Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 253 Mark's Fury

Chapter 253 Mark's Fury

Where did Angustran go?

Faced with Joey's interrogation, Dr. Earthquake recalled his previous experience of being held and threatened. The little old man turned pale with fright and quickly protested his innocence:

"I'm innocent! It really wasn't me this time!"

"Who summoned these lava giants?"

With that kind of ability, Joey only knows one earthquake expert. If he doesn't cause trouble for him, who else should he go after?

Unexpectedly, the earthquake expert immediately admitted, "I recruited them!"

"You said it wasn't you just now, but now you're saying it is?" Upon hearing this, Joey immediately raised his fist. Although he had roughly figured out what was going on, he was still furious and pretended to punch the old man.

Are you deliberately making fun of me?

"No, no, it wasn't me!" After the incident where the subterranean creatures fled without a fight, the earthquake expert, who was imprisoned, spent a long time pondering the reason using his limited biological knowledge. He even asked the prison for books on biological behavior and population ecology and read them all night.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The sudden emergence of a new predator avoidance effect in a biological species was already terrifying to contemplate, which made him genuinely worried when he saw Joey.

After hearing the other person's rant, I wished I had more mouths. Luckily, I managed to explain everything before they glared at me and killed me.

"It was me who did it, but it wasn't me who did it—it's another version of me, a parallel world, do you understand?"

"If you didn't do it, why did you escape from prison?"

The earthquake expert felt that Joey was deliberately picking a fight: "Are you serious? Everyone in this prison was about to be cooked alive by the incoming lava. What else could I do but run?"

After asking about the situation, Joey let go and tossed Dr. Earthquake to the ground: "You can stay where you are; you're just returning to Mother Earth's embrace!"

Now that he's free, the earthquake expert has finally calmed down.

"Stop humiliating me! You have no idea what I'm trying to do!"

He is an extreme environmentalist, and it's true that he harbors an idealism that humanity should be wiped out as soon as possible, but this idealism is no match for Kryptonian Superman right now.

The most brutal natural wrath unleashed by Mother Earth, whom he worships, is probably just a minor ripple in Superman's eyes.

As a cultured individual, the earthquake expert understood the simple truth that "a wise man submits to circumstances," so he quickly found a nearby cell and retreated there.

"I'll just go in like this and not go anywhere else, is that alright?"

Unfortunately, he was the only one who knew what was good for him. In the darkness in the distance, a pair of criminals who had just escaped from prison saw the light and, with a burst of speed, used their nearly 2.5-meter height to elbow Joey in the lower back.

"Ahhhhh!"

The first "Ah" is the shout of charging forward, and the second "Ah" is the scream of agony after a broken shoulder.

"These two are the 'Müller Twins.' They have completely mastered the secret of replicating life, so they cloned themselves 1:1 and act as a duo."

While quietly watching his fellow inmates eat from his cell, the earthquake expert didn't forget to introduce the newcomer, Joey, to his identity:

"If one dies, then another is cloned, but no one ever knows which of the two people active outside is the clone and which is the original. I think even they themselves don't know."

"Shut up, old man!"

While clutching their arms in agony, the Muller twins didn't forget to threaten Dr. Earthquake not to reveal their secrets.

One of them is the original, and the other is a clone. The fact that they are indistinguishable from each other is not a secret in the circle of superpowered criminals, and there is a reason why they do this.

After activating her super vision to verify, Joey knew that Dr. Earthquake was right—these two 2.5-meter-tall, blue-skinned, muscular men did indeed have a one-to-one replica of each other's DNA.

"Your cloning techniques are quite impressive."

These two should be thankful that the Kryptonian they encountered was Joey, rather than some other Makio who had lived on Krypton's native lands. Otherwise, with their sophisticated skills, they would have been sure to meet their demise.

However, distinguishing between the clone and the original is not difficult, at least not for Joey:

"The one on the left is the original, and the one on the right is the clone."

The age of cells and the enrichment of trace elements do not lie. Rather than distinguishing between the original body and the clone, these two are more like distinguishing between an older clone and the clone of this clone.

This strange way of existing piqued Joey's curiosity.

"Have you two replaced many 'partners' already?"

A very interesting pair; they have achieved an alternative form of "immortality" almost through cloning, as long as one of them survives after each dangerous crime.

"none of your business!"

One of the Muller twins grabbed a nearby water dispenser and threw it at Joey, while simultaneously directing the other companion, whom Joey identified as a "clone," to attack:

"Clone, you hold him off, let me run!"

This is reason 1

Once the Muller twins know which one is the original and which one is the clone, the two who were originally "twins" and had a close understanding of each other will no longer be able to cooperate intimately.

After all, the original is always more noble than the clone, isn't it?

Call ~

Joey used the same trick again, freezing the two clones in place with a single breath:

"Behave yourself."

There were quite a few prisoners like them in the prison who tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape. Joey's gaze shot out and pierced the knee of one of the unlucky guys through a dozen walls.

The other party is attempting to attack a lone prison guard.

The prison guard, shivering in the darkness, was completely unaware of the failed attack. His eyes caught only a faint red light behind him before everything returned to darkness.

As the red cloak swept past him, carrying the criminal in a flash, he, having narrowly escaped death, instinctively touched his neck.

Was that a gust of wind just now?

Like a firefighter rushing around, Joey quickly stuffed all the criminals, who were running around like headless flies, into the cells.

Now there's only one thing left: take care of the criminals at the entrance/exit.

These were the smarter, stronger, or luckier ones in the prison. They successfully found the elevator at the entrance in the darkness and ran right into the prison guards who had gathered there.

The prison guards cocked their guns and pointed them at the various superpowered criminals present: "Back off!"

"Are you serious at a time like this?"

The criminals remained unmoved, letting the tougher, more resilient ones slowly approach from the front:

"We've been worried about not having a chance to repay your hospitality here!"

The prison guards present are the prison's remaining armed force. There is no electricity, no communication, and no elevators that are working properly.

They only had the guns in their hands, and these weapons posed little threat to the truly formidable people in the prison.

This is why these criminals act with impunity.

"I'm warning you," the prison guard, who had been shown the way by Joey, spoke tremblingly, trying to scare away the vicious criminals:

"The trendiest people are nearby. If you dare take another step forward, you will—"

"What will happen then!"

One of the criminals, with a slender, lizard-like body, saw that the distance was close enough and immediately used all four limbs to climb the wall, spiraling forward.

He was prepared to force his way into the crowd, to feast on flesh and blood, and to experience a long-awaited battle.

Metaphor!

A heat beam through the wall severed his tail on the spot, causing him to fall to the ground while losing his balance.

"It will look like this."

Joey approached from the corridor behind the criminal, his eyes turning bloodshot from heat vision:

"The prison structure has been reinforced; there's no lava or breaches. Return to your cells!"

The silent crowd glanced at the lizard's tail and the lizard itself thrashing about on the ground, and immediately made a wise choice.

Just as Yang Yi had stabilized the situation, several capsule-shaped flying pods crashed into the already crumbling prison in a teleportation-like manner.

Several corpses, their bodies filled with various metal prosthetics, poured out of the flight cabin.

Ferocious and hideous, that was Joey's first impression of these metal-modified structures.

"Don't attack them, Superman!"

Along with the projected flight module came Cecil's communication signal: "These things are our own."

As Cecil described, these cyborgs began to systematically manage the criminals and control the scene after their deployment.

This caused Joey's intense gaze to subside slightly.

Mark arrived late at this point.

The moment he hit the ground, the usually mild-mannered Mark erupted like a volcano, tearing a cyborg machine apart with his bare hands. Dark red blood and black engine oil sprayed across the entire corridor.

"What the hell have you been doing, Cissel?!"

Joey took a step back to prevent the cyborgs' internal organs and parts from getting on him, then picked up the prison guards and evacuated them one by one.

As for what Mark is angry about—

Well, Joey felt that there must have been more than one thing that Cecilia did that could make Mark, a young man, so angry.