[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-253":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721859,2198,"Chapter 253 253 — The Delivery","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-253",253,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 20 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer's expression of shock was so perfectly convincing that Agent James couldn't help but grin, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his two goons began whistling, clearly enjoying the power trip of watching another man's fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James spread his arms like a preacher about to reveal divine truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, you know what my job's been? I know the Bureau's procedures, every trick in the book. Ever since that operation went south, I haven't said a word about you to anyone. No one even suspects I'm still after you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That tip about you showing up at Cedars–Sinai? Someone else's intel — not mine. And these two?\" He jerked his chin toward his companions. \"They only know there's a pile of dirty money to be found. They don't know it's your pile. So even if they talk, they've got nothing useful to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm telling you this so you stop dreaming. I've covered every angle. As for the Continental Hotel — sure, they've got influence. But tell me, how much do you really think you're worth to them? You think they'll burn bridges and risk exposure for a nobody like you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, my friend. They'll stay in their shadows, pretend you never existed. You were dumb enough to hold onto money you couldn't protect. That was your mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great. Everyone else can do dirty work cleanly, and the one time I let it slide, I get saddled with a lunatic like this. Note to self: next time, erase the evidence properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still feigning weakness, the Tinkerer slowly got to his feet and dusted off his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement immediately set James's men on edge. One of them stepped forward, jabbing him in the ribs with a pistol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay down!\" he barked — and slammed the gun's butt down onto Henry's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Tinkerer didn't play along. The blow landed — and nothing happened. Not a flinch. Not a bruise. It was like striking a slab of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head and smiled at the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile — calm, knowing, amused — froze the thug's breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quit smiling! On your knees!\" the man yelled and smashed down another blow. Same result. Henry didn't budge an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when the other two started to sense it — the wrongness. The quiet dread that spread when prey stopped pretending to be prey. They raised their guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James shouted, \"I'm warning you! Cooperate, or we open fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish the threat, the nervous one behind Henry panicked and squeezed the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single gunshot split the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only, it didn't hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry had already moved. In the blink of an eye, he tilted his head — and the bullet whizzed past, grazing James's cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could hit the tree behind him, a hand reached out and caught it midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer straightened, holding the deformed slug between two fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single person moved. Their minds couldn't even process what they were seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one of the goons whispered, almost reverently, \"You're a muta—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash of motion, Henry blurred — a streak of air and dust — and all three men were suddenly inside their car again, tossed through the open doors like rag dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could comprehend what had happened, he fired twin beams of heat vision from his eyes, welding the car doors shut in molten lines of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal sizzled and sealed with a hiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry brushed his hands. \"Come on, gentlemen. Federal agents, really? This is disappointing. Makes a law-abiding alien like me look bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched down, slipped his hands beneath the car's frame, and lifted. The entire vehicle rose off the ground as if it weighed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he floated upward — higher, faster, leaving the forest behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been kind enough to explain how \"no body\" meant \"no case.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well. He was just returning the favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acid and cremation took too long. Dumping the car in a forest or the ocean risked discovery. This? This was permanent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer shot skyward like a missile, breaking the sound barrier in seconds. The G-forces inside the car slammed the three men unconscious, their bodies straining under the crushing acceleration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't bother cushioning them. By the time he breached the upper atmosphere, their hearts were already bursting from the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vacuum of space did the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, their bodies bloated, blood boiling beneath expanding skin, faces turning crimson as the last traces of oxygen fled their lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was over before they could even understand what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hovering above the Earth, Henry squinted against the sunlight. The warmth of the yellow star washed through him, replenishing every cell. The lingering strain vanished, replaced by a pleasant surge of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car, now weightless, floated beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun once, gripped the bumper, and hurled it toward the distant blaze of the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that velocity, he calculated, it would reach the solar pull in a few months — and when it did, the star would consume it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No body. No trace. No problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hovered there for a while, basking in the sunlight, musing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do souls vaporize too? Or do they drift home? Maybe Mephisto's the only one who'd know. Would he even dare fish them out of the sun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, at a U.S. West Coast early-warning radar base, an operator frowned at his console.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, I've got an unidentified object—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duty officer leaned in. \"Where?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right here, sir. Over California airspace. Wait—no, it's gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It just… vanished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer scowled at the screen. All commercial flights were accounted for, all trajectories normal. Nothing appeared off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did it come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Within U.S. territory. Ground origin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ground?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir. And… it didn't move horizontally. It was climbing. Fast. Too fast. I think it went beyond our tracking range.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ICBM? NASA launch? Why didn't the nuke alert trigger?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, sir. No missile site in that region. No launch clearance. And the target was tiny — far smaller than a rocket.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what was it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… don't know, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer rubbed his temples. \"Fine. File it as an anomaly. Heightened altitude, brief contact, unknown signature. Let Command handle it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The radar technician exchanged uneasy looks with his partner, then started typing up the incident report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎉 Power Stone Goal Announcement! 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll release one bonus chapter for every 500 Power Stones we hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me know what should I do\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support means everything—let's crush these goals together! 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