American comic book red Superman

"Ah."

Before using his thermal vision, Lowe had already seen the inhumane scene under the wooden house through the ground, which was why he was so furious. To deal with some beasts, one needs to use inhuman methods.

Beep beep beep!!!

As Qingyi fell silent in the basement, the sound of sirens outside the camp pulled him back to reality.

"It must be Liang Zhongping who brought his men."

Lowe heard the sound of sirens and a familiar voice.

"Are you going to stay and wait for him?"

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Qingyi continued, "Then I'll go first. We'll meet at the big tree we met earlier."

"Row."

Luo Wei didn't continue the previous topic. He left the basement with Qingyi, who left through the back door. He planned to meet Liang Zhongping to inquire about Liu Beisan's situation.

Because he had overlooked one thing: with Liu Beisan's affairs escalating so much these past two days, was it possible that he might flee? After all, no matter how much he tried to conceal it, the truth would eventually be revealed, and this possibility was very high.

While I was thinking, the entire camp was surrounded by government personnel, with off-road vehicles parked outside. It must be said that the police arrived very quickly, within just over ten minutes.

"Superman?"

After Liang Zhongping led his men into the camp, he was stunned. He was not hindered in any way, nor did he see any of the thugs. All he saw were corpses and remains, and a familiar figure in front of a wooden house.

When he saw the towering Superman standing there, he immediately understood what had happened. He waved to his men to put down their guns, disperse, rescue the hostages, and search the camp.

He clenched his fist, glanced at the corpses scattered all over the ground, swallowed hard, straightened his back with a strong and calm demeanor, and walked towards Luo Wei.

"Captain Liang, you guys got out of there really fast."

Luo Wei laughed.

"I was just about to leave work when I got the call, so it looks like I won't be able to go to bed early tonight."

Liang Zhongping took out a cigarette and handed it to him, saying...

"It's past midnight now, which is quite late."

Luo Wei waved his hand to indicate that he wouldn't draw, then asked, "What about Liu Beisan? Have you sent someone to keep an eye on him?"

"Speaking of which, thanks to your call, I immediately sent people to keep an eye on Liu Beisan after receiving your call. Guess what? Just as Liu Beisan was about to run towards the border, he ran into our people. He's been arrested and is now in jail."

Liang Zhongping lit a cigarette, grinned, and said, "I didn't expect to catch Liu Beisan so easily this time, but I still have to thank you."

"Liu Beisan, I've never even met him. If it weren't for this incident, I probably would never have crossed paths with him in my life."

Luo Wei seemed to be speaking to Liang Zhongping, or perhaps to himself, his gaze fixed on the distance where they were being escorted.

As the victims left, it seemed as if he was speaking to them.

It was as if the words were being spoken to the souls of those who died in the explosion.

"correct."

Whether out of nervousness or simply ignoring his words, Liang Zhongping finished two cigarettes before taking a deep breath and asking, "Did you kill those people?"

"Yes, I should be considered to have acted in self-defense because they fired first, and I think the victims can testify for me."

Luo Wei explained.

"Okay, I've written it down. Self-defense."

Liang Zhongping muttered the second half of his sentence, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the clothes of the person in front of him. Damn, there wasn't a single wrinkle on the corner. Who was it that needed to defend themselves back then?

But it didn't matter. He was more willing to believe Rowe's words than the criminals, even if the guy was an anti-hero.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Luo Wei didn't want to stay any longer. Liu Beisan had wasted so much of his time; he should be in bed sleeping right now.

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Fearing he might fly away, Liang Zhongping immediately pulled out a business card, handed it over, and said, "Actually, there's an association in the country that specifically manages and protects people with superpowers. If you..."

"No need, I'm not a superhuman."

I am a Kryptonian.

Luo Wei didn't say what he really thought, but he was indeed not a superhuman, but a Kryptonian. This so-called organization that protects superhumans was, to put it nicely, an organization that protects superhumans, but to put it bluntly, superhumans protecting the organization. Joining was for the organization to better monitor superhumans. No, to put it another way, it was to monitor those who were so powerful that the organization felt they were out of control.

The Superpowered People Association is nothing more than a shield.

"Ok."

Liang Zhongping knew that this matter couldn't be forced and had to be taken slowly, so he didn't say anything more.

"Then I'll go first."

Just as Luo Wei was about to leave, a petite figure ran up behind him, tugged at his hand, and when he turned around, he saw a little girl. Her face and clothes were dirty, and she was clearly one of the people who had just been rescued.

"Little friend, what do you need from me?"

He leaned down and asked softly.

"Brother, thank you for defeating the bad guys for us. This is a medal I made for you."

The little girl hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and handing over a medal covered in mud.

"This"

Luo Wei was surprised. Looking at the innocent girl in front of him, a warmth spread through his heart as he asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid, you just saved us all."

The little girl smiled innocently, "Mom just told me that we can go home soon, we won't have to live in the dark room anymore, we won't have to eat porridge anymore, and we can even eat big chicken legs!"

"Wrinkle, where are you?"

Just then, a woman led several soldiers and shouted. When she saw her daughter standing in front of Luo Wei, her face pale, she rushed over and picked her up, exclaiming, "Why are you running around like this?!"

"Mom, I've come to give my brother his medal."

The little girl said with a smile.

"Thank you for saving us just now."

When the woman saw Rowe holding the medal, she seemed to realize that the man in front of her wasn't as frightening as she had imagined; at least he accepted his daughter's medal with a gentle expression.

"Well, I also want to thank Zhouzhou for the medal. You guys go back now."

Luo Wei smiled at the girl.

"Goodbye, brother."

After the girl waved, she was carried away by the woman.

"I never thought you could be so likable."

Liang Zhongping said, smoking a cigarette.

"Heh, smoke less. If you feel nervous next time you see me, let's talk on the phone so outsiders don't think the captain has Parkinson's."

Done.

Without turning his head, Luo Wei launched himself into the air, causing swirling vortexes to reverberate as he hurtled towards the sky, breaking through the clouds and disappearing into the thick cloud cover.

Only Liang Zhongping remained, along with the cigarette in his hand that had been extinguished by the strong wind.

And, as he tried to straighten his slightly trembling legs, he muttered, "Damn it, I've lost face big time!"

"Master, what are you saying? Superman killed those people? That's too brutal! The method was exactly the same as when he dealt with Huang Hua. All those criminal investigators and forensic doctors outside vomited all over the place. Hey? Master, why are your legs shaking so much?"

The apprentice, Xiao Wang, jogged over and asked in confusion upon seeing his master's legs.

"Get lost! Have you finished your work before running here? Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhongping, who had previously appeared timid, immediately began to rebuke him angrily.

Startled, Xiao Wang ran away as fast as he could.

As they ran, they kept saying, "The captain ate a powder keg; don't go near him."

[PS: This storyline is over. I originally planned to write a longer one, and I also wanted to develop Qingyi's character more three-dimensionally, but it was a bit sensitive, so I cut her storyline. I'll design a new storyline for her later.]

Chapter 14: To the Arctic

Before leaving, Luo Wei didn't forget that Qingyi was still waiting on the big tree. He picked her up and flew straight to the south of Green Vine City. It would take twenty or thirty minutes to drive there from the south of the city, not to mention that it was in a remote area with rugged mountain roads. If he left Qingyi alone, they would probably end up fighting each other the next time they met.

Back in the city, it was already past 1 a.m. Apart from the lively entertainment venues, most other places were dark. In the south of the city, there is a rule that any shop outside of business hours must turn off its lights after 10 p.m. The reason given is to build a civilized city, reject light pollution, and eliminate energy waste. After all, there are countless shops with electric signs in the south of the city. If all of them were lit up, the energy consumption would be enormous. From this perspective, this rule is not actually very strict.

Of course, conversely, there are also bustling cities that support lighting up at night, precisely to create the unique beauty of a vibrant metropolis. Some say that from space, the area with the most lights at night must be very prosperous, and this is indeed true. The strength of a country's or region's energy resources is linked to its prosperity. International metropolises like New York and Tokyo are always flashing neon lights at night, while large areas in Africa have no lights at all. Currently, they are not very developed, but they are still much better off than most countries in the world.

Luo Wei led Qingyi to the rooftop of an old building. Neither of them was in a hurry to go back. Instead, they sat on the edge of the building, enjoying the night view and trying to calm their nerves after what they had seen that night.

"To smoke or not to smoke?"

The woman in green took out a cigarette and handed it to Luo Wei.

"Don't smoke."

Luo Wei waved his hand, saying that he used to smoke in his previous life, but he hadn't smoked in this life, so he simply quit.

"Good habits."

Qingyi took a deep drag of her cigarette, her eyes instantly becoming much clearer. She cleared her throat and said, "Just now at the camp, I answered your question, saying that I would save that pickpocket, even though I know he deserves his punishment for his crimes and is incorrigible."

"Because you believe that everyone is innocent before trial?"

Luo Wei struck up a conversation casually.

"No, I just can't bear to watch a vibrant life die right before my eyes."

Qingyi took a few big puffs and finished the cigarette, then rubbed the cigarette butt on the ground to extinguish the flame.

Luo Wei didn't speak. He knew Qingyi was going to continue, so he didn't interrupt but listened silently.

The woman in green continued, "Perhaps you think the pickpocket deserves to die, but I want to give him a chance to reform. Everyone makes mistakes, and we should learn to be tolerant."

"Let me tell you a story. There used to be a notorious hoodlum in the south of the city. His family was very poor. His parents were farmers who came from the countryside to work hard in the city. They got married in their thirties and had a child when they were almost forty. His mother cherished this hard-won son and worked hard to earn money by doing odd jobs in a factory to support his education. His father, on the other hand, left early and returned late, and spent his days drinking, abusing his family, and gambling."

One day, Mother fell ill and became bedridden. Having exhausted the family's savings, she could barely get out of bed and could no longer work. Father, however, remained idle as usual. So, one day, a hoodlum called the police while Father was gambling with others, and Father was arrested.

Afterwards, the hoodlum tried to earn money to treat his mother's illness on his own, but his eagerness to succeed led him to make mistakes, dropping out of junior high school and starting to hang out on the streets.