Reborn in Marvel, I am Iron Man's son?

"..."

There are many messages of gratitude for Superman online.

Those who originally didn't believe in Superman's existence are now becoming skeptical.

It's fair to say that Mark's Superman persona has become a true urban legend in Los Angeles.

Some criminal organizations and gang members began leaving Los Angeles and heading to other cities.

Mark's relentless crackdown on crime has significantly improved the safety of the entire city of Los Angeles.

His actions reassured most of the federal leadership.

After all, what evil intentions could a superhero who fights evil and saves innocent people every day have?

The one who remained highly vigilant about Mark's Superman persona was Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

No matter how perfectly Mark performed, Nick Fury always remained wary of him, believing that he was only pretending.

Unfortunately, Mark was always elusive, and Coulson, who had been trying to contact him, could never find him.

Meanwhile, in outer space, Mark finally collected one million sunlight points, which he used without hesitation to upgrade his Super Physique level.

[Super Physique LV10→LV11]

As his super physique level increased, a warm current instantly surged into his body, beginning a comprehensive transformation of his physique.

After the warm current disappeared, Mark clenched his fist tightly and felt that his grip strength with one hand had reached about 40 tons, and his pulling force should be close to 100 tons!

Mark then wanted to test his current defensive capabilities.

There were no suitable tools available, so Mark decided to return to Payne Manor first.

"Whoosh!"

He turned around and quickly descended to the ground, returning to Payne Manor half an hour later.

Upon entering the laboratory, Mark began testing his body's defenses.

Conventional firearms are no longer able to harm his body.

Mark picked up the electromagnetic gun and fired a shot into his chest.

"boom!"

As expected, the electromagnetic gun that could pierce his flesh last time could only scratch the spot where he was shot.

In addition to his strength and defense, Mark's hearing and vision have also been greatly enhanced.

Now, no sound within a ten-mile radius of Beverly Hills can escape Mark's keen hearing.

At this point, the upper limit of energy storage in Mark's cells also increased significantly with the upgrade of his super physique.

This means that he can sustain his various powerful superpowers for longer periods of time in the future.

Another month passed, and Mark upgraded all his other superpowers by one level.

At this moment, the temperature of the thermal vision reached 2500 degrees Celsius, the speed of the biofield flight reached 600 kilometers per hour, the wind force of the super breath reached 50 meters per second, and the exhaled cold air reached -120 degrees Celsius.

It can be said that Mark's abilities have been comprehensively enhanced!

Just as Mark was feeling elated at being one step closer to becoming a real Superman, he suddenly received a call from Killian.

"Boss, there aren't many dragon bone fragments left at Future Medicine. They can only support the treatment of 100 terminally ill patients at most."

Killian told Mark some bad news.

Today, Future Pharma is the fastest-growing company in the Payne Group.

The exorbitant treatment cost of $500 million per terminally ill patient has brought much criticism to the future of medicine, but it has also generated a large amount of funding.

Furthermore, by treating terminal illnesses for the wealthy and powerful, Future Medicine has also built a wide network of connections.

If the pharmaceutical company is unable to continue treating terminally ill patients in the future, not only will the group's revenue decrease significantly, but the existing network of relationships may also be severed.

After all, those wealthy people and officials only chose to befriend them because they believed that future medicine could cure terminal illnesses.

If medicine loses its value in the future, who will care about it?

Chapter 117 Hell's Kitchen

Have you found any alternatives during this time?

Mark asked Killian.

“Some alternatives were found, but their life energy was far inferior to that of the dragon bone fragments. Animal experiments revealed that animals that were not very robust to begin with would still die from weakness after being injected with the Extinction Virus, and only those that were slightly stronger could barely survive.”

Killian said.

In order to kill cancer cells, the extremist virus will first multiply wildly in the patient's body, consuming a large amount of the patient's life energy, which cannot be replenished by ordinary nutrient solutions.

"It seems I have no choice but to make a trip to New York!"

Mark was thrilled by the thought of the entire skeleton buried beneath Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan.

If we can dig out this dragon skeleton and bring it back to Los Angeles, the medical industry will not lack dragon bone raw materials for a long time to come.

According to the original plot, the Hand should have already acquired the land where the dragon bones were buried through a deal with Kingpin, under the guise of real estate development, and built an office building on it.

This office building ostensibly belongs to a financial company, but in reality it's just an empty shell.

Using this building as cover, the Hand and the Society have been secretly sending people to dig up the dragon bones underground.

However, there is a seal outside the dragon's tomb. The Hand and the Craftsmen are helpless against this seal, even with explosives and electric drills. Mark doesn't need to worry about the other side getting to the dragon's bones first.

Previously, Mark lacked the strength to provoke the Hand Society in New York.

But now that he has unlocked all of Superman's abilities, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a "mini Superman" among beggars, so naturally he no longer needs to be afraid of his hands and his friends.

After telling Rosalie, Mark flew away from Los Angeles and headed towards New York.

After upgrading his biofield to level 11, Mark now reaches a speed of 600 kilometers per hour, and it took him about 6 hours to fly from Los Angeles to New York.

He possesses a bio-force field, making him undetectable by radar or infrared radiation.

And as long as Mark doesn't fly at low altitudes, the probability of seeing him with the naked eye is extremely low.

Mark found a luxury hotel in Manhattan and checked in at the front desk.

"It's a bit troublesome for him to go out alone now that he's in such a child's body; it takes him half an hour just to check into a hotel."

Mark was still grumbling to himself as he went upstairs.

Mark has been acting like a superhero, righting wrongs everywhere, and he's almost forgotten that he's still just a child.

Because he was a minor, he needed to make a video call with Rosalie, his guardian, when checking in.

Rosalie then presented various documents proving her relationship with Mark, and finally personally expressed her consent before the hotel checked Mark in. The process was indeed somewhat cumbersome.

Unfortunately, Mark's purpose in coming to New York this time was to obtain the Dragon Bone, and he didn't want to be too high-profile, otherwise he could have appeared as Superman.

"Hello, is this a real estate agent? Buy me a villa on Lint Street in Manhattan. Price is not a problem, but I need it done quickly."

Back at the hotel, Mark first called a real estate agency and commissioned them to buy a house.

Lint Street is near Hell's Kitchen and not far from the office building where Dragonbone is located, making it convenient for Mark's subsequent actions.

Under Mark's financial pressure, the real estate agent acted swiftly, completing Mark's request the very next morning and finding a villa priced around 150 million.

Mark hired a lawyer to sign the purchase agreement with the homeowner on his behalf, and then moved directly from the hotel to the new place.

"There are too many people in the hotel, so it's more convenient for me to move around here."

Mark felt much more relaxed after entering the detached house, which was similar to the one on Clem Street.

Once it was completely dark, Mark transformed into Superman and flew towards Hell's Kitchen.

"As expected of Hell's Kitchen, it's definitely chaotic!"

As Mark approached Hell's Kitchen, he felt as if he had entered another world.

Although both are located in Manhattan, the neighboring Lind Street is still a bustling metropolis, while Hell's Kitchen is like a festering wound beneath this prosperity.

Hell's Kitchen is filled with dilapidated apartments, crammed together in a dense crowd. The only people living there are gangsters, fugitives, and the poorest of the poor.

The contrast is even more pronounced when Mark looks down from the air.

The surrounding streets were brightly lit, but Hell's Kitchen was completely dark, with only a few dim streetlights flickering in the distance.

The streets were almost deserted; at this time, only small groups of gangsters were still out and about.

"Help!"

Just then, Mark keenly heard a woman's terrified cries for help several kilometers away.

Mark slightly changed direction and flew towards the direction from which the sound came.

He saw a brightly dressed woman with heavy makeup running wildly down a run-down street, with a Mexican-American youth with tattoos on his face chasing after her.

"You bitch, don't run! Hand over all your money!"

The young man chased after him, shouting and cursing loudly.

At this moment, the woman in front of her had lost her high heels while running. Her eyes were filled with terror, and she was clutching a handbag tightly in her hand, refusing to let go.

A woman dressed like this on the street at this hour is clearly not engaged in any respectable profession.

"Pfft!"

The woman in front of me accidentally stepped into a mud puddle on the road and rolled down to the ground, her clothes covered in mud.

She struggled to get up and pick up her handbag from the ground, but the young man behind her had already caught up.

"Run? You bitch, you dare run away now!"

He stepped forward and stepped on the woman's wrist, then bent down to pick up the handbag covered in dirty water from the ground.

"Damn it, they even steal the hard-earned money people make. The gangs here are so despicable!"

Mark couldn't stand it any longer, and his body instantly fell from the sky.

After landing, he kicked the young man in the lower back without any mercy.

"boom!"

The young man was kicked and sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the exterior wall of the dilapidated house in front of him before coming to a stop.

His body twitched twice on the ground before he fell completely silent.

The woman's handbag that he had been holding flew out of his hand and was caught by Mark.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Mark stepped forward and gave the woman lying on the ground a warm smile.

"Superman? Am I dreaming?!"

The woman was probably a little disoriented from the fall. She stared blankly at Mark in front of her and shook her head vigorously, trying to regain her senses.

Mark ignored the other person, casually returned the handbag to them, and then flew away.

Chapter 118 Infiltration

Mark remembered that in the original storyline, the office building that Hand and the Society built above the cemetery where the dragon bones were buried was ostensibly owned by a company called Central Financial.

Of course, this isn't actually a company at all; it's the headquarters of the Hand and the Society in New York.

Mark flew swiftly toward the office building, following the address he had found.

During the flight, he witnessed several gang fights.

Mark didn't get involved in these matters; he'd rather all the gang members died together.

"This should be it!"

Ten minutes later, Mark stopped atop a 45-story office building.

He listened intently and could clearly hear the breathing and heartbeats of at least three hundred different people inside the building.

More than a dozen people were in the office building above ground, while the rest appeared to be in the underground area.

Mark slowly descended and saw more than a dozen seemingly ordinary security guards patrolling inside and outside the building.

But judging from their breathing and heartbeats, these people were frighteningly calm.