SUP Chapter 100: Superman's Corruption? Returning to Marvel! (Part One)

Under normal circumstances, Ian couldn't keep his mouth shut at all.

However, to avoid having two red eyes that had been interrogated to the point of collapse quietly appearing by his bedside tonight, he could only immediately bury his head and stuff his mouth full of food.

This was too difficult!

Who said Superman couldn't be used as a scary story for children? Feeling the mountain-like weight of his father's paternal love on his shoulders, Ian chose to follow his heart and made an expression as if he had also figured something out.

To be honest, he didn't think those so-called Superman serums could actually create Superman. After all, he didn't gain much experience after drinking them, which clearly showed that the technology and ingredients inside were completely inadequate.

Of course, Lois and the others present obviously didn't know this.

"I see."

The doubts and confusion in Lois's heart vanished like smoke, leaving only amazement at the wonderful fate between Ian and Clark. She indeed believed Clark's seemingly logical explanation.

Seeing this, Clark also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He knew that his super brain was meant to be used for things like this, and he must use every means to maintain the harmony and stability of this family.

Was it despicable?

Clark felt somewhat despicable.

If Ian was wronged a little, this family would win. Clark somewhat understood some of Batman's past calculations of pros and cons. After today, he felt he could forgive Batman's past actions a little bit.

It was indeed unavoidable. After all, Clark couldn't very well say that Batman had previously told him that Ian was suspected of being able to draw power from writing, could he? Never mind Lois not believing it, even having seen it with his own eyes, Clark was still skeptical now. He bet that if he dared to say this, Lois would dare to make a pair of scissors out of kryptonite.

"Darling, which part would you like to cut first?"

His super brain could even make Clark think in detail about what would happen after choosing various possibilities.

Precisely because of this, the invincible Superman couldn't afford to gamble. And Ian's stable reputation provided him with good cover. In fact, no one really doubted whether it was reasonable for Ian to eat things randomly.

After all, this was indeed very reasonable when it came to Ian.

There were even doctors who had issued diagnostic certificates.

"This is fantastic."

Jonathan couldn't help but speak up upon seeing this.

"With such amazing superhuman baby formula, why don't you let me have a sip? I think I can still be saved..." If there was a chance, he certainly wanted to be a second-generation Superman too.

Although it was a bit regrettable.

However, inheriting the family business was obviously more attractive and cost-effective than playing football.

"We still can't confirm whether that serum truly has the effect of helping you awaken dormant genes. We can't let you risk your life for testing."

Sam's serious reminder saved Clark some brain cells.

"Yes, dear, Ian might be an exception." Lois also hurriedly began persuading Jonathan. She also knew that Ian's ability to gain Kryptonian power was most likely just an exception.

Perhaps it was Ian's pica that gave him an overly powerful digestive system.

Aliens, after all.

Each was different.

Who knows, Ian's body might have corresponding special organs.

Deep down, Lois was unwilling to believe Ian was sick, so she had long found a reasonable explanation for Ian's pica, one couldn't impose Earth people's diet on aliens' diets.

"Alright."

Jonathan was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

This was also what Clark least wanted to see. He had previously hidden his situation because he was afraid of seeing such a situation. As Superman, he now didn't know how to comfort his eldest son.

The Kryptonian gene thing.

If it awakened, it awakened. If it didn't awaken, no one could do anything about it. Using other means to awaken it would only lead to endless troubles. Clark had seen many humans lose control after being contaminated by Kryptonian genes.

Just when Clark was in a dilemma.

"I'll just go back to playing my football. Maybe my son will have a chance to awaken in the future? That would be pretty good too." As the eldest son in the family, Jonathan was very considerate of his family.

He didn't continue to make things difficult for Clark, and even joked lightly, "Of course, just like Ian always says, poor people rely on mutation, rich people rely on technology."

"Dad, Mom, when can you two go bankrupt so I can gamble on it?" It had to be said that Jonathan truly had a talent for humor. The atmosphere at the dinner table immediately relaxed considerably.

At this time, Ian had also cleared his plate.

"It's okay, Jonathan. I've been studying magic recently. Once I figure it out, I'll teach you the supreme Ian divine arts. I guarantee I won't charge you a penny in interest or tuition."

No one believed Ian's words. Everyone thought he was livening up the atmosphere. Everyone kept laughing. He didn't mind, and just took the opportunity to steal the grilled beef ribs from Jonathan's plate.

The dinner atmosphere became much better.

Family warmth was overflowing.

After eating and drinking their fill, General Sam Lane also prepared to leave.

"Regarding the investigation into Luthor, I will continue to follow up." His military uniform was crisp, his tone steady, "Any news, I'll notify Clark directly, Clark indeed needs to know about Kryptonian matters."

This made a lot of sense, it reduced the resentment in Clark's heart a little bit.

"Perhaps you can investigate this place." Ian rummaged around under the table, threw away the cat that was hidden in the drawer, and marked some circles on a map.

"Very good. If any big case is cracked, I'll apply to the military for informant rewards for you." Sam smiled as he took the map, not asking where Ian got the intelligence. After all, the person who "reported" the case at the beginning was his little grandson in front of him. General Sam thought it must be Clark accompanying the awakened little cub in training his abilities.

A reasonable judgment.

A beautiful misunderstanding.

Clark had no intention of explaining this. Sam looked at his watch and hugged each of the three grandsons in turn. When it was Ian's turn, Ian also timely asked in a low voice.

"As for the reward, after the military gentlemen finish taking their kickbacks, can I still get one percent of the full amount?" This was important. Ian was mainly afraid that the military would tax him based on the amount before taking kickbacks, the U.S. military was really capable of doing such things, and Ian didn't want to have to pay additional taxes without getting any benefits.

"..."

Sam was rendered speechless by Ian's rigorous attitude.

"Don't worry, not a penny less will be paid to you. There are relevant standards for all this." Sam made a guarantee to Ian. He also couldn't very well mention in front of the younger generation that he was one of those gentlemen who took kickbacks.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Only then did Ian finally hug old Sam.

"I'll see you out."

Lois saw her father to the door.

The night was deep, and the streets were completely silent.

"Lucy, our project mainly uses Kryptonian genes to create human super soldiers. If it's proven safe... I'll fight for an opportunity for you."

Old Sam looked at the lights in the house and lowered his voice to speak quietly to his daughter.

"I don't need it."

Lois refused decisively.

However, Old Sam's attitude was very determined, "No, you need it. Look at this family of yours. You married a god, at least from the perspective of the power he possesses, Clark is that living god."

"And you? You're just an ordinary person. Fragile and delicate as when you were little. In this increasingly dangerous world, no one can say what will happen the next second."

He gripped Lois's hand, his eyes were particularly complex.

Lois opened her mouth but couldn't refute.

"Even so, I still don't need it."

She just insisted on her attitude.

Seeing this, Old Sam didn't continue persuading. He knew how stubborn his daughter was. This was the reason Lois became an excellent reporter, and also a personality trait that always gave him headaches.

"Dear, let's just see you off to here." Old Sam led Lois to outside the small yard, preparing to walk toward his top-configured Hummer that he had obtained through kickbacks.

"Wait a minute, Dad. I'm still not at ease. You have to swear by Grandma's name that I really won't see my cloned husband or cloned sons on the street."

Lois stopped old Sam, her expression still showing some unease.

"..."

Sam somewhat understood why he had been rendered speechless by Ian earlier. These were all stereotypical impressions of the military. Such suspicion that left no dignity for the military made him not know how to refute at all.

After all, he lacked confidence.

"With just a few Kryptonian corpses, we can't clone living Kryptonians. You think too highly of our scientists. I really regret not forcing you to study more back then."

"Only by studying enough would you understand that truly capable scientists look down on the little salary we give them, even though their full salary isn't actually that much." Sam spoke quietly with a heavy sigh. It was unclear whether he was worrying about Lois's education or the military's future research path.

"..."

Lois wanted to find alcohol to drink, but unfortunately couldn't find any in her pockets. She had heard how serious the military's corruption problem was, so as a reporter, she was now somewhat troubled by professional ethics.

Investigate?

What if she found out her own father was the number one corrupt official?

"I think you definitely drank a bit too much tonight. Go back quickly." Lois hugged her father, and Sam kissed her forehead before turning and getting into his Hummer.

He took one last look at Lois's family's small yard.

"Your new car is nice."

Old Sam left a meaningful sentence, then, relying on his military plates, ignored the community's speed limits and drove the Hummer directly out at full speed.

"Huh?"

Watching her father disappear.

Lois was very confused as she walked back into the yard. Sure enough, she saw a new car by her planted roses... Where did this shiny Hellcat come from?

"Who could refuse this car?"

Lois's gaze was extremely surprised, and she couldn't help but curiously approach it.

...

Inside the house.

Jonathan and Jordan were watching TV again. A baseball game replay was on, and the pitcher's beautiful curveball made Jonathan whistle.

"That ball was indeed thrown well."

Clark was washing dishes, not forgetting to watch the game through the wall.

Ian didn't particularly like watching these sports.

"Spit it out! It's you, isn't it? If it's not you, you definitely saw it!" He sat on the carpet vigorously rubbing the little orange cat's belly, wanting to feel if there were two vials of serum he hadn't gotten to drink inside.

"Ian, tell me how I should expose Mom." Jordan was multitasking, still planning his grand scheme. He truly believed from the bottom of his heart that Lois must be Superwoman.

"I suggest you hang Superwoman posters all over your room, buy a bunch of Superwoman merchandise, and pretend to be infatuated with her. I think someone will tell you the answer then."

Ian gave his suggestion.

"Isn't that too obvious?"

Jordan frowned, as if thinking about whether the plan was feasible.

"To be honest, I don't think Mom would run that far to be Superwoman. She cut her hand last week." Jonathan was the most normal person in logical thinking in this family.

"Then who do you think Superwoman is?"

Jordan looked at his big brother.

Jonathan leaned his hands against the back of the sofa.

"Obviously."

The older brother just chuckled softly.

"Look at the body type, look at the height, and that unreliable behavior... I think the answer is obvious." His gaze locked onto Ian sitting on the carpet.

"Ah!"

Jordan's pupils contracted, he had a sudden realization.

"You're saying Superwoman is Ian!?"

Jordan thought this speculation was very reasonable. After all, he knew Ian's secret. The high heels and stockings from that day were the psychological shadow that made him lose interest in these two things for life.

Ian's love for cross-dressing was something he knew, or at least he thought he knew.

"Someone's mouth is spewing shit." Ian was furious. His ears didn't need super hearing to catch Jordan's slander, so he directly grabbed a baseball and threw it hard at Jordan.

Jordan wanted to dodge but he soon discovered he didn't need to move.

"Damn!"

Jonathan, sitting next to Jordan, was hit right on the forehead, "Jordan was talking nonsense, but I wasn't talking nonsense. I meant you know who Superwoman is."

Saying this, he pulled out his phone.

He brought up a video of a reporter interviewing Superwoman with a stockings-wearing man charging for photos in the background, seeing this scene, Ian also knew he had wronged his big brother.

"Bang Bang"

He stood up, picked up the baseball that had rolled back, walked to the sofa, and hit Jordan on the forehead twice. Under Jordan's bewildered gaze, he secured justice for Jonathan.

"Do you know who Superwoman is?"

Jordan wanted to complain, but he was more concerned about this question. And just when Ian wanted to continue giving advice to get Jordan to go bother his father Clark.

"Ian, come here."

Clark appeared silently behind him.

The guilty Ian's hair stood on end.

"Dad, what's the matter? Do you need me to help you clean the living room, right?" Ian turned around and blinked, his eyes particularly clear.

"No, it's about that serum. I always feel uneasy in my heart. You need to let me find a place to study it." Clark held an empty plastic bottle in his hand.

"..."

Ian somewhat understood what Clark meant.

He hated his own supreme wisdom.

"Cautious people know they shouldn't reveal biological information to anyone. Dad, I need to practice this caution from a young age." Ian chose to politely decline such a request.

"Hmm?"

Clark looked speechless, "I haven't seen you go somewhere alone to pee and poop every day. The excrement in our neighborhood is collected by your grandfather's people every day."

His words made Ian's eyes widen.

"That's because I can't fly. Conditions are limited. If I could fly, I would definitely go to Mars to poop and pee every day." Ian wasn't too worried about others using his biological information for anything.

He grew stronger through professional traits.

Who knows how mixed up his excrement was. If someone really wanted to analyze his biological information from this, America's scientists would probably face a real test.

"Go to the bathroom, pee."

Clark issued a stern father's command, not wanting to argue with Ian.

"Sure thing."

Ian very soulfully caught the plastic bottle and went into the bathroom under his two brothers' laughter. Five minutes later, Ian came out of the bathroom without the plastic bottle in his hand.

He was carrying Clark's washbasin.

Inside it sloshed a full basin of suspicious yellow liquid.

"Slap~"

Clark slapped his own forehead very loudly.

"You gave me too small a plastic bottle. You might not know, but next time I go to the bathroom, Dad can secretly watch and know I'm definitely not lying."

Ian hurriedly explained, he had also looked for other containers.

However, if it was something convenient, who could refuse Superman's washbasin?

In the living room, the two brothers laughed even louder.

"I can testify for Ian. He tells the truth at least twenty percent of the time every day." Jordan always liked to stir up trouble. He acted serious, while Jonathan marveled at Ian's super bladder.

That was a whole basin.

"That'll be three hundred dollars."

Ian handed the washbasin to Clark.

"Three hundred dollars for one pee? What, is your grandfather planning to make you join the army and you're starting to learn traditional skills now?" Clark helplessly took his washbasin.

The corner of his eye twitched slightly.

He naturally knew about those things within the military.

"This is market price, okay." Ian's voice was righteous. He indeed had this confidence, "Do you know how much technological content is in this pee of mine?"

"Speaking of it would scare... although it probably can't scare Dad, it could scare many other people to death." Ian was truly honest in his dealings, leaving Clark and his two brothers stunned.

"Protein powder isn't technology."

Jonathan thought Ian was talking about previously stealing a lot of his protein powder.

"How do you know I only drank protein powder?" Ian's counter-question made Jonathan look directly at his head, but Jonathan didn't discover any possible horns.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you three hundred dollars." Clark was also extremely helpless. He slapped down three hundred dollars and put it in Ian's hand, then after thinking about it, added another two hundred dollars. He was mainly worried that if he didn't show some appreciation for dinner, who knows if his toothbrush cup would also suffer.

Indeed, people still shouldn't do bad things.

"Thank you, Dad."

Ian took the money and immediately fled, leaving his two brothers and Clark holding the basin standing in place, after a whoosh, Clark, who had disappeared and reappeared, had already put the basin somewhere unknown.

Suddenly, the front door was pushed open forcefully. Lois almost stumbled as she rushed in, looking completely shaken, immediately attracting the attention of the three men in the living room.

"What happened to you?"

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