Superman Termination Manual

Ke Mingye utilized the inherent ability of the Deception Puppet to alter his vocal cords, mimicking the voice of the abducted co-driver Supervisor, lowered the brim of his hat, looked at him sideways, and asked:

"Hey buddy, have you had too much to drink?"

The Supervisor raised his hand to his forehead, furrowed his brow, glanced at his wristwatch, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Damn, we need to go faster!" He said as he started the truck engine and continued driving forward.

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One hour later, inside Bedlam Asylum.

Cold... trembling... piercing light into the eyelids.

Fan Quan furrowed his brow and slowly awoke.

The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming, as if he were in a hospital. The absence of the weight on his nose indicated that his glasses had been removed: fortunately, as a Superhuman, his vision was beyond ordinary. Initially, he wore glasses to correct his vision, but later they served only as a disguise.

He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, and because his neck was restrained by straps, he couldn't turn his head, limiting his field of vision.

Looking down, his body was tied up with restraining straps on the surgical bed.

Under the bleak light, he squinted forward.

He saw a caretaker in a blue uniform, wearing a mask on his face, holding a thin booklet in the left hand and a pen in the right, jotting down notes, occasionally glancing at him.

As expected, this was the "baptism" every patient had to endure before entering the asylum: random injections of gene suppressors and Superpower Inhibitors; if your abilities were neither within the powers of superhumans nor mutants, then they would inject tranquilizers and fast-acting sleeping drugs, forcing you to spend years alternating between "groggy" and "sleeping like a log."

Furthermore, if your danger level was even higher, such as patients rated S-level in the asylum, caretakers might even inject nanomachines into their bodies to manipulate and monitor their physical state around the clock, ensuring no mishaps.

In short, they wouldn't stop until you no longer exhibited any superhuman traits.

At this moment, all it would take was for the caretaker to lightly touch Fan Quan's face, and she would soon discover: he was wearing a face mask.

However, Fan Quan wasn't worried about that happening:

— Because the caretaker before him was played by Orange Skin, and this step was part of his plan.

[Good Orange Skin: Are you okay?]

[Fan Quan: No major issues.]

[Good Orange Skin: Okay, then I'll release you.]

"No problem, next one."

The caretaker said in a squeezed voice, untied Fan Quan, and then transferred him to another bed equipped with wheels.

Then, the Supervisor at the door came over, pushed the mobile bed, and silently took Fan Quan out of the room.

[Failed Man: Your sleeping position is awful.]

[Fan Quan: You're quite humorous.]

Soon, Ke Mingye pushed the mobile bed, taking Fan Quan to ward C.

One couldn't help admitting that the ambiance of the building was eerie and gloomy, without any "hospital" feel, giving the direct impression of a prison for death row inmates.

They got on the elevator, selected the fourth floor on the control panel, and soon after, Ke Mingye pushed Fan Quan out of the elevator, facing a row of cells looking like a jail.

He pushed the bed to the far end, carried Fan Quan on his back, then used a key to open the door of the ward.

Not just the ward and the corridors, even the interior of the ward was dark and oppressive like the stereotypical cells in movies, with only two beds, a toilet, and a TV hanging from the ceiling to prevent direct contact-a stark environment.

However, it could also be because it was only 4:40 AM in London time, the patients were resting, and all the lights in the wards were off, thus making it look so eerie and bizarre.

"The effects of the anesthesia are almost worn off." Ke Mingye said in a hard voice, "Patient C-109, Gu Zhenning, this is the ward where you'll stay for a while, mind your... "

"I can walk by myself, no need to carry me."

Fan Quan weakly said, struggling to stand on his legs, and shakily walked into the ward.

Ke Mingye let out a scoff with a hint of sarcasm, lowered the brim of his Supervisor hat with his left hand, and was about to close the door of the ward.

However, just then, a rustling sound of flipping pages came from the shadows of the ward.

He was initially startled, then abruptly looked up, seeing another figure, slim and dressed in patient clothes, sitting deep in the ward's shadows.

Meanwhile, as Fan Quan clearly saw the other person, he slightly raised his eyebrows.

Before his eyes was a European man with elegant demeanor, pale skin, and two upward scars on the corners of his mouth, who had long, disheveled black hair draped over his shoulders and was currently looking down reading a book, his expression enigmatic, almost smiley.

"This foreigner is really freaky..." Ke Mingye thought, "Up reading at four in the morning."

As he thought, the superhuman panel of the man slowly appeared in his eyes.

[Code: Black Judge]

[Name: Ke Yinzhi]

[Danger level: A++]

Ke Mingye and Fan Quan both were momentarily stunned, the next moment, their breathing almost stopped—especially Ke Mingye, if not for the face mask and the dim lighting around, his blank expression would be quite obvious.

At this moment, their thoughts were highly aligned, without the slightest deviation.

Instantly, they called up the chat panel for communication.

[Failed Man: Shit shit shit shit, dude, why is my brother in this godforsaken place?!]

[Fan Quan: I was just going to ask you, why is the Black Judge here?]