I get stronger by sunbathing, just like Superman.

Moscow.

A silver-haired woman, around thirty years old, hurried out of the supermarket, carrying a shopping bag full of vegetables and other food.

After placing the bag in the passenger seat, she started the car, turned on the radio, and drove home.

Five years have passed, and Elena has developed a few fine lines around her eyes. Her hips and breasts are a bit fuller than before, and her figure has changed slightly. Although the overall change is not significant, she is no longer as youthful as she was five years ago.

Although she appeared calm in the rearview mirror, only she knew the truth…

In the five years since Lei Ming left, she has lost count of how many times she has woken up crying from her dreams…

I've lost count of how many bottles of mood-relieving pills I took... to recover to my current state.

On the radio, the anchor is speaking with a female speaker named Sandra Mitchell, who is said to be a former congresswoman, about the 'angel's arrival' incident five years ago and Superman's 'disappearance'...

Although many people in the United States lost loved ones in the battle between Superman and the angels that day, opinions online were polarized…

Some believe that Superman doesn't care about human lives at all, so when he killed those angels, he also destroyed the entire New York. He is a sinner! A killer!

In short, not a hero...

But some say Superman was forced to kill those people…

Those so-called angels are numerous; if they aren't dealt with promptly, the death and disaster will only worsen…

This has been verified by some, because the moment the four angels on horseback were killed by Superman... the rioting crowds around the world, as well as the people dying from the disease, returned to normal.

Like the trolley problem, Superman's approach at the time may not have been the most correct, but it was certainly the most appropriate...

In short, opinions vary widely.

This former Congresswoman, Sandra Mitchell, is a staunch opponent of Superman. She has repeatedly expressed her doubts and dissatisfaction with Superman's existence on social media, and even published a book called…

Superman, I spit on your grave.

The reason it's called that is because five years have passed, and many people believe that Superman is dead and will never come back.

Some people built a tombstone and a statue for him... but others spend their days spitting and cursing at pictures of Superman...

While driving, Elena listened to the radio as a woman named Sandra went on and on about Superman's various 'misdeeds,' and finally couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to turn it off...

Whether it was a malfunction or something else, her voice was still coming from the radio.

Elena suddenly lost control and punched the radio four or five times in a row, only stopping when her knuckles bled…

The radio also went silent at this point.

She slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. She took a deep breath, then pulled a small pill bottle from her pocket, swallowed two pills, and finally calmed down…

But how could two mere pills possibly stop the suppressed emotions within?

finally…

She was still sobbing uncontrollably, her head resting on the steering wheel.

……

...

Late at night, near a television broadcasting building, Sandra Mitchell was on the phone as she walked... and you could faintly hear her uttering words from time to time...

'Superman,' 'Good riddance,' 'He made a fortune'...

Phrases and phrases like these.

Sandra, engrossed in her conversation, was completely unaware that from a dark alley nearby, a cold gaze was fixed on her with intense anger!

"OK! That's all for today. I have another interview tomorrow..."

Swish!

Suddenly, a slender hand appeared in the alley and pulled Sandra into the darkness…

"No one can insult Superman! No one!!!"

These were the last words Sandra heard before she collapsed...

The next day, she was found by passersby in a trash can on the street. When the police arrived, her face was unrecognizable... all the bones in her body had been smashed to pieces, her tongue had been cut out, and all her teeth were missing... her tendons in her hands and feet had also been severed...

Most importantly... she had a black mark on her forehead that resembled a bird's head...

Regardless of the circumstances... even if she survives, she will likely spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

...

...

Lunton.

In the basement of a luxurious private estate located in the suburbs, spanning thousands of acres, a blonde woman in a tight black suit is counting something at a workbench…

Beside her was a black, full-coverage helmet, shaped somewhat like a bird's beak.

Behind her, on the wall, were rows of shelves filled with all sorts of cold weapons: knives, swords, spears, hooks, axes, whips, and so on…

On the other wall hung various high-tech equipment... portable radar, tranquilizer guns, head-mounted thermal imagers, flashbangs, smoke grenades, and so on.

In the distance, there was a stylish black motorcycle and a similarly black, streamlined modified sports car.

Everything in the entire basement looked incredibly valuable and extremely cool at first glance…

Just as the woman was engrossed in her work at the table, an aged voice sounded behind her…

“Miss Rodriguez…it’s time for your breakfast.”

"Is it morning already?"

Sofia spoke without turning her head, her gaze still fixed on the workbench in front of her…

There were two rows of bloody teeth neatly arranged on it.

Upon hearing this, the old butler, Smith, shook his head, placed the dish and a glass of vegetable juice on the worktable, and then turned and left…

Since Sophia was attacked by pirates on the high seas seven years ago and lost her father, Count Rodriguez, her personality has changed drastically.

She began to train her body relentlessly, learning various martial arts, killing techniques, and extreme sports... She even spent three years in the East, returning with a set of amazing kung fu skills and various Eastern cold weapons...

the most important is…

She became obsessed with Superman.

She always says…

That night on the cruise ship, Superman saved her.

Although her memory was hazy from the shock, and the person who rescued her was wearing a mask…

Even under these circumstances, she remained steadfast in her belief that Superman had saved her from the two pirates' insults and the possibility of losing her life.

After returning to England from the East, she began working as a vigilante at night while collecting all the information about Superman.

They even contacted the American version of Superman called "Super Max" through the US government, citing their willingness to invest heavily in establishing a superhero organization or alliance for "Super Squad"...

But the moment she saw him, she rejected her own judgment.

That person isn't Superman...

Despite having similar abilities to him.

Back to the main topic…

Sofia picked up the vegetable juice from the plate and drank it all in one gulp. Then she carefully collected the teeth and put them into a small bottle... and then put the bottle into the combination lock box.

Inside the box were some strange things... such as animal bones, white feathers, holy water, etc.

If a professional scholar of mysticism were present, they would discover that these items appear to be necessary for some kind of summoning ritual, as for what to summon…

Only Sofia herself knows.

After locking the briefcase, Sofia made a phone call…

"The things you mentioned are ready. When can we begin the summoning ritual?"

What? At my doorstep?

Sofia hung up the phone, then left the basement, returned to her room in the manor to change into casual clothes, and finally came to the reception hall…

Two handsome young men were already sitting on the sofa in the living room. One had medium-length hair and was about 1.9 meters tall, while the other, who was slightly shorter, had neat short hair.

Upon seeing her arrive, both men stood up, smiled, and nodded at her. The shorter one even nudged the taller one next to him with his elbow, seemingly muttering something under his breath…

The latter, speechless, pulled a crumpled banknote from his pocket, then smugly pinched it between two fingers and stuffed it into his coat…

"What are you talking about? And why are you giving him money?"

As Sophia asked the question, she slowly walked down the escalator, her every move exuding the elegance of a noblewoman.

"Uh……"

Before the tall one could speak, the one next to him blurted out:

"I bet ten bucks I can tell you're a beautiful woman just from your voice on the phone..."

Then he lost…

After finishing his sentence, the short-haired handsome guy winked at the tall guy next to him and said in a boastful tone:

"Little brother... never doubt your older brother's intuition about women..."