My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

Chapter 443, Five Years Later

Another winter has arrived, and Christmas is just around the corner.

As night fell, it suddenly started snowing. Large snowflakes fell gently from the night sky, covering the entire city.

Classic Christmas songs played on the streets of New York, while towering skyscrapers with a high-tech feel projected dazzling advertisements, and pedestrians with black umbrellas hurried by.

Hearing Christmas songs and seeing the rare sight of a family strolling hand in hand on the street, I felt a sense of happiness.

Many passersby would occasionally stop, look up at the dark sky, and let the snowflakes fall on their faces, the melting water droplets sliding down their cheeks.

Even in the busiest pedestrian street in the city center, there is no festive atmosphere. Every citizen and passerby seems to be under a heavy burden, their brows revealing a somber expression, as if an invisible gray haze is lingering around them.

If you look around.

You can see this brand-new, super-sized steel city full of punk vibes. Every street has two or three large parks, and these parks are filled with countless monuments.

Each monument stone is engraved with hundreds of names:

Kofi Jonas, Peter Parker, Hoyle Burton...

At the very bottom of these monuments is a label—

This is in memory of the victims who lost their lives in the "Shanx event"!

The monument stone was piled high with fresh flowers that had not yet withered, indicating that people come every day to clean, visit, and remember the deceased.

The notice boards in these parks are covered with missing person notices.

Numerous missing person notices, written in black and white, rustled in the cold winter wind, finally ripping off the display board with a "rip" sound, and drifted into the urban sky in the sweeping cold wind.

The Broadcasting Building in Times Square projected a large image onto the screen. In the chilly air, the beam formed a picture of a smartly dressed female presenter looking worried as she spoke:

"The entertainment and tourism industries are as dismal as ever this Christmas."

"Five years after the Sharia disaster, it is clear that we have not yet recovered from the most devastating catastrophe in human history. Finding missing persons, seeking medical treatment for mental illness, and other such issues remain intractable problems for contemporary humanity..."

"Even though technology and living standards have improved several times over compared to five years ago, people are still generally insecure, unhappy, and unwilling to accept reality."

"So, it's been so long already?" A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of many passersby on the street.

Five years ago, the sudden invasion disaster took away the lives of at least half of humanity, and every family lost a member to some extent!

This has had a huge impact on the world and society; it will be difficult to recover even in ten years, let alone five.

As a metropolis, New York City's central streets are in relatively good condition now that they are being rebuilt, but if you go to the outer suburbs, you can see many abandoned and vacant houses.

Some small countries and towns are now so desolate and bleak that they resemble ghost towns!

Some have named this era the Post-Semitic Era!

……

At this moment, in the outer suburbs of Queens, New York.

Inside a closed room on the sixth floor of a residential building that has been abandoned for five years.

A blonde girl of about twelve years old was hiding under the table. Her face was dirty and her clothes were tattered. Her bright blue eyes, like jewels, showed fear. She sat on the ground with her hands wrapped around her knees, her small, thin body trembling.

"Thump, thump!!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from the front door of the room, and then the door was smashed open, revealing several fully armed soldiers standing outside.

The armed captain raised his left hand, and the watch on his wrist scanned the girl in the room. After the device displayed a double digit, he said, "That's right, she's the one we're looking for!"

Upon hearing the captain's words, the other team members were not pleased but rather alarmed.

They looked at the blonde girl hiding in the room, their expressions revealing even greater fear and tension than the girl's, and their hands unconsciously tightened their grip on the specially made guns in their hands.

The armed captain didn't dare to walk directly into the room. His face showed apprehension, and he stood outside the door, speaking softly:

"Don't be afraid, we are good people, we are here to protect you."

As he spoke, the armed captain leaned forward and slowly placed the specially made pistol in his hand on the floor of the room.

But at this moment...

The blonde girl suddenly crawled out from under the table, climbed onto it, and jumped into the open room window.

Damn it!

The armed captain couldn't help but curse. He pretended to put down his special rifle, but actually took the opportunity to get closer to the girl. As a result, the girl seemed to know what he was thinking.

The armed captain rushed to the room window and watched helplessly as the blonde girl fell from the sixth floor, only to be caught in mid-air by a black figure swinging on a steel cable.

The black figure was a young white man with short black hair, wearing a black bodysuit with a bat motif on his chest. His strong muscles stretched the bodysuit, and he was tall and slender.

The other person caught the blonde girl with one hand, and with the bat's steel claw still attached to the other, landed on the rooftop of the house opposite.

"It's Nightwing! They've beaten us to it again!"

The armed captain looked at the bat-like youth, slammed his fist on the table, and uttered a sentence with utter helplessness.

A teammate couldn't help but speak up: "Captain, that's a rare superhuman. Are we just going to give up like this? We're military personnel too, there's no reason for us to be afraid of them..."

"Then can you beat Nightwing?"

The armed captain glanced at him sideways and said, "If you're so capable, you do it."

"Okay, forget it."

The armed man responded sheepishly, saying he was just saying it.

Fighting superheroes is just asking for trouble.

After Nightwing intervened, this armed squad decisively chose to withdraw.

On the rooftop of the building opposite.

The young man with the bat-like appearance put the blonde girl down on the ground and asked, "Little girl, are you alright?"

The blonde girl shook her head, took a step back, and watched him warily.

“Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself,” the bat-like youth said. “My name is Nightwing, and I’m a member of the Junior League.”

"The Youth League?" The blonde girl blinked curiously.

“That’s right, Kang belongs to the Hero Association, but it’s also a relatively independent superhero team, established less than a year ago.” Nightwing said with a smile, “You also have superpowers, right? That’s why the military is targeting you. They’re always like this, semi-forcefully trying to recruit people with superpowers.”

The blonde girl glanced back at the window she had just seen and asked curiously, "Are they afraid of you?"

Nightwing raised his head and said, "Superhero teams aren't like they used to be, with special privileges and treatment. The military doesn't want to strain relations with us either, that's all."

The blonde girl suddenly raised her left hand. She was wearing a watch on her wrist. When the watch was pointed at the bat-like youth, the number "36" appeared.

Nightwing laughed upon seeing this, revealing a similar gleaming new device on his left hand: "You also have a combat power detector? I have the latest model issued by Future Era Corporation, which can more accurately calculate the opponent's extraordinary combat power value from a combination of physique and energy."

"Of course, as Future Era Company said, special abilities and ultra-high-tech equipment cannot be obtained through instrument scanning, so the combat power value obtained by scanning can only be used as a basic numerical reference."

Before Nightwing could finish speaking...

The blonde girl, now at ease, asked in a clear voice, "You want to recruit me into the Junior League?"

Nightwing paused for a moment, then replied, "You're young and possess extraordinary abilities. As long as you pass our internal review, you do have a chance to join the Youth League."

The blonde girl paused for a moment, then asked, "Are there salaries for being a member of the Youth League?"

Nightwing was surprised that a girl could be so realistic, and nodded, "Yes, three thousand US dollars a month."

“Then I’ll join.” The blonde girl said softly, “My name is Jean Grey, and my ability is—mind reading.”

"Mind reading?" Nightwing was stunned for a moment, then realized: "So, you've seen through my thoughts all along."

Xiaoqin nodded and said, "You're definitely not a bad person. Batman's apprentice, the second Robin..."

“Robin,” Nightwing murmured, shaking his head bitterly, “I am no longer worthy of that name.”

He said softly, "Let's go, I'll take you to the Youth League headquarters."

……

After Nightwing took Jean Grey away from the rooftop.

On the rooftop of another tall building nearby, a man wearing crimson armor with a lightning bolt emblem stood watching the entire event.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of lightning, flashing rapidly as it flowed down the wall of the house, instantly appearing in the adjacent street area.

but.

Another streak of crimson lightning, even faster than his, followed closely from behind!

Two streaks of lightning, one in front of the other, streaked across the New York highway at breakneck speed, weaving through the endless stream of cars!

Sizzle!!

Barry Allen, the Flash, stopped in a New York alley, his stubble-covered face full of helplessness, and turned around to say, "Jesse Quick, don't chase him."

Sizzle!!

The crimson lightning stopped in front of him, revealing a woman dressed in a crimson, tight-fitting battle suit that accentuated her beautiful figure.

Despite her incredibly sexy figure, fair skin, and fiery red lips, in the eyes of The Flash, Barry, she was someone not to be trifled with.

The woman's body was still crackling with lightning, which the Flash knew was the manifestation of the Speed ​​Force!

Jesse Quick parted his lips slightly: "If you answer my questions properly, I won't bother tracking you down."

“What do you want to know?” Barry Allen exhaled.

"Why are you following the members of the Junior League?" Jesse Quick asked curiously.

“That wasn’t stalking, it was well-intentioned guardianship,” Barry Allen said, shrugging. “Most of the members of the Junior League are minors. Although they have special superpowers, I’m just worried about their safety, that’s all.”

"OK, that makes sense."

Jesse Quick nodded, then asked, "What exactly happened five years ago?"

Barry Allen, the Flash, fell silent. He looked at Jesse Quick and said in a deep voice, "That's what you really want to ask, isn't it?"

“After all, you are the only hero member from the Justice League who is still in the public eye,” Jesse Quick said quickly. “I want to know the cause of the Shyar incident five years ago, and the whole process of the incident.”

"What exactly were those two-winged monsters? And why did they all turn to ashes and perish?"

Jesse Quick's eyes gleamed: "This must be related to the Justice League! Otherwise, why did you disband five years ago? Most of the heroes have stopped appearing, and even Batman has gradually retreated behind the scenes, cultivating a bunch of so-called successors!"

"Regarding the truth about the Flash incident..." The Flash, Barry Allen, gave a wry smile: "It's not that we want to hide it from the public, but in our view, not knowing is far better than knowing!"