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

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"Okay, Dad, I'll be right back."

Ian hung up the phone.

He nodded to the reporters with a blank expression.

"Sorry, I have to go home and get a beating. I'll share another true story with you all next time—my abusive father." After saying that, there was a loud "boom".

Ian shot into the air from the spot.

He disappeared from the stunned gazes of the reporters.

He wasn't in a good mood.

Because he heard his mother's voice on the other end of the phone. His mother was confiscating the shredded meat he had stockpiled, and judging from his father's tone, the "Shredded Meat Superman" account was probably going to be permanently banned.

"Don't follow me!"

Ian removed the stockings.

He kicked away the red-robed Grim Reaper who had followed him into the sky.

The Grim Reaper feels good.

He was kicked so hard that he landed in a spiral, which gave him instant gratification.

"The ancestor of account switching, hmm, not bad." Ian thought of all the other accounts he had, and his recent depression immediately disappeared. He happily flew towards the parking lot.

Night was high in the sky.

soon.

Ian, whose speed rivaled that of a fighter jet, landed on the asphalt surface of the parking lot, his boots making a soft whirring sound as he walked towards his unique Hellcat.

It remained there quietly.

The car paint gleamed with a dark red sheen under the moonlight.

Like a lurking beast.

As Ian approached, his keen hearing picked up on the unusual breathing sounds inside the car—not Madison's rapid, drowsy breathing, but two unfamiliar, steady breaths.

"I got scammed for free again?"

Ian frowned, his golden pupils narrowing slightly in the darkness. He walked around to the front of the vehicle, his fingers gripping the edge of the hood, and slowly lifted the Hellcat's hood.

"..."

Ian fell silent.

I saw.

Two unconscious boys were huddled in the engine compartment.

The smaller one, with brown curly hair and a few streaks of grease on his handsome face, was none other than Sam Winchester, the classmate he had once threatened so fiercely.

The older blond youth standing next to him was obviously Dean Winchester, the elder of the two demon-slaying brothers, and Michael the angel's backup vessel on Earth.

Sam is the same.

Sam is the human vessel for Lucifer, the King of Hell. However, since Lucifer is currently having a great time in Los Angeles, Ian isn't sure if this premise still holds true.

The story of these two brothers.

The only thing Ian could clearly remember was that Dean would sleep with a beautiful woman every now and then. Those actresses were really beautiful, and even many of the female extras who died had their own unique charm.

She's the kind of woman who could be the female lead in any other story.

"Seriously, Dean is about a third as handsome as me, and he looks exactly like the soldier boy." Ian pulled the two unconscious brothers out and threw them into the trunk.

He planned to dump the two people wherever he needed to on his way.

That is, Dean and Sam's house.

Ian knew the two brothers' residence inside and out. For some well-known reasons, he knew exactly where many of his classmates lived and how many people lived in their homes.

"They must have discovered something was wrong with my Hellcat, came to investigate, and then got killed by my car." Ian could make that judgment without even observing the scene. The two Winchester brothers were no ordinary people; they were born witchers, because it was their destiny from birth.

The fates of the pawns in Heaven and Hell are, of course, already inextricably linked to them. This is true of the entire Winchester family; everyone in their family possesses the genes to be a vessel for angels and demons.

"Buzz~"

Suddenly, a burst of hot air shot out of the Hellcat's exhaust pipe.

As if in response.

"Throw your brother in jail"

"Everybody went bad."

"Situation, aggravation" (meaning a difficult or unfavorable situation)

……

Radio music also played simultaneously.

The Hellcat was expressing that it listened to Ian's teachings, only putting the bad guys in prison. However, its understanding of prison was somewhat different from Ian's.

"Sweetie, don't hide your prey in the engine compartment next time. Their saliva will contaminate your engine oil." Ian didn't scold him, but instead inquired about the health of his Hellcat.

The hellcat was overjoyed.

"Let's go home first. I'm going to sleep in half an hour."

Just as Ian was about to get into the car, a faint fragrance filled the air, and to his surprise, he also heard a very faint sound of wings flapping.

"An evil god."

A deep voice came from behind.

Ian turned around and saw a man in a beige trench coat standing about three meters away. His posture was unnaturally straight, and his eyes gleamed with a rich golden light in the shadows.

Even more dazzling than Ian's eyes.

"Angel?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

She looked at the wings that were gradually closing behind the man.

"Cassidy?"

He thought of the two brothers he had thrown into the trunk. These two brothers would indeed have a guardian angel in their destiny, and the angel in front of him looked very much like that angel.

"The evil god."

The angel Cassidy did not respond to Ian; He simply took a step forward. "I don't care if you steal faith from humanity, but these two men have a mission bestowed upon them by the Lord."

“You must release them.” The angel Cassidio’s tone was firm and left no room for argument. His golden eyes were fixed on the boy who was slightly shorter than him.

"Let's talk about the theft of people's faith in detail."

Ian did not avoid eye contact.

He thought of the magical power that had just surged so dramatically.

"Don't play dumb in front of me. You can't fool an angel. Release those two, or you'll be trying to antagonize our entire Heaven..."

Cassidio's wings sprang out again.

An attempt to intimidate.

however.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Another sound of wings unfolding interrupted his threat. A black angel rushed out, seemingly appearing out of thin air, and immediately covered Cassidio's mouth.

"Have we met before?"

Ian felt a sense of familiarity with the burly angel.

"Never seen it? How could I have seen it?"

The burly angel quickly denied it, saying he was the angel Amanadir.

"I'm sorry, he's not an angel, just a poor man. I'm going to take him for treatment now. You can continue. Oh, and remember, there's no such thing as heaven."

“We live in a scientific age, we believe in science, we believe in extraterrestrials.” Angel Amanadir smiled at Ian, ignoring the “uh-uh” sounds Cassidio made as he struggled.

He dragged Cassidy back a few steps.

The two gradually disappeared into the air like chalk drawings being erased.

"..."

Ian remained silent for a long time, having already recognized the identity of the second angel. It was precisely because of this that he found the events that had occurred in the blink of an eye to be utterly absurd and bizarre.

"God's firstborn son? There are mentally ill angels too?"

It took Ian a long time to finally manage to utter this sentence.

no way.

It's no wonder he suspected Amanadir of having a mental illness. As an angel, how could he deny the existence of Heaven? What else could it be but a blatant lack of loyalty to Heaven?

Only the explanation of mental illness, which fits any explanation, can account for such a bizarre situation.

"It can't be that I'm hallucinating, can it? I didn't go picking mushrooms to eat by the roadside tonight because of creative block." Ian has lived in this world for almost fifteen years.

This was truly the first time he had ever doubted his mental state. He recognized both angels, but he was still somewhat bewildered by what had just happened.

"That's weird." Ian scratched his head and reached for the car door handle again—whoosh, the Hellcat moved on its own and rushed out as if in a hurry.

It simply changed its parking spot and parked there.

"????"

Just as Ian was starting to wonder why his car had suddenly "defected" and began to suspect that mental illness was contagious, his super hearing caught something unusual.

"Boom~"

Dust flew and sparks flew.

A red figure smashed through three SUVs in the parking lot.

He eventually fit into the door of the fourth car.

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal twisting, the masked monster, still crackling with golden electricity, landed limply like a rag doll—he was Barry Allen, the Flash!