Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 453 Not a Hero
The locomotive was in a very bad state at this point.

Of course, he himself was unaware of this; in fact, he felt quite high, unusually high.

The psychedelic feeling of almost flying, the exhilarating sensation beneath his feet while his mind was surging with a sense of relaxation due to the chemical stimulation, all captivated him. As a speed-type superhuman and long-distance runner, his greatest pride lay in his ability to continuously break records and achieve even higher speeds, and now, the drugs in his body amplified this feeling to an extreme degree.

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!"

He ran freely through the streets, feeling almost invincible—

Therefore, once he realized that there was suddenly a passerby in front of him, he couldn't stop.

"No, no, no—!"

Drunk drivers often think they are sober, and the same is true for a drug-addicted driver. He thinks he has complete control over his speed and body, but in reality, his reaction speed and thinking speed can no longer keep up with his own speed.

That is why, when he realized there was someone in front of him, the agile changes of direction and speed control that he could usually do became impossible at that moment.

boom!
In the train engine's mind, the horrific scene that would befall the passerby in the next second had already subconsciously surfaced: being hit by a superhuman at supersonic speed. The consequences would be worse than being hit by a train. His body would explode, his bones would shatter into small pieces, and his blood and flesh would splatter everywhere, evenly pulverized and splashed onto the street.

But none of this happened.

Because someone appeared in front of that passerby.

"Sir, please be careful."

The locomotive crashed into the burly man who had suddenly appeared in front of it at supersonic speed. The man took two or three steps back—not because he couldn't withstand the impact of the locomotive's run, but because he was worried that without time to recover, his steel body would kill the locomotive.

The Kryptonian bio-force field instantly enveloped the train engine, and Superman's body sent him flying.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The locomotive, lying on the ground, was completely bewildered. It hadn't expected anyone to intercept it at high speed, nor that the other party could withstand its impact unscathed. It instinctively looked up and saw the figure in the blue uniform and red cape, and was momentarily stunned.

"Homelander?"

Who are the Homelanders?

The man took two steps toward him: "Are you alright, sir?"

A handsome but unfamiliar face, a slightly worried expression, a gentle tone, and a large "S" logo on his chest—only then did Locomotive realize that the man in front of him was not his boss.

"Good, good, at least the Homelander didn't catch what happened earlier."

Although he was quite curious about who the man in front of him was, Locomotive instinctively gripped his backpack tighter—he still had things to do.

"Hey, buddy." He hurriedly and perfunctorily thanked him, "Thanks. Judging from your clothes, you must be a fan of Homelander. I'll get you an autograph later."

"I can't stop, I have things to do, I have things to do."

Swah——

Muttering words Clark couldn't understand, the locomotive, carrying the medicine box, vanished from the street in an instant. "What's up with this guy?"

Clark frowned. The other man was clearly a super-powered criminal, yet he seemed fearless in exposing himself to the public. He didn't recognize him, but kept muttering something about "Homelander." He had almost killed someone, but he didn't seem to care at all, and didn't even care that passersby had seen his face, instead running away.

“His behavior is dangerous, and he seems a bit out of his mind.” Clark thought instinctively, “I should probably follow him in case he bumps into someone else.”

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

At this moment, the woman who was almost hit by the car on the roadside began to scream in fear and anger. Her brain finally reacted, and she realized that she had just been one step away from death.

"Fuck the superhero! Fuck the aero-engine!" she cursed, trying to calm herself down. "Oh my god, he almost killed me, sir, thank you for saving me."

"Uh, it's okay." Clark, who was about to chase after him, had to turn back to comfort the victim: "You're alright now, go home and rest."

A handsome face and a kind, gentle demeanor are quite effective for victims who have just been frightened, providing them with a strong sense of security. Of course, the side effect is that it may be too effective.

The woman with curly hair was momentarily stunned by the smile. She instinctively smoothed her hair and extended her hand to Superman: "Hello, my name is Robin."

"Robin?"

Ma Zhaodi scratched his head: "This name is not very auspicious. Did you really not name her this on purpose?"

Seemingly noticing something amiss in his girlfriend's eyes, the man beside her finally snapped out of his daze and shock. He quickly extended his hand to Clark as well: "Hello, hello, my name is Hughie, Hughie Campbell. Thank you for saving my girlfriend—you're a superhero too, aren't you?"

“Me?” Clark replied, “Oh, you could say that, at least that’s what everyone else calls me—by the way, you can call me Superman.”

“Oh, are you a fan of Homelander?” Hughie asked. “Your uniform looks a lot like his.”

“Homelander?” Clark hesitated for a moment. He wanted to answer that he didn’t know him, but both the high-speed superpowered criminal and the man in front of him had mentioned this person, which made him hesitate slightly.

“Uh, no, he’s not a fan of Homelander.” Ma Zhaodi quickly stepped forward and explained to the two, “This is his own uniform, there’s no other reference for him. Actually, he doesn’t pay much attention to superheroes and such, and he doesn’t know much about Homelander or anything like that.”

"what?!"

Upon hearing this answer, Hughie's expression was as if he had seen some kind of dinosaur fossil in a museum: "Why are there still people who don't know Homelander these days? Don't they watch movies, watch the news, or go out in public?"

“No, it’s not that I don’t know,” Ma Zhaodi added, “I just don’t know, but I have seen him before.”

"You're still thinking about your superheroes!" Robin snapped at Hughie. "I almost got run over by a superhero just now!"

"Hey, hey, I know you're angry, I mean, I'm angry too, but look, Superman is a superhero, he even saved you."

"Wait? You mean that guy from earlier? He's a superhero?"

Clark frowned.

(End of this chapter)