Superman's End Manual

"Holy crap, bro? No, what's he doing here...?"

Ke Mingye's eye twitched violently. He looked up from his phone, puzzled.

The first thing I saw was the wooden door of my house, with a penguin ornament hanging from the door ring. Only then did I realize that I had been standing at the door playing on my phone for almost ten minutes.

During this time, he pretended to be playing on his phone, while focusing on manipulating the trickster doll to talk to Bai Qiuwu on the overpass.

He stood frozen in place for a full two seconds before his thoughts returned to their dazed state.

While manipulating the trickster puppet, Ke Mingye reached out with his sweaty hand and pressed the doorbell.

Soon, Bai Ziling opened the door for him.

She raised her red eyes and stared at him intently: "You took so long to go to the bathroom?"

Ke Mingye ignored her question, took off his shoes, and glanced around the living room: "Didn't you say that my older brother was back?"

"My brother said he has something to do and will be back later," said Bai Zini, who was sitting on the sofa playing on her phone. "Mom and Dad have kept the food warm and are waiting for you two to come and eat."

"Oh, it's not surprising that my brother always stands me up."

As he spoke, Ke Mingye took off his shoes, put on a pair of slippers, and slowly walked through the entryway to sit down at the kitchen table.

"It doesn't seem so strange..." He thought to himself as he picked up his chopsticks and put them in his mouth. "Was it because of the text message I sent to my older sister that it was exposed? But I really had no choice but to do it at the time. Does this mean I tricked my older sister?"

Half an hour ago, at Lao Jingmai Cafe.

Ke Yinzhi sat in a private room on the second floor of the coffee shop, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, studying the incident video that the Anomaly Control Bureau had collected from the public—the incident about "ten naked men running in front of the Yandai Cinema and the strange man who threw dice on the traffic light sign."

Soon, he noticed that the gray humanoid figure on the street in front of the Yandai Cinema was wearing a middle school uniform when it swung up to the traffic light sign using a spider web, which looked very incongruous.

He looked at the school uniform in the picture and raised his eyebrows: "I think this school uniform is the uniform of Huanjing No. 3 Middle School? That is... the high school that Mingye and Qiuwu attend."

Ke Yinzhi pondered for a moment, then asked the technical department of the control bureau for all of Bai Qiuwu's text message records and social media message records over the past month.

He took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, and quickly flipped through the documents. The text message records from the previous month were all normal.

Not long after, he discovered that someone had sent Bai Qiuwu an anonymous text message through a prank app today.

—Anonymous user: Sun Wukong, do you think it's possible that I'm right across from the Yanda Cinema right now?

—Anonymous User: The pasta at this Western restaurant is really good. The movie you're watching must be great too, but don't forget our rendezvous on the overpass tonight. Of course, if you're free now, we can meet up first.

—Bai Qiuwu: I'm at the Western restaurant, where are you?

—Anonymous user: Received. Wait for me there for a while?

"...Sun Wukong?"

Ke Yinzhi stared at the text on his phone, silently reciting the name in his mind. He quickly thought of a person, a superhuman vigilante who had been active in China for three years—"Black Wukong, the God of the Universe".

He was deeply impressed by this person because both "Black Wukong the God" and "Zeus the God" were on the Anomaly Control Bureau's list of the highest-secret dangerous individuals. This meant that the Bureau had been keeping an eye on them for quite some time, and they had one thing in common: they were both "gods".

After years of research, the Bureau of Anomalies has concluded that "all those who possess supernatural powers will inevitably go out of control after reaching the sixth stage, and this trend is unavoidable." As long as they are supernatural powers, they will eventually go out of control. They are too powerful and are nothing more than humanoid nuclear bombs that could explode at any time. Keeping them alive would pose a great threat to human civilization.

Therefore, they must be dealt with before they get out of control.

But Zeus is a world-renowned superhero, ranking No. 3 in the Superhero Roundtable. His reputation practically represents the "Superhero Association," so naturally, the association protects him.

Therefore, due to Zeus's status, the Bureau of Anomalies has been hesitant to take action against him, instead waiting for a suitable opportunity, an opportunity to pull him down from his pedestal.

But the "Black Wukong" who possesses divine powers is different. Unlike Zeus, he doesn't have a powerful background, so he was naturally placed at the highest priority on the list of those to be dealt with.

In other words, there will come a day in the future when the Bureau of Anomalies will launch an anomaly eradication operation against "Black Wukong, the God-like One," and even "Zeus, the God-like One."

As one of the five S-level executors of the Anomaly Control Bureau, Ke Yinzhi would naturally participate in this operation.

At this moment, seeing the words "Sun Wukong" here, a hint of disbelief naturally flashed across his eyes.

Ke Yinzhi lowered her gaze, running her index finger across her lips as she shifted her focus, fixing her attention on the phrase "a rendezvous on the overpass."

"viaduct."

He didn't need to search to know that currently only one of the elevated highways surrounding Beijing is in a state of disuse.

That's Viaduct No. 7.

The reason this viaduct was abandoned is ostensibly due to structural safety issues, but in reality, it's because of a paranormal incident that occurred there two years ago, which remains unresolved to this day.

Five superheroes died in that incident. The Bureau of Abnormal Control took over the investigation and eventually suspected the supervillain "Watchman" was responsible, but there was no evidence. So they temporarily shut down the operation of the No. 7 viaduct, which has not been fully reopened to this day, and the incident is still under investigation.

"The No. 7 overpass..."

Ke Yinzhi stood up from the table and walked down the circular staircase, a deep light swirling in his pupils. "Let me see with my own eyes what my little Qiuwu is doing."

Not long after, he changed into an enforcement officer's uniform and personally went to the top of the No. 7 elevated highway around Beijing.

And it was above that overpass that his gaze pierced through a raging inferno and saw two figures engulfed in flames.

They looked at each other and said something.

The former is the "Dice Monster" who showed up on Yandaipang Commercial Street this afternoon, the one who inexplicably blew up the traffic light pole;

The latter is the world-renowned superhuman vigilante, "Black Wukong," and also one of the top figures on the Bureau of Anomalies' list of most dangerous individuals.

What can I say?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 51 Family Gathering

"Isn't this Judge? What brings you here?"

The puppet raised a non-existent eyebrow, then lowered its right hand and shot a spider silk thread towards a distant street lamp, which stuck to the yellowish lampshade. It leaped up from the bridge, grabbed the spider silk, and swung out of the flames, landing with a thud in front of the Black Judge.

Then, she extended her burned arm to him: "Shall we be friends, Judge? I have admired your name for a long time."

"Did you reach out the wrong hand?" the Black Judge asked, tilting his head, the blood-red V on his mask tilting as he did so.

"It seems to make sense."

Reminded of this, the doll looked down and then stretched out its intact hand.

The next moment, a dark and profound light swept across the Black Judge's hand, and the puppet's right hand broke off instantly, flying horizontally in the cold wind above the overpass.

"Let's be reasonable. You're an executive officer from the Control Bureau and a near-superhero, and you just broke both of my hands like that. Your manners are really low... Let me guess, you're both fans of Blue Raven, right? I suggest you don't learn from these low-quality superheroes. They can easily corrupt children."

The doll stared at its right hand flying in the sky, waved its two severed arms helplessly, and muttered to itself.

"I'm sorry, you're not qualified to shake my hand," the Black Judge said slowly. "I have no interest in you. Go away, you're not the one I'm looking for." As he spoke, he walked towards Black Wukong.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled up his glove, and a jet-black light spread out from the back of his hand, enveloping and devouring the Samadhi True Fire on the overpass like dark matter, and the flames in front of him vanished in an instant.

Is this the strength of A++ level? Ke Mingye wondered. So what exactly is his older brother's background? Is he a superhuman?

Black Wukong turned his head to look at this scene, typed in the notes app on his phone, and turned the screen towards him. The top of the screen read: "Are you a superhuman?"

“If I had to say…” the Black Judge ran his hand along the chin of the mask, “I’d say I’m half a mutant.”

"My older brother is a mutant? Now the ecosystem at home is complete. Does Mom have some kind of OCD? She has to collect all the superhuman races, right?" Ke Mingye thought.

Black Wukong continued typing, then lifted the screen: "Who are you?"

"Black Judge." A mechanical yet magnetic voice came from behind Ke Yinzhi's mask, "Executor of the Anomaly Control Bureau."

Black Wukong typed with his head down, then turned the screen towards him: "What a coincidence, we both have the word 'Black' in our codenames. But someone else gave them to me, I don't need a codename."

“It’s quite a coincidence, but it doesn’t matter. You set fire to the overpass, which violated the law. I’m now making a demand on you in the name of the Bureau of Abnormal Control…” The Black Judge paused, “…remove your mask.”

Black Wukong calmly looked at his V-sign mask, typed, and raised his phone: "I refuse."

"It seems I have to make this clear," the Black Judge said helplessly. "You should have already seen from what just happened that you are no match for me. Or do you want to verify this for yourself before you're satisfied?"

Ke Mingye said, "Are you still deceiving yourself? She's your little sister, what's so hard about admitting it?"

While manipulating the con artist, he recklessly jumped between the two of them, saying, "Wait, did you ask me before you hit her? I'm her good friend."

As the puppet spoke, it patted Black Wukong's shoulder with its severed arm.

Black Wukong typed, then coldly raised his phone to the overly familiar man: "Who's your good friend?"

"Me." The puppet pointed to itself, then to the Black Judge. "It can't be him again, can it?"

"What a clown." The Black Judge turned to look at him, the V on his metal mask flashing crimson. "I've already let you go, aren't you leaving?"

"Why are you leaving?" the doll said, putting its two missing arms on its hips. "I'm not going to die, and I can even stick my tongue out at you."

It opened its mouth, about to stick out its tongue, but then quickly covered its mouth, sweating profusely, and said, "Oh, so I don't have a tongue?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark glint, barely perceptible to the naked eye, flashed across the Black Judge's hand, and the puppet's head landed on the ground, rolled twice on the overpass, and came to rest at Black Wukong's feet.

"It seems you've lost not only your tongue, but also your head," the Black Judge said, shrugging.

"Well, to be precise, I don't have a head anymore, I have a body."

The doll's head stood upside down on the ground, and it said, "You people are really cruel, you know? Treating a little minion like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Black Wukong casually swept his golden cudgel across the ground, like hitting a golf ball, sending its head flying off the edge of the overpass and into the city.

“It seems it doesn’t even have a head anymore,” the Black Judge continued.

Immediately afterwards, the doll's remaining body swayed in the wind for a moment before slowly collapsing to the ground, its body cracking violently and heating up.

Just moments before the explosion, the body was completely enveloped by the dark light emanating from the judge's hand, resembling a black mummy. The explosion occurred within that layer of darkness, neutralized before even a sound could be heard. Nevertheless, a strange laugh suddenly rang out on the overpass, reaching the ears of the two.

As the laughter subsided, the judge turned his gaze back to Black Wukong and said in a low voice, "Now, let's get back to our topic. Please remove your mask."