[{"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-521":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},1722027,2198,"Chapter 521: Corridor Showdown","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-521",521,"\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>The first shot was a ricochet round that destroyed the surveillance camera mounted above the security guards blocking the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who noticed it was deeply impressed by the shooter's skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of them, however, were too confused to realize what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green Arrow Duck did not make the sort of slow dramatic entrance where he stepped around the corner and became everyone's target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, using the mobility advantage of low-hover movement, he burst around the corner in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy machine gun that had been mounted on his back was already in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the metallic roar of hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of more than a dozen pistols, most of their owners never even got the chance to pull the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few lucky ones fired a single shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who wasn't immediately cut down by the first sweep instantly began scrambling backward—rolling, crawling, fleeing in blind panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One obvious rookie managed to escape behind the corner, then pressed himself against a concrete wall while raising his pistol, seemingly intending to ambush the strange-looking intruder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But another veteran guard who got along with him fairly well grabbed him while retreating and dragged him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The younger man was about to protest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then from the corner of his eye he saw the spot where he had intended to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concrete wall he'd trusted was being shredded into fragments by the heavy machine gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrified, he immediately joined the others in their desperate rolling retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after the machine gun fire stopped, nobody dared turn back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fled straight for the stairwell and only stopped after descending several floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still shaken, they looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After counting heads, only eight of them had made it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant six or seven men had been left behind in that corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, someone finally asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no more gunfire... should we go back up and check?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most seasoned veteran cursed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck that. Go yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In a narrow hallway, against a heavy machine gun—you know what that means?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That setup is basically the entrance to hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't care what kind of monster can carry a machine gun while moving and firing at the same time. I've only got a pistol.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not trading fire with that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upstairs, Green Arrow Duck had been forced to abandon hover mode in order to resist the recoil of sustained machine-gun fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he planted both feet on the floor and advanced on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That undoubtedly reduced his mobility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the results were astonishingly effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most ordinary people misunderstood firearms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed cover could block bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, the main purpose of cover was simply to prevent the enemy from seeing you clearly—forcing them to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck played a large role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take common street gunfights, for example.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless a car door had been reinforced with ballistic steel, the only truly reliable cover was the engine block—that giant chunk of metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hide behind a door or trunk panel, and if your luck was bad, bullets would punch right through and bite into you anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the weapon in Green Arrow Duck's hands was a Browning M2 heavy machine gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The famed .50 cal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using 12.7mm rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This particular one had been modified for one-handed support and one-handed firing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In military range training, this weapon usually fired at dirt berms—not paper targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it often erased the berms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary concrete walls in commercial buildings simply weren't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why real military fortresses measured wall thickness in meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything less couldn't even stop a heavy machine gun, much less artillery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside an ordinary office tower, the only things limiting such a weapon were line-of-sight obstruction caused by complex architecture—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ammunition capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Green Arrow Duck's sensor systems erased the first disadvantage entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't quite manage one-shot-one-kill precision through walls—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he wanted to, he could absolutely use sheer firepower to kill targets behind floors or several rooms away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, killing people wasn't his main objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among those cut down in the opening burst, some had merely lost arms or legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lay on the ground in terror, dragging mangled limbs as they tried to crawl away from the ridiculous-looking mascot figure before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for those hit in the torso or head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked as if some savage beast had bitten chunks out of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green Arrow Duck resumed low-hover mode and glided through the bloody corridor with the machine gun still in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't finish off the wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were ordinary humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not they knowingly chose to work for vampires, they were still human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, those who survived would be crippled for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he wanted fear to spread, he needed witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who experienced all this and still came seeking revenge afterward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, Green Arrow Duck would genuinely respect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without caring whether the liquid soaking their pants was blood or urine, he simply floated past them and continued onward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently the machine gun assault had terrified the previous group badly enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more human guards appeared ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the defenders now were the vampires stationed in the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dark creatures still maintained their uniquely awful aesthetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to street gang punks, they looked more like pre-90s biker gangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wore rebellion and anti-mainstream identity like fashion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fully embodied the word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For reasons unknown—perhaps overconfidence—they came out carrying only knives, or sometimes empty-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one of them seemed to care about Green Arrow Duck's machine gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted taunts and jeers with great enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green Arrow Duck naturally had no intention of wasting machine-gun rounds on enemies he knew ordinary bullets would barely affect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relaxed both arms and flicked them backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy machine gun was retracted onto the armor's rear mounting rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, one vampire sneered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha! Big mascot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought you were dangerous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, surrendering already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take off the mask, tell us your name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we'll let you become a probationary member.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we'll even let you earn one of our marks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he spoke made it sound as if the dead and wounded human servants didn't exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to vampires, blood thralls and hired followers were disposable tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt no regret whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the vampires hadn't expected was this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green Arrow Duck had brought limited anti-human ammunition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one reason he hadn't bothered using the machine gun on vampires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anti-vampire ammunition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had brought plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd tolerated these bastards long enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today they had conveniently gathered together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way he wouldn't make the most of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without responding to their taunts, Green Arrow Duck simply raised his left arm and spread all five fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An electromagnetically accelerated round shot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projectile was filled with silver nitrate solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struck the vampire square in the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shell ruptured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver nitrate flooded into the vampire's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy silver ions rapidly broke down the dark creature's cells, triggering spontaneous combustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the humans earlier who had been blasted apart by machine-gun fire, these vampires died almost silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five vampire lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sole survivor was not spared because the railgun had a slow reload speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green Arrow Duck needed someone alive for questioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't forgotten why he came here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here to rescue people—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not merely clear the building.\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>",1292,"2026-06-06T15:31:35.574Z",1,"novelbin.me","a019bb49f25704a7834c23ac3b576efa560e5f29e6e210458978460eed5a5ff4","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-522","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-520",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]