Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Smallville Township Mortuary.

Whether Easterners or Westerners, there are always countless taboos against the dead.

In the gloomy and cold room, several corpses were placed one after another.

The freezer covered their faces with a layer of white frost, and coupled with the ferocious expressions before death, they looked weird and terrifying.

"so."

In the quiet room, a woman's voice slowly sounded: "Are these people you saw in the prophecy?"

Clark ignored Louise, who was rushing towards him like a dog-skin plaster, and he stared at the corpses solemnly.

Only half of the purple masked archer was left in the town.

The chest looked like a hammer man who had been punched through with a bloody hole.

There are also headless corpses of women in red clothes, and old men in white robes with necks twisted 180 degrees like twists.

The people he saw in the prophecy all died.

"That hammer?" Louise looked at the hammer in the hand of the blond corpse: "Is this his weapon? Are there any clues?"

"I don't know, but you can take a look." Clark sighed, walked towards the body, and reached out to touch the clenched hammer head.

Breaking open the stiff fingers, he dropped the hammer that was originally holding it, and it hit the silent room with a sound.

"Clang."

The sudden release of the hammer made the two of them look around nervously.

After all, sneaking into the police morgue is not a glorious thing.

But obviously, the small town police were busy dealing with the property damage caused by the bodies falling from the sky, so no one was stationed at the morgue.

"call."

Clark took a breath through his nose to calm down his somewhat agitated mood.

He reached out and grasped the handle of the hammer. The handle, which was wrapped in the black skin of some unknown beast, felt cold to the touch, and the weight of the hammer head was also a bit heavy?

"This thing?"

Clark frowned slightly, and after a little effort, as his shoulders were lifted, the hammer head that originally fell on the ground was also lifted into the air.

"Crack!"

Azure lightning flashed on the body of the hammer, and Clark was a little disappointed: "This is just a weapon, there are no clues."

Feeling Clark's loss, Louise was about to open her mouth to express relief, but the sharp sound of electricity suddenly sounded from their pocket phones interrupted their communication.

"Buzz!"

There was a harsh sound like a midnight monster scratching the glass with its nails, making Louise frown in pain.

"Boom!"

The incandescent lamp originally hanging above the two people's heads went out, and the entire room was instantly engulfed in darkness.

The freezing failed, and the faint smell of corpses filled the air.

In the darkness, human imagination is always extremely rich. Louise was suddenly afraid. She was afraid that the corpses would suddenly jump up and pounce on her in the next moment.

Clark looked down at the phone with its strange blue light flashing. As the screen kept changing, they formed a series of short words: "This world belongs to us."

In nervous fear, Louise fumbled to hold the strong and reliable arm, her voice trembled: "What happened?"

…..

"what happened?"

This question arises in more than one mind.

"Almost at the same time, all networks and devices around the world were compromised."

"I have defended against cyberattacks from unknown enemies, but when the global network is paralyzed, our successful defense will make this place look like fireflies."

In the basement of Luther Factory, the singer attached to the Space Rubik's Cube said in a cold tone: "I recommend evacuating immediately."

"Yeah, evacuate."

On the experimental table, Lex, who was covered in tendon meat, twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at a room of precious experimental materials in his laboratory.

How could he be so smart and not know that the time to evacuate was very precious and there was no time to take everything away.

"Bizzaro." Lex yelled toward the corner, saying urgently: "Take the singer and evacuate!"

When the global network communication equipment is paralyzed, the singer can maintain communication. This alone is more precious than all experimental materials.

Bizarro nodded obediently and asked in a low voice: "Okay, but when will we come back?"

Lex's expression was gloomy, and his dark green eyes swept across the laboratory. He said, "Sooner or later, we will be back sooner or later."

…

"We're back."

On the top floor of the Wayne Group, the tallest building in Gotham City, a man wearing a dark blue tight-fitting uniform with a "U" pattern engraved on his chest and a resolute face stared at Gotham City in the distance with a cloak behind his back. Hunting.

The man seemed to be talking to himself or to the woman wearing a black suit behind him: "When I was very young, when Krypton was about to be destroyed."

"My father, Jor-El, and Lyra killed all of their own kind who tried to escape to prevent these people from becoming an obstacle to my domination of the universe in the future."

"I was the only one who got on that escape ship."

"That spaceship kept playing my father's last words to me,"

He raised his arm and slowly clenched his fingers: "Eradicate cowardice and let strength be firmly in your hands."

"I landed on a farm and met two disgusting farm couples, Jonathan and Martha."

A flash of sarcasm flashed across the man's face: "In the beginning, those two idiots wanted to sell me to an agency in exchange for a large sum of money."

"Until I was a few months old and twisted Jonathan's fingers off."

"Six years later, I killed those two idiots."

"I step into the world,"

"Kill all those who oppose me and take advantage of my enemies."

“Eradicate cowardice and impose fear.”

He laughed to himself and narrowed his eyes.

"The next story is a bit boring." The man turned his head and looked up at the dark full moon: "I conquered that earth."

"But I want more."

He turned around and glanced at several of his members: "Do you understand?"

"I want to conquer this earth and let countless planets bathe in my light!"

"I want my name to ring throughout the universe and let them cheer for my title."

"I am superpower, I am powerful."

"Those who oppose me will die, and those who support me will share the glory with me."

The face that was sixty percent similar to Clark was filled with a sick and ferocious smile.

There was silence all around, no one dared to speak.

Behind the man, the people hid in the darkness, allowing their leader to enjoy the moonlight alone.

They lowered their heads to show respect, and everyone said in unison: "Yes, Speedmaster."

The man nodded with satisfaction, then he raised his head, stared at the moonlight and said, "The grid did a good job. It paralyzed all the networks on this planet."

"But there's a lot more we have to do."

"The sun is too much in the way."

"I want to block the sun."

The man bent his legs slightly, and then raised a wave of air like a rocket. His figure was like an afterimage, throwing out an ear-splitting sonic boom, flashing through the sky and creating a stream of light in the sky.