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

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The reporter felt he had found another origin story for The Flash.

Or perhaps they have a real identity.

Just as the reporter was already excited, convinced that his news story would win another award, and that his late-night hot dogs would be upgraded from five to ten.

"Zizzizi~"

The four-legged Flash had already run to the edge of the city. Ian had almost mastered his exoskeleton legs, and his target was, of course, Luthor's factories outside the city.

outside the city.

There are no streetlights.

However, there were several car lights.

"My power is not only for protecting myself, but also for protecting the people I love and this city." The grassroots superhero Black Thunder is telling his own story while stepping on a gang leader.

He was surrounded by crackling electricity.

Three trucks loaded with munitions were frozen in mid-air by his electromagnetic field.

Like a beetle pinned in a specimen box.

As a Black man born and raised in the "suicide ghetto" of the metropolis, Black Lightning's background is very traditional; his father was shot and killed in an accident.

So Blackie has always struggled alongside his mother, and has never experienced fatherly love since he was very young—of course, he is different from most single-parent Black children who go on to sing, dance, and rap.

Black Lightning chose to become a teacher, but also, driven by fate, became a superhero. He can release and manipulate electrical energy and has the potential to control electromagnetic properties like Magneto.

now.

Black Lightning is already a veteran, obscure superhero who specializes in solving problems that Superman doesn't have time to deal with, such as this extremely serious smuggling case.

"Several truckloads of smuggled weapons, ready to be transported to Mexico?" Black Lightning tapped the front cargo box with the tip of his boot, and the metal casing cracked open like a banana peel under the electromagnetic force.

“That’s enough to keep you in jail for a lifetime—or maybe several lifetimes.” Black Lightning tried to intimidate others with his hoarse voice, mimicking Batman’s deep tone.

only.

"Ah."

The gang leader he stepped on also looked like a tough guy. His expression remained cold in the face of Black Thunderbolt's threat, showing no sign of despair or panic.

He was incredibly calm.

The same goes for the other gang members.

of course.

These men's composure and tough-guy image didn't last long—a red lightning bolt streaked from afar, smashing through three large cargo containers at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

"You're welcome."

Ian was just passing by.

While he's at it, he'll also help that nobody superhero destroy those dangerous items, since these guns are obviously not legitimate and would definitely endanger his metropolis if they were brought into the city.

"Boom~"

The metal cargo box twisted and burst like a soda can being crushed by a giant.

Hundreds of gun parts were sprayed into the night sky like a shower of flowers.

It traced a shimmering parabola under the moonlight.

Then it was destroyed by the golden lightning that Ian pretended to throw out—it was actually a heat ray, but Ian wiped it on his eyes, and it naturally became the Flash's ability to throw lightning.

Anyway, as long as there is a throwing motion.

Everyone would believe Ian is the real Flash. See, even Black Lightning, a near-obscure superhero, clearly didn't notice anything amiss.

"Flash!"

Black Lightning roared in the direction Ian had disappeared, "This is my case! It's my business! Go back to your Midtown! Did you even ask Superman about this in Metropolis?"

"The Flash, you dare to invade! Did you pay Superman's agent a 'hero entry fee'?!" His question was filled with anger, and he seemed to feel offended.

"?????"

Ian, who had already run three kilometers, suddenly stumbled.

"Hero registration fee?"

Ian felt that someone had stolen his ideas for the future from the past.

He was genuinely a bit bewildered.

Black Thunderbolt's words made him turn around repeatedly.

However, the speed does not decrease.

The two heavy artillery pieces that he casually picked up from the warehouse were obviously obsolete US military equipment and could not be used for braking at all—of course, the problem of not being able to stop the car was not a big deal.

Ian also has a braking scheme where he can teleport into the sky and then remove his external legs.

"No, I swear, this really has nothing to do with me." Ian had already run too far away, and his reply to defend his reputation was not heard by Black Lightning, who had been left far behind.

Black Lightning was still bombarding the Flash with insults—Black people certainly have a rich vocabulary. However, there were others whose emotional swings were even greater than his.

The tough-guy gang leader from before is clearly more vulnerable now.

"Do not!!!"

The gang leader, looking at the wreckage, let out a hysterical roar, and his henchmen were also shouting in alarm, their voices filled with an unusual panic.

"Ok?"

Black Thunderbolt was greatly puzzled by this.

"Someone helped you destroy the evidence, so why are you still so unhappy?" Black Lightning frowned, suppressing his dissatisfaction with the Flash.

The gang leader struggled to remove the belts binding him.

"Unhappy? I'm just unhappy, you idiot?" The gang leader and his henchmen rushed towards the wreckage, the parts of which had all turned into charred ashes.

"I'm about to be fired! That damn Flash! Look what he's done!" the gang leader wailed, rolling around in front of the ashes on the ground, his face full of rage.

"Dismissed? What do you mean? You're still online?"

Black Lightning sensed something was wrong, and electricity began to surge in his hands. He prepared to threaten the gang leader in order to destroy the larger criminal organization that he had not yet discovered.

perhaps.

Will I end up joining the Justice League because of this?

I dreamt of it all.

Black Thunderbolt's illusions were quickly shattered.

"Upline? I'm a CIA agent! We're all CIA employees! Jefferson Pierce! You're as dead as I am! This shipment was ordered by the president to be sent to Mexico!"

The gangster boss's furious response literally burned Black Thunderbolt's brain.

"?????"

His face was blank, and the current in his hand was becoming unstable.

"No! According to my intelligence, you are clearly people planted in America by the Mexican drug cartel!" Black Lightning asked, his eyes trembling violently.

The gang leader simply hurled insults at him.

"What kind of intelligence do you have! Fuck you! Use your pig brain to think! We're the CIA, so the drug cartel is obviously just a bunch of wolf cubs that the CIA is raising on the outside!"

"This is a national strategy—Jefferson Pierce!"

“If you can’t return my weapon, you’ll be the one going to jail. I guarantee that once you’re in there, it won’t be for a lifetime.”

The gang leader turned around and threatened Black Thunderbolt.

He didn't seem to be lying.

Because he was genuinely panicked and furious.

"..."

Black Thunderbolt found it hard to accept this absurd reality. He had thought that the crimes he had stopped were at most backed by large criminal organizations, but who would have thought that he had actually stumbled upon a state apparatus.

America's official smuggling weapons.

Is this still considered a sin?

All of a sudden.

Black Lightning experienced a brief period of confusion regarding his career.

"But... the person who destroyed your weapons was the Flash..." He knew he couldn't figure out the answer right away, but there were some issues he felt he should emphasize.

The previously ruthless Black Thunderbolt now seems a little cowardly. Well, what can you do? The other party even called him by his real name.

He also has two daughters.

I don't want my daughter to be legally sent back to the land where our ancestors lived.

"Huh? You're the one who caught us, and you're also the one who put the stuff there. Who else could be the culprit but you?" The gang leader's twisted logic truly shocked Black Thunder.

Of course he understands.

This is a case of shifting the blame onto someone who's easy to mess with. The CIA might not be able to handle The Flash, but the CIA can definitely handle Black Lightning. There's definitely a difference between a third-rate superhero and a first-rate one.

"..."

Black Thunder fell silent for a moment.

He felt that his career was facing unprecedented challenges.

Is the Flash to blame?

Ah.

Does someone the CIA can't mess with mean you can mess with yourself? The Flash is from the Justice League, and according to Superman's agent, the Justice League is a gang-like organization.

"That's right! I paid the money! They can't not help me with this!" Actually, Black Thunderbolt wasn't a coward, but when faced with the state apparatus, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"I've paid the entry fee! I'm a reserve member! I'll definitely contact the organization if anything happens!" With a sudden flash of inspiration, Black Lightning quickly pulled out an encrypted phone and walked to a corner.

He turned back and threatened the CIA agents before dialing a number. The phone rang twelve times before being answered, and a deliberately hoarse whisper came from the other end.

"Say, what's the matter?"