Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 61

Chapter 61 – 051 Family Gathering
“Isn’t this Judge himself? What wind brings you here?”

The puppet raised its non-existent eyebrows, then lowered its right hand and shot a cobweb towards a street lamp in the distance, sticking to the yellowing lampshade. It pushed off from the bridge surface, leaping upwards, caught the cobweb and swung out of the range of the flames, and landed with a splash before walking over to Black Judge.

Then, it extended its burned and severed arm towards him, “How about we become friends, Mr. Judge? I’ve admired your name for a long time.”

“Are you extending the wrong hand?” Black Judge asked, tilting his head, the blood-red V on his mask tilting accordingly.

“That seems to make sense.”

Upon this reminder, the puppet looked down and then stretched out its intact hand.

The next moment, a dark and profound light flashed through Black Judge’s hands, and the puppet’s right hand was severed in an instant, flying across the cold wind above the elevated bridge.

“Honestly, one an agent from the Management Bureau, the other a quasi-superhero, and just like that, you’ve broken both my hands. Really low quality… Let me guess, you both must be fans of Qing Ya; I suggest you don’t emulate such poor-quality superheroes, it’s easy to lead the kids astray.”

The puppet stared at its flying right hand, helplessly waving its broken arms and muttering to itself.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have the privilege of shaking hands with me,” Black Judge said slowly. “I’m not interested in you. Step aside, I’m not looking for you.” He walked towards Black Wukong as he spoke.

Right after that, he pulled up his glove and a smear of dark light spread from the back of his hand, engulfing the Samadhi True Fire on the flyover like dark matter, and the wall of flames vanished in a moment.

Is this the strength of an A++ rated being? Ke Mingye wondered, so what exactly is my big brother? A superpower user?

Black Wukong turned his head to watch this scene, typed on the memo of his phone, and showed him the screen, which read, “Are you a superpower user?”

“If I have to say…” Black Judge rubbed the lower part of his mask, “I suppose I could be considered half a mutant.”

“Big brother is a mutant? Now the family’s ecological environment is complete. Does mom have some kind of OCD, where she has to collect all types of superhumans?” Ke Mingye thought.

Black Wukong continued typing, lifting the screen, “Who are you?”

“Black Judge.” A mechanical and magnetic voice came from behind Ke Yinzhi’s mask, “An agent of the Anomaly Control Bureau.”

Black Wukong lowered his head to type, then turned his screen towards him: “What a coincidence, we both have ’Black’ in our code names. But it was others who named me; I don’t need a code name.”

“Quite a coincidence, but it doesn’t matter. You committed arson on the flyover, in violation of the law. I now request on behalf of the Anomaly Control Bureau…” Black Judge paused, “Take off your mask.”

Black Wukong calmly looked at his V-mask, typed, and lifted his phone: “I refuse.”

“It seems I need to clarify something,” Black Judge said with a touch of resignation, “From the scene just now, you should have already realized that you’re no match for me, or do you want to verify it personally to be convinced?”

Ke Mingye thought to himself, you’re still fooling yourself, aren’t you? She is your little sister; what’s so hard to admit?

While manipulating the Deception Puppet, he recklessly jumped between the two, “Hold on, did you ask me before you got violent with her? I’m her good friend.”

As he spoke, the puppet patted Black Wukong’s shoulder with its broken arms.

Black Wukong typed, coldly lifting the phone to the overly familiar figure: “Who’s your good friend?”

“Me.” The puppet pointed to itself, then to Black Judge, “It couldn’t possibly still be him, right?”

“Truly a jumping clown,” Black Judge turned and looked at him, the V on his metallic mask flashing with a scarlet glow, “I already let you go; aren’t you leaving?”

“Why should I go?” The puppet said, placing its two broken arms akimbo, “I can’t die, and I can even stick my tongue out at you.” Stay updated through empire

It opened its mouth to stick out its tongue, only to quickly cover its mouth again, sweating profusely as it said, “Oh, right, I don’t have a tongue, do I?”

As soon as the words were out, a glint too fast for the naked eye to catch flashed in the Black Judge’s hand, and the puppet’s head had already hit the ground, rolling twice on the surface of the overpass before stopping by Black Wukong’s feet.

“Looks like now you don’t have a tongue, or even a head,” the Black Judge said with a shrug.

“Er, to be precise, it’s not that I don’t have a head; it’s that I don’t have a body anymore.”

The puppet’s head stood upside down on the ground and said, “Do you know how cruel you are, treating a little underling like me…”

Before it could finish, Black Wukong casually swept the Jingu Bang on the ground like swinging a golf club, sending the head flying off the overpass and into the city.

“Looks like it doesn’t have a head now, either,” the Black Judge continued.

Immediately after that, the puppet’s remaining body swayed in the wind for a moment before slowly falling to the ground, its body cracking and heating up violently.

In the moment before the explosion, the body was wrapped tightly in the dark glow released from the Judge’s hand, like a black mummy. The explosion occurred inside that layer of darkness, and its sound was muted before it could even spread out. Even so, a creepy laugh abruptly filled the air over the overpass and invaded the ears of the two people.

As the laughter faded, the Judge turned his gaze back to Black Wukong and said softly, “Now, let’s get back to our topic. Please remove your mask.”

Black Wukong stared at him, silent, the Somersault Cloud beneath her feet churning noisily like a steam engine. In the next instant, the cloud took to the sky, swiftly carrying her silhouette into the night.

The Black Judge raised his right hand, the tips of his fingers coming together slowly aiming at her retreating back. Countless tiny, dark particles rose slowly from in front of his fingernails, gathering into a small sphere.

He was absolutely confident that, even from a hundred meters away, this strike could knock Black Wukong off the Somersault Cloud.

But two seconds later, the dark orb at his fingertips dispersed, falling like rain onto the ground and “eroding” tiny holes across the bridge’s surface.

The Black Judge looked up, silently watching Black Wukong’s figure disappear into the night sky, gradually escaping his vision. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and walked toward the overpass railing.

“What a hassle… Why do I have such a rebellious little sister?”

Ke Yinzhi muttered to himself softly, removing his V-shaped mask, with the cold wind blowing his shoulder-length black hair in his face.

He rested his arms on the railing, overlooking the brightly lit city, and whispered to himself, “The good news is that Qiuwu is not a player, because a player wouldn’t possess a superhuman; the bad news is that she is the Divine Communicator Sun Wukong, a T0-level target on the Management Bureau’s eradication list.”

As he said this, he flipped over the railing, resting his back against it, took a deep breath, and lightly tapped his fingers against the railing.

“So, what to do now… The Management Bureau already has an eradication plan prepared for Black Wukong. It will be executed soon, and, with Qiuwu’s strength, she can’t possibly withstand them.”

Ke Yinzhi hung his head, the hair on his forehead obscuring his eyes, his lips curling into a shallow smile, “Maybe before that, I’ll chop up the other four S-Class operatives from the Bureau and feed them to the pigs. I’ve been fed up with them for a long time anyway…”

Just then, a phone call interrupted his thoughts.

Ke Yinzhi raised an eyebrow, glancing at the caller ID. It was his younger brother Ke Mingye calling.

He answered the phone: “What, missing me?”

“Miss you my ass, the dinner Mom cooked for you is getting cold. Hurry up and roll back home, will you?” Ke Mingye shouted on the phone.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming back, hanging up.”

After saying that, Ke Yinzhi ended the call.

“The kid’s still the same.” He chuckled, slipped the phone into his coat pocket, and slowly walked toward the shadowed side of the overpass.