Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

No one knows what happened in the White House.

Both parties had a tacit agreement to remain silent.

Regarding the deaths of the two generals, it is very likely that the American government will label them as the cause of death in a drunk driving accident.

Hale was handed over to Lucifer by Gino.

The Lord of Hell, who has always been a vegetarian, welcomed having a Kryptonian playmate. I am afraid that Hal will probably spend the rest of his long life in hell.

Doomsday was sent to the Luthor Factory underground base by Gino as usual.

After experiencing many incidents, the small town also ushered in a rare leisure time.

In Clark's newly restored Fortress of Solitude second floor barn.

"Lana left me."

Clark took a swig from his glass.

The wine brewed from amber gold made him intoxicated.

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

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

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

But just like in all second-rate romance novels and TV shows, when Lana was going to find Clark, the boy was still following Gino and fighting against Destruction One Day.

So the two just missed it.

After drinking the drink in the glass, Clark stood up unsteadily.

Stepping on the oak floor, Clark stood in front of the window and stared down at the ground beneath his feet.

He didn't look back and said:

"You said if I jump from here, I can fly according to the method you said?"

"Is this method really reliable?"

The young man behind him stood up and came to Clark's side carrying a drink made of amber gold.

Gino patted Clark on the shoulder and smiled:

"The Man of Steel, who everyone calls Superman, is also afraid of heights?"

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

"And all I can think about is Lana."

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

Gino smiled and patted Clark on the shoulder: "My friend's relationship should look forward, not dwell on the past."

"Concentrate now,"

Gino held Clark's shoulders and asked him to look at the blue sky outside the barn.

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

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

Before Clark could recover, Gino suddenly took action and pushed Clark gently on the back.

"Snapped!"

"Ahhh!"

Clark yelled and fell from the barn.

"Bang!"

A sound like a heavy object falling to the ground fell into Gino's ears, proving that Clark's "first flight" failed.

"Well, you don't fly when you drink, and you don't drink when you fly." Jino shrugged, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Uh-huh!"

The big boy jumped back to the high platform with a slight jump,

His slightly immature face was covered with dust. He scratched the dust on his face in embarrassment and said, "It seems to have failed."

“My advice is to try it a few times.”

Gino smiled and patted Clark on the shoulder while glancing at the message on his phone.

The boy's message list doesn't have many contacts.

Thalia: The new black stockings are very nice (temptation emoticon).

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

Diana: There is an art exhibition in London today. Do you want to go and see it?

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

Clark secretly glanced at his friend's message list and couldn't help but admire it.

To be popular, it has to be Keno.

Ignoring the black stocking photo that Thalia sent "with bad intentions", Gino looked at a photo that Lex sent.

"Lex ran away to Egypt?"

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

"Martha always talked about wanting to go to Egypt and see the pyramids."

"Yes, he got some clues from some information dealers."

Gino twisted his chin and stared at the photo sent by Brother Cheap.

In the photo, Lex is standing in front of a magnificent pyramid, holding a strange-shaped ceramic figurine in his hand. The mysterious stripes on the porcelain seem to indicate the extraordinary nature of this thing.

"This thing."

Jino narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of crisis in his heart.

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

…..

"This thing."

Inside the Egyptian pyramids.

In the tomb of the pharaoh who once dominated Egypt and had supreme authority, Lex looked at the porcelain figurines in his hands with a strange expression.

The Egyptian tour guide behind him told Lex earnestly: "This is the most precious stone buried in the tomb of the great Pharaoh."

As children of the Egyptian desert, the cruelty of reality has already broken the will of these locals. Their most common way of making a living is to serve as guides for wealthy explorers to dig out the tombs of their ancestors to make a living.

"Yeah?"

Lex stared at the porcelain figurine with a playful expression.

He reached up and tossed the weight up and down.

"Um,"

The man held the porcelain figurine tightly, and then suddenly smashed it towards the yellow bricks under his feet.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of cracking tiles echoed.

As the pottery figurine shattered, an eight-sided prismatic gem fell to the ground.

"This thing."

Lex bent down and held the gem in his hand. A few rays of sunlight fell along the gaps in the tower, reflecting colorful light on the gem.

"The Philosopher's Stone."

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

"It is said that collecting three gems can open the legendary treasure house."

….

London.

It was drizzling as always.

Laohui Street commercial street in the center of the city.

In an art exhibition hall.

"Honey, you should really see this picture."

There are all kinds of strange and famous paintings on both sides of the huge corridor.

People always like things that are elusive and cannot be copied, and they use the name of art to show their taste and uniqueness.

"This is?"

Lana looked at the mural hanging on the exhibition wall.

This seems to be a wall that has been cut and hung here using violent means.

The content on the mural is concise and clear.

Several little people of different shapes were worshiping around a woman sitting upright in a tree.

The woman's hand held a wooden handle burning with flames.

"Strange murals?" Lana stopped involuntarily.

She stared at the mural.

The next picture shows the group of villains singing and dancing around the woman.

Another mural.

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

The firelight in the torch in her hand dimmed, replaced by the rising light of the tiny figures.

“What is this mural trying to say?”

Lana's new rich second-generation boyfriend tilted his head: "This seems to record the story of men rebelling against women in a matriarchal society?"

"No, I don't think so."

Lana sighed. She didn't know why, but when she saw the woman imprisoned in the cage, her heart ached.