American comics: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

"Sorry, this is just a little joke..."

After laughing wildly, the Green Devil looked at the reporter in front of him and explained with suppressed laughter.

"In fact, I am just an innocent victim who was trapped here due to an accident, so can you rescue me?"

His eyes fell on the camera on Colin's chest, and the Green Devil said in an innocent tone.

"Kind reporter."

When the Green Devil said this, he obviously forgot about the mask on his head.

With that ferocious expression of teeth and claws, even a normal person would not be able to believe his explanation.

"No, you're lying to me."

Colin didn't listen to the Green Devil's explanation. He looked scared and took several steps back until his body hit the wall behind him.

He was pretending to be reporter Clark, not idiot Clark. How could he be fooled by such a lie.

"Did it fail? It's such a pity. I thought it would succeed, hahahaha..."

Seeing Colin's retreating figure, the Green Devil shook its head, without any hint of disappointment at being exposed in its tone. It let out a crazy laugh, struggled to poke its head out of the spider silk, looked at Colin and said.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Is it because of my appearance? Hahahahaha..."

If you knew I was super clairvoyant, you wouldn't be so happy.

Leaning against the wall, quietly watching the Green Devil's performance.

From a super perspective perspective, Colin could clearly see the twisted face of Norman Osborn under the Green Devil's hideous mask.

Of course, on the surface, he still cooperated and looked frightened.

After all, people are acting so dedicated that they are schizophrenic, so you have to show some expression.

Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing to let someone perform alone.

Here, while Norman Osborn was performing a face-changing show for Colin, the super hearing person on the other side sensed the belated siren of the police car and the rapid footsteps and shouts of the police coming from under the news building. Voice.

After waiting silently for a few minutes, waiting for the police's movements to be loud enough for him and the Green Devil to be heard on the floor where he and the Green Devil were, Colin then made a 'panic' expression on his face.

"Hahaha, you seem to be in a panic..."

Noticing the panic expression on Colin's face, the Green Devil's laughter became a bit more shrill.

"How about, as long as you help me get out of the damn spider silk, I will help you get rid of these guys. I rarely have such a good time to be so kind."

The Green Devil's proposal might have been deceived by other people who were in panic.

But, unfortunately.

Colin did not reach this level. Just when he was hesitating to find a reason to leave the scene.

Suddenly, the green devil who was laughing wildly in front of him suddenly started to twist violently, as if someone in his body was fighting for some kind of dominance with it.

This is?

Seeing the Green Devil's sudden change, Colin used his super clairvoyance ability to more intuitively witness the changes in the expression on the other person's face.

Under the mask, Norman Osborne's face showed an unusually distorted expression.

The left half of his face still maintained a ferocious look, but the expression on the right side became painful.

"Hurry...get out of here...don't be...deceived...it's not there at all..."

In the tightly wound spider silk, the Green Goblin or Norman Osborn roared hoarsely at Colin.

Seeing this, Colin turned around without saying a word and staggered out.

"Damn, damn..."

As he ran, he could still hear the sharp and piercing roar of the Green Devil behind him.

"Osborne, you stupid and cowardly guy, if it weren't for you, we would have successfully escaped."

"Also, journalist boy, I have remembered you. Do you think you can escape from the hands of my Green Devil like this? Hahahaha, I will find you, I will find you, I promise...ahha Ha ha……"

If so, that would be great.

Listening to the Green Devil's threats and roars, Colin didn't feel the slightest fear in his heart, and even showed great welcome.

After all, who can refuse the time fragments that come to your door?]

…

"Did you take all of this?"

At the frontline newspaper office, Benyurich looked at the photos sent by Colin, especially the recent photo of the Green Devil, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"How did you do it, Kent?"

"A little luck."

Under Benyurich's gaze, Colin briefly described the process of taking the photos.

"You're bolder than I thought."

After listening to Colin's explanation, even Benyulic, a veteran reporter, couldn't help but take a breath.

This act of sneaking into the battle scene is no less than blocking one's own life. After all, no one can guarantee what the situation will be like on the battlefield at that time. If you are not careful, you may encounter fatal danger.

In particular, his eyes swept over the ferocious mask of the Green Devil in the photo.

Just by meeting him face to face, Banyulic was able to see how dangerous this guy was.

"So, boss, this photo?"

With a somewhat proud expression on his face at the right time, Colin looked at Benyurich in the office and asked knowingly.

"Without a doubt, it will be the front page of tomorrow's Frontline!"

While speaking, Ben Yulich's eyes inadvertently swept across the photo with the logo of the Daily Bugle printed under the photo of the Green Devil, and a familiar face flashed through his mind.

…

"…Just now, another explosion occurred in New York City…"

On TV, the new mayor of New York City, Wilson Fisk, or Kingpin, was giving a speech in a sad tone.

He sat in the mayor's office, the large desk concealing his tall figure, wearing a white suit and a solemn expression.

"I am very sad and feel sorry for the New Yorkers who were hurt in the explosion, but at the same time I feel extremely angry. This is not a single incident. In fact, since the emergence of superheroes, a large number of innocent people have been killed. These vigilantes are in the name of saving people, but in fact they are hurting people..."

"These superheroes are unwilling to register and are only willing to hide their so-called justice. But is this really justice?"

"The safety of New York City is based on the efforts of thousands of kind and brave citizens and police and firefighters, not those "vigilantes" who only know how to hide and never dare to show their true faces. We have our own police force, why do we still need "vigilantes"..."

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