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It's not enough to make Ian completely ignore the barrage of heavy rifles and submachine guns, as many people believe. Human-made technological achievements still deserve a little respect.
"Actually, it's only a tiny bit short; my capillaries aren't strong enough." Ian hadn't felt any pain, so he believed he still had a bright future.
“That just looked scary. You guys do it again, and I promise I’ll do a better job this time.” Ian took out a half-used sanitary napkin and wiped the blood off his face.
He attempted to repeatedly kill monsters.
However, not all bad people are fools.
"Run!"
The bald man in military uniform reacted unusually quickly.
He has realized it.
This was definitely not just a simple encounter with superhumans. Everyone realized what was happening and scattered like birds and beasts; the burly man from the Brown Bear Kingdom even threw away his weapons in an attempt to reduce his load.
only.
It was all in vain. They were indeed clever, but Ian was even cleverer, relying solely on his physical abilities to force out super speed, knocking each of them to the ground with a single punch.
Finally, the bald military officer who was running at the front was pounced on by Ian like a tiger.
He fell face-first into the dirt on the spot.
Ian dragged him back to the trading site by the leg.
"Done, that's a wrap. This wave of sales goes to my family." Ian didn't like killing to cover up his crimes because he didn't need to look up to know that there were two suns in the sky above Metropolis.
and so.
After careful consideration.
Ian also decided to add some weight to his academic career.
He had always hoped that his maternal grandfather would work hard and get promoted before he graduated from university, so that he would be qualified to write the masterpiece, "My Five-Star General Grandfather".
"Hello? Is this General Ryan?" While tying up all the unconscious villains, Ian took out his phone and dialed a number.
"I am an anonymous superhero who likes to bring good fortune to others. Well, your good fortune has come. I accidentally caught a group of people who were stealing military supplies and illegal immigrants."
"Who am I? How did I get your private phone number? That's not important. I already said I don't want to reveal my name—yes, I'm drinking something, and I'm afraid if I don't drink now, there won't be any left later."
Ian had used his extremely skilled voice-changing techniques to the fullest extent.
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +3]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2]
……
【Savage Tyrant lv3 [1/40]】
He frantically drank enhancement potions.
It's finally been upgraded again.
Strength: 22.1-23
[Constitution: 41.5 — 44]
Intelligence: 3.2 - 3.3
[Spirit: 7.7-7.9]
The attributes have also been improved.
Perhaps we can do it again.
Ian was indeed able to catch more bullets. Instead of using his new skill points, he planned to save up two to upgrade his [Iron Body].
"Evolving into a body of steel will definitely allow you to stop bullets."
Ian had high hopes.
He received another boost in strength.
This is a good thing.
however.
According to the law of conservation of energy.
Bad things happen from time to time, showing what it means to be ever-present.
On the other end of the phone.
My grandfather raised his doubts.
Ian immediately became extremely alert.
"No, there's nothing wrong with my voice, and this isn't a prank..."
"Believe me, I really am a superhero, but I have some unspeakable secret that I can't reveal to the world—huh? What are you talking about? Who's Ian? How do I sound like Ian?"
"Fine, fine, since you're going to slander me like this, I'll confess, I'm Batman! You can check where this phone came from and you'll know!"
"No! What do you mean you're even more sure now? Huh? Mom told you everything? What did she say? That I have a cross-dressing fetish? If she's so fond of tattletales, why doesn't she become a reporter..."
"Pah, pah, pah! Mom must have been disliked by her classmates when she was in school!" Ian, who felt he had made significant progress, was once again filled with exasperation.
I've taken the medicine.
It's like this.
"Fine, don't come then! I'm going to tell Dad! You guys are secretly researching the Superman serum! You're all wicked!" He angrily hung up the phone, and his indignation led him to kick each of the villains once more.
This scene.
Even the stray orange cats passing by were stunned.
It seemed to sense the anger that was already half full in the lower right corner of Ian's eyes.
He was furious with Ian.
"Get lost, Hakimi of your level has no right to 'hakimi' me!" Ian really would curse even a passing cat, which was perhaps the real sign of his defenses crumbling.
"Meow~"
The stray cat was still bristling at Ian.
Its eyes reddened slightly.
however.
Before anything could happen, Ian grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and stuffed it into the tattered backpack, also gagling the demon's mouth.
This is to prevent the demon from eating the cat.
“Nice appearance. Once it’s boxed, it’ll be my apology gift when I get home.” Ian was very calculating, and he firmly held down the orange cat that was still struggling wildly in the backpack.
"You're really strong."
Ian sensed something was wrong.
However, he had more important things to do, which was to take out $300, wipe his fingerprints clean, and put it into the pocket of the bald man in military uniform. He knew the true market price of the enhancement potion like the back of his hand.
He bought it at the entrance of the gym.
"Done, call it a day."
After payment.
Ian jumped onto the Hellcat and rode away.
We shall overcome evil.
"for the Lord is always on the side of victory."
The little car also played a new song for Ian.
The blue flames emitted from the exhaust pipe formed the shape of a middle finger behind it.
A person with a strong personality.
The cars they drive are all so unique.
"He even knows how to make phone calls. Come to think of it, the calls he made were indeed official calls." It's still relative; while Ian is happy, there will always be someone else with mixed feelings.
After Ian left.
above the sky.
The second sun slowly descended from the clouds above the metropolis, and he saw a group of lawbreakers bound in the shape of human centipedes. His red cloak looked slightly disheveled in the wind.
"At least, he has the heart to be a hero, that's for sure." The elderly father, unsure how to evaluate Ian's actions, could only offer this mental reassurance. Yes, perhaps the world misunderstands this man; who says he wouldn't use his super brain?
This already activates a super brain!
perhaps.
Superman shouldn't be a reporter; he should be a lawyer.
"This is a real mess..."
The old father was sighing.
Suddenly.
"Sigh~"
A gasp of astonishment was heard.
He was a strong man from the Brown Bear Country.
Their physical abilities are indeed quite strong.
"Bang~"
However, before the man could even wake up, Superman stepped forward and used a move that had only appeared in TV dramas—perhaps Ian really can't be blamed for liking to knock people unconscious.
Family tradition.
That is so.
Ian simply surpassed his teacher.
[P.S.: The doubts in the comments section have made me panic; I'll combine the rest into one long chapter tonight.]