Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

This is a small room.

Soft incandescent lights hung from the roof.

But the three ferocious faces revealed in the incandescent light, and the creatures with sharp horns on their foreheads proved their identities.

Demons from hell.

Their expressions are greedy, and every breath they take will cause the slag of hell to fly.

There is a long stack of chips on the table.

Three tall demons sat on the chairs with their backs spread out, their postures casual, staring at the man sitting at the bottom of the table with a joking smile on their faces.

An unshaven man wearing a black windbreaker, his face full of decay, stared at the empty table in front of him.

I didn’t have a single chip in hand, and it looked like I was about to lose.

"Hey, Constantine." A demon grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth, staring at Constantine and taunting: "It looks like someone is going to lose soon."

"I don't think so." Constantine smiled, his eyes falling on the door that opened at some point.

A blond young man was leaning on the door, his head lowered and staring at Constantine and the three-headed devil.

His eyes were dark as he stared at the three-headed demon.

"How did this guy get in?"

The leader of the demon tilted his head, raised his fist and knocked hard on the round table.

The other demon licked the corner of his mouth, stared at Jino and shouted angrily: "Mortal, get out, or I will remove your head and use it as a chamber pot!"

"Really?" Gino tilted his head.

But the cunning Constantine dragged the chair to the corner without knowing when.

"Buzz!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man's figure flickered, like an afterimage, and suddenly stood in front of the demon that was shouting before.

"Snapped!"

It was as if a big hand as strong as steel was holding the devil's head.

"Crack!"

Huge force came from the wrist, driving the demon's head to rotate.

Like a seasoned breakfast shop chef, the slender devil's neck twisted like a twist.

"Crack!"

It seems that a certain critical point has been reached, and the head and neck are separated.

"Using my head as a chamber pot?"

Gino played with the devil's head and watched the devil's cheeks on the head twist.

"You don't have the strength either~"

He held his head and pressed it hard against the round table.

The round table made of wood shattered upon contact with the head.

The devil's head dispersed in the wind like quicksand.

"Bang!"

The two demons stood up first, but far faster than them was Gino's fist.

"Uh-huh!"

The roaring fist of a tiger and a dragon pierced the demon's chest like a sharp sword, causing their bodies to ignite into blazing flames.

The two demons couldn't even let out a scream, and were swallowed up by the hell flames ignited in their bodies, losing their bodies in the human world.

"Pa!" He clapped his hands to disperse the saltpeter smoke and dust on his palms.

Gino pushed open the window glass and let the cool night breeze flow into the room.

"Get out of here, Constantine."

Gino casually moved a chair and leaned on it, staring at Constantine in the corner with a playful look.

The slippery man was lying under a chair at the moment. After hearing Gino's words, Constantine got up from under the table with a greasy smile.

"Hey, Gino."

Constantine smiled and scratched his head: "We meet again."

"Constantine."

When dealing with a scum like Zha Kang, Jino spoke without ceremony.

"You owe me a favor and now it's time to pay it back."

"Favor?" Constantine rubbed his greasy hair and sat slumped in the chair: "I remember that I repaid your favor during the last dispute between heaven and hell."

"Those are two different things." Jino smiled, pointed at the three charred remains on the ground and said, "I solved this trouble for you."

"And don't talk nonsense." Gino looked at Constantine and pointed to the noisy siren outside the window with an unfriendly expression: "There was a medieval witch who sacrificed to an unknown existence, and now human society is in chaos."

"Many people mistake the people around them for demons."

"You should understand." Jino stood up, held Constantine's shoulders, stared at Constantine with bright sapphire eyes, and said in a low voice: "If you allow this situation to rage, you will not be better off by then. .”

"That's what I said." Constantine sighed, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I hate trouble."

"But" Constantine looked at Gino's right hand on his shoulder and smiled helplessly: "Do I have the right to choose?"

"Right?" Jino smiled gently: "No."

"If you refuse, I will pull off your trench coat and hang you on a street lamp for everyone in the metropolis to admire."

Looking at the smiling young man, Constantine felt inexplicably that this man was far scarier than the demon he had seen.

"What should we do next?" Constantine looked at Gino.

"How to do it?" Jino looked out the window at the night and said, "Next, we need to find someone else."

"I understand, your lover, right?" Constantine had a wicked smile on his face. He was about to touch Jino with his elbow, but was stopped by the young man's indifferent expression.

Jino looked back: "Shut up and follow me."

metropolis.

Located in the downtown Plaza Theater Center.

The huge performing arts hall was crowded and buzzing with people.

Everyone is cheering for today’s great magic show,

Amazing, superb skills!

They stared at the woman on the stage wielding a short stick.

Zatanna, who had brown hair and blue eyes and was wearing a crisp suit, took off her hood, smiled and said hello to the crowd around her: "Thank you, thank you!"

The woman's smile is warm and bright.

"This concludes today's magic show."

As the woman bowed in thanks, the red curtain above the hall slowly fell, announcing the end of the magic.

"Snapped."

As the stage ends.

Lights flicker.

Zatanna sat in the dressing room under the stage as if in a trance.

The woman picked up the brush and gently brushed her cheeks, took off her light makeup, and looked at the beautiful little face in the mirror. She sighed quietly and looked at the mobile phone on the table.

A contact interface named "Geno Luther" was displayed on the phone.

The last chat message between the two was still a few months ago.

"Geno Luther."

Zatanna gritted her teeth and punched a blond doll on the table.

"I seem to hear someone calling me?" A gentle voice sounded.

Zatanna tensed up and slowly turned around to see the young man looking at her with a smile on his face.

With familiar long blond hair, a white shirt and black sports pants, Gino smiled lazily and said to Zatanna, "Long time no see, Zatanna."

"K-Kino?" Zatanna opened her mouth in surprise, not understanding why the other party suddenly appeared here.

But soon, this doubt was filled with resentment.

"You bastard, what are you doing here with me?"

Zatanna turned her back to Gino as if she was angry.

You know, the other party recently established the Justice League, which is causing turmoil in the world.

I’ve done so many things, but haven’t told myself anything.