[{"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-75":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},1721828,2198,"Chapter 75: Full-Scale Assault","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-75",75,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 20 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving the gun aside, Henry said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You seriously want me to shoot? I'm not sure I wouldn't hit you by accident.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, he just wanted to let Tony Stark suffer a bit more. It's not like those two idiots could actually beat each other to death with their bare fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fk!\"**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aargh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was Tony cursing, the other the attacker howling in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it was just those two going at it—one of whom Henry had already dealt with—this fight would last until the heat death of the universe. If Stark took a punch to his smug little face, Henry might even clap in appreciation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, having ignored his surroundings due to the earlier altercation with the spoiled fat brat, Henry's Kryptonian super-senses finally came back online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up on multiple people rapidly converging on the villa, encircling it. The closest were already at the perimeter walls, preparing to scale them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the shifts in airflow and body posture, many were already armed—rifles or handguns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And these weren't paparazzi with telephoto lenses and flashbulbs—they were bringing guns that fired lead, not BBs or paintballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at the rear gate, two more vehicles were speeding in. Henry wasn't about to bet on whether they were allies or more assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, without hesitation, he aimed and fired—nailing the thug grappling with Tony Stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy was mid-pounce, and even after taking several punches to the face, hadn't changed course. He slammed into Tony and tackled him to the ground—mission accomplished, sort of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for him, Henry's shot had hit him square in the chest, near the small pulmonary artery. It was a carefully chosen target—based on the medical knowledge Henry had absorbed from library textbooks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If treated quickly, he might survive. If not, he'd bleed out. Simple as that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the unconscious attacker—a solid 200-pound sack of meat—was crushing Tony under his full weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mrrrgh—Fk,\"** Tony groaned from beneath the human meatbag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry walked around the car just as Tony finally shoved the guy off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the bloody face of the now-comatose assailant, Henry asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn't hit you, did I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You goddamn bastard. I'd rather you had shot me. At least then I wouldn't have been flattened by this whale.\" Tony wheezed, pissed off and winded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could get to his feet and resume yelling at Henry, the front gate burst open again—two more vehicles storming through with roaring engines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Definitely not a good time for banter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't care what kind of spoiled brat Tony Stark was—he yanked him by the collar and dragged him toward the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By sheer coincidence, Tony managed to scoop up the pistol he'd dropped earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't run toward the pool to warn the others—it was too exposed. Yelling out there would make him a perfect target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Henry wasn't interested in testing his Kryptonian bulletproof-ness in front of a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead, they dove inside the villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking cover behind a marble countertop, gunfire erupted from all directions. Tony Stark, reckless as he was, didn't charge out guns blazing. He crouched low beside Henry, gun in hand but wisely holding fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't these kinds of parties supposed to have private security?\" Tony hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**\"Shouldn't they be doing something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**\"The event company strictly forbade us from carrying firearms. You think it's a good idea for a bunch of coked-up trust fund babies to get their hands on weapons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hell, their self-control's worse than a junkie on withdrawal. If it was just somebody else getting shot, fine. But when they blow their own brains out—or someone else's—that's when the organizers can start prepping for a lengthy offshore vacation.\"**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, now you've got me wanting to plant a Claymore mine here. Add a timer, see how long they last. Maybe we'd finally get a proper thrill outta these spoiled bastards.\" Tony muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honestly, I think it'd make a great hangover cure. Even the drunkest guy here would sober up instantly.\" Henry said, shooting Tony a knowing look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look made Tony shift uncomfortably. Thinking back to earlier—when he'd been the first to resist despite having a gun to his head—he wasn't exactly sure why he did it. It hadn't been bravery. Just… impulse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To distract from his own awkwardness, Tony reached out and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tony Stark.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A formal introduction, finally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry was surprised. He didn't want to leave the future Iron Man hanging—literally—but still hesitated. Did he really want to get mixed up with this ticking PR timebomb?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he shook the hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Henry... Henry Brown.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no sparks, no fated connection, no tingling sense of destiny. Just a brief, dry handshake. Tony didn't really like other people's body heat anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casually racking the pistol slide, Tony checked the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So. Should we deal with the guys out front?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh… shouldn't we, I don't know, call the cops first?\" Henry asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also silently screaming: Why are you like this? You don't even have the damn suit yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thinking about it more, it made sense. A kid desperate to prove himself—starved of paternal validation—could easily end up doing reckless crap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Tony had no idea the guy crouched next to him was a dimension-hopping Kryptonian judging him from the inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony pulled out a flashing device from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Already sent an alert. My private security will be here within twenty minutes. Way faster than arguing with some granny over at 911.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**\"Then we should wait for help. Don't you think we're outnumbered, and most of the guests are basically walking hostages?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if you don't care if they live or die, how many rounds do you have in that pea shooter?\"**\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Tony could answer, a new wave of attackers burst into the villa's front hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't say a word. They just raised their rifles and opened fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets sprayed across the room. The marble counter held—for now—but shards and dust exploded everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Tony and Henry hunkered down, minimizing their exposed surface area. The countertop might block bullets temporarily, but focused fire could definitely chew through it. It was cover, not armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what now?\" Tony growled. \"You planning to just sit here and die, pussy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loving the story so far? Want more chapters? Drop a Power Stone to show your support! 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