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

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Perhaps Ian has a corresponding special organ in his body.

Louise didn't want to believe Ian was sick, so she had long ago found a reasonable explanation for Ian's pica—you can't use Earthlings' diets to dictate aliens' diets.

"Ok."

Jonathan was slightly disappointed upon hearing this.

This is exactly what Clark didn't want to see. He had kept his situation a secret because he was afraid of seeing this happen. As Superman, he didn't know how to comfort his eldest son at this moment.

The Kryptonian gene.

Once awakened, that's it. If you're not awakened, there's nothing anyone can do. Using other means to awaken someone will only lead to endless troubles. Clark has seen many humans lose control after being contaminated by Kryptonian genes.

Just when Clark was in a dilemma.

"I think I'll go back to playing my football. Maybe my son will awaken someday? That would be great." As the eldest son in the family, Jonathan is very considerate of his family.

He didn't make things difficult for Clark any further, and even lightly joked, "Of course, just like Ian always says, the poor rely on mutations and the rich rely on technology."

"Mom and Dad, when are you going to go bankrupt so I can take a gamble?" Jonathan certainly has a knack for humor, and the atmosphere at the dinner table immediately eased considerably.

Ian also emptied his plate at this point.

“It’s alright, Jonathan. I’ve been studying magic lately. Once I’ve figured it out, I’ll teach you the supreme Ian Divine Arts, and I promise I won’t charge you a single penny of interest or tuition.”

No one believed Ian. Everyone thought he was just trying to lighten the mood, and everyone kept laughing. He didn't care and just took the opportunity to steal the freshly grilled beef ribs from Jonathan's plate.

The atmosphere at dinner improved considerably.

The warmth of family is palpable.

After eating and drinking his fill, General Sam Lane prepared to leave.

“I will continue to follow up on the investigation into Luther.” He was impeccably dressed in his military uniform, his tone steady. “I will inform Clark directly of any news—Clark does indeed need to know about the Krypton affair.”

That makes a lot of sense.

This lessened Clark's resentment a little.

“Perhaps you could investigate this place.” Ian rummaged under the table, tossed aside the cat hidden in the drawer, and marked some areas on a map.

“Very good. If any major cases are solved, I will apply to the military for a reward for you as the informant.” Sam smiled as he took the map, without asking Ian where he got the information. After all, the person who initially “reported the case” was his little grandson, and General Sam assumed that Clark must have been training the awakened kid’s abilities.

A reasonable judgment.

A wonderful misunderstanding.

Clark offered no explanation. Sam glanced at his watch, hugged each of his three grandsons, and when it was Ian's turn, Ian quietly asked a question.

"As for the bonus, after the military officials take their kickbacks, will I still get one percent of the full amount?" This is important, mainly because Ian is afraid that the military will report his taxes based on the amount before the kickbacks were taken—the US military is really capable of doing such a thing, and Ian doesn't want to receive no benefit and then have to pay back taxes himself.

"..."

Sam fell silent, taken aback by Ian's serious demeanor.

"Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged by a single penny. There are relevant standards for this." Sam assured Ian, not wanting to mention to his juniors that he was one of those who took kickbacks.

"Thank you Grandpa."

Upon hearing this, Ian finally embraced old Sam.

"I send you."

Louise saw her father to the door.

The night is dark.

The streets were eerily quiet.

“Lucy, our project mainly involves using Kryptonian genes to create human super soldiers. If it proves safe... I will try to get you a chance.”

Old Sam glanced at the lights on in the house, lowered his voice, and whispered to his daughter.

"I do not need."

Louise resolutely refused.

however.

Old Sam's attitude was firm: "No, you need to. Look at your home. You married a god, and at least in terms of the power he possesses, Clark is that living god."

"And you? You're just an ordinary person. Just as frail as you were when you were a child. In this increasingly dangerous world, no one can say for sure what will happen next."

He took Louise's hand.

His eyes held a particularly complex expression.

Louise opened her mouth, but couldn't refute it.

Even so, I don't need it.

She simply stuck to her own stance.

See this.

Old Sam didn't try to persuade her further. He knew how stubborn his daughter was; this was the reason Louise became an excellent journalist, and also a personality trait that he always found troublesome.

"Honey, let's leave here." Old Sam led Louise to the outside of the small yard, preparing to walk towards the top-of-the-line Hummer he had acquired through kickbacks.

"Wait a minute, Dad, I'm still a little worried. You have to swear to me in Grandma's name that I really won't see my cloned husband or cloned son on the street."

Louise stopped old Sam, still looking slightly uneasy.

"..."

Sam understood why Ian had silenced him earlier; it was all due to his stereotypes about the military. Such blatant suspicion of the military left Sam speechless.

after all.

Lack of confidence.

"You can't replicate a completely new living Kryptonian just by using a few Kryptonian corpses. You think too highly of our scientists. I really regret not forcing you to study more back then."

“Only after reading enough books will you understand that truly capable scientists look down on the meager salaries we offer, even if they received their full salaries, it wouldn’t amount to much,” Sam said softly, letting out a heavy sigh. It was unclear whether he was worried about Louise’s education or the future of scientific research within the military.

"..."

Louise wanted to get some alcohol, but unfortunately, she couldn't find any in her pockets. She had learned how serious the corruption problem was in the military, so as a reporter, she was now somewhat troubled by her professional ethics.

Go investigate?

What if you find out that your own father is the number one corrupt official?

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight. Go home now.” Louise hugged her father, Sam kissed her forehead, and turned to get into his Hummer.

He took one last look at Louise's little yard.

"Your new car is nice."

Old Sam left behind a meaningful message, and then, relying on his military license plate, ignored the speed limit in the community, started his Hummer, and sped away.

"what?"

I watched my father disappear.

Louise wandered back into the yard, puzzled, and sure enough, she saw a new car next to the roses she had planted... Where did this gleaming Hellcat come from?

Who could resist this car?

Louise looked on in astonishment and couldn't help but lean closer out of curiosity.

……

inside the house.

Jonathan and Jordan watched TV again. The TV was showing a replay of a baseball game, and Jonathan whistled when the pitcher threw a beautiful curveball.

"That was a really good shot."

Clark was washing dishes, but he didn't forget to watch the game through the wall.

Ian doesn't really like watching these sports.

"Spit it out! Was it you? If it wasn't you, you would have seen it too!" He sat on the carpet and rubbed the little orange cat's belly hard, trying to feel if there were two vials of medicine that he hadn't drunk.

"Ian, how do you think I should expose Mom?" Jordan was multitasking, still conceiving his grand plan. He was convinced that Louise was definitely Superwoman.

"I suggest you hang up posters of Supergirl all over your room, buy a bunch of Supergirl merchandise, and pretend you're obsessed with her. I think someone will tell you the answer then."

Ian offered his advice.

"Isn't this too obvious?"

Jordan frowned, as if considering whether the plan was feasible.

"To be honest, I don't think Mom would run that far to become a superwoman. She cut her hand last week." Jonathan is probably the most logical person in the family.

"Then who do you think Superwoman will be?"

Jordan looked at his older brother.

Jonathan leaned back on the sofa with both hands.

"It's obvious."

The guy just chuckled softly.

“Look at his physique, look at his height, and that erratic behavior… I think the answer is obvious.” His gaze locked onto Ian, who was sitting on the carpet.

"what!"

Jordan's pupils contracted.

It dawned on me.

You're saying Supergirl is Ian!?

Jordan thought this speculation was reasonable, after all, he knew Ian's secret: the high heels and stockings from that day were a psychological trauma that had made him lose interest in those two things for the rest of his life.

He knew that Ian loved wearing women's clothing, or at least he thought he knew.

"Someone's mouth is spewing filth." Ian was furious. He didn't need super hearing to catch Jordan's slander, so he grabbed a baseball and slammed it at Jordan.

Jordan tried to hide.

But he soon discovered that he didn't need to move.

"Depend on!"