[{"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-485":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},1721735,2198,"Chapter 485 485: Assassination Package","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-485",485,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 40 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry couldn't care less about the chain reaction that might result from nudging Tony Stark into using the military against Hydra hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was just the guy who gave a bad idea. With the signal jammer in place, as long as Tony didn't go around blabbing about Henry's role, no third party would ever know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the military and \"Snake Shield\" ended up beating each other's brains out, that had nothing to do with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the military and intelligence agencies had never gotten along—let alone S.H.I.E.L.D., which evolved from the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR). To many, it looked like a splinter faction that had broken away from the military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People would simply assume that Stark Industries—now transitioning into a military-industrial giant—had come up with another reckless idea, backed by its close ties to the armed forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry left shortly after Tony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to head to the airport—his girl had finally gotten her visa reissued at the U.S. Embassy in the UK and was flying back to Los Angeles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before getting into his car, Henry hesitated for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extending his super senses, he scanned the surroundings—no surveillance personnel, and conveniently, a blind spot in the parking lot cameras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached under the seat and pulled out a bomb detonator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he hadn't planted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushing the detonator in his hand, he minimized any potential harm. The harmless components were tossed casually aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the explosives themselves—those were worth keeping. Henry had been wondering how to get his hands on some. Four quarter-pound sticks of TNT weren't exactly easy to come by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way to the airport, Henry kept up his usual vigilance, monitoring his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's when he overheard:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Target spotted. Brown vintage Cadillac. Proceeding along planned route.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came from a sanitation worker by the roadside—speaking quietly into a concealed microphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expanding his perception, Henry quickly located the other end of the communication: a garbage truck waiting at the next intersection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver started the engine—clearly preparing for a side-impact collision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of playing along, Henry turned early, diverting onto another road. Rather than taking the shortest route to the airport, he made a detour and stopped at a flower shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked out a bouquet—white dahlias and pink dinner-plate dahlias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While waiting for the arrangement, a sniper had time to reposition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Henry stepped out of the shop—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sniper round struck his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well… not quite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry casually tilted his head, letting the bullet ricochet upward into a building wall, avoiding any chance of injuring bystanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched the spot where the 12.7mm round had hit, completely unfazed, then got back into his car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the sniper stared at his rifle in disbelief—half tempted to shoot himself just to check if the ammo was defective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back on the road, another threat appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pickup truck sped wildly behind him, honking nonstop, nearly rear-ending him multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry had no interest in a high-speed chase through city streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using narrow lanes to his advantage, he alternated speeds, swerved left and right—like a chaotic but technically \"normal\" inexperienced driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the pursuing truck crashed into a fire hydrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steam billowed from its hood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't even bother stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frankly, he felt generous enough already for not stepping out and giving the guy a \"six-month hospital package punch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… he had doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that actually an assassin? Or just an aggressive road rager?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy hadn't mentioned anything about killing—just a nonstop stream of colorful profanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dodging two potential \"accidents,\" Henry finally reached the airport parking lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bouquet in hand, he stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside LAX's departure hall, a well-dressed woman approached, concealing a syringe in her briefcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick jab, a press of the thumb—potassium cyanide injected—and even gods couldn't save the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle bent on contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solution sprayed uselessly onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing her mistake, the assassin didn't hesitate—she stuck to her escape plan and disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't even react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it was just another minor inconvenience hidden beneath the flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought that was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two burly men, each carrying concealed stun batons, approached from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidence? Passing by? Or—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry casually shifted through the crowd, as if protecting his bouquet, subtly moving toward airport police.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was their intimidating appearance or existing warrants, the officers immediately approached the two men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the pair saw police coming—they ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police chased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't even know what the suspects had done yet—but running was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the two \"professionals\" exposed themselves without Henry lifting a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Stark Pictures to the airport, that made at least five assassination attempts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This density of killers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn't the Continental's doing, Henry wouldn't believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freelancers didn't swarm into Los Angeles like this without checking in—otherwise, the harbor floor would welcome them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he kicked a hornet's nest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was there a bounty on his head?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing there with the bouquet, Henry thought it through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Continental was just a broker. If someone posted a bounty, this was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His past association didn't grant immunity. He hadn't worked in a long time—and hadn't paid any \"dues.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protection wasn't free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for who would want him dead right now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One name surfaced instantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Arden family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Darling!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlize Theron ran toward him, dragging her luggage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry handed her the bouquet, then pulled her into a warm embrace and kissed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reunited lovers at an airport—nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though a few bitter onlookers cast envious glances.\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>",1005,"2026-06-06T15:31:22.543Z",1,"novelbin.me","9a82938c894af4f7106f98d9fd9c6714ae27e9283ac2182c352c977c813870eb","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-486","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-484",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]