Superman's Ending Manual

Late at night on June 21st, on the 79th floor of the Premier League Building.

Ke Youqing took off his mask, placed his hands on the sink, lowered his head, and breathed deeply.

Qingya's mask fell to the floor, making a metallic buzzing sound.

From the shadow of his forehead, he raised his eyes, and a tired, gloomy face was reflected in the mirror, with bloodshot eyes staring at the mirror.

There was a crow standing on his shoulder and neighing: "Run away, they all ran away, no one caught them, you are really useless..."

A few hours ago, an unknown hacker hacked into the official archives and searched his and his family's files. Ke Youqing used the anti-reconnaissance security line set up in advance to find out the address of the hacker immediately. , a special police team and two B-class superheroes were mobilized from the local association branch to search.

But the hacker reacted quickly and destroyed all clues and evidence immediately. Not only that, he also escaped unscathed from the police siege.

Therefore, Ke Youqing was particularly annoyed tonight.

Who could it be...who hacked into the archives just to look up information about him and his family?

I kept thinking about this problem in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more irritated I became.

The follow-up investigation by the association branch has yet to produce results.

He can only wait...

If he were a few decades younger, he would think that he was used to waiting and was good at waiting. This was the key to him subduing those criminals. He patiently waited for the opportunity to take action and never did anything he was unsure of.

But now he is so tired that he is no longer qualified to wait.

So he could only act like a mad dog, taking the initiative without any hesitation, while the last breath was still in his throat.

"Go back, go back...you useless thing."

The crow taunted on his shoulder, disdain in its blood-red eyes.

Ke Youqing was silent for a long time, then raised his gloved right hand, pressed the crow's head hard, and crushed it.

There was no blood spurting out, only crow feathers scattered on the ground, like a black rain melting.

He hissed deeply and turned his head irritably. He could see two crows dancing the tango on the toilet seat; there were three crows playing bungee jumping on the windowsill. They jumped down from the window sill and were almost there. The moment it hit the ground, it flapped its wings and flew back to the window sill; ten crows stood side by side in the corner of the toilet and sang "London Bridge is Falling Down" in unison. The leader of the crows held a baton in his hand and waved it left and right. , hoarse singing echoed in the bathroom; tens of millions of crow corpses were piled in the narrow bathtub, and thick blood was about to overflow from it.

Ke Youqing went crazy.

But he doesn't think he's crazy yet.

Rather, he cannot go crazy. If he goes crazy, who will take over his position and protect this city?

He didn't know how long he could maintain his normal mind. If he had ever thought that he could change the world, he had completely failed.

He just hopes that his family can be safe, that every child can grow up smoothly, find an ordinary life, and live peacefully like that.

As for his own ideals, he is ready to find a successor who can be entrusted to him and do his best to cultivate him within this year so that he can take over his position.

Then, exit this complicated stage with peace of mind.

Ke Youqing was silent for a long time, slowly took off his battle uniform, and walked towards the bathtub step by step.

The dead crows suddenly came to life, screaming hoarsely and flying into the sky. He ignored everything and was immersed in the warm blood pool.

He knew clearly that it was not blood, but bath water, but he seemed to be able to smell a thick smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

Ke Youqing picked up the pack of cigarettes placed on the edge of the bathtub, took out one, held it in his mouth, and looked up at the ceiling.

After fighting day and night for decades, he still could not see that the world was getting better. In the end, he was covered in scars from fighting and could only protect his family like a sick dog, praying that they would not be involved in the other side of the world. , was involved in the unchanging darkness, but...just today, what happened completely broke the last line of defense in his heart, and invaded the last safe haven in his heart like a violent storm.

——Someone is targeting his family.

"Is he a player?" Ke Youqing was soaking in the blood pool, thinking to himself, "Or someone from the Control Bureau. It can be seen from the fact that the Control Bureau used a brain imaging helmet to examine my child in the cinema. Maybe among them Someone among them knows who I am, so they checked the files of people around me..."

Half an hour ago, he contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Abnormality Control Bureau and asked to meet with the S-class executive "Black Judge", but Black Judge said that he was enjoying his vacation and had no time to meet with him unless he helped to find out the true identity of the dice monster. He might be interested in taking the time to come to the association and listen to what he wanted to say.

Although Ke Youqing didn't want to admit it, the official status of the Anomaly Control Bureau was indeed higher than that of the Super League Association, so he had to be in a passive position when it came to communicating with the Control Bureau.

"Dice weirdo, why is Judge Black so obsessed with this wanted criminal..."

Ke Youqing pondered, the words that the dice weirdo left to him echoed in his mind - "I am the hero, you are just a thug... No one will remember a tyrant, no one will."

He leaned his head against the edge of the bathtub, slowly closed his tired eyelids, and took a deep puff of cigarette.

June 22, seven o'clock in the morning.

The alarm clock rang on time. Ke Mingye rubbed his sleepy eyes and reached out to press the alarm clock. He opened his eyes and saw the notification panel again.

[The task time limit is still 361 days. Please complete the ultimate task of "exterminating superhumans" within the time limit. ]

[The current number of surviving players in the world: 96/100]

[No version update notification today. ]

[Today's daily tasks are as follows]

[1. Run 5,000 meters (reward: one chance to draw a lottery on the wheel)]

[2. No special tasks have been refreshed today. 】

Ke Mingye yawned and closed the panel. "By the way, there are rewards for killing superhumans, but how to get them..."

Thinking of this, he clicked the "Player Ranking" icon in the upper right corner of the field of view,

and a red and black panel popped up in front of him.

[The current global players' cumulative superhuman kills ranking is as follows. 】

[First place: 17 people - ID: Ripper Z (serial number NO.002)]

[Second place: 15 people - ID: Azhe (serial number NO.098)]

[Third place: 12 people - ID: No. 1 Cowherd (serial number NO.025)]

[Fourth place: 6 people - ID: Anti-Dog (serial number NO.039)]

[………]

[Your ranking: Currently tied with 23 players for eighth place in the overall ranking, with 1 kill]

"These people should not kill so fiercely, they are really not afraid of death."

Ke Mingye was secretly surprised, thinking that the top of the list had already hunted down 17 superhumans, would he really not be targeted by some of the more powerful local superheroes?

Especially this one called "Anti-Dog", he has some problems, there is no one called "Green Crow" in other places, this guy is even more aware of the tiger and goes to the tiger mountain.

Ke Mingye looked at the upper right corner of the ranking interface, where there was an icon for [Kill Milestone], and clicked it.

[The current number of kills of E-level superhumans is - 1 (with a milestone reward that can be claimed)]

Ke Mingye didn't think much about it, stretched out his finger and poked the line of text, and a panel popped up immediately.

[Rewards obtained: a D-level equipment card, 1,000 mall coins, 500 experience points. ]

"Done, go for a run."

He lifted the quilt and rolled off the bed, turned the doorknob and opened the door.

After stepping into the corridor and looking around, the whole floor was shrouded in silence, and there was no sound at all, which was very consistent with his stereotype of this family-everyone couldn't get out of bed like pigs... Of course, it could also be that he wore a mask and went out to do justice last night, so it was understandable that he couldn't get out of bed early in the morning.

Of course, except for the second brother.

Ke Xiaomo had gone out to train for the battle in two weeks, and had no time to play "Morning Run Simulator" with Ke Mingye. The two of them ran without sweating or breathing. Even if they ran for dozens of kilometers, they could not improve their physical fitness. After all, their bodies had reached the limit of what humans could achieve.

If there was any meaning, it might be self-deception, just acting in each other's eyes.

Ke Mingye didn't waste time, just washed his face and went out.

Today he changed his running route and chose to walk in the direction of Hongge Food Street, where he had breakfast.

As a result, he just ran to the traffic light intersection and stopped to wait for crossing the road, and he heard a roar from afar.

Turning his head, he saw a magical girl in a Gothic dress holding a black umbrella flying in the air, chasing a man in a white robe with transparent thin wings like a dragonfly on his back.

Ke Mingye was stunned for half a second, thinking: "Oh my god, how come you have become a model worker? You have inherited your father's workaholic attribute, right?"

"Can you please stop flying around, Fly Man?"

The magic girl Huijin said in a low voice, with a chill on her delicate face. Her skirt fluttered, and the gray ribbon on her head swayed with it, and her hair as bright as lead powder fluttered in the wind.

"What Fly Man? Be respectful. My name is 'Fly Immortal', and I am a magic cultivator!"

The man vibrated six pairs of thin wings and flew over the city, grinning wildly, his blood-stained ancient white robe fluttering in the wind, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand held a blood-red talisman.

[Character Code: Fly Immortal]

[Name: Li Jingshan]

[Strength: C++ level (better than a few superhumans)]

Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows. He recognized the name of this criminal. It was the 21st century. If a cultivator suddenly appeared, he would most likely be caught by the Abnormal Control Bureau for dissection and research, and would soon appear in students' superhuman textbooks... So this guy is actually a real mutant. It's just that the title looks novel, but in fact he has nothing to do with cultivators.

Rumor has it that he was bitten by a genetically mutated fly several times, and then he became this ghostly appearance.

After the genetic mutation, Li Jingshan inherited the characteristics of the fly and grew six pairs of thin wings. At the same time, he was extremely thirsty for human blood, and was more vampire than a vampire.

Because he was mentally unstable, he always felt that his power did not come from genetic mutations, but from the method of cultivating immortals, and that he would soon be able to ascend to heaven, so he gradually got the mocking title of "Fly Immortal".

A few years ago, the Fly Immortal also created a cult, teaching people the "Crying Blood Cultivation Method", which fooled many believers. It is said that many of these believers died in the process of practicing "fasting".

Later, the Fly Immortal used the blood of these dead believers to refine "talismans", thinking that he was invincible, so he flew to the street, shouting "The Fly Immortal is here, why don't you kneel down!", while shaking a bamboo with a talisman made of human blood attached to the bamboo body.

As a result, he was knocked to the street by a stick by the passing "God-communicating Black Wukong", and his six pairs of thin wings were burned clean by the Samadhi True Fire, and then he was sent to prison by the model worker "Qing Ya".

As luck would have it, the ghost horse escaped from prison a few days ago and helped the fly fairy, so this charlatan was able to see the light of day again.

Judging from the lively appearance in front of him, the fly fairy's injuries have recovered well, and his thin wings burned by Black Goku have grown back one by one.

Although the battle scene between the magic girl and the fly fairy is hundreds of meters away, the passers-by with poor psychological quality have already screamed and turned around and ran away;

The group of people with good psychological quality took out their mobile phones to record videos, thinking about sharing them with colleagues at work to brag about it.

"Should I help her..."

Ke Mingye raised his face and looked at the flying gray skirt of the magic girl from a distance, thinking.

At this moment, Huijin also caught a glimpse of Ke Mingye in the crowd from the corner of his eye.

She was obviously stunned for a moment, closed the Cinderella umbrella, stopped moving forward for a short time, and hovered in the air, glancing at Ke Mingye from a distance.

"No, why are you looking at me? Go chase your criminal."

Ke Mingye was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react, and then secretly complained in his heart.

It was the first time he saw the magical girl Ashes in her original form, so he could only give her a confused look in response.

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