The dust kicked up by the crash was still slowly drifting down in mid-air.
Chen Mo slowly walked out of the pit, looked around to make sure that his butt hadn't crushed any unlucky guy into a pulp when he crashed down, and then he patted the asphalt dust off his shoulders and chest with relief.
After all, he's a man of principle now and doesn't want to be burdened with unnecessary traffic accident liability as soon as he arrives, as that would damage his image as a newcomer.
On the side of the road, a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase stared wide-eyed, his jaw practically dropping to his belly button. The half-empty cup of iced Americano he was holding had spilled all over his crotch, but he was completely oblivious.
Chen Mo observed the crowd for a while before choosing a lucky winner, and finally walked straight up to the uncle.
The man was so frightened that he backed away and fell down on his backside on the edge of the flower bed.
Chen Mo raised his hand familiarly, waved at the other person, and wore a very friendly smile.
"Uncle, don't be nervous. This is just a normal superhero hard landing. You can just think of it as watching a free live-action special effects blockbuster. I won't charge you a ticket."
The middle-aged man pointed tremblingly at himself and the large crater that had suddenly appeared on the ground, his fingers shaking so badly that he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"Seriously? Is it because my landing wasn't cool enough?"
Chen Mo stroked his chin and continued seriously, "Next time I'll consider putting up a banner before coming down. By the way, do you fine people for vandalizing the road here? If you do, go ask Tony Stark for reimbursement; mentioning my name will get you paid."
Before the uncle could respond, Chen Mo lost interest in continuing to amuse him.
He doesn't have time to hold a fan meeting here, or wait for some local TV station to interview him, this road Ravagers suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
That the Batman Who Laughs, that guy reeking of insanity, is probably hiding somewhere in this universe causing trouble right now.
We need to find that person quickly, finish our business as soon as possible, and go back home.
Chen Mo stood in the middle of the road and habitually closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, preparing to mobilize his mental power to perform a one-click global radar scan.
With a snap, he used his telekinesis to scan the brainwaves of everyone on the planet. Even if he couldn't find the Batman Who Laughs directly, his henchmen would be completely exposed. Then, he simply used the Devouring Version of the Great Memory Restoration Technique.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
At the crossroads, a gentle breeze swirled by, swirling up a few withered yellow leaves from the roadside.
Nothing happened.
Without a surge of powerful mental energy or a global sensory network, his brain received no feedback whatsoever except for the sound of a car engine across the street.
Chen Mo stood straight in the middle of the road with his eyes closed, his hands still in a starting position as if preparing to unleash his superpowers.
The gazes of the citizens around him, who had just recovered from their shock, began to subtly change.
The image of what was originally an extremely dangerous extraterrestrial visitor suddenly became somewhat comical.
A young man with dyed blond hair boldly took two steps forward, raised his phone, and began secretly recording.
"What's this guy doing? After falling from the sky, why is he posing for photos?"
An older woman next to her lowered her voice and whispered to her companion.
"It's kind of scary. What's he doing with his eyes closed on the main street? Do you think he might have run over from Gotham?"
Hearing the whispers of the passersby around him, Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes.
This is truly a huge embarrassment.
He slapped his thigh hard, giving himself a slap on the forehead.
"Damn, he's been playing in a wheelchair for too long, he's almost given up on thinking. No wonder Superman doesn't use super intelligence."
In order to squeeze into this heavily defended white light universe, he dismantled all the high-level abilities from his clone.
What's standing here now is a physical blank clone with only the foundation of Ultraman's power and Doomsday's Infinity physique.
Aside from being incredibly durable, strong, and fast, it didn't incorporate any long-range sensing capabilities.
"Hmm, looks like I'll have to try out the new skill."
Chen Mo pondered the power he had brought in and felt that there was still a way.
Having gotten used to those unreasonable full-map perspective skills, the sudden return to this primitive physical way of finding people made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
But he would never just stand there on the street and give up.
The fact that superpowers on the ability side are gone does not mean that physical methods are ineffective.
Since Doomsday's genes are inscribed with Infinity evolution, why doesn't it just evolve a target-finding radar on the spot?
Chen Mo immediately focused all his attention on mobilizing the power within him that came from the Doomsday.
He gritted his teeth, and thick veins bulged on his forehead, his blood vessels throbbing violently at a visible pace.
Driven by his obsession with finding the person immediately, he began to frantically force his genes to exert their power in a specific direction.
Accompanied by a bone-grinding sound that sent chills down one's spine, Chen Mo's head began to undergo violent physical transformation.
The internal structure of his ears rapidly reorganized within seconds, with the auricles stretching and widening outwards.
Layers of fine flesh and complex cartilage tissue bulged under the skin, awkwardly expanding into a pair of radar-like microphones, each half the size of a head.
Through sheer, unreasonable physical mutation, he managed to create a bio-sonar on the spot that could monitor heartbeat frequencies over an extremely wide range.
This bizarre appearance startled the blond young man who had been recording, causing him to drop his phone onto his foot.
Several people in the vicinity gasped in shock, and the crowd immediately backed away in a large circle.
Chen Mo touched the two huge, hard, fleshy ears with his own hands.
It's unbearable to look at.
He immediately began mentally ranting about the evolutionary trajectory of this pathetic physique.
This thing is so unintelligent! I wanted a highly efficient, stealthy listening network, and they gave me this retro radio-like design.
Chen Mo mentally complained about the unintelligent nature of the Doomsday physique and silently changed the shape of his ears back to their original state.
But just before his ears even had a chance to deform...
A blinding crimson lightning bolt suddenly exploded on my retina.
A bright red light instantly covered the entire intersection.
The movement of everything around them came to a complete standstill, and the dust flying in the air was frozen in place.
The howling wind stopped, and the terrified expressions on the crowd's faces froze.
The Flash has arrived.