American comic book red Superman

Huang Luqin was extremely worried about her mother, finding Luo Wei sleeping soundly in the sun on the balcony every day, looking distressed.

Medically speaking, an infant's skin should not be exposed to strong sunlight, as intense ultraviolet rays can damage skin tissue and are detrimental to their health.

Clearly, Luo Wei was very unhappy. What do you mean by "bad for health"? I'm a Kryptonian, I get stronger by sunbathing, you don't understand!

So, not long after he was put back in the cradle, he sneaked back to the balcony to continue sunbathing, and even found the best spot in the sun. No one can stop me from getting stronger!

For Kryptonians, sunbathing on Earth is always a wonderful thing. The warm starlight shines on their bodies, and the energy contained within is constantly absorbed by their cells, making them feel warm and incredibly comfortable all over.

Especially after absorbing the power over the past six months, Luo Wei discovered that his strength had significantly improved. When the two-year-old kid next door came to his house to play, he was all cocky and showed off, but when no one was around, Luo Wei picked him up and threw him off the bed.

The child got so angry that he went to his mother. Of course, no one would believe that a six-month-old baby could lift a child who weighs four or five times his own weight. Normal adults can only lift objects that weigh two to three times their own weight.

So after that day, the brat never came back.

Even when Rowe goes out in his cradle, the child avoids him.

Time flies, and soon it will be a year from now.

Luo Wei's first birthday is the day Luo Feng and Huang Luqin found him.

On their birthday, the couple bought a cake but didn't invite any other relatives. It was just the three of them. They rarely contacted their family, only seeing each other once a year during the Lunar New Year.

"Happy birthday, little guy. Look what I brought you: a Batman picture book."

After the three of them blew out the candles on the cake together, Luo Feng took out a sketchbook from his backpack, shook it, and placed it on the table.

"Thank you dad."

Luo Wei was slightly taken aback. Had Grandpa already started leveling up by fighting monsters?

He quickly flipped through a few pages, only to find that they were all images of Batman's back and blurry frontal portraits, which immediately dampened his enthusiasm.

I thought there would be some intelligence to let him know about the current world situation.

As it turned out, the art book was just a collection of art by some fanatic, and Luo Wei lost interest for a while. Mainly because he had been in China for a year, without the internet or newspapers reporting news from the United States, he was completely isolated.

What is Batman?

Huang Luqin, who was standing next to her, looked puzzled.

"A new American superhero, vigilante. This picture book is something I brought back from a business trip to the United States a while ago."

Luo Feng explained, his gaze falling on his son who was "focused" on looking at the picture book, "Good son, do you want to be a superhero when you grow up? Like Batman, to fight evil and protect Green Vine City."

"Do not want to."

Luo Wei shook his head.

"Why, aren't chivalrous superheroes cool?"

Luo Feng was surprised, because his son had always been somewhat unruly, and yesterday he had beaten up the neighbor's brat who was two years older than him.

He had some doubts about whether the brat's claim from six months ago that he had been beaten was true!

"Batman is too weak, I can't be him."

Luo Wei put away the sketchbook and said in a serious tone.

To be honest, perhaps because he is Superman, he has some aversion to Batman, who has killed Superman several times, though the ones killed were all kind and benevolent Superman.

Kroway

No.

"Haha, that's tough. You'll definitely be even more amazing than Batman in the future."

Luo Feng didn't take these words to heart, dismissing them as childish ramblings.

He then stared at Luo Wei under the light for a moment, and said in surprise, "Honey, I suddenly realize that he looks more and more like me. No, his nose looks like yours, and his face shape even looks a bit like mine. Is this just my imagination?"

“I noticed it before. My baby is truly my good son. As the saying goes, appearance reflects the heart. He is becoming more and more like us.”

Huang Luqin takes him out every day, so she naturally noticed it long ago. The fact that she didn't say anything doesn't mean she suggested it; on the contrary, she finds herself liking him more and more the more she looks at him.

As I looked at it, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch its cheek hard.

"Isn't it normal for a son to resemble his parents?"

Luo Wei's face hurt from being pinched, and he responded slowly.

But I couldn't help but marvel at the power of Kryptonian genes; they were even able to adapt to their environment, thus altering the appearance and physical characteristics of Kryptonians.

Some people may not understand what this means, so to put it simply, Luo Wei is currently in China, and his genes are influenced by the environment, so they will develop in the direction that is most suitable for him, making him look like a Chinese person.

This is also why he looks somewhat like Luo

The reason for Feng and Huang Luqin's marriage.

If he had landed in Kansas a year ago, he would look like the Kents now.

Magic.

Rowe couldn't help but sigh, noting that Kryptonians are one of the most powerful races in the universe, as evidenced by their ability to live in a gravitationally charged environment.

If it weren't for the red sun limiting the power within the Kryptonians and suppressing their immense superpowers, the Kryptonians would probably have already ushered in an era where everyone is a superhuman and ruled the entire galaxy.

Over the next few years, Rowe deeply experienced the terror brought about by the Kryptonian genes. Two years later, at the age of three, he discovered that his hearing had been unintentionally developed, and he often heard whispers in the alleys several streets away.

These were just the beginning. When he was five years old, his eyes began to swell and ache, often itchy and burning, as if a torrent was about to burst forth.

When he experienced these symptoms, Lowe knew that from that day on, he had gained thermal vision, and he also discovered that his eyes could see through objects and see what was behind the walls.

Similar superpowers were gradually developed as he grew older. When he was ten, he discovered a strange power emerging on the surface of his body, which isolated him from blades and all external harm. He could control that power freely.

Fortunately, he won't be unable to have his blood drawn during the school's physical examination, otherwise it would be embarrassing. Someone who can't even get a puncture would definitely be sent to a research institute to be a guinea pig.

Thus, thanks to his understanding of his own superpowers, Lowe lived peacefully for the first fifteen years, mainly because he never revealed his superpowers to anyone during that time.

After all, his existence is enough to destroy many people's worldview, and even his own parents were unaware of it. The fewer people who know about this, the better.

Unless there are special circumstances.

For now, Luo Wei plans to hold out a little longer.

Time flies, and sixteen years later.

"Damn, a new Batman poster came out today, I almost missed it! Look how cool the new poster is, but do the poster sellers pay Batman royalties?"

"Probably not. I think even Batman wouldn't care about such a small copyright fee."

"How do you know? What if Batman is a poor guy? After all, Gotham City is a place with a lot of poor people."

"I'm telling you, brother, use your brain. Which poor person has Batman's equipment? He's probably a rich kid who's bored at home and comes out at night to fight criminals and vent his anger."

"Old Luo, you're giving Batman a completely negative image, making him sound like a paranoid violent maniac. He's a vigilante, a hero, a superhero!"

"He truly deserves to be called a superhero."

Green Vine City Old Town.

Luo Wei walked along the street covered with yellow leaves, carrying his schoolbag. Underneath his short shirt, he had a muscular build that was unusual for his age and a height of 1.8 meters.

The boy standing next to him, holding the latest Batman poster, looked very thin.

"Old Luo, if there were a Batman in Green Vine City, our living environment would be much better. There have been more and more criminal incidents in recent years."

Wang Zikai rolled up the poster and put it in his backpack, indignantly asking, "Do you think Green Vine City will become the next Gotham?"

"Don't worry about it. No, it won't happen. Besides, China also has superheroes. They won't let evil go unpunished."

Lowe admitted that Green Vine City's crime rate has remained stable in recent years.

It's in the top three in the country, but if it wants to surpass Gotham, it should build more mental hospitals.

Because there are too few lunatics in this city.

"I'm not worrying unnecessarily. I'm already prepared to call the police. Since I can't be a superhero, I'll be a cop and arrest all those bastards in Green Vine City!"

Wang Zikai's youthful face was full of determination, giving him a kind of youthful chivalrous air.

"I never realized you were so ambitious when we went to internet cafes."

Luo Wei joked.

"You don't know anything. I play CS to practice shooting and team tactics in preparation for taking the police academy entrance exam in the future."

Wang Zikai looked serious.

"Stop talking nonsense. What workbook did the teacher tell us to buy? There's a Xinhua Bookstore right ahead. After you buy it, hurry home and clean your gun."

Luo Wei patted his head and strode towards the Xinhua Bookstore.

The bookstore is quite large, with two floors. There weren't many customers, and it was quiet. In this era before the internet was widespread, most people liked to come to bookstores to read and pass the time. Therefore, about ten people were sitting on the stairs leading to the second floor.

"What do you two young men want to buy?"

The receptionist was a middle-aged man who looked up with a simple, honest smile. "Workbook?"

"Damn, boss, you're really well-informed. We need the first-year high school math workbook."

Wang Zikai said.

"Okay, it's on the last row on the second floor. Go get it yourself."

"Thanks."

After a brief exchange, Luo Wei thanked him and headed upstairs. Suddenly, his brow twitched, and he stopped, looking towards the bookshelf on the right side of the first floor.

A man wearing a thick overcoat stood in front of the bookshelf, repeatedly taking out a book and then putting it back.

"What are you doing?"

When Wang Zikai saw him stop, he followed his gaze and said, "Oh, Hong Kong style? Dressed like a gangster."

As they were talking, the man in the trench coat looked over. Although he was wearing sunglasses, he exuded a great sense of intimidation.

"Old Luo, we've been spotted. Stop looking and get up there."

Wang Zikai felt a chill run down his spine and nudged his good friend.

"Ah."

Luo Wei nodded, quickly walked to the second floor, and looked down at the thick floor beneath his feet, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The floor in his eyes became transparent, revealing the view of the first floor.

However, Luo Wei frowned because the man in the trench coat had disappeared.