[{"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-281":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},1721887,2198,"Chapter 281 281: Another Ordinary Day in Los Angeles","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-281",281,"\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>Today the black clinic was busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaos began because the semester-based universities had just entered their three-month summer break. Bored college kids started throwing parties, which naturally attracted dealers selling \"vitamins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then two rival gangs both insisted the party location was their turf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—late at night—they started shooting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone not dead on the spot and with connections was dragged to the Fixer. As long as someone wasn't instantly killed, sending them to the Fixer guaranteed survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why they shot each other at midnight but only delivered wounded people in the morning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because these guys are cheapskates. They prefer saving money by doing their own patch-ups first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fixer's life-saving fee was already dirt cheap—ridiculously cheap for street people. Hospitals not only cost a fortune but also call the cops. The Fixer was incomparable by those standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for street thugs who would love to point a gun at the Fixer's head and rap-threaten him into working for free, even cheap life-saving fees were still money. They'd always prefer free service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few failed attempts to freeload, the gangsters developed their own system for deciding who deserved to be sent to the Fixer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunshot wound?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dig out the bullet, stop the bleeding—what's the big deal? That's just Tuesday for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could handle it themselves, they wouldn't send anyone to the Fixer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone's wounds were too severe, and the guy didn't have connections inside the gang?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he could die for all they cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the wounded man was someone's brother or cousin, and was too injured to treat yet too stubborn to die—only then would they drag him to the Fixer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this \"filtering,\" the Fixer still had over a dozen cases today. Nearly a thousand dollars in cash income in one morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could imagine how many people got shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Henry returned to his rented place, it was already afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily he had prepped Katie's lunch before leaving; otherwise the house would have been demolished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped by the fresh produce market and brought home a pile of fruits and vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running a black clinic had one major drawback: although it earned money, it was all dirty cash that couldn't legally enter a bank. So he could only slowly burn through it with transactions that accepted cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Henry's food spending… impressively extravagant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one of the world's major agricultural exporters, the U.S. had plenty of produce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not all of it was clean, green, or safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take GM crops—reviled by many. They were engineered mainly for yield, durability, and pest resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claims of \"enhanced nutrition\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard to say they're outright lies, but let's just call it statistical gymnastics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And \"quality\" mostly meant appearance—bigger, prettier, better-looking produce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actual nutritional value? Often worse than heirloom varieties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the most American part:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get a bunch of research institutions to endorse it, legislate it into acceptance, force standards globally, then dump it onto the world market—especially onto the plates of the poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…At least the ABCD grain giants were smart enough not to literally spray chemicals onto food. That kind of trick gets exposed too easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The American method:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know something is problematic, but hide behind massive research backing so no one can prove causality → then it must be \"safe\" → then they sell it everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even in the U.S., supermarkets were filled with high-tech mystery produce destined for low-income households.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly green, pollution-free produce was expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, buying the pricey stuff didn't guarantee you were getting the real deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For average blue- and white-collar folks, even wanting to eat healthy was difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Henry didn't have black-market income, even basic quality produce would be out of reach for him—never mind actual high-end specialty items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Kryptonian nose helped him occasionally sniff out gems among the trash apples, but that wasn't reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he needed to buy expensive stuff, he bought it. At least he could guarantee he was getting the real deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Henry returned home with a paper bag full of produce, old Gary was chatting with someone on the street corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Henry get out of the car, he waved loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Henry! You're back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Afternoon, Gary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hear this is your friend?\" Gary said, pointing at the person beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person turned—and of course it was a familiar face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry smiled. \"Charlize. Fabio. You're house-hunting all the way out here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Henry!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh, little Henry!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlize looked pleasantly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabio's expression, however, was exaggeratedly joyful—he looked like he wanted to pounce in for a giant embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry fortunately blocked the attack route with the paper bag in his arms. Fabio backed off—but still snagged a large tomato from Henry's bag, taking a bite as juice splattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't mind. He pulled out two apples, handed one to old Gary, and tossed the other to Charlize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You two look like you've been running around all day. Did you get lunch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes—we ate at Mrs. Salia's restaurant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry switched to Italian:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, Salia's Italian cooking. I've wanted her pesto recipe for ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every time I ask, she says she'd rather sleep with me than give up the recipe. I don't know whether I should feel flattered or disappointed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabio burst out laughing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she sleeps with you, she profits. If she gives the recipe, you profit. So tell me—what do you think a smart Italian woman will choose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlize, who had lived in Milan and worked under an Italian agency, wasn't unfamiliar with the language. She wasn't as fluent, but she understood most of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She refused to lose and replied in slightly clumsy Italian:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe you should just sleep with her a few times and trade for the pesto recipe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabio roared with laughter. \"Charlize has a point! Little Henry, have you considered it? I can negotiate with Salia for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry rewarded them all with a huge eye roll.\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! Keep voting, and let the stones pile up! 🚀\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>",1046,"2026-06-06T15:31:22.542Z",1,"novelbin.me","62325f5ae2224664d5d36a2304218c5f16968b1743e419f242b6de8bcee618cc","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-282","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-280",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]