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

Chapter 51 Returning Home! The Lurking Shadow!

The black and white faded away.

Colors flowed back into the world.

[Rank and weight have increased]

suddenly.

Ian then heard the system notification.

However, before he could even check the personal panel his best friend had created for him, a gust of wind swept in, and Superman was already standing right next to him.

"Oh! My loving father!"

Ian quickly smiled.

He hoped that Superman wouldn't hit the smiling boy.

"Where is it?" Clark didn't seem inclined to make a move. He frowned, his expression unusually serious. He only saw the black ball that had been rushing towards Ian disappear completely in an instant.

"The big boss just came and took the black ball away." Ian answered honestly, his tone still somewhat surprised, the "Nine-Turn Golden Pill" that was on his lips had just disappeared.

of course.

The immortality granted by [Death Resistance] was pretty good. Ian was in a great mood, finally able to renew his long-term trial card, but his good mood vanished the next moment.

"I suspect he ate it!" Kara also transformed into a gust of wind and approached, extending her steel girl hands, one hand gripping his chin and the other prying open his mouth.

The movements were as practiced as if the cat was checking for a stolen snack.

"Ughh ...

Yes.

revenge.

Women, their desire for revenge is so strong. Even though she was just "fighting side by side" with Ian, she's now full of resentment towards him. Ian feels like he wasted his time feeling sorry for his aunt's forehead.

He didn't even hit his aunt's forehead hard.

They just kept smashing it.

"The big boss really took it!" Ian raised his hand and poked Kara's eyes, finally making Kara let go of him. Of course, he also felt that his aunt's eyeballs were also made of steel.

"..."

Ian looked at his slightly aching fingers and was speechless.

"Dad?"

He looked up and saw the silent Superman also scrutinizing his body, as if using super vision to observe whether Ian had swallowed the black ball.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father.

Clark had seen Ian attempt to chew on evil spirits—even though he didn't know Ian had already chewed half of them in the world of spirits, he still had great faith in Ian's "pica" symptoms.

"Indeed not."

Clark examined Ian carefully for a long time and only found a trace of green energy in his body, the effect of [Fel Corruption], but it seemed to be suppressed well by Ian's body. Although his youngest son wasn't completely unharmed, at least he hadn't become a host to the eerie black sphere, which made Clark breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"A big shot?"

This wasn't the first time Clark had heard Ian use that title. His eyes flickered, and he raised his arm, rolled up the sleeve of his battle robe, and looked at his arm, which had somehow returned to normal.

immediately.

The old father silently and carefully sensed it again.

In the end, he also chose to believe Ian.

"What boss?"

Kara rubbed her eyes, which Ian had poked, her face full of confusion. She clearly couldn't sense the stagnation that had occurred in the world like Clark had.

My cousin is really bad.

Still need to practice more.

Ian thought to himself. Kara was still frowning and looking around, but she didn't see anything. She looked at Superman suspiciously, but he just shook his head slightly to indicate that she didn't need to investigate further.

“We need to have a frank conversation, father and son. Of course, we need to go back first, so your mother won’t worry too much,” Clark said seriously to Ian.

immediately.

Thank you for your help today.

He also felt awkward calling Kara his cousin.

"fine."

Kara waved her hand, a gloating smile playing on her lips: "It's only right for family members to help each other. When you get back, just give this kid a good beating for me."

really.

A woman's vengefulness knows no bounds. Ian felt extremely wronged. He hadn't even used Kara's face to smash things; he'd used the back of her head and forehead. Wasn't that enough respect for his aunt?

"I have to go back and write an article for my boss, so I'll be going now." Kara declined Clark's dinner invitation and prepared to leave. Hearing her words, Ian also decided to try to salvage the relationship between aunt and niece.

“I’m really good at writing. If you don’t believe me, ask my dad if he needs me to write your article.” Ian looked at Clark, but Clark’s expression was indescribable.

Kara's expression was also strange.

"Think about how you're going to explain your problem to your father." After saying that, she immediately turned into a gust of wind and disappeared from the now dilapidated restaurant.

The four or five numb workers who were eating earlier have disappeared. They remained where they were.

All that was left was a pool of green pus.

"They are all pitiful people."

Clark looked at the pus and sighed with pity and sadness.

“Let’s go, we still need to find someone to help deal with the contamination in your body.” After saying that, Superman composed himself and grabbed Ian by the back of the neck.

"Wait, Dad, I—"

Ian hadn't finished speaking yet.

There was a "whoosh" sound.

next second.

The father and son also disappeared from the spot.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

As darkness fell.

Outside the rusty barbed wire fence, a dozen armed men in black tactical uniforms silently pulled up the cordon, their gun barrels coldly pointed at the workers trying to return.

"Why won't we be allowed in? Are you planning to withhold our overtime pay?" shouted angrily a worker wearing a hard hat, who was probably the leader of the group.

"Company orders: no one is allowed to enter today." The lead mercenary's tone was curt; all of them wore uniforms emblazoned with the letters "LexCorp."

The crowd stirred, and complaints arose.

“I heard that government officials came before… Could it be that the factory has been shut down by the government?” One worker was worried about losing his job, but all he got in return was the mercenaries’ “no comment”.

"It's because of an infectious disease! An infectious disease that happened yesterday and today!" someone who claimed to be an insider said, his voice filled with worry, as if he was afraid of being infected through contact.

"The government people took away a body! It was oozing green pus! It must be a serious infectious disease!" The worker clearly witnessed the cleanup crew that Kalana had called over the phone. He just didn't know why the DEO personnel hadn't sealed off the area; instead, it was Lex Group's private armed forces that had done the blockade.

Perhaps it's because of their financial power.

It could also be due to their influence over government agencies.

America in the DC Universe is like this: a president who can manipulate the stock market and financial transactions at will cannot be born here, and the voice of the tycoons is indeed more powerful than that of high-ranking officials.

"We demand compensation!"

The workers began an "uprising".

Just then, a black luxury sedan silently drove up, its tires splashing through the puddles, kicking up a cloud of mud. The door opened, and a pair of gleaming leather shoes stepped onto the ground.

Lex Luthor strode out, his bald head reflecting a cold light.

"Don't worry, each of you will receive financial compensation from the company, as well as a free comprehensive medical check-up," Luther said, calming the restless crowd.

immediately.

Without looking back, he strode into the sewage treatment plant. He walked straight to the messy restaurant, his leather shoes making a crisp cracking sound as they stepped on the broken glass.

"Fool, you can't even seize an opportunity." Luther's gaze swept around, his tone sarcastic, and it was unclear who he was cursing. He turned and left the restaurant, heading towards other areas.

After passing through several heavy metal doors, he stopped in front of an inconspicuous server room.

"A genuine idiot."

Seeing that the door showed no signs of being opened, Luther revealed a confident, mocking smile. He gestured to his men to use the key to open the door, and then walked alone into the seemingly ordinary server room.

Between the old machines.

Luther locked the door behind him, crouched down, lifted a hidden lead plate on the floor, and then descended the revealed staircase to a lead-lined chamber.

"Boom~"

Luther scans the iris.

The door to the secret room opened. Inside, the air was thick and damp. The only source of light was a flickering red emergency light, which stained the entire room crimson.

In the center of the room, a man was suspended in mid-air by heavy iron chains, his arms outstretched, like a suffering statue. His skin was so pale it was almost sickly, and you could even see the dark veins.

Like a zombie.

His head hung low, and his disheveled black hair obscured his face and his cloudy eyes. Luther walked to the side and scooped a bowl of thick, green liquid from the metal bucket.

“Come on, let’s continue our game. Drink it, and then… become an even more perfect weapon.” Luther grabbed the man’s chin, forcing him to lift the face that Ian might find familiar.

The man let out a furious, beast-like growl, struggling, the chains rattling. Luther remained unmoved, pressing the bowl to the man's lips and pouring green liquid into his mouth.

"Yes, that's it, don't waste it."

Luther was whispering.

The tone is excited.

He watched as the man continued to drink the thick, green soup.

Some liquid spilled from the corner of the man's mouth, flowed down his neck, and finally dripped onto his chest, staining the battle robe with the letter "S" on it with a dirty color.

Evil energy.

The energy surged wildly within the man's body, and his flesh and skin began to change.

(End of this chapter)