Chapter 125: Classic Recreation
Author: Yue Shang Xintou
If it were an ordinary reporter, he might have done exactly as Ben Urich said in the face of such a crisis: obediently call the police.
However, Colin was, after all, not just some ordinary, defenseless reporter.
Clark Kent was merely his disguise. If he wanted to, he could easily shake off his pursuers, or even eliminate them.
However, considering the continued necessity of the Clark Kent identity, Colin chose not to retaliate immediately. Instead, he continued to drive the car, feigning complete ignorance.
"Careful, don't let him spot us!"
"Relax, he won't discover us."
"So, we're just warning this guy? Why not just take him out directly, make sure he never gets a chance to speak again?"
As they drove, following Colin, the two men in the car couldn't help but start talking.
"His identity as a reporter is too sensitive, especially at this stage..."
*Actually, I've already spotted you.*
Hearing the conversation from the car behind him, Colin replied silently in his mind.
It seemed that although Kingpin was furious, he hadn't lost his head and launched a reckless retaliatory strike.
From this perspective, he was indeed worthy of being the underground leader of New York City.
Hopefully, Kingpin could hold on to his position as Mayor for a while longer, at least until I've collected enough Time Shards.
In his heart, he offered Kingpin a 'blessing'.
Colin, driving the car, suddenly turned and accelerated onto a side road.
"Damn it, did he spot us?!"
"Catch up, don't let him get away!"
Seeing Colin's sudden change in direction, shouts of alarm came from the pursuing car. They hurriedly steered, chasing after Colin amidst the honking of the cars behind them.
"He's gone!"
But by the time they reacted and gave chase, they had already lost track of their target.
"Fuck!"
Staring at the empty lane ahead, the gang member in the driver's seat slammed the steering wheel with a frustrated expression.
"Keep driving, he couldn't have gone far," the gang member in the passenger seat said, unwilling to give up.
They were only two or three car lengths behind Colin; it was impossible for him to disappear so quickly.
With this thought, the two continued driving their car forward.
"Watch out, someone's standing in the middle of the road ahead!"
Suddenly, the expression of the man in the passenger seat changed. He saw a figure standing brazenly in the center of the road, directly in their path.
"Who's this guy with a death wish?"
Already in a foul mood from losing Colin, the gang member heard his partner's warning and retorted.
"I'd like to see if you're really not afraid to die."
With that, he aimed the car straight for the figure in the middle of the road and charged forward.
"Don't cause trouble, remember our mission," his accomplice in the passenger seat warned, seeing his actions.
"Do you want to incur Kingpin's punishment?"
At his partner's reminder, the gang member in the driver's seat finally calmed down.
"You're lucky."
He glanced at the figure in the middle of the road, sneered, and turned the steering wheel to go around him.
But then he saw the figure in front of them flicker and reappear on the other side.
"Did you see that? Just now!"
At this, the expressions of the two men in the car changed drastically.
"Run!"
Although they didn't know what had just happened, stimulated by a strong survival instinct, the two reacted immediately. The gang member in the driver's seat slammed on the accelerator, driving forward recklessly.
At this moment, they were in no mood to worry about tracking someone; their only thought was to get out of this creepy place.
The car sped forward.
However, in the next second, the accomplice in the passenger seat saw a terrifying scene in the car's rearview mirror.
"Quick, step on it, that... that thing is chasing us!"
In the rearview mirror, a figure was approaching the moving car at an unimaginable speed, catching up in the blink of an eye.
"What the hell is that thing!"
"A Superhero, or something else?"
"A Demon, he's a Demon."
Witnessing the figure's approach firsthand, the two men in the car began to break down.
Just as they were panicking, the figure leaped lightly, blocking the path of the moving car.
Immediately after, he was seen extending his hands and effortlessly lifting the car from under the two men.
*A pity I don't have the Superman Suit.*
The figure who had just lifted the car was, of course, Colin.
After shaking his pursuers, he had immediately taken off his glasses and used Super Speed to change out of his reporter's Costume.
Reappearing as Collin Roper, he recreated a classic scene from the Superman comic right in front of the two trackers.
Unfortunately, Colin wasn't fond of wearing a Bodysuit; otherwise, his Superman debut would have been an even more faithful recreation.
Flipping the car over, he easily tossed the two men out. Colin grabbed the car's tire and smashed it lightly against the ground. In the next second, the entire vehicle was reduced to scrap metal.
Clap, clap—
Releasing his hands from the car, Colin dusted off his palms, though they were clean.
Turning his head, he saw the two figures fleeing in a panic.
"Hold on a second."
Seeing this, Colin remained unfazed. With a flash, he had them both in his grasp.
"Sorry, did I scare you?"
He smiled and apologized to the two, then looked at the men struggling futilely in his grip and said casually, "Next, this might take a few seconds."
As his voice fell, Colin leaped high into the air with the two men and, in the same motion, hung them on a nearby telephone pole.
"Careful now, don't let go," he reminded them with 'good intentions'. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen."
"Let me go."
Clinging tightly to the telephone pole, the two men looked down at the height below, their faces filled with terror as they shouted.
"I already have."
Spreading his hands open to show them, Colin ignored their cries, turned, and vanished into the night.
A few minutes later, just as the two men on the pole had shouted themselves hoarse and were about to lose their grip, a surprised voice came from below the pole.
"Please, help, sir! Someone trapped us on this telephone pole!"
"Please save us, we can't hold on much longer!"
Hearing the sound, the two men instinctively cried out for help.
Click, click!
He raised a camera and pressed the shutter, capturing the terrified expressions of the two men on the pole.
Lowering the camera, he revealed a face that left them stunned.
Clark Kent, their target.
"Sorry, it's a habit of mine as a reporter."
Adjusting his glasses, Colin—no, Kent—apologized to the two men on the pole, then kindly took out his phone and dialed the fire department.
"I'll call for help for you right now, get a rescue team over here."
(end of chapter)