American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 42 The Fastest Man! The Flash!

It has to be said, Boeing does have something special.

It was just a company name, yet it completely shattered all of Ian's doubts and conspiracy theories. There are probably very few companies in the world with such brand power.

The brand image is so deeply ingrained that even superheroes have become accustomed to it. Even with Ian's experience, he couldn't help but marvel at how much effort this company had put into promoting the superheroes!
"Boom! Boom!"

The Boeing 747's right wing spewed a ten-meter-long tongue of flame, scattering metal fragments like fireworks. Inside the cabin, the desperate screams of the passengers almost drowned out the plane's alarms.

"pay close attention!"

Kara is accelerating.

The flight path changed abruptly.

Ian, who was on her back, quickly grabbed her neck. The two of them swooped down like silver meteors, getting close to the plane just as it was about to crash into the barren fields.

The plane was tilting violently, and through the windows, she could see the passengers' terrified faces. She adjusted her angle, flew under the plane, and raised her hands high to firmly support the belly of the aircraft.

"Wow~"

Kara's bio-force field, like an invisible water film, enveloped the 300-ton steel behemoth, gradually changing the direction of the plane's nose along its descent trajectory.

She was clearly very experienced in rescuing this type of aircraft. Holding the plane up, carrying Ian on her back, she slowly adjusted its attitude and finally landed it smoothly on the ground.

"boom!"

Kara's feet sank deep into the asphalt, cracks spreading like a spiderweb from where she stood, but she didn't transfer the force to the plane. No one on the stabilized plane was even thrown from their seats.

This is a scenario that most physicists would probably never understand in their entire lives.

"Tsk tsk, the Homelander's ideal self." Ian sighed with envy, and as the escape slide inflated and unfolded, the still-shaken passengers tumbled and scrambled out of the cabin.

The crisis was successfully resolved.

Kara, in high spirits, stood with her hands on her hips, panting.

Her clothes had been changed into battle robes at some point.

Change outfits in a second.

This is a course that many superheroes are required to take.

"It's Supergirl!" A little boy wearing a baseball cap was the first to recognize Kara, excitedly grabbing his mother's hand. "Mommy, Supergirl saved us!"

"God, thank you, thank you for sending your messenger to save us." The white-haired Christian knelt down, making the sign of the cross to express her gratitude for her faith.

"I swear I will never complain about my mom's cooking again. As long as I can live, I'll eat anything!" A girl in her early twenties burst into tears after surviving the ordeal.

A weak laugh broke out from the crowd.

At this time.

A woman with burgundy hair and a beige trench coat in the crowd also calmed down. Compared to the others who were grateful and fortunate, her journalistic nature made her want to seize this first-hand news.

"My name is Iris West, a reporter for the Central City Citizen's Daily, Superwoman. I'm truly grateful for your help; without it, we might all be..."

Reporter Iris was recording with her phone. Her tone was agitated, but after saying the bad things, she was probably still shaken and didn't dare to think about the possibility any further.

“You’re welcome, Ms. West. It’s my job, isn’t it? As long as everyone is safe and sound.” Carla’s reply was very official, showing her extensive experience in this type of interview.

"This place is very close to Metropolis. Are you temporarily helping Superman? I heard he's having some problems. Could you clarify or confirm this to the public?"

Iris knew exactly what kind of news she needed. Following yesterday's plane crash, there was a lot of discussion, both in Metropolis and online, about why Superman had failed.

“Regarding this, I think his own response later will be more convincing than mine.” Kara’s heart tightened when she heard Iris’s question.

However, she remained outwardly calm and gave a perfect answer. She wasn't a novice; Kara had received training in interviewing.

"Thank you."

Reporter Iris, being white, had a good sense of propriety and didn't continue to harass her savior. She glanced at the other passengers before changing the subject.

"Did I notice that you seemed to be escorting criminals just now?" Reporter Iris already had a draft in mind, and now she just needed to figure out the daily routine of the vigilante.

Readers love reading these kinds of things, just like fans love peeking into their idols' lives.

"Escorting prisoners?"

Kara, still somewhat shocked that Superman might really have some kind of problem, paused for a moment when she heard reporter Alice's question again.

"Hiss!" Kara seemed to remember something and abruptly looked to her side. Finding that Ian, whom she had put down while changing clothes, was gone, she quickly turned around in alarm to look behind her.

I saw.

Ian had somehow jumped off Kara's back and was now surrounded by several daring passengers taking photos with him. To make matters worse, he was wearing a semi-transparent flesh-colored stocking over his head!
It's the kind where there are several holes poked in the eyes and mouth area!
He has the exact air of a seasoned criminal!
Kara felt a throbbing pain in her temples. She quickly ran to Ian, who was posing for photos while charging passengers, and without paying attention to the passengers' praise, she grabbed Ian and jumped into the air.

As if afraid of being even a second too slow.

Ian might cause some more trouble.

The other passengers hadn't even realized what was happening yet.

"Kakaka~"

Reporter Iris pulled out her camera and started snapping away at the sky, practically shooting fire with the shutter, because every firsthand photo like this could be turned into a Franklin story.

"Whoosh~"

Just at this time.

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the distance, causing gasps and panic among the passengers. A man clad in gold and red armor appeared before them.

His face was covered by a metal mask, revealing only a small mouth.

"The Flash! It's the Flash!"

Some passengers shouted with surprise and took out their phones. One little girl, in particular, had been live-streaming, but was disappointed after the Super Girl contestant left.

Unexpectedly, another superhero was filmed.

"Oh my god! Friends, look, it's The Flash! I'm so lucky today!" The girl wanted to gain more followers through live streaming, but her fans weren't entirely convinced.

The comments section was full of accusations that "welfare girls shouldn't neglect their duties."

"Are you all alright...?" The Flash glanced around, his gaze fixed on his childhood sweetheart, though he tried to conceal his identity slightly.

"The Flash! You're in Metropolis too?"

Iris clearly hadn't received a break from her boyfriend Barry Allen, so she quickly pointed her camera at The Flash again and started snapping photos like crazy to earn money for herself.

"Forehead……"

Barry Allen wanted to say that he had received a "farewell" call from Iris, which was why he had come here after leaving the battle, but after looking around, he decided not to reveal his true feelings.

“Yes, that’s right, you know, superheroes get together regularly, and I was just…” Barry Allen was quite talkative, but just as he was dodging the question…

"Sigh~"

A sudden, intense feeling of weakness washed over me.

This brought him to an abrupt halt.

He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Iris quickly stepped forward to help the Flash. Although she didn't know the Flash's identity, she and the Flash were old acquaintances.

My old friend, the BMW Mini, which I just bought this year, has contributed a lot to my life.

"Nothing...just..."

Feeling the weakness in my body.

Barry Allen initially intended to stall for time, but he panicked when he realized his Speed ​​Force was weakening and quickly removed part of his armor from his arms.

“Saveta…what did he do to me?”

I saw.

Barry Allen also has a gruesome wound on his arm.

It comes from a battle that took place not long ago.

It's now shimmering with a bluish glow. It's fortunate Ian was taken away so early; otherwise, if he had seen this, he would have recognized the shape of the wound.

Aside from color.

It looks exactly like the wound on Superman's arm!
(End of this chapter)