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"Run! Run!"
The panicked crowd scattered and fled, some falling, some crying out, the whole neighborhood was in complete chaos. As they passed Ian, someone suddenly paused, then turned back.
"It's Superman! Superman is here! We're saved!" The survivors of the Spider-Man incident recognized Ian, and this shout instantly ignited the fleeing crowd.
"Superman? The world's first superhero?!" Spider-Man's spider-sense didn't raise an alarm, but his ears perked up, keenly catching this keyword.
He dodged the lizardman's attack with a backflip and looked in the direction the crowd was heading. There he saw a boy, about ten years old, suddenly levitate in mid-air with his hands on his hips.
The sunlight shone on him.
It seemed to be coated with a sacred glow.
“Yes, that’s right, that’s right, I am Superman.” Ian was all excited, he couldn’t have been happier. Sure enough, even people in the Marvel Universe could see his Superman family’s bloodline.
This wasn't Ian hacking his own father's account; it was the people who spontaneously called him Superman, and with the public's support, Ian had no choice but to "reluctantly" step forward.
"You guys are really good at manipulating me, but I like this kind of hero blackmail. 'I'm here, and everyone's safe and sound!'" He loudly proclaimed with a wildly upturned smile.
All eyes were on Ian, and the lizardman clearly sensed something was wrong. He growled, somewhat fearful, and turned to run away.
"You're not getting away! I, Superman, will not allow any evil creature to become an outlaw!" Ian's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next second he descended from the sky.
"Boom!"
He stomped the lizardman directly into the cracked asphalt road.
The ground collapsed instantly, creating a large crater.
Smoke and dust were everywhere.
"Good afternoon, everyone." When Ian saw someone taking pictures with their phone, he immediately flashed his standard hero's smile and even struck a pose for the camera.
The lizardman struggled frantically at his feet, but Ian's feet were like a mountain, unmoving.
“Let me go—!!!”
The lizardman's impotent rage.
It opened its blood-red maw, ready to bite.
Ian stuffed his arm into his mouth, breaking more than a dozen of his mutated teeth. In his agony, he only saw Ian pull out a tube of super glue and stick it back into his mouth.
The lizardmen, of course, wanted to resist.
Unfortunately to no avail.
The gap in strength between the two sides is simply too huge.
When super glue comes into play.
"Ugh... Ugh ugh ugh!!!"
The lizardman's roar instantly turned into a muffled groan.
"Is this... the ability of the world's first superhero?" Spider-Man, who had been dodging everywhere when debris was flying, has finally returned to the battlefield.
However, the battle was already over.
It was an instant kill.
He stared in disbelief and muttered to himself.
"Hey, Spider Boy, want to chat?" Ian noticed him, beckoned with a smile, and Peter hesitated for a moment, but still swung down on his web to Ian.
“Uh, Mr. Superman, thank you for your help, but this guy is actually my… well, mutated mentor.” Peter scratched his head, his tone a little embarrassed.
"I know I know."
Ian waved his hand, looking knowing.
"No one understands mutation better than me; I am the king of mutation."
He said this with confidence, even though he didn't know why he got a new job, but he still had a new topic of conversation that could support him in terms of mutation.
of course.
He hasn't unlocked this new profession yet.
"Oh, no, it's the Mutant Overlord." Ian looked at the information about his unlocked class and corrected himself. Unlocking this class requires collecting the blood of 12 mutated individuals.
"As expected, my luck is at its peak." Ian looked at the Lizard Man at his feet and the Spider-Man in front of him. Of course, he wouldn't let go of these two opportunities that were delivered to his doorstep.
"I need you to help me mutate!" With that, he bent down, pulled an oversized syringe from his pocket, and plunged it into the lizardman's arm.
"hiss--!!!"
The lizardman thrashed wildly, but Ian slapped his head down.
"Don't move, it's just a blood draw." Ian muttered as he drew blood. "I don't like mimicking a lizard, so I'm not killing you. You've really hit the jackpot this time."
You must remember my kindness.
Ian offered a friendly reminder.
"Uh huh!!!"
The lizardmen continue to struggle.
Seeing that the other party was still not behaving himself, Ian sighed and punched the lizardman in the forehead.
Boom!
The world is purified.
Spider-Man: "..."
He silently took half a step back.
After Ian finished drawing blood, he looked at the green liquid in the test tube with satisfaction, then turned and stared at Spider-Man. Spider-Man seemed to understand what was going on from Ian's gaze.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Spider-Man looked around and lowered his voice. He didn't want to be pinned to the ground and have his blood drawn in public.
“No problem.” Ian nodded, picked up the Lizard Man who was tied up like a giant dumpling, then grabbed Spider-Man, and soared into the sky, arriving directly in the deserted alley.
The speed was too fast.
This is a bit too exciting for Spider-Man.
"Come on, give me some of your blood, I'll pay you." Ian pulled out a wad of cash, eager to try his luck, while Spider-Man, still somewhat shaken, looked on with a hint of helplessness.
"Mr. Superman, you are the evil god that Ms. Gwen mentioned, right?" Spider-Man hesitated slightly before finally asking tentatively.
Ian was taken aback, then proudly puffed out his chest: "That's right, it's me! You should call me Lord Evil God! Sure enough, I knew you must have taken Gwen as your master."
"Stop calling me Superman, call me Lord Evil God, I like that title too." Today, the Evil God, who doesn't have much truth to say, chose to boast about his super brain.
In this regard.
Spider-Man fell silent for a moment.
I didn't know how to respond.
"Please give me some blood."
Ian spoke again, full of anticipation.
"So, you're here to rescue Ms. Gwen? Ms. Gwen's condition isn't very good right now..." Seeing Ian's expression, Spider-Man decisively chose to follow his heart.
He exposed his arm, allowing Ian to draw a small vial of his blood.
of course.
Spider-Man also accepted Ian's money.
After all, selling blood is quite common in America.
Of course, I feel perfectly justified in taking it.
"What happened to Gwen?"
After putting away the second sample of mutant blood, Ian asked the question. In his memory, Gwen was always either already injured or on her way to being injured, so he didn't seem too surprised.
of course.
This time might be an exception.
I saw.
"She's dying."
Spider-Man is known for his outrageous and thought-provoking statements.
In a word.
This left Ian stunned.
Chapter 149 The Sovereign of Mutation! Old Soldiers Never Die!
In an empty alley.
The night in New York was deep and dark.
The air was filled with the smell of a mixture of engine oil and sesame oil.
"She's about to die."
Upon hearing Spider-Man Peter Parker's slightly worried words, Ian's expression clearly faltered for a moment, and after a brief silence, he asked in a strange tone.
"What's going on? Gwen is going to die again?" Ian frowned, feeling incredulous. It seemed that every time he met Gwen, she was in a precarious situation.
I was shocked.
However, I wasn't particularly shocked.
"again?"
Peter blinked, puzzled.
Why did you say "again"?
His focus was clearly very sharp. As an ordinary New Yorker who didn't understand the bond between Ian and Gwen, it's normal that Peter Parker wasn't aware of Gwen's "cool" nature.
"Uh……"
Ian reclaimed his patented blinking ability and blinked twice. "Never mind the details. Tell me, what happened to Gwen? The last time I saw her, she was hanging herself from Times Square on a web."