"That battle suit of yours, with the white base, red trim, and black cape, is actually quite nice to look at."
"Thanks. Before, some people said I was copying Homelander, and the reviews were all negative, so I felt quite pressured wearing it."
"Heh, are there many superhumans like you in the Dragon Kingdom?"
"I can't say, Mr. Superman. We're just chatting. If you were willing to join our combat squad, I could tell you everything."
"That's a real pity."
"No worries, I'm used to being rejected. If possible, I hope you can keep our identities confidential."
High in the night sky, Zero Heart, Wang Changhai, wearing his white suit with a black cape, waved a stylish goodbye to the much taller Superman in the red cape on the other side.
Watching his carefree demeanor, Shawn smiled for once: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your mission, but I can tell that the Dragon Kingdom has a very effective research program for superhumans."
Wang Changhai was not like the superhumans Shawn had seen in America; although he was a bit scatterbrained, his emotions seemed quite stable, which suggested that the research on superhumans in the East might not be lagging behind.
However, Shawn had never heard any reports about Wang Changhai in newspapers or on the news; perhaps it was just a difference in national circumstances.
Tonight, Shawn had enjoyed a candlelight dinner with his wife and children and had originally planned to have a good night's sleep at the hotel before heading back.
However, he sensed someone flying by quietly in the sky at a considerable speed. Driven by curiosity, he followed them, which led to the conversation just now.
Zero Heart appeared to have finished his mission and was preparing to go home.
"Thanks, brother Superman."
Wang Changhai blinked his phoenix eyes, feeling that Superman was still trying to fish for information from him, so he quickly waved goodbye: "Let me know if you ever visit the East, bye!"
'Whoosh!' Saying that, he flew away without looking back, his speed even more outrageous than before.
In the distance, the Hickam Air Force Base dimly lit up with warning lights.
Watching the black cape gradually disappear into the night, Shawn couldn't help but chuckle: "We just had a rare chat; am I really that scary?"
He might not have felt it, but the aerial battle between him and Homelander that day had already been repeatedly watched and analyzed by organizations and individuals with ulterior motives all over the world.
While the public saw it as entertainment, those in the know could glean countless pieces of real data.
Today, Superman enjoyed a very high reputation worldwide and was recognized as one of the forces not to be trifled with.
Wang Changhai's identity appeared to still be under wraps; as a secret weapon capable of rivaling Homelander, he was even less willing to provoke him.
Shawn shook his head, "It seems that superhumans are popping up all over the world like bamboo shoots after a spring rain; America might not be so special anymore."
That made sense.
Frederick Vought had been using prisoners for human experimentation at the Dachau concentration camp in the 1940s, which gave birth to the first generation of compound v.
Decades had passed, and this serum had been continuously iterated by Vought International and flowed to all parts of the world through various channels.
Over such a long span of time, it hadn't vanished; no matter how strict the control or how well it was hidden, it was impossible for there to be no leaks at all.
Shawn had previously learned about some of the sales channels from Ezekiel; just looking at the distribution links in the hands of that old perverted pastor, there were already many loopholes, not to mention an entire vast and complex network.
Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents had long been surging.
Shawn thought of Soldier Boy.
That American first-generation hero who liked to race was still lying in the Soviet Union's freezer, occasionally being subjected to AK-47 gargling and poison gas fumigation. He wondered if he had mastered the nuclear chest blast skill yet.
From the Soviet Union's perspective, after studying him for decades, even an idiot would have gained something, let alone a massive state mechanism.
The same logic applied to other countries.
Shawn reminded himself that he was in the real, complete The Boys universe, and his future focus could not just be limited to the tip of the iceberg that was America.
This small interlude did not affect the pace of Shawn and Mira's life.
The next day, they flew back to the hillside manor with their three children.
There was a piece of ordinary news buried in the massive amount of entertainment news: "Large-scale abnormal undercurrent activity occurred in the waters off the Pacific Fleet Headquarters at Pearl Harbor, suspected to be controlled by superhumans. At the same time, unidentified flying objects were briefly spotted in the air, and the possibility of a struggle between superhumans cannot be ruled out."
Shawn noticed this news and was lost in thought.
However, none of this had anything to do with the couple's life. They returned to the small town and continued their plain but fulfilling little life.
Mira's days were very packed: feeding the children, doing experiments, and then practicing with Shawn.
She was always concerned about the Supergirl costume, preparing to make a big move once her abilities improved. The world needed Superman, and it also needed his wife, Supergirl.
"Honey, I think our training methods should be balanced with some relaxation..."
Besides spending time with his wife and children, Shawn would sometimes take a stroll in space. The remaining limited time was given to Matthew and Alex, the two young superheroes in urgent need of improvement.
Ever since they started hanging out with Mr. Superman, these two teenagers had never stopped their pursuit of getting stronger.
After day-after-day of strict training, Matthew's strength was barely passable. His tongue-ejection ability had been developed to a certain extent, and his raw strength was at least no longer at the bottom of the city-level tier.
As for Alex, due to improvements in speed and physical enhancement, his progress seemed even greater. At such a young age, he had already touched the threshold of the state-level tier.
The two boys' fame gradually spread in Texas.
Because they learned from Superman to keep their identities hidden, ordinary people did not know their true identities. They only knew that they were very close to the 'House of Superman', so whenever people needed to find them later, they would naturally go to the 'House of Superman'.
Everyone knew that they were part-time security personnel for the 'House of Superman', and they were thus completely bound together with Superman.
This day, because Matthew had taken on his first commercial endorsement of his superhero career and earned over a hundred thousand dollars, he finally got rid of the days of needing Mr. Kent's financial support.
He felt that he was constantly growing, both physically and mentally.
Now, he even possessed these external material things he had once dreamed of without even realizing it. It all felt like a dream.
Matthew was overjoyed by this and excitedly brought his endorsed product to find Shawn.
"..."
When he arrived at the manor's courtyard, the product in Matthew's hand clattered to the ground. He opened his mouth wide, unable to believe the scene before him.
Those three little ones were definitely the Kent family's kids, but just a few days ago, they hadn't looked like this at all.
In the yard, Shawn and Mira were leisurely sunbathing.
Shawn had known Matthew was coming. He opened his eyes and greeted him: "Yo! Heard you made a little money, keep it up!"
Matthew was dumbfounded, as if he hadn't heard, staring blankly at the three outrageous little figures in the yard.
Not far away.
The three children were sprinting continuously on the lawn in the yard, their speeds becoming more and more exaggerated. Their game of tag had been upgraded to a hellish difficulty level that would make special forces soldiers weep.
Eight or nine-month-old little Supermen, all of them walking and running, didn't seem like a big deal.
The problem was, while running, Benjamin, wearing a diaper and holding a pacifier, just flew up as if it were a game!
What was even more outrageous was that as he flew, he would perform short-distance flashes—actual, instantaneous spatial teleportation without any warning!
"Huh?!"
"I didn't play games yesterday, and my sleep was good too. Is, is this right?!"
Matthew was stunned. He rubbed his eyes hard, confirming again and again, almost thinking something was wrong with his eyes.
Benjamin wasn't the only outrageous one; it was just that his abilities were too flashy, making him stand out.
In fact, the other two little ones who had also learned to run seemed to have equally excessive new abilities...
'Stupid Matthew, dodge to the right.'
A childish voice rang in Matthew's mind. Yes, in his mind.
Matthew didn't have time to think and instinctively dodged to the right.
The next moment.
'Whoosh! Boom!!'
A pitch-black barbell plate made of special material, marked 500kg, was thrown over like a frisbee.
Matthew only felt the sound of wind whistling past his ears, and then the fence behind him let out a loud bang and collapsed.
If he had been hit in the head just now...
Matthew snapped back to reality and couldn't help but shiver.
"Iya haha~~!"
Two little ones ran over happily, their movements even more nimble than parkour.
Matthew's eyelids twitched, his face twisted into a mask of pain, and he shouted: "Hey! Don't come over here!!"
He was absolutely certain that Christopher had spoken in his mind just now, and at that time, that damn barbell frisbee hadn't even been thrown by Alexander yet!
So, how did Christopher do it?
By extremely precise prediction? Or by that mysterious telepathy just now?
Perhaps both.
But even with such an outrageous ability, it didn't seem easy for little Chris to safely dodge Alex's 'capture'.
Because Alexander was now also in a state that Matthew had never seen before.
His whole body was enveloped in a faint red luster, looking as if he were coated in a layer of metallic-colored lubricant, clinging to his delicate skin.
In this state, Alexander's agility increased greatly, but the increase in strength seemed even more terrifying.
On his small shoulders, he was carrying dozens of barbell plates of different weights, easily holding them in place with his small hands while sprinting, stacked from largest to smallest, looking taller than two of him.
Was this tens of tons, or hundreds of tons?!
Alexander sprinted, occasionally pulling out a 'frisbee' and throwing it at Christopher in front, trying to slow him down.
In Matthew's eyes, this was nothing short of a terrifying little upright humanoid monster!
Beside Alexander, basically just passing by would result in abrasions, and a touch would probably kill someone.
Just like that, these two cute little things were rushing towards him.
The result...
Matthew trembled inside, standing there with cold sweat on his face, thinking instinctively: "I'm fucking done for, the Kent family's kids are going to crash me into meat paste."
'Don't speak ill of us!'
Christopher's telepathy was simply pervasive; Matthew's mind was completely undefended against him.
'Get down.'
The little thing's command came again.
Matthew's eyes lost focus, but knowing little Chris had a sharp tongue but a good heart, he obediently did as told.
Saved once again.
Christopher ran over quickly, using Matthew as an obstacle, placing his hands on his head, and vaulted over in an instant.
'Whoosh!' 'Whoosh!' 'Whoosh!'
Three frisbees of astonishing speed grazed past where Matthew's head, chest, and vital areas had been.
Alexander, glowing red, took a leap, as agile as a young tiger showing its fangs for the first time, and also easily stepped over him.
The two figures ran into the distance.
The little figure in the sky also followed closely, flying near from time to time to harass them and trip them up; the scene was very cheerful.
Matthew lay on the ground, the joy of having just received an endorsement completely washed away.
His gaze followed the three little ones, muttering to himself: "Can't slack off, I have to train more, otherwise I won't even be qualified to play with children..."
"Heh, surprised, right?"
Shawn looked at the stunned Matthew, feeling quite pleased.
Even he himself had been shocked by these three sons, let alone Matthew.
At this moment, deep in his mind, the children's abilities were undergoing changes again; this time, their differences were gradually beginning to show.
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