What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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"what?"

Ian was somewhat surprised.

Clark's expression also showed slight surprise.

"What do you mean?"

He touched the box that Ian had abandoned at the scene where the thieves had tied him up, and asked, "Ian said he heard it with his own ears, that the group said they were from the military."

As soon as these words came out.

Before anyone else could react, Ian's eyes widened as he stared at Clark. He had caught Clark lying again; he had never said such a thing to Clark!

So, who actually heard it with their own ears?

"That's the problem—someone is impersonating the military and trying to sell this drug around the world, when it is not the result of our military's research."

Sam hesitated for a moment, but still leaked the information: "In fact, even the group of people you captured didn't know that they weren't originally working for the military."

As soon as these words came out.

Ian was also a little confused.

Clark frowned even more.

"Lex Luthor."

He suddenly spoke, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Perhaps it was a special intuition, but the old man was right. Sam nodded slowly, "After my investigation, I did find that this shipment was indeed related to Lex Luthor."

"Based on the several batches of reagents we subsequently raided, many of those medicines contained blood products from Kryptonians. We currently have no way of determining whether they originated from you."

Sam spoke in a deep voice.

This left Ian even more astonished.

He still remembered that those "Simulated Superman Potions" were labeled as 100% free of Kryptonian genes.

Depend on!

At this moment, Ian's mind was racing. He finally realized why the second place Hellcat took him to was Luther's factory in the suburbs.

Because the first raid site was also like that!

“Luther did collect some of my blood, but… you’re saying each bottle contains quite a bit?” Clark glanced at Ian, then frowned and looked at Sam.

"Yes."

Sam nodded.

"The user didn't die?"

Clark's eyes flickered.

"The reason I can still leisurely eat with you here now is, of course, because those potions were unsuccessful—without exception, all the potions we seized can only be described as failures."

“All users will die instantly. Clearly, it’s not a successful product, so I think Lex Luthor is hoping to cast a wide net to find a suitable candidate for the drug.”

Sam did not hide anything.

The official investigation results were stated.

"Perhaps only half-grown Kryptonians who drank those twelve potions will still be alive and kicking?" Sam said, turning to look at Ian. Clark and Louise also looked over with strange expressions.

Jonathan and Jordan didn't know why, but to fit in, they immediately followed suit. In an instant, all eyes were on Ian.

There were clearly only ten!

Ian was taken aback at first.

He immediately gasped. He suspected that his grandfather had spent too many years in the military and his old habits hadn't changed, so he was now taking kickbacks from him, his junior.

"The Twelve Branches, those people have already confessed. Don't worry, I won't ask you to vomit it out; you can keep it to yourself." Sam was very certain of his source.

"But I really only drank ten bottles."

Ian felt quite wronged.

Neither he nor those around him noticed.

A kitten that had tried to enter the dining room to find food secretly retreated back into the living room.

They even found a dark corner to hide in.

"Did Ian drink those terrible drugs that can kill people instantly?" Jordan and Jonathan only then realized what had happened. They weren't good at studying and just thought Ian was incredibly audacious.

They all crowded around to check if Ian had mutated.

"Will Ian be alright?"

Louise was also worried that Ian's pica would have irreversible consequences.

"This one……"

Clark was about to say something.

At this moment, the true super brain on Earth suddenly came into play, and inspirations from the Big Bang to the emergence of civilization on Earth flashed through his mind.

Super intelligent!

It's started!

"Hard to say."

Clark, in a deep voice, silently approached Ian from behind.

“However, I think that’s why he awakened his Kryptonian powers so quickly.” The old father spoke earnestly, gazing at his wife who had shown some doubt about him that evening.

His hands were now pressed on Ian's shoulders, and he emphasized the phrase "Kryptonian ability," as if he were hinting at some information to Louise.

Louise was taken aback at first.

immediately.

It dawned on me.

"..."

Ian didn't dare to say anything.

The old father's hands were large and warm.

He could sense it.

It also strongly implies a warning to oneself to shut up.

Chapter 100 Superman Turns Dark? Back in the Marvel Cinematic Universe! [10k]

Under normal circumstances, Ian cannot close his mouth at all.

However, in order to avoid having two red eyes, driven to the brink of collapse by his interrogation, sneak up on his bedside tonight, he could only immediately bury his head and stuff his mouth full of food.

That's too difficult!

Who says Superman can't be a story to scare kids? Feeling the heavy, mountain-like fatherly love on his shoulders, Ian chose to follow his heart, putting on an expression that said he had figured something out.

to be frank.

He didn't think those so-called superhuman potions could create superhumans. After all, he didn't gain much experience after drinking them, which showed that the technology and ruthlessness involved were simply not up to par.

of course.

Louise and the others present were clearly unaware of this.

"I see."

Louise's doubts and confusion vanished, leaving only a sense of wonder at the strange connection between Ian and Clark. She truly believed Clark's seemingly logical explanation.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. He knew that his super brain was meant for this kind of thing, and he had to use every means to maintain the harmony and stability of the family.

Despicable?

Clark felt somewhat despicable.

but.

"Please bear with Ian a little; this family will win." Clark was beginning to understand some of Batman's past plans based on weighing the pros and cons. After today, he felt he could forgive Batman's past actions a little more.

It was truly a situation with no other choice. After all, Clark couldn't very well say that Batman had told him before that Ian might be able to draw power from writing, could he? Even if Louise didn't believe it, Clark would still be skeptical even after seeing it with his own eyes. He bet that if he dared to say that, Louise would dare to make a pair of scissors out of kryptonite.

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

The super brain even allowed Clark to connect every possible outcome to his choices in minute detail.

Therefore.

Even the invincible Superman can't afford to gamble. Ian's stable reputation provides excellent cover for him; in fact, no one really doubts whether Ian's haphazard eating is reasonable.

After all, this makes perfect sense for Ian.

Both have received a confirmed diagnosis from a doctor.

"This is fantastic."

Seeing this, Jonathan couldn't help but speak up.

"With such amazing superhuman milk powder, why don't you let me have a sip? I think I can still be saved..." If given the chance, he would certainly want to be a second-generation superhero.

Even if the price is never being able to play rugby again.

A little disappointed.

However, following in one's father's footsteps is clearly more attractive and cost-effective than playing rugby.

"We can't be sure yet whether that drug really has the effect of awakening your dormant genes. We can't let you risk your life to test it."

Sam's serious reminder saved Clark some brain cells.

“Yes, darling, Ian might be an exception.” Louise quickly tried to persuade Jonathan, knowing that Ian’s ability to obtain Kryptonian power was very likely due to his exceptional ability.

Perhaps pica gave Ian an overly powerful digestive system.

Aliens.

Ultimately, they are all different.