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

Chapter 43 The Mysterious Water Plant! Green-Skinned Warriors!
Ian Smith's fate remains unknown.

High in the sky.

In the cold wind.

"What are you doing! Are you afraid people won't know you committed a serious crime of robbery?" Kara couldn't hold back her complaints after flying to a sufficient altitude.

Ian had a good reason.

"Please! I saw the reporters! Can't you be a reasonable aunt? I don't have your magic glasses, so I need some way to protect my privacy and identity!"

“A boy as handsome as me… someone can find out who I am in 2 minutes by doxxing me. At that time, not only my dad, but even your real identity will probably be exposed.”

This was indeed a reason that Kara found hard to refute.

"..."

Kara was still speechless.

"You always carry stockings with you?"

She increasingly felt that Ian was even more professional than seasoned robbers.

however.

"What a joke, I'm not a pervert, why would I carry such a thing with me... I'm just clever enough to know how to adapt to the situation, so I rummaged through the suitcase that the passenger dropped."

“To avoid you judging me by your own standards, I want to clarify one thing: it was still unopened when I got it!” Ian ripped the stockings off his head.

I didn't throw it away.

Instead, he reached into his tattered pocket and then tied the stockings around his waist. His aunt's words reminded the boy that it was always a good idea to carry some small gadgets with him.

“We have to fly north.” Ian pulled out his map and prepared to give Kara directions. Kara, who had previously wanted to take Ian home directly, didn’t stop him this time. Through conversations with the reporters among the passengers, she realized that Ian might not be delusional and just spouting nonsense.

“According to my investigation, the sewage treatment plant in this location is the most suspicious. It was only built last year and it is located next to the waterworks. Anyone who has studied urban planning knows that this is very unreasonable.”

Ian pointed at the map.

"You're not even in high school yet, what kind of urban management can you study?"

Kara looked slightly suspicious.

Ian, on the other hand, was perfectly justified.

"I've played Cities: Skylines, do you know how valuable a five-star mayor is?" He wasn't trying to show off, so after explaining, he pointed to the map again.

"Here, Auntie, fly this way."

He started navigating.

however.

"Touch it again and see if I have eyes on the back of my head." Kara was speechless. Although she had a super brain, she didn't usually memorize maps and layouts of other cities.

"They don't even have Kryptonian telekinesis?"

Ian frowned.

Kara was completely bewildered.

"No... should this be there?"

She was extremely unfamiliar with the terms Ian mentioned, and became increasingly suspicious of what Clark was teaching the children. Could it be that Clark had been on Earth for so long that he had mutated more than her?
"Alright, then I'll hold the map right in front of your eyes." Ian said, feeling utterly disappointed. It seemed that among the aliens, Ultraman was still the better one.

"Showing me a map doesn't mean you can cover my eyes with it! Give it to me!" Kara had no choice but to snatch the map from Ian's hand and check the directions.

"My arms are too short."

Ian replied confidently.

"..."

Kara felt a deep sense of powerlessness once again.

She is very fast.

Before Ian could even figure out how many experience points he would gain if he jumped from that height, Kara had already arrived at the sewage treatment plant shown on the map.

"boom!"

It landed almost vertically.

Kara landed in front of the rusty iron gate of the sewage treatment plant, and Ian jumped directly onto the ground from behind her, skillfully pulling the stockings around his head again.

"..."

Kara found it difficult to comment on this.

She rubbed her temples hard, stopped offering pointless advice, turned and walked towards the sewage treatment plant, pushing open the six-meter-high metal door with one hand.

The hinges emitted a piercing groan.

The sound was like some kind of painful wail.

Inside, the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with sewage hit them, causing Kara to wrinkle her super nose involuntarily. Ian also immediately covered his mouth and nose; his voice, filtered through his stockings, was muffled and carried a sense of astonishment, lower than usual.

"It tastes like a pot of durian stewed in stinky socks." He always has some wonderful metaphors that make people feel as if they are there, yet it is hard to imagine how he came up with these magical metaphors.

A dozen or so workers in orange overalls were busy in the factory area. When they saw the Super Girl and the man in stockings suddenly appear, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at them with curiosity.

but.

No one came forward to ask anything; everyone was busy with their own work. If it weren't for seeing the Superwoman they only saw on TV, these hardworking workers probably wouldn't have even given them a second glance.

After all, work is far more important than chasing stars, and Supergirl in Metropolis is just so-so.

"How about it?"

It was impossible for Ian not to be nervous when he asked the question.

However, due to the existence of the immortality buff, Ian was both nervous and eager to try. He had a feeling that he could definitely level up several times here.

"let me see."

Kara raised her hand to signal Ian to wait a moment, her eyes focusing as her super vision scanned the entire factory area. Filter tanks, sedimentation tanks, disinfection equipment—everything appeared to be functioning normally. "Nothing seems wrong."

Kara looked away, then turned to Ian, puzzled.

“Not here… wait a minute, my super intelligence is telling me there’s definitely something wrong here.” Ian frowned and raised the electronic device in his hand.

"It's still a Lexcorp property, the buffs are already maxed out." Ian waved the information he had just found, but Kara's first focus was a bit different.

"You actually use the same phone as me!"

Kara's tone was one of surprise.

She was about to say that this might be the bond of blood ties.

however.

“I don’t have my own phone yet, so this is yours, Auntie… I borrowed it for a bit.” Ian blinked, and his words immediately froze Kara’s smile on her face.

"That explains why you touched me twice just now!"

Kara realized it too late.

I'm speechless about Ian.

Her gaze finally fell on the message on her phone—the Metropolitan New Concept Wastewater Treatment Plant, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Lex Group, may treat 70% of the city's industrial wastewater free of charge in the future!

This news made Kara's eyes sparkle.

LexCorp has always had a stable reputation in the superhero community.

It's even more stable than Boeing.

“You’re right, Luther is unlikely to be really involved in any charity work. He always has his own motives and ideas.” Kara felt that perhaps she should examine the wastewater treatment plant more carefully.

In this regard.

Ian wholeheartedly agreed.

"Right, right? I'd even bet that if Luthor, who's taking on social responsibility, isn't up to something, I'd immediately go to Gotham and hire the Joker as my therapist!"

He spoke righteously.

Kara's expression turned strange upon hearing this.

"Why are you rewarding yourself?" It's clear that after spending just half a day together, her feelings towards her nephew are no longer a matter of prejudice.

"?????"

Ian's face turned bright red.

I was a little angry.

He was about to retort fiercely.

"Ugh vomit vomit~"

Just then, a violent retching sound interrupted their conversation. Not far away, a thin worker suddenly knelt down, clutching his throat and making choking "uh uh" sounds.

Colleagues immediately surrounded him.

"Mike! What's wrong?"

Friends started to care.

But worker Mike didn't answer. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark green vomit, which splashed onto the cement floor with a "splat." The dark green vomit seemed to have a green fluorescent quality.

not only.

The partially digested food residue made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the ground, and the hard cement floor was burned through, constantly emitting wisps of black smoke.

"No!"

The workers who had previously shown concern for their friend, as well as other well-meaning colleagues, were all horrified by the situation and scattered in panic like ants in a swarm of boiling water.

"That's it! The same thing that happened yesterday! It must be some kind of infectious disease!" someone shouted in alarm, abandoning their work and running straight towards the gate.

They looked genuinely terrified.

"what happened?"

Kara tried to stop a worker to ask him something.

only.

"Infectious disease! A terrible infectious disease! Even Superman got infected!" The worker only warned him in fear before struggling desperately to get away from the "patient."

Kara had no choice but to let them pass.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Although she didn't have the plum blossoms Ian wanted, she still quoted a famous saying while remaining vigilant and cautiously approaching the worker who was kneeling and vomiting.

Hear the words.

Worker Mike looked up.

"help me!"

The man's voice was desperate and hoarse.

His eyes had turned a cloudy white, and a faint green substance was flowing beneath his skin. The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a non-human howl. This man was undergoing an extremely rapid mutation; green energy erupted within him—evil and terrifying.

It carries a strong corrosive effect on biological genes.

"Workers! Never be slaves!"

The man is roaring.

Ian felt the lines sounded familiar.

I'm begging for monthly votes! I'm begging for recommendations! I'm begging you all to support this flop! I'm practically rolling on the floor pleading for your help!

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(End of this chapter)