Thousands of meters in the air.
A Boeing 787 passenger plane flew smoothly above the clouds. Sitting in the first class cabin was a wealthy man and well-known writer Richard.
Cassel was stirring his coffee out of boredom and imagining the plot of his new book.
As a writer of classic mystery novels.
Kavin also had a very classic daily life for Kassel. Just when he was pondering to no avail and began to weigh whether to become a eunuch and change his pen name to start a new series. Suddenly, Kassel's eyes were attracted by something outside the window - it was a shiny black Dodge Hellcat!
Yes!
Cassel knew about this car because he had bought one, but at this time he only thought that he might have bought a pirated copy, because the Hellcat that caught his eye was speeding through the clouds at a speed of at least 300 miles per hour!
"I didn't wake up!?"
Writer Cassel couldn't help but rub his eyes. He was not dazzled, but there was indeed a car flying in the clouds outside the plane, and he could even see the two passengers sitting inside.
A boy and a girl, they look younger than their own daughters!
"This---" Cassell's eyes widened and he couldn't speak. He grabbed the passing stewardess and wanted to ask, but he was afraid that he would be regarded as mentally ill and make the headlines tomorrow.
Cassel hesitated to speak, and sent the stewardess with strange eyes away with a forced smile. Then, the well-known American writer suddenly leaned against the window, wishing he could squeeze his whole face out of the window.
"I knew the photo taken by <Back to the Future> was too conservative!!" Cassell was over the initial shock and was extremely excited. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone.
Due to his carelessness, the phone almost fell to the ground. After a lot of dealing with the phone with his hands, he finally grasped the phone with a sigh of relief.
Originally, he wanted to praise himself a few words, but the next moment Cassel thought of the purpose of taking out his mobile phone. He suddenly turned his head and leaned against the window and raised the mobile phone.
This is an attempt to take a photo.
However.
But he found that the young passenger in the driverless car seemed to have noticed him. The car had already accelerated and overtaken the plane traveling side by side.
"No!! Fly back! Fly back quickly!"
Cassell's face was almost pressed against the glass. His failure to successfully capture this supernatural experience became his excuse for procrastinating. He might not be able to sleep well for a week.
"Tell the captain to speed up!"
Cassel, who always had absurd and whimsical ideas, pressed the call bell. Because he was anxious, he did not worry that he would be considered crazy, and began to describe what he saw to the flight attendant without hesitation. The flight attendant just smiled and handed him a glass of red wine, "Sir, long-distance flights do tend to make people hallucinate."
"There will be no flying cars in the sky of Metropolis, there will only be flying Superman and the villains being chased by him - this is common sense." The flight attendant's words immediately made Cassell dumbfounded.
"Is that so? Is this common sense?"
New York's Kassel really doesn't know much about Metropolis's customs.
"Yes, maybe you can go to the [Superhero Popularity Center] website and read the detailed analysis of this by the forum boss [I Am Really Not Batman]."
"Oh, and the article by [Superman Must Die] is also good. The sky of Metropolis is the hegemony of Superman. He will not allow anyone else except him and his little children to get involved - I am quoting the original words. In fact, I love Superman very much." The beautiful flight attendant is obviously a senior superhero fan.
"Superman has children?"
Cassell looked a little surprised.
"What the forum boss, Internet Keyboard Man, says is not always correct. Most people still think it is impossible for Superman to find a spouse, unless that spouse is Superwoman."
Pretty flight attendant keeps looking and smiling.
"That makes sense."
Cassel nodded thoughtfully.
The flight attendant he called over obviously knew who he was.
"Mr. Cassel, I remember that your new work will be released soon? You actually still have time to travel to Metropolis?" The beautiful stewardess may also like to read the book of the author in front of her.
"Uh-"
After hearing this, Cassell's expression froze slightly. He didn't want to reveal the fact that his new book actually only created a folder, so he immediately used his talent.
"The new book has actually been written a long time ago, so I wanted to go out to relax and change my mood." Perhaps, being able to lie confidently is a required course for every writer.
Cassell's smiling expression showed no guilt.
"So that's how it is."
The pretty stewardess had no doubts.
"Then I wish you a happy time at Metropolis."
She sent her blessings.
Seeing this, Kassel secretly breathed a sigh of relief and once again revealed why he chose to travel to Metropolis, "I believe my trip will be very enjoyable."
"Because I'm not just traveling, I'm also trying to solve an interesting puzzle." As he said that, Cassell opened his coat and revealed a letter in the lining of his suit.
"A mysterious detective among the Detective Association seemed to know that I was investigating a book that had stolen my publicity resources.
So he gave me a photo of the city on Metropolis."
Cassel put the envelope back into his clothes.
"Is there such a thing? What do you want you to do?"
The pretty stewardess looked surprised.
"Such a thing did happen. It's interesting, isn't it? I think it was a commission, and the mysterious detective also wanted to let me know that it was a commission."
"Perhaps he needs me to find someone from Metropolis. That person must be the person who stole the promotional resources for my new book." Cassell said with a firm tone, still thinking about why the mysterious detective wanted him to do this.
Beat each other up?
Or is there some other reason?
"You can't expect me to teach this person with a strong connection to write a book, right?" Cassel fell into a state of thinking storm that could occur anytime and anywhere.
Seeing this situation, the stewardess didn't want to disturb her.
"If you need some other ideas and inspiration, I think I will definitely be free after get off work tonight." The flight attendant said, and handed Cassel her phone number.
Of course it was not really leisure for her to chat with Cassel for so long.
Cassel is a very famous multi-millionaire.
He is also handsome.
Which flight attendant wouldn't like to have some stories with such a person?
"Oh, so, I think I will definitely need some inspiration." Cassel was temporarily stopped to think, and he quickly smiled and gave the beautiful stewardess a conclusive response in a gentlemanly manner.
This kind of thing happens often. Of course Cassel knows what the other person wants - a few babies, or luxury goods, or a sports car. Anyway, he can afford it as long as it's not the former. If everyone gets what they want, they are really happy.
"See you later."
The pretty stewardess left with an overly artificial gesture.
Cassell took a long time to look back.
"That car! Where can I buy that car?" The writer's mind really jumped, and after a series of interruptions,
He still couldn't forget the flying car he saw.
Kassel pressed his face hard against the window and looked out.
Just.
The flying Hellcat has disappeared.
"Did the kids inside find out that I wanted to take secret photos?" Cassel was unwilling to give in and couldn't help but suspect that the passengers of Hellcat had super powers and could sense the gaze of others.
However.
Is this really the case?
"Damn! Boeing! Bad luck!" Ian actually didn't sense anything. He just accidentally noticed the production mark of the large aircraft, and out of emergency, he made Hellcat accelerate crazily.
"Stay away from this kind of plane in the future, don't be fooled - it will crash when it says it will crash, without any warning." Ian passed on his life experience to the young car.
"Dududu~"
The car responded with its horn.
"Ian! Close your window quickly! My Dior sunglasses are going to fly out-" Madison Because of the sudden acceleration of the car, her long hair was floating crazily like a female ghost.
"It has flown out."
Madison didn't catch his sunglasses.
"It's okay, I'll go to a magical place tonight and bring you a new one."
Ian is a character who knows how to live well.
Marvel World's luxury goods can be taken as much as he wants without paying for them.
"I don't need pirated goods."
Madison's eyes were full of suspicion.
"Pirated goods? Lord Ian I don't have the time to look for pirated goods! Do you know that my time is very valuable?" Ian directly showed his rich and iron cock face.
"Oh~ I understand, I just said that when Superman is doing justice, he must go with something, otherwise he will have no money to buy food after he goes out to defend justice day after day!"
Madison's imagination is always so strange.
"Give me more money. It's just for you to pay for what Brother Hei robbed. I'll pay for it." She took out her wallet, but found that there were only a few change left in it.
So.
This girl, whose moral bottom line may be lower than Ian, began to quickly defend her financial situation.
"I still have 4,500 US dollars in my bedside table. I originally planned to use it as travel funds after the holiday next week." Madison has always been most afraid of others thinking she is a poor person.
However.
For Ian, of course he would not look down on his desk mates - four thousand, five thousand, six thousand, no matter what. To Ian who has a huge reward in his account, they are all poor people. Of course, mosquitoes are nothing but meat no matter how small they are. Ian thinks that he is not interested in money, but he still will not let go of such an opportunity to make money.
Capitalists love to haggle over everything.
Ian Just keep this in mind.
"On Monday, you give me the money and I will bring you the goods. Then next week, Saturday and Sunday, don't go out. I will tell everyone you meet that you went to Hamptons for travel."
Ian is not only a win-win for himself, he can also make suggestions for others, so that others can have a win-win life. After hearing this, Madison was just stunned for five seconds.
"Great idea!"
She clapped her hands and happily finalized the plan. Madison also has her own way of thinking. Others can tell whether luxury goods are fake, but Hamptons who can come out to crack down on counterfeiting whether she goes or not?
Very cost-effective!
Madison girls feel that their way of thinking and vision have broadened. This is how green tea girls grow. On the road of life, they can always meet people who can help them become more green tea-flavored.
"Very well, I'll take you home first, and then I have to do some serious business."
Ian likes to play with people like Madison. Most people can't understand his wisdom and are unwilling to admit it, but good classmates know how smart he is.
"Hiss~ the speed of the car has increased again!"
Madison had already adapted to the speed of the car just now, but after Ian finished speaking, the car under the butt accelerated again, and the surrounding clouds seemed to be retreating rapidly.
"If we drive so fast, if the car rolls over, the airbag won't be able to save us, right?" She actually still had such concerns. She could only say that her scores in the natural and science courses were still a little too high.
"Don't panic, your home will be here soon."
As soon as Ian finished speaking, Hellcat began to descend rapidly from the clouds. Madison, whose lips were trembling, finally saw the luxurious community where he lived.
"There! There!"
Madison raised his finger in an attempt to navigate.
"I remember where your home is, no need to give me directions." Ian pulled the girl who was lying on the window and almost fell back to the relative safety of the car in time.
"Ah? Why don't I remember you were here--"
Madison is a little different.
"Of course you won't remember that it was the first day of school and I investigated everyone suspected of being a school bully - by the way, your mother should really love your father."
"She didn't even let me come into your house to eat an orange." Ian couldn't help but sigh sincerely. After hearing this, Madison frowned and didn't understand what he meant at all.
"Buzz~"
The engine is making noise.
Hellcat hovered at a height of more than ten meters above the ground.
"I've read a few driving books before. The most fuel-consuming time is when you stop and start, so let's get off here." After Ian said this, he grabbed Madison directly.
He jumped down.
Madison was shocked.
"Don't scratch my neck and collar! This dress of mine is so valuable! You can scratch my hair. My hair has been torn a lot by other people, so it's really very resistant to scratching!"
Madison screamed and spoke.
"Your clothes were already hung up just now. Don't think Lord Ian that you can blackmail me now that I have money." Ian landed steadily with Madison.
There were no surprises.
He put Madison down smoothly.
"Just now it was rotten by the decadent wind, and now it is rotten by the strong blast wind. How can this be the same?" Madison adjusted his clothes speechlessly, and then blew his blond hair that covered his face like a chicken coop.
"Also, a normal person would not put someone on the mailbox when they land on a flight, right? Although I don't have much common sense in life, I still know this very well!"
Finished.
Madison also vigorously patted the mailbox sitting under his butt.
The mailbox made a metallic clang.
"Huh? If I don't find a place for your butt to sit, your trembling legs will probably keep pinching my waist. Sure enough, Little Punk Girl, you are so scheming."
"This is an opportunity for you to take advantage of me."
Ian showed an expression of contempt.
Madison rolled his eyes wildly.
"Do I still have to thank you for not going to complain to your little licking dog Emily?" The green tea girl gritted her teeth. She knew how difficult it was for the boy to talk to him.
"Yes, so what do you need to say to me?"
Ian Listen attentively.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Madison gritted his teeth and said it three times.
She is taking a deep breath.
But Ian felt comfortable immediately.
"What a virtuous Little Punk Girl. I have something to do. I'm going to meet you one by one next week. Don't try to steal my mother's cat." Ian nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and grabbed the Orange Cat from Madison's belly.
"Damn it!"
Madison is a little reluctant.
"Then at least give me that Toad!"
Her attempt to do the next best thing still didn't get a response from Ian.
Only seen.
Ian jumped up on the spot like a spring and jumped directly back into Hellcat, which was still suspended in the air - Hellcat The engine roared, the exhaust pipe sprayed out a string of purple flames, and the car rushed toward the clouds with a "whoosh".
Looking at the Ian and Ian tanks going away.
"So this is how Superman flies? Just by jumping?" Madison, who was still sulking at first, was shocked. She felt that she had discovered a fact that no one else in Metropolis had discovered for so many years.
The anger is gone.
This Little Punk Girl is now thinking about whether there are two super rabbit legs hidden in Ian's pants.
"This is big news! It turns out there is no flying Superman in the world!"
Feeling that her imagination was lingering, Madison jumped off the mailbox and opened the door of her villa. Her mother, who was once a third-tier actress Hollywood, rushed over with excitement on her face.
"I know it! I know it! My precious daughter must be more capable than me! I just fell in love with your rich father, but you can actually fall in love with such a handsome alien!"
Linda, who had a somewhat ladylike temperament, spoke excitedly. She grabbed her daughter's shoulders and shook her violently with great joy.
The expression on his face seemed to be more joyful than winning the lottery.
Madison was shaken so dizzy.
"What alien? Mom, what weird TV show are you watching?" Her mind was already in a mess because of today's events, and now it was even more blank after being shaken around a few times.
"Stop pretending! I saw it all! Aliens drove you back in KF0!"
Linda had an expression on his face that he had seen through everything, "I knew it when I acted in <Princess of Mars vs. Lizardmen>, aliens like blond beauties!!"
Her tone was full of wisdom.
Madison didn't dare to ask.
I'm afraid that if I ask her, she will hear that this movie is a restricted movie.
"That's a UFO, not a KFO. No, what Ian drove was not a UFO-." Madison was almost confused. She broke down and grabbed her hair again.
"I finally understand why Ian always says that my IQ is low. It turns out the root cause is you!" Madison, who has only discovered this fact after living for so many years, once again feels that Ian's principle is really true.
"Silly boy, come and let your mother hug you. Girls have to be a little dumber, so they are more likely to get lucky." Linda, still charming and pretty, smiled from ear to ear.
She is also very proud.
Madison had no expression on her face as her mother pinned her down on the turbulent waves. She rolled her eyes in despair. She was no longer willing to believe even a single punctuation mark of what her mother said.
Maybe her mother's statement that she was suitable for Hollywood was all false? At this moment, Madison suddenly realized that she thought she had found the reason why she kept failing in auditions.
Sure enough.
Ian said that the air he breathed could be infected with his aura of wisdom.
It's true!
Twilight all around.
A Dodge Hellcat with bright paint cut through the sky and shuttled between the clouds. Ian followed the direction pointed by the pointer, trying to find the location that Lady Death wanted him to find.
It's not that difficult.
Soon Hellcat came to an ancient monastery-style building, and the pointer in his hand twisted and pointed downwards. It was obvious that this was the clue that Lady Death gave guidance.
Surrounded by lush trees, this building looks particularly hidden and mysterious. Perhaps it is also the base camp of Witch Church that Madison mentioned before?
After thinking about it for a while.
After all, Ian slapped Hellcat and let Hellcat take him to retreat first. He did not choose to act rashly. The main reason was that he did not know what level the so-called Supreme Witch was.
"The level of Lady Death is too high. The difficulty of Copy involving her must be high, and it is not a place where I can do it alone." Ian believes that as long as you are not in a hurry, someone will be.
Obtaining information is critical.
So if Ian is not in a hurry.
Lady Death may jump out and provide information on its own, which also prevents Ian from collecting information on its own. After all, starting the Batman search engine is quite troublesome.
"Yes, let's do it!"
Super Brain of Ian once again told him that it was time to use his super thighs. Hellcat took him to the clouds again, passing through the hustle and bustle of the city and heading home at high speed.
"The number you dialed has completely blocked you. Please call this number again if you encounter difficulties. Thank you for your cooperation." Ian also wants to take advantage of his free time to communicate with Batman.
Unexpectedly, he only heard ruthless electronic synthesized sounds.
"How could this be?"
Ian is very sad.
He hasn't even gotten Power Ring yet.
"Hey, let's go back and discuss it later."
Ian's Hellcat ran very fast and quickly arrived at home.
This is a community where elite families live.
Although it is still a single-family house, there are still several neighbors around it. There is no need for any special taboos.
Taking advantage of the darkness of night, Ian let Hellcat slowly land.
Someone held up the curtains to watch and did not take any pictures, so there was no need to make a fuss. After all, the surrounding neighbors had very good ears. By coincidence, they were all professional agents from the same department.
So many years.
The identity of Superman is still known to a very few officials. The car stopped on the lawn of his small yard with an "oops" sound, only three inches away from Lois's most cherished rose bush.
"I almost couldn't save you even if Jesus came." Ian patted Hellcat and reminded the new guy. As soon as he picked up his school bag and opened the car door, he felt the shadow coming.
It's the old father Clark·Kent.
This invincible Superman is standing in front of Ian with his hands folded.
"Where did you get this car?"
Clark's voice was mixed with helplessness that he was almost accustomed to. He really couldn't understand why Ian always picked up some weird things whenever he went out.
"Is it a special fate that made me meet it? I love it, it loves me - we are so sweet?" Ian was too embarrassed to speak, saying that he used his super negotiation skills to get others to pay for the delivery of the car.
He gave a response, but it seemed like he didn't give it completely.
No way.
Ian dare not say that his car will occasionally kill several owners. In that case, no matter how much he claims to sacrifice his life for the benefit of the public, I am afraid that this Hellcat will be sent to be scrapped directly.
"Are you sweet?"
Clark's temples, which had been watching the landing of Ian from beginning to end, could only move slightly. The old father circled around this black muscle car that exuded a faint smell of Sulfur.
"Don't tell me, this is a car maintenance product?" Clark picked up a piece of dark red tissue from the trunk lid. The sticky thing glowed strangely in the sunset.
"From a biological point of view, this should belong to flesh and blood tissue, but it should not be on the protection list." Ian answered honestly, while secretly observing his adoptive father's reaction.
"I'm asking you where you got your flesh and blood -
The old father who rarely wanted to show humor sighed helplessly. His non-stern attitude was actually because his super sense had already told him the answer.
Superman really has a super sense of smell. The good news is that he knows this is not illegal meat of the same kind. The bad news is that he didn't realize what Ian did after leaving the group of pirates.
"Is it love? Love makes my car grow flesh and blood." Ian seems to be making a joke, but in fact he is actually testing whether his father knows what happened on that street.
Looking at the corners of Clark's eyes that twitched a few times, the old father might not have noticed anything unusual on that street - Ian thoughtfully touched the Magic Book hidden on his belly.
Respectable old father.
He didn't even use clairvoyance to observe him.
"Why don't we go home first?" Ian also wanted to talk to Clark about Supreme Witch and the new mission of the female boss. He hoped that Clark could use his super connections to find himself a super Dharma God as a contemporary practitioner.
"Uh--"
Clark, who originally wanted to ask Ian some information, had some changes in his face. Ian just took a step forward, but found that his old father was standing still.
The setting sun stretches the shadow of Clark very long.
"What's wrong? Dad?"
Ian feels like Clark is hesitating.
He noticed the unnatural expression on Clark's face.
"Were you kicked out by your mother?"
Ian made a guess.
Clark shook his head speechlessly. In order to prevent Ian from making more outrageous guesses, he pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke, "Jordan and I talked about his abilities."
"He is now in the stage of awakening his abilities, just like you before, but Jordan's awakening is later.
Your abilities may be different because of this." Clark said in a deep voice. He didn't know that Ian had already discovered that he was an adopted son, so he specially emphasized to Ian that his abilities would be different.
This is to bully Ian for not understanding Krypton.
Ian Pretend to believe.
"Then what?" Ian guessed that dad may have already talked with Jordan, and maybe the talk was not pleasant. The classic drama of poor communication between father and son leading to escalating conflicts will always be played out in many American families.
Clark scratched his hair in annoyance. "I leaked something, so Jordan combined with your recent strange situation, guessed that your awakening was earlier than his."
This is really frustrating.
Krypton has lost several hairs.
"It doesn't matter, anyway, I like to show off, not pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger." Ian answered with such honesty that Clark didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.
"I'm glad you think so. Hey, it would be great if you came back early." Clark lowered his voice,
With a bit of a hush feeling.
"What does this mean?"
Ian blinked.
I couldn't understand my father's expression.
"It's nothing, forget it, go back first - give me the manuscript you wrote, and they will ask me to send it over for you." Clark did not give Ian a detailed explanation.
He seemed to have temporarily put his worries behind him and looked at Ian's magical Hellcat, "I'm going on this trip now. We can't break our promises to others."
Clark may communicate with Batman from time to time.
He actually knew how to help Batman press the manuscript.
"Here."
Ian opened Hellcat and took out a small part of the manuscript that he took the time to write during the flight. Looking at the sky, his old father had to escort the courier to Gotham all night.
"No wonder my tutoring is so good! Family influence is really important!" Ian couldn't help but sigh and gave a thumbs up to his old father. He was truly the most perfect man on earth.
Impeccable personal qualities.
"I'll probably wait until tomorrow at most, and I'll probably be able to learn to fly." Withdrawing his sight, he could no longer see anything for a moment, Ian turned around and took out the already full Demon Head from the trunk.
"You haven't eaten enough!"
Ian is a little bit upset about being questioned by his old father just now.
Demon Head blinked its cloudy eyes in grievance. It was really powerless to deal with the lump of flesh and blood that Clark found from Demons. "I can't lick the things outside the carriage even inside the carriage!"
Makes sense.
But it doesn't make enough sense.
"After eating so much Demons, you still haven't evolved a void tongue? Forget it, forget it, keep this for me first." Ian took the magic out of his pocket and stuffed it into Demon Head's mouth.
Rush directly to the stomach.
With only one head left, Demons does seem to have another space in his mouth.
"If you can't spit it out when I need it, don't blame me for being cruel." Ian threatened. He did this entirely to avoid the risk of toad poisoning to his family.
No way.
Very little magic knowledge.
Ian felt that he needed a magic teacher who didn't like to lie - he thought of the purple girl he had met once before, and he didn't know how to abduct her home to be his tutor.
Walking home humming a little tune.
Opening the door, warm lights and the sound of the TV immediately surrounded Ian. In the living room, the eldest brother Jonathan and the second brother Jordan were sitting on the sofa watching the news.
On the screen, Gotham City's chaotic scene was being broadcast live, and Batman's figure flashed past. There was news that Batman had lost something, and Ian probably knew what Batman had lost.
No wonder I had to tell myself to send the remaining manuscripts over quickly.
It seems that fishing for Joker failed.
"Joker is so crazy. He actually used thirty incidents to attract Batman's attention at the same time." Ian couldn't help but sigh while watching the news on the TV.
And at this time.
"Batman didn't stay with Metropolis. My whole night's manuscript was wasted and worthless." Lois's voice came from the kitchen, with obvious resentment.
Ian felt his scalp numb, and quickly raised the kitten gift box, using the flattering tone he learned from TV dramas, "Dear mother, your favorite son has brought you a gift!"
Hear the words.
Lois poked her head out from the kitchen, and her eyes lit up obviously when she saw the kitten. She quickly walked out and took the kitten and carefully hugged the well-behaved Orange Cat.
This cat really doesn't have any overly stressful reactions.
Instead, he looked around curiously.
"Cats of this kind are usually expensive, right?" Lois stroked the cat's chin, and his tone softened a lot,
After receiving the gift from his son, any resentment he felt disappeared.
Even a gold medal reporter.
I can't resist the temptation of furry hair either.
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. I skipped the middlemen and even the manufacturers, so it's very affordable." Ian said the truth that he had modified in a serious manner.
Lois The kitten in his arms stared at him several times.
He glared back.
"Did you steal it from Cat Mother?"
Lois understood the logic of Ian.
"No, Cat Mother deliberately abandoned it and then deliberately let me pick it up - it must have prayed to God, knowing that I would give this cat to my most gentle mother."
Ian is also very proficient in flattering words.
Lois suddenly beamed.
"What happened to Jordan?"
Ian Ask at the right time.
He noticed that Jordan had been peeking here since he entered the door. To be more precise, he was looking at Lois. When Lois stared back, Jordan turned back reluctantly.
"It's nothing. You're so free - why don't you come and help me make dinner?" Lois pulled Ian into the kitchen. Feeling worried, she poked her head into the living room again before walking back.
"Your eldest brother is the oldest, but he hasn't awakened his abilities yet. In order to prevent him from becoming mentally unbalanced, don't let him know about you and Jordan for the time being."
I have to say.
This is definitely the most classic "protection" thinking in American families. Ian feels that this is not right, but he does not dare to refute the most powerful person in the family at this time. Yes, there are indeed four Superman types in this family. Even if Jonathan has not yet awakened, only Lois can be considered an ordinary person.
But it happens that this ordinary person is the one with the most power in the family.
"Okay."
Ian nodded.
Lois smiled with satisfaction and kept teasing the kitten in his arms. When Ian saw the refrigerator, he also felt very hungry. He walked forward and started to take out milk and bread from the refrigerator to pad his stomach.
"Oh, that's right." Lois saw Ian eating his stuff, and seemed to suddenly think of something. He lowered his head to tease the cat and asked seemingly casually.
"Jordan said that he warned you about the comics you drew, saying that your understanding of Superman's abilities was too detailed and abnormal. He has been asking me just now, have you also awakened Heat Vision and Steel Body?"
Asked softly.
It didn't come with any emotion.
"What!?" Ian's brain was extremely clear for a moment, and his hand holding the milk froze in mid-air. He slowly turned his head and saw his mother teasing the cat slightly deliberately.
At this moment.
Ian seems to know why the old father didn't dare to come in just now. Maybe Superman's moral and personal qualities are not so perfect. There are times when the old father likes to lie and deceive children.
What about keeping a promise?
I'm afraid it's not like going out to avoid disaster!
By the way, are you looking for his external brain to find a way to deal with the family crisis?
"Cunning and evil father!"
Ian was deeply shocked.
He felt that he had left an indelible shadow of his childhood.
"Huh? It seems true?"
Lois saw Ian not responding for a long time, and whispered softly with a bit of confusion. Then, she saw Ian closing the refrigerator door and throwing away the empty milk bottle in his hand.
"Aba, Aba, Aba~"
Ian seemed to have become mute, moving his mouth and moving towards the outside.
"????"
Lois was stunned.
"Abba, Abba, Abba~!"
Ian walked all the way to the living room, squeezed in between the two brothers, and then stopped his performance - of course he could explain it clearly, but he didn't intend to explain it now.
After all, the old father could help him explain, but Clark still left the poor little boy alone to face this situation and went to find an external brain.
Isn't this going to be dark?
If there is a cunning and evil father, of course there must be a cunning and evil boy!
"What's wrong with you? Are you stuck eating?" Jonathan really didn't know anything yet. He rubbed Ian's head vigorously and was very surprised by Ian's weird behavior just now.
"No, it's-"
Ian was just about to open his mouth to dig a hole for his old father. Jordan, who kept looking back at the kitchen, grabbed him directly. Under Jonathan's strange gaze, Jordan pulled Ian all the way to the second floor.
"Kapy~"
After locking his room, Jordan went to close the curtains again. Ian stood in the middle of the room. The strange mixed smell in this unventilated bedroom made him hate why he really had extraordinary sleep.
"Jordan, in your bedroom, I smell the breath of the death of billions of lives." Ian couldn't help but speak. He probably couldn't find a more sinful place on earth than here.
"Haha." Jordan ignored his brother's complaints. He even put some sound-absorbing cotton under the door. His movements were so fast that they could even leave an afterimage in the eyes of ordinary people.
How to say it.
Super Speed.
This is really not surprising at all. After doing the anti-eavesdropping work, Jordan, who was smart but not very smart, turned around and stared at Ian with the same blue eyes as Clark.
"You've awakened too, I know."
Jordan spoke firmly and in a very low voice, as if he was discussing state secrets.
"Ah? Well, yes." Ian blinked, and he admitted readily this time, mainly because he was really curious about what Jordan was going to say with this mysterious posture.
After receiving a positive reply, Jordan's eyes lit up.
"Listen, I've been analyzing this for a long time."
Jordan licked his lips, and his voice was a bit solemn, "Dad is Superman, you are also Superman, I am also Superman, Jonathan is the unawakened Superman, so--"
He paused briefly.
The big answer came immediately.
"Mom must be Superwoman who has become active in recent years!" Yes, this is the conclusion reached based on logical judgment of Super Brain, who is Jordan's incomplete development.
Ian's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Jordan seemed to take this as recognition and continued to talk, "But I asked my mother several times, but she refused to admit it.
He even slapped me, here."
He also revealed that his back had been beaten by Lois and was unscathed.
"I feel like she must be pretending to make Jonathan, who has not yet awakened, feel better." Ian couldn't help but praise her for this "amazing and reasonable" idea.
"Jordan, your talent is above mine!"
This is a sentiment from the heart.
Jordan took this as encouragement and rushed to his computer excitedly. After booting for 300 seconds while the host fan was running wildly, he directly logged into a forum named [Superhero Popularity Center].
"Look, what is said here is that only Superwoman can live with Superman." Ian took a closer look and saw that the title of the post read <Superman and His Earth-shattering Fertility>.
The author is [Superman Must Die].
I didn't even wait for Ian to ask Jordan to click in to take a look at the author's other posts.
"There are also these news from ancient times." Jordan has directly switched to the website information. He has collected dozens of netizens, many of which are news about Lois's childhood distress.
"Every time mom encounters danger, she always saves the day. She wasn't with dad at that time. Is this normal?" Jordan said loudly, which is justified.
Ian doesn't want to play with the second brother who has never been in love.
He turned around to leave.
"Ian, you have to find out the answer with me. Maybe we can make a plan to let mom show her true form." Jordan grabbed Ian's arm.
Ian shook off the second brother's hand.
"If you really want to make any plan, I feel that it will only make us beaten and show our true colors." Ian Seeing that Jordan was still stubborn, he quickly chose to run away.
"Damn it! I can make good plans myself! Ian! You will see that I am also very smart!" In the bedroom, Jordan was obviously planning to launch Super Brain.
Ian, who knew the characteristics of his second brother's superpowers, thoughtfully helped him close the door.
At the same time.
Gotham.
Batcave.
"Fuck Fuck!"
Bruce·Wayne pulled off the headphones.
As if it was some kind of poisonous substance. On the monitoring screen in front of him, the audio waveform was still beating violently, accompanied by some sounds that were not suitable for playing in public places.
Alfred walked in with a tea tray and raised his eyebrows when he saw his master's rare appearance of losing his composure, "Did Kent Family's youngest son do something shocking again?"
He obviously knows what Bruce is listening for.
"It's the restlessness of the Kent Family's second son in adolescence." Bruce rubbed his eyebrows. He felt that this was because he blocked Ian, so Ian took revenge on him.
He actually threw his cell phone under Jordan's bed.
"This shouldn't surprise you, right?"
Butler-Man is slightly confused.
After a moment of silence, Bruce used the deep voice of Batman.
"I heard the neighing of beasts~" He rubbed his eyebrows again, and his words were very literary. After all, Lord Wayne still needs to maintain some personal qualities.
"????"
Alfred's smile froze on his face.
"That's really--"
Butler-Man I can't find any way to evaluate it.
"Alfred, please help me bring Damian back." After thinking for a moment, Bruce seemed to have made a decision. His decision also surprised Alfred.
"Didn't you say that you want to sharpen the young master?"
The tone of the old Butler-Man was extremely strange.
"Look at the Kent Family. I suddenly discovered that Damian can actually be a good boy - I can't be too harsh on him." Bruce directly turned off the monitoring function of Ian's phone.
Hear the words.
Alfred opened his eyes slightly.
This was probably the most tender words he had heard Bruce say in recent decades.
"I'll arrange the flight right away."
The old butler nodded calmly, turned around and left. Bruce returned to work, switching his hands rapidly between multiple keyboards. He was slightly tired from the dozens of false-shooting riots that occurred today.
However.
More than a dozen screens are running simultaneously.
Bruce was still orderly. Suddenly, his movements paused because he saw a tall figure behind him reflected in the briefly black screen of his computer.
"Where's the manuscript?"
Bruce didn't look back.
Clark walked out of the shadows and placed a few pieces of paper on the table.
"How long have you been here?"
Bruce asked.
"I'm always here."
Clark's voice was a bit angry.
Bruce, whose expression remained unchanged, was sluggish when typing on the keyboard. There was a subtle embarrassment in the air, and it seemed that the only sound in Batcave could be heard was the sound of the machine running.
Quiet.
Still quiet.
Bruce feels that he needs to break this atmosphere.
"I have to say that your speed of becoming stronger has exceeded my expectation, and more than a little. According to my current evaluation, you have at least doubled your strength."
Said.
He presented an icon with an abnormal curve for Clark.
This indeed successfully changed the subject.
"Your judgment is not wrong, it is still so accurate - after that incident, I found that there is power growing in my body... It belongs to me, but it does not belong to me."
Clark raised his long-recovered arm.
Confused eyes.
"I remember that Ian and Kara helped you together that time." Bruce didn't need to look through his own information, after all, this happened just a few days ago.
As long as it doesn't exceed twenty years.
All the details of the incident that he could find out afterwards were in his mind.
Not temporarily removed by him.
"Um... the two of them are together, right?" Clark's tone suddenly became uncertain. He seemed to recall the scene where Ian was holding Kara, as if he was about to duel with evil creatures.
Bruce did not ask further questions, but took a deep look at Clark, and then called up a satellite video.
"Clark, we have to be honest."
Said.
He played the satellite video. In the picture, Madison was running on the street with Ian, and as Ian stopped, a picture appeared of Ian with his eyes closed, as if praying.
"Wow~"
The video just cut off suddenly.
A snowflake screen appears.
"This-"
Clark realized that the picture presented in this video might be the only incident related to Demons that he failed to notice after Ian went out today.
"What happened?"
He looked at the omniscient external brain.
"My satellite was reduced to ashes in an instant. That is not your Kryptonian's power." Bruce's voice was low,
He switched the computer screen to another screen.
That's a picture taken by another satellite.
What it photographed was the satellite used to photograph Ian. In the only frame, you can clearly see that the satellite that photographed Ian was instantly disintegrated by some invisible force.
There is no process of collapse.
Satellites directly become dust in the universe.
"What do you mean? What do you want to express?" Clark's pupils shrank slightly. He knew how high the frame rate was in Bruce's video, but he still couldn't capture the process of satellite Destruction.
This is indeed unbelievable.
"Of course I hope you can be more honest with me. The baby back then is now Ian·Kent." Bruce stood up and stood opposite Clark, who was slightly taller than him.
The two met each other's eyes.
Batcave's light cast long shadows between them.
"What the hell is he?"
After a slight pause.
Bruce launched the inquiry without hesitation.
"Are you sure he was picked up in the spaceship and not during some evil magic ceremony?" Asking this question already proves that Bruce does not believe that Ian was also brought by the spaceship.
In fact.
This is indeed a lie.
Clark's expression became complicated.
"This is something I can't tell you."
He spoke in a deep voice, and his momentum became a little weaker.
"Why?"
Bruce then asked aggressively.
Clark opened his mouth.
In the end, he just shook his head.
"This is a secret that cannot be mentioned - and I also need to protect my children." Clark's voice suddenly became ethereal, as if coming from a far away place.
"Secret?"
Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You know I'm going to find out, right?"
He spoke in a deep voice.
"You can try, but I think you'll taste failure again."
Clark was so determined that he no longer even planned to let Bruce make suggestions. He just turned around and left, and quickly disappeared from Batcave.
And looking at the back of Superman leaving.
Bruce took a long time to look back.
He turned and walked towards the depths of Batcave. The cold light of Batcave reflected blue shadows on the metal walls. Finally, the man's footsteps stopped in front of a huge sealed cabin.
The mechanical sound of unlocking was particularly clear in the silence.
The hatch slid open, revealing a transparent container kept at a constant temperature. A jar of flowing golden energy, like imprisoned lightning, restlessly stirred inside the glass.
They are Speed Force!
"I need to see that day."
Bruce weighed the pros and cons and whispered softly. But at this moment, Batcave, who was supposed to be in the underground laboratory, a pale thunder exploded out of thin air and hit the bottle in Bruce's hand.
The container is fried into powder.
Speed Force all escaped.
The frightened Bruce took a few steps back. The armor made of super alloy directly covered his whole body. He looked at the position he left, and there was a line of burning words Holy Flame left on the charred ground.
"This is a warning."
The handwriting is clear.
There is even a glimmer of light at the edges that does not belong to this world.
The pupils contracted violently.
Batman's deep and hoarse voice softly read the words on the ground.