Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Gotham City.

The waning moon is hidden under the night, and it seems that it is impossible to look directly at the darkness and sin of the city at night.

The sound of police cars roaring echoed everywhere.

But the city's criminals have no fear of the police.

After all, 60% of the Gotham Police Department's crime detection rate comes from Batman.

If you really want to deter the evil that occurs at night, you might as well hang a bat lantern high in the sky.

After all, the police may not be able to catch you, but Batman can certainly catch you and break two of your ribs to make your memory long.

Of course, the story to be told today is not about policing and police corruption in Gotham City.

In an abandoned steel mill in the eastern suburbs of Gotham City.

The heavy industry, which originated after the vigorous Industrial Revolution in the 19th century and declined with the establishment of Franklin's hegemony in the new era, can only witness the rise and fall of this place in its decaying and abandoned factories.

In an abandoned factory.

Yellowed and rusty industrial machines are placed disorderly throughout the factory.

The concrete pavement is overgrown with weeds.

There were two demonoids stationed at a rusty iron door not far away.

"Damn it, we're done, we're done!"

In the house, suppressed hysterical sounds echoed, vaguely mixed with cries, creating an atmosphere called "desperation."

"Oh oh oh, I don't want to die, Susan, my love!"

This is a 100-meter-square iron house. The smell of old rust floats in the air, and it smells as pungent as spoiled rotten tomatoes.

There are men, women, old and young in the room at this moment.

Fear was written on everyone's face.

In the face of fear, some people break down and cry because of too much fear.

There was also numbness and loss of consciousness, like a clay statue standing motionless.

And at the doorway a little further away.

"Hiha!"

The demonoid armed with an alien technology rifle roared and threatened the humans inside.

These creatures created by Apokolips technology are extremely loyal and do not need to rest. They are the best tools.

At this moment, they received orders to take care of these humans who were contaminated with the breath of the Mother Box.

Silas watched these strange creatures quietly. As a scientist who knew many secrets, he was not surprised by the existence of aliens.

Moreover, according to his speculation, these demonoids are probably coming for the Mother Box.

"Buzz~"

There was a sound like the rim of a cup being rubbed together, and a silver beam of light fell from the sky and brought up a large amount of dust.

"I see, I conquer."

Steppenwolf, who was four meters tall, had a strong build and was wearing silver armor, looking around with his arms crossed and a haughty look on his face.

He clenched the giant ax in his hand, and the peerless weapon built by the craftsmen of Apokolips shone dazzlingly in the air.

The roaring golden thunder wrapped around the ax body, and Steppenwolf raised his head and sniffed the air.

"His ha~"

He closed his eyes intoxicated, and then focused on Silas in the crowd: "I smell the smell of the Mother Box from you."

Steppenwolf strode forward.

Seeing such a huge monster approaching everyone while mouthing human words, many people were so frightened that their legs twitched and they were unable to move.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Silas's dark face was unmoved. Although he stole the Mother Box and used the Mother Box's technology to transform his son, from the bottom of his heart, Silas believed that he was an Earthling, so he did not intend to tell Steppenwolf about the Mother Box. 's whereabouts.

"have no idea?"

Steppenwolf stretched out his big hand and clasped Silas's neck. Silas only felt that his neck was being clamped by a huge force, and the terrible suffocation made him breathe quickly and hard.

The fear of death hangs in everyone's mind.

Many people pessimistically wonder whether it will be their turn next.

"Beg, and my gadget will peer into your head and search your memory."

Steppenwolf shook his head, a crack opened in the silver armor on his body, and a metal centipede crawled with its tentacles swinging, and soon settled on Silas' forehead.

A metal tentacle embedded itself in Silas's nostril.

"Well!"

Like a patient in madness, Silas rolled his eyes and twitched violently.

"Buzz~"

The mechanical centipede ejected a light curtain composed of blue energy particles, on which the life of Silas was played.

From babbling to adulthood, and then entering the palace of marriage with his wife.

Then there is the wife who was involved in a car accident after attending her son's rugby game and died on the spot, and the son who is in danger.

"right here."

Steppenwolf raised his arm, and the scene froze on the mother box that Silas took out from the laboratory. The silver mother box looked noble and elegant.

The screen continues to play.

When he saw that Silas actually used the Mother Box to heal Victor, a flash of contempt and disgust flashed across the Garden Wolf's face: "Do you, a dirty race like us, deserve to get involved in the Mother Box?"

Steppenwolf was not interested in reading any more. He turned to the demonoids and gave an order: "Go find this man's son and bring him back to me."

The demonoids roared, flapping their wings behind them and sending up dust from the abandoned iron factory, flying high into the sky.

A street in Gotham City.

Cyborg, who was wearing a hood to hide his true face, stood expressionless under the rain.

The dimly lit scene with heavy rain seems to be a good place to stage some dramas such as negotiation and betrayal.

"Shua~"

It was like the sound of a steel cable passing through a city cement wall, followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the water.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"But I'm still here."

A deep voice sounded behind him, and Cyborg turned around, his electronic compound eyes staring at the hidden figure standing in the alley.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the night, illuminating the alley with a brief flash of light, revealing a pair of bat ears.

"Batman."

Victor said in a deep voice: "I recognize you."

“It’s not just me, it’s not just me.”

Batman said this, and Victor noticed a figure standing on the wall of the alley.

The straight chest and bright red cape, and the "s" mark on the chest of the suit also made Cyborg recognize this man's identity: "Superman Clark."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Another figure fell above the night. Diana had the Vulcan sword in her right hand and the Amazon shield in her left hand. She looked at Victor with a serious face: "Where is the Mother Box?"

"I have the mother box."

Victor didn't talk nonsense. He lowered his head and pointed at the storage box in his hand.

"We need to move with it immediately."

Batman walked out of the alley and said, "Steppenwolf will not let go of the Mother Boxes."

"He's even on his way here."

The woman looked up at Gotham City's tallest tower.

On top of the tower, a waterfall of light falls from top to bottom.

The moment she saw the tall figure, Diana fell into rage.

"Steppenwolf!"

She roared angrily, and terrifying air waves surged around her, moving every inch of her hair. The woman roared and raised the divine wrist guards on her hands: "Blood debt must be repaid with blood!"