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

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Louise looked very confused. She looked at her husband, who was usually quite taciturn, and wondered why he wasn't cooperating with her in encouraging the child.

Clark swallowed the food in his mouth and pointed helplessly to the ceiling.

“I wasn’t thinking about that guy. I’m not talking because Ian is too noisy, I can’t hear anything.” He was obviously trying to change the subject by mentioning his youngest son.

The effect is also very good.

"Ok?"

Louise looked up in surprise, her voice tinged with astonishment, "Ian's upstairs? Didn't he say he wasn't going to eat dinner and was going to stay out a little longer?"

This was the information she and Ian had gathered over the phone. Jordan looked up as well; his eyes could see through physical barriers, but he saw nothing except a hole in the roof.

Ian's room was empty.

"He's in heaven."

Clark finally began to instruct his second son, "You should listen carefully, he's circling above our house, flying back and forth."

"It's already over three hundred laps."

Although mentioning Ian was meant to change the subject, Clark's expression was genuinely helpless. He hadn't actually had such a strong desire to show off when he first awakened his flight ability.

"I can fly now."

Jordan was silenced by his father's gaze as soon as he opened his mouth.

He immediately bent down and started picking at the peas on the plate.

“He’s just a kid, he’s just awakened his abilities, that’s how it is.” Louise looked at her husband meaningfully, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, her eyes carrying an unfathomable feeling.

Superman Potion.

Is it really that effective?

for this matter.

Louise still harbored some doubts.

And at this time.

"Slap!" Clark suddenly slapped his forehead.

"What is it now?" Louise asked, forking a piece of carrot.

"Ian just saved a plane with an engine failure."

Clark looked like he'd swallowed a lemon.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Louise's eyes lit up.

She would be happy to see her son inherit his father's business.

"First of all, only one engine of that plane was damaged. Secondly, there is absolutely no one who would make a 'whoosh' sound while trying to save a plane."

Clark's lips twitched. He had been a professional plane rescuer for thirty years, and his words carried considerable weight. "He had been holding the plane up with both hands and circling it three times in the air."

"The crew and passengers all felt like they had encountered a ghost." The old father's voice carried an indescribable emotion; he could indeed hear everything happening in the sky accurately.

what is this?

Want to play with paper airplanes?

An eerie silence fell over the table. Jordan's fork froze in mid-air, a pea clinking back into the plate. Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the front door.

Jonathan walked in carrying large bags and packages, still carrying the chill of the night air.

"Where did you go today? On a date?" Louise immediately put on a gentle smile and began to inquire about her child's private life like most parents would.

Fortunately, Jonathan wasn't the rebellious type.

"I went to the church and bought some things while I was there."

Jonathan put the shopping bag on the ground and honestly answered the question about his itinerary. Louise casually opened the shopping bag and found that it didn't contain any snacks or daily necessities.

In this very heavy bag.

It was filled with all sorts of statues of gods.

Jesus, Buddha, Zeus, Odin, Ra, Vishnu... there are so many kinds, Jonathan probably bought back every kind of idol that can be found on Earth.

Louise, Jordan, and Clark all looked at Jonathan with bewildered expressions.

"What is this doing?"

Louise suspects Jonathan has been scammed.

Hear the words.

Jonathan scratched his head shyly.

"I mainly think that when it comes to faith, believing as much as you have can't hurt, right?" He flashed his signature sunny smile, his words carrying a subtle effect of silencing others.

"Why is Dad here?"

Jordan silently pulled a still-warm statue out of the bag.

“Ian said this must be believed, and I think it makes sense. I even made a statue of him and you.” Jonathan’s response was deafening, but the statue he pulled out made the dining room even quieter.

This is perhaps the bond of family.

The Kent family.

They do indeed look somewhat different from others.

Check it out.

Louise gripped the bottle again; the rationalist was ready to begin his rational analysis.

Chapter 110 The God of Speed! The Flash in Danger! [122k]

Under the night sky of the metropolis.

There were no dark clouds.

Star bright.

A Boeing passenger plane was flying smoothly at high altitude.

Of course, even though it is flying very smoothly now, it does not affect the fact that all the oxygen masks in the cabin have been deployed, and the windows were cracked due to the engine explosion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain's announcement." A voice that had already given up hope came from the loudspeaker, "We are currently flying at a very, very high altitude... we won't die for now."

He no longer knew how to comfort the frightened passengers. After all, even the most experienced flight attendants would probably say they had never seen such a bizarre situation in their lives.

From fear.

To shock.

From shock to disbelief.

The passengers, like the captain, are now somewhat resigned to tonight's ordeal.

"Mom, are we dead in the plane crash?"

A little child, looking somewhat bewildered, asked his mother a question.

"To die, but not yet dead; perhaps, this is death itself." The woman in the uniform seemed to have transformed into a philosopher, and everyone on the plane was now in a very peaceful state of mind.

The fear and panic from the earlier plane engine explosion had completely vanished.

【My dearest wife…】In the luxurious first-class cabin, a well-dressed business elite was writing furiously on parchment with a pure gold fountain pen.

Many people have written their wills before.

This will is the tenth revised version by the business elite. The previous nine versions were too emotional, so this version includes a detailed asset distribution table and tax optimization plan.

of course.

The inheritance rights of the third, fourth, fifth, and seventh mistresses were also removed.

"I just told you all not to get on the plane, and I saw it. I saw the plane crash out of control. It's death itself. None of you believed me." The freckled college boy's voice was hoarse as he slumped in his chair, having lost all strength to struggle.

"Death has never come; we must believe in God."

A priest took the opportunity to preach to the boy, but the boy just rolled his eyes at him. However, the priest did not give up and devoted himself to spreading the glory of God to every boy.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was somewhat somber.

There was no music in the passengers' ears, only a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound drifting in from outside the broken porthole, accompanied by a "whoosh whoosh" sound like a giant vacuum cleaner getting a fishbone stuck in its shell.

outside.

Unseen by anyone, Ian held the plane aloft with both hands, circling joyfully above Metropolis. He wasn't just celebrating his promotion and the achievement of becoming a pilot.

This is a form of exercise.

original.

He was simply looking down at the metropolis at night when the plane's engine exploded right in front of him. As the son of Superman, he certainly couldn't ignore it like Homelander.

After kicking away a red-robed Grim Reaper who was lying outside the window, poised to strike, Ian also displayed his great power; his bio-field became active after he left the ground.

This biofield is activated once Ian takes flight, and as long as his feet don't touch the ground, he can extend it and unleash his true family tradition.

Saving the big plane.

At first, Ian struggled a bit to envelop the entire plane with his biofield, but now he was completely at ease, because his biofield was growing stronger.

Yes, it has grown stronger.

Rather than adapting.

With the certificate permanently valid, Ian doesn't need to worry about losing control of his abilities. Once he learns them, they become second nature to him, so Ian won't use such an excuse to torment passengers and crew.

The reason he held up the large airplane and flew it several times was different from the reason he flew it hundreds of times around his house; the latter was simply because he wanted to celebrate learning to fly.

As for the former...

Of course, it's because he discovered the [Perfect Divine Body] with growth potential, which may also be influencing the skills of other [Savage Tyrants]. Now is a very good opportunity for growth.

Even in a metropolis.

But it's not like Ian can find a crashed training plane every day.