The Steel Body slacked off

Just as Henry had guessed, Congressman Mike Liddell Halton was in trouble, which was why he needed a human shield to take the bullets.

As for information about this ability, people at a certain level or above probably know that there is such a person. This is not surprising at all, after all, he once demonstrated it in front of Alex Hart, a bigwig in the financial world.

During his time working alongside Ms. Hepburn, many influential people extended offers of opportunities, but Henry didn't accept them. These people also exercised restraint and refrained from using excessive methods, as they were well aware of the potential consequences.

Only this congressman didn't understand, perhaps because he was forced into a corner, which is why he used such a method to "invite" Henry to come.

The $80,000 annual salary he offered seemed substantial, nearly double the average salary in the United States at that time.

But when Henry was Audrey Hepburn's assistant, he earned over 100,000 dollars. That was after tax; the big star was much more generous.

However, no matter how much the congressman offered, Henry didn't want the job. It had nothing to do with the amount of money; it was about his feelings.

Although he could have stubbornly forced his way out, Henry decided to stay and watch the show.

On the one hand, forcing his way out would have other consequences and might expose other abilities. But staying would also teach the other viewers a lesson, showing them what it means to say, "No matter what, my displeasure is the most important thing!"

Henry didn't know exactly what trouble the fat congressman was involved in.

Although he was under house arrest in the members of parliament's staff lounge, he could still use his superpowers to see and hear what was happening inside. But all he noticed was that everyone was on edge, as if someone might attack at any moment.

And the lounge for his entourage wasn't just for Henry; he was constantly being watched and prevented from leaving.

Fortunately, the lounge had food, drinks, a restroom, and a bed where he could lie down and take a nap. Henry acted as if nothing had happened, eating and drinking as usual, relieving himself whenever he needed to, and sleeping when he was sleepy, without causing any trouble for anyone else.

Finally, during one of his phone calls, Henry overheard a clue. It was related to the riots in Los Angeles last year.

This overweight Black congressman was behind the scenes supporting unrest among some Black groups, and even amplified it on television after it escalated into riots, hoping to use this momentum to advance his career.

Even after the riots were suppressed, he did not give up supporting certain Black groups, causing the aftershocks of the incident to linger and prevent it from truly subsiding.

This attitude has already angered some people. The phone call wasn't a warning, it was an ultimatum.

On the precipice of power, does the overweight senator have the option to back down?

He knew very well that some of the things he had done had cut off all his escape routes. If he dared to back down, those he had once supported would push him off a cliff.

So he could only continue, gambling that he could get through this hurdle and successfully advance to the next level. If he couldn't, at least he would be a martyr like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.; that was better than being a traitor and being despised by everyone.

Henry didn't believe the other party on the phone was some kind of champion of justice. Basically, the two groups were just on different sides of the same issue. The fat congressman's interests threatened theirs, so they stood up to condemn the other side.

Simply put, it's like dogs fighting, and they're all getting into a fight.

This has nothing to do with me, a Kryptonian. Henry ate his fill and went to sleep peacefully.

The reason I can stay is because life here is much better than when I was imprisoned in Siberia...

However, this rare period of peace did not last long. In the middle of the night on the second day of Henry's house arrest, gunshots rang out like stones thrown into water, causing countless ripples.

Those who were resting in the lounge immediately jumped up, grabbed their suit jackets from beside the beds, and rushed out. Everyone was armed at all times and hadn't changed into comfortable pajamas; they looked ready for battle at any moment, which is why they were so swift.

However, Henry was quite a loner, lying in bed and completely ignoring the intense gunfight outside.

"Kid, get up. It's your turn to shine!" someone said frantically, shaking Henry.

Henry simply flicked his middle finger back, straight and strong, not in a loose or sloppy way. Then he rolled up the blanket and covered his head, continuing to ignore the outside disturbances.

Suddenly, someone pointed a gun at his head and said menacingly, "Believe me, if you don't get up, you'll sleep here forever."

Henry, pulling the covers down, blew sleepy eyes at the person threatening him and simply replied, "Fuck you, idiot," before continuing to snore away.

The man who threatened Henry with a gun was a ruthless character; without hesitation, he fired a shot! Then the bullet ricocheted...

Then everyone remembered why the senator had arrested this man to serve as an aide. It was because he was bulletproof; he couldn't be killed by a gun.

The person who fired the shot, who had narrowly escaped being hit by a ricocheting bullet, cursed, "Damn Mutants!"

Henry didn't bother to correct him and continued trying to fall asleep.

This appearance naturally enraged others. The man who fired the gun grabbed Henry by the hair, lifted him up, and then slammed his fist down hard, making the man scream.

The one crying out in pain wasn't the dazed Henry; he half-opened his confused eyes and asked, "Was I bitten by a mosquito just now?"

The man who hit him had a bloody fist with obvious open fractures. He was having trouble even firing a gun and kept cursing.

Seeing the dire situation, and having no better means to threaten Henry, the leader could only instruct two less experienced men beside him, saying, "Never mind, carry him and move him next to the congressman to help shield him from bullets."

The person whose name was called naturally looked distressed, but had no choice but to comply.

Henry, of course, was extremely uncooperative, his whole body going limp, letting others do as they pleased.

Two men, one on each side, put their arms around Henry's shoulders and wrapped their hands around the back of their necks, and with great effort, they helped the two-hundred-pound man to his feet.

If Henry had any self-awareness and followed along, the two people beside him would have had to exert less effort. But Henry just let them drag him along without moving an inch. This was much more troublesome than simply Deadman.

The unfortunate guy who broke his own fist while beating someone up had his injury simply wrapped in a large bandage, a gun in one hand, and followed behind the group with a venomous look in his eyes.

He did intend to kill the uncooperative man outright, but he didn't have a suitable weapon. Right now, he was already thinking about how to get a larger caliber firearm so he could make a hole in this damned bastard's body.

This is a very simplistic United States way of thinking: if you can't penetrate armor, it just means the caliber isn't big enough. What If...? caliber can't solve the problem, then consider the yield!