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The boy who spoke next was holding two US dollars in his hand, which he suspected were counterfeit.
"??????"
how to say.
The doctors and nurses listened intently. They might have understood what a miracle was, but what about medicine? Where was medicine? A group of nurses and doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.
soon.
Amidst a mix of bewilderment and a sense of absurdity, they noticed the familiar boy running back from afar.
"Hiss! He's really alive!"
The nurses and doctors were stunned.
They stood there, stunned.
Watching Ian miraculously survive—no, to be precise, resurrect—he returned with a hammer, bypassed them, and ran into the hospital building behind them.
The boy seemed to be in a hurry to do something.
"Is he going to seek revenge on the person who pushed him down?"
Everyone wanted to go in and see what was going on, and some people made guesses, but the doctors and nurses didn't dare to say anything. They were afraid that if they told the truth that Ian had jumped off the building, no one would believe them.
"Bang bang bang~"
It was the sound of something being smashed one after another.
Before the group of brain-dead doctors and nurses could even react to what had happened, they saw Ian, his clothes tattered, running out again while carrying a bunch of surveillance hard drives and smashing them with a hammer.
Security personnel chased after them.
"biubiubiu~"
Even though Ian isn't a limited-edition skin.
The security personnel, though armed, were truly capable of drawing and firing their guns. However, Ian, with his agile movements, moved like an eel, and his running speed was not slowed down or hindered in the slightest.
"Superboy! He must be a superhero!"
"My God! What am I seeing?!"
"Father! Take your hands off my son's bottom!"
……
While everyone stared in disbelief, Ian had already rushed out of the hospital, leaving the stunned medical staff wide-eyed, completely unable to recover from what had just happened.
After a long time.
"Destroying evidence! This young man is really—meticulous! Too meticulous!" Someone exclaimed sincerely, and only then did they begin to realize why Ian had returned.
Yes.
Ian's goal was to erase the surveillance he left behind in this place. To be honest, even if Ian were to be exposed as different from others, it's highly unlikely that he would be taken to a lab.
After all, his dad is Superman.
If he isn't banned, he's a god among men; if he is, let's not even talk about it... And my mother has a general grandfather, so how can he not be considered a true American?
Of course, with global recognition as a sword of Damocles, nothing is certain, and we must be more cautious in certain situations. That's why Ian returned and bought a hammer along the way.
"That wretched woman, the fake Grim Reaper Tessa, she tricked me so badly!" Ian knew who should pay for what happened today, but he only dared to think that to himself.
Should we settle accounts with that woman?
Even a berserker shouldn't feed kills.
Ian knew his own limitations; all he could do was ensure that Metropolitan General Hospital wouldn't come after him for compensation for various financial losses.
……
time flies.
In the afternoon.
Inside an apartment building.
Carla Danvers, enjoying her rare vacation, returned to her residence carrying a paper bag containing the fried chicken and fries she had been craving that day.
"Catching up on the latest shows and eating some fresh and juicy fried chicken and fries, this kind of holiday life is just wonderful!" Kara Danvers was in a pretty good mood because of the holiday.
only.
Her good mood lasted only until she stepped into the apartment lobby.
As Kara entered, a boy with holes in his clothes and withered leaves on his head ran out of the apartment building's stairwell and reached out to snatch the paper bag containing food from her hand.
"Don't think you can mess with me just because I'm a girl. You dare to rob me in broad daylight?" Kara dodged the boy's sneak attack and glared at him sternly with a frown.
Despite the food robber's incredible speed, Kara was far faster than the boy, and all his actions appeared to her in slow motion.
"I'm so hungry. If those security guards at the hospital hadn't kept stealing my gold coins, I would definitely be able to support myself." The boy showed off his ripped pocket.
He immediately reached for the delicious-smelling fast food.
"Hospital security guards attacked you?" Kara dodged again. Originally, she thought she had encountered a handsome delinquent and was considering that she should teach this good-looking young man a lesson.
however.
"Auntie, give me a bite, just one bite." The boy barely uttered a word before the Super Girl, who always secretly boasted that she was the second strongest in the world, froze on the spot as if she had been hit by a critical strike.
He was instantly killed!
"Who is your cousin?!"
Kara was completely bewildered and felt her head buzzing.
So, Ian seized the opportunity and successfully snatched the food from her hands. It turns out that the super brain of a mere Kryptonian is no match for the slightest bit of Ian's brain function.
of course.
Even the wise Ian has his nemesis.
"Ptooey! It's Penguin Cola! Gotham wastewater!" He was afraid that if he drank Gotham's water, he would become a ghost of Gotham. As for the Joker virus, who knows if it even exists?
Chapter 37 Supergirl Kara! Death Reappears!
Stay away from Gotham.
It will be unfortunate.
Ian has kept this DC Universe survival guide in mind ever since he traveled through time.
"Even dogs won't drink it, but you, Auntie, will."
He pulled the straw out of the Coke he had just taken a sip from, then put it back upside down and shoved it back into Kara's hand. Kara's expression, with her brows furrowed into hooks, was still indescribable.
She just stared at Ian.
"Click, click~"
The fried chicken that others buy always smells better. Ian looked down and glanced into the packaging bag a few more times. There were still a few pieces left. His hair was slightly loose, revealing his fair and rosy forehead.
Yes, it's fair with a rosy tint, and stands out from the crowd.
"There's a bullet in your forehead." Before she could even figure out how Ian addressed her, the stunned Kara noticed the strange boy's unusual condition.
She should have noticed this situation much earlier.
Kara's attention had been solely focused on Ian's good looks. But now, upon closer inspection, wow, the handsome young man's forehead was adorned with large-caliber handgun bullets!
"Bullets? What a joke!"
"That's impossible. I'm fast enough. The security guards definitely wouldn't be able to hit me." Ian started showing off his fried chicken, his previously hungry body beginning to feel satisfied.
My clumsy cousin.
They actually tried to disturb him while he was eating.
It's really, really bad.
Do you have a headache?
Kara's eyes twitched, and her expression was incredibly strange.
"It doesn't hurt."
Ian shook his head, and before Kara could react, he took more than one bite. He ate one bite after another, giving Kara a demonstration of how to eat fried chicken, chewing and swallowing bones along with the meat.
"..."
Kara was genuinely unaware that her food was dwindling rapidly.
She just stared at Ian's forehead.
at last.
The supergirl, whom I couldn't recognize, silently extended her hand with lightning speed.
She was incredibly fast; before Ian, who was wolfing down his food, could even react, she had already pinched a metal bullet off his forehead with two fingers.
"I think you should feel pain... that's normal."
Kara suspected it was some kind of prank, but after looking around and not finding a camera, she hesitated for a moment before handing the bullet to Ian.
"what!?"
Ian stopped eating in shock.
Just when Kara thought Ian was about to be terrified, or even faint from fright, she realized that Ian was about to be shocked.
"It's fake, it's all your imagination. Your aunt must have eaten poisonous mushrooms this morning." Ian stuffed the bullet head into his pocket, putting on a show of pretending that what he couldn't see had never happened.
"??????"
Kara crouched down and picked up the bullet that had fallen out of Ian's ripped pocket again.
Ian saw this.
"Okay, you win. You've seen through me and you're a noob." He remembered that when he ran a considerable distance away, he did look back at the security guards who were shooting.
Surprisingly, there are sharpshooters among those earning a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan.
roll!