sound. A delicate arm reached out to touch the bread Clark was holding.

Clark glanced to his side from the corner of his eye.

A boy with a yellow haircut and a red schoolbag on his chest was holding a piece of bread and was about to grab the last bag of bread left on the shelf.

And his red schoolbag was already filled with bread bags.

"Huh?" As if sensing the strange gaze, the boy raised his head and looked at the tall man beside him.

Eyes facing each other.

Big eyes look at small eyes.

There was a rather awkward atmosphere in the air.

For a moment, the boy's pupils widened, his eyes full of shock, as if he was extremely surprised that Clark could catch his speed.

"Zizi" lit up with bright golden lightning and electric current wrapped around his body. The boy's body flashed and he planned to escape from here.

"Wait!" Clark was also not slow, and the arm that was originally touching the bread clasped the boy's wrist with his backhand.

"Bang!" The solid, calloused left hand firmly grasped the boy's wrist to prevent him from escaping, and also interrupted the golden lightning that gathered on the boy's body.

"Are you from a small town too?"

Clark tilted his head and stared at the boy with a serious expression.

No wonder he was nervous and suspicious. After all, in Clark's opinion, the boy's abilities might also be caused by the meteorite rain in the town.

And he thinks that none of the unlucky people in the town who gained superpowers through meteorites will survive.

"A small town, what small town?"

The boy frowned, his face full of confusion, and having his wrist held by a stranger made him feel insecure.

Clark pursed his lips and asked, "Smallville town, have you ever lived there?"

Clark was wary of this kind of speedster, very worried that this kid would use his superpowers to do bad things.

"Smallville? Isn't that the hometown of Uncle Gino and Uncle Clark?" The boy frowned, and then stared at Clark warily: "But this has nothing to do with you. I advise you to let me go, otherwise you will suffer some hardships. .”

Listening to the boy's words, Clark's head went into a shutdown.

"Uncle Gino and Uncle Clark?"

Clark rubbed his cheeks in confusion. There was no stubble on his fair face, and he was far from the age to be an uncle.

Moreover, he didn't remember any couple he knew in the town who had such a big child.

What's more, my friend Gino doesn't have many friends in the small town.

After excluding this, Clark felt that his head suddenly grew bigger.

However, taking advantage of Clark's daze, the boy suddenly shook his arm.

"Uh-huh!"

Clark didn't wait for a reaction.

Golden lightning caused the electric light to flash, and Clark felt his hands were empty.

"Goodbye, you idiot!"

Break free from Clark.

The boy who appeared on the shelf not far away stuck out his tongue at Clark. In the next moment, the boy turned into a golden light and ran towards the exit.

"Don't run!"

Clark dropped the bread in his hand, swung his legs and started chasing the boy at top speed.

He wanted to know the boy's identity, it was very important to him.

The two people chasing each other were like marathon runners competing for speed, or playing a game of cops and robbers.

The extreme speed soared, and the surrounding scenes kept changing.

Everything is left behind them,

Seen from a high place, it looks like two rays of light, one golden and one white, chasing each other back and forth, soaring across the entire metropolitan city.

They ran through the chaotic bars, jumped over the steel city made of concrete, and passed through the Luther Group, the landmark building of the metropolis.

"Snapped!"

In a beautiful and perfect parkour jump, the blond boy jumped over the fence and stepped on the flowing sea.

The originally flowing seawater was trampled under his feet, just like the legendary Atlanteans. The boy stepped firmly on the seawater, and did not forget to turn his head and raise his middle finger to Clark: "Catch up if you can!"

After saying that, the boy turned his head and galloped towards the distant sea, leaving only a golden afterimage in Clark's eyes.

"Tsk." Looking at the turbulent sea, Clark couldn't help clenching his fists.

The reason is simple, he cannot walk on the sea.

Staring at the figure that was gradually running away, Clark pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then sighed deeply: "It would be great if Jino was here."