When a story draws to an end, people always think back to its beginning.
Sean thought of his own life.
More than two months ago, he had a beautiful and cute daughter, an understanding Black wife, and a pair of kind and generous parents.
He thought he was already very happy.
Because he had the ability to let his elderly parents enjoy their twilight years in peace, to live lovingly with his wife for a lifetime, and to accompany his mischievous daughter as she grew up, witnessing every moment of her youthful life.
But now, none of this exists anymore.
These beautiful things could clearly have been realized, yet they were like fragile bubbles, ruthlessly popped.
He was just an ordinary person; facing a superhuman who popped up from nowhere with snake-like features, he had absolutely no power to fight back.
The reason Sean was still alive was that the evil snake-woman named Una Gibson wanted him to taste the bitterness of regret and helplessness.
Una Gibson had told him so herself.
In the empty campsite, four of his family of five lay on the ground.
At the very last moment, when his wife's complexion turned from pale to purplish-black, and she gradually stopped breathing in his arms.
"Why did you survive? Because you are the weakest and most incompetent one. Compared to them, you are not only more selfish but also much more cowardly and timid."
Una flicked her snake tongue and said to him in an incredibly disgusted tone: "Your wife could have survived, but to save you, she chose to stop me..."
"To mock the nigger, I decided to leave one survivor, just like I have done before. Yes, I chose you."
"It's not like that."
"That damned snake-woman paralyzed my nerves with venom, making me lose my judgment."
"Anyone would run away upon encountering an extreme super-terrorist; unless it's Homelander or Superman, no one is an exception."
Sean's mind was blank. He only remembered his heart pounding at that moment, his limbs feeling weak and powerless, and in his daze, his crotch had become wet.
Even so, he had subconsciously tried to protect his daughter, but he had failed.
He tried hard not to let himself be affected by the vicious words, but it was to no avail. The established fact was like a sharp blade piercing his heart.
"They are all dead."
Facing danger, he hadn't been able to summon the courage to protect his children, his wife, or his parents at that time.
Was it really because of the snake-woman's venom?
His reaction when facing danger was completely different from what he had once imagined a man of mettle would be.
The snake-woman was right; he must be a coward.
After that day, it wasn't that Sean hadn't struggled. The tragedy had already happened, and he had to do something for his family.
But when he tried to call the police.
"That area is restricted."
"Why were you camping there at that time?"
"There is no record of that superhuman in the system!"
The local police station told him to go back and wait for news, and they hadn't contacted him since.
His deceased family members were not buried; they were casually stuffed into black body bags, loaded onto a Vought truck, and driven away with unbelievable efficiency.
Sean had begged bitterly at the time: "You can't do this, at least give my family back to me!!"
"They are already dead, please let them rest in peace in heaven..."
In the end, Sean got nothing; he had lost everything.
A superhuman who committed evil seemed not to need to be punished and was still at large.
The law enforcers of America, who uphold justice and democracy, not only failed to bring him help but even rubbed salt into his wounds.
What is wrong with this world?
Why is it that the lives of ordinary, hardworking people like them cannot be guaranteed, and they can be bullied and dismissed at will?
Are the lives of ordinary people not lives too?!
'If only I had power...'
Sean walked staggeringly down the street. His tattered clothes, matted hair, and the stench from not bathing for a long time made every passerby avoid him.
"Hey, get lost."
Many people showed disgust towards him. "This street absolutely does not allow people like you to enter. If you don't leave, we will call the police!"
Someone violently drove him away, hitting him viciously with a baseball bat and a stun gun, followed by wanton mockery.
Sean did not resist.
Under the ruthless words and violent expulsion, he stumbled away in a sorry state.
The sun set, and scattered lights came on. In a corner full of garbage, he found a temporary place to rest.
The sky over San Antonio was a bit gray. This wasn't a big city, but the public security was not good either.
There were a few junkies wandering nearby; the air was permeated with the smell of urine, and piles of debris were on the ground.
'If I died, would I be able to see them? But I still owe them an explanation.'
When Sean lay numbly on the ground, he saw the street lights shining yellow not far away, a cozy little restaurant filled with excited people with their families.
So close, yet so far away.
Unknown when.
"I think you might be hungry, eat, child."
An elderly couple, supporting each other, walked out of the restaurant. When they passed by him, they left a portion of food they were holding.
Sean opened his mouth, but made no sound.
"No matter what happens, cheer up, you will get through this."
The old man said so, and after a while, they walked far away.
Watching their receding backs, he didn't know what he was feeling deep down for a moment.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Sean's eyes froze. He saw those few wandering junkies quietly surrounding the elderly couple.
"Ah~!"
"What are you doing?"
Two aged cries rang out in the dim street corner; there was no one else around.
"We saw you giving alms to others just now."
The junkies had gaunt faces. They held small knives, but their demeanor was abnormally excited: "Old things, give us something too. We don't want food, we just want the Franklins in your pockets!"
"You can't do this... Ah~!!"
The old man protected his wife, trying to resist, but was kicked down by the impatient junkie.
The woman hurriedly crouched down: "Johnny! Are you okay? Help, can someone save us?!"
The junkies swarmed up and searched them for valuables.
Soon.
"Pah, only this much?!"
The junkies, who ultimately only found two greenback dollars and a handful of coins, were furious.
"This little bit isn't even enough for us to have a full meal!"
One of them, overcome with emotion and eyes full of violence, looked viciously at the old man on the ground, brandished his knife, and walked over.
"Stop!"
An angry shout came from behind.
The junkies were startled and turned their heads one after another.
In the darkness, a staggering figure was seen running over from not far away, holding a broken wooden stick, looking as if they were prepared to do a righteous deed.
"Oh, is it that homeless man from just now?"
"Heh, a wooden stick and a skinny frame; does he think he can take on five?"
Ignoring the junkies' mockery, Sean rushed over regardless.
The elderly couple on the ground overlapped with the figures of his parents in his eyes. This time, he could do better!
'Bang~!'
'Clap~!!'
The wooden stick hit a villain hard, causing him to scream and crouch down clutching his forehead, but he only had this one chance.
The others swarmed up, knocked him directly to the ground, and then followed with countless punches and kicks.
Sean held his head with both hands; other than curling up and passively taking the beating, he had no other choice.
"Hehe, you've got guts?!"
The one who had brandished the knife earlier, seeing this, gave up on attacking the elderly couple, grinned to reveal a mouthful of smoke-stained yellow teeth, and laughed cruelly: "Then let you die for them!!"
"No..."
The elderly couple on the ground let out a cry of surprise.
But they couldn't change anything at all.
Seeing the figure rushing towards him with madness.
'Am I going to die?'
A trace of relief flashed in the depths of Sean's gray eyes. He thought: "This time is the same; I can't change anything. But if I die in this way, surely they will be proud of me..."
Even if only a little bit.
'Clang~!!'
The expected stabbing pain did not happen. Instead, the knife flew spinning into a garbage pile in the distance. The force was so great, it was like a bullet exploding.
"Hiss... Ah~~!!"
The crazy junkie, his arrogance completely gone, was now wailing while clutching his mangled palm.
Blood fell to the ground, even less valuable than his tears of pain.
Sean had just seen a red beam of light shoot down from the air.
'What happened?'
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the pitch-black night sky.
Similar to his actions were the elderly couple who were lying on the ground waiting to die, as well as the other four suspicious and uncertain thugs.
High above in the sky.
Dark clouds were gradually pushed away by the wind, revealing sparse stars.
A red cape fluttered in the night wind. Its owner was a female superhero with a graceful figure, wearing a deep blue uniform.
She descended slowly from the air. The gold-stamped'S' pattern on her chest was dazzling, and her beautiful azure eyes gleamed with cold light:
"Some people are in hell but are still worth saving, while some people are in the human world, but they should go to hell."
The heroine's voice was cold, as if she already knew the current situation like the back of her hand.
Her simple words had two completely different effects.
For some reason, Sean, who had just been numbly waiting to die, and the elderly couple, felt as if a breeze had brushed through their hearts, and all their anxiety and terror vanished completely.
Sean even had the feeling that his parents, wife, and child were still there, a long-lost feeling of being home.
"Wuwu..."
Sean felt his throat a bit dry. Something heavy had been removed. Before he could come to his senses, his eyes were already filled with crystal-clear hot tears.
On the other side.
The 5 drugged thugs, however, seemed to see some terrifying scene.
The person kneeling on the ground, clutching his hand and wailing, shouted: "Who are you, why are you meddling in our business?!"
"Me?"
The heroine's red lips parted slightly, and she walked slowly towards them, like a tigress entering a hunting state.
"I am Supergirl."
"After you go to hell, remember to tell Satan my name."
'Zzzla~~!'
'Zzzla~~!'
The scorching red light flickered, illuminating the night sky, and everything was over.
Supergirl used her Heat Vision twice more. One was specially prepared for the knife-wielding attacker, directly blowing up his head; such scum was just a waste of food while alive.
The other was for the remaining four accomplices, precisely hitting all four in a row, piercing their shoulders, arms, or chests as they tried to escape.
"Ah..."
"Help..."
If anyone among them died because of this, it was what they deserved. If anyone was lucky enough to survive, let them spend the rest of their lives in such nightmares and pain sequelae.
Supergirl turned a deaf ear to the screams.
She glanced at these scumbags one last time and turned to look at Sean and the elderly couple.
"You are safe."
Supergirl's cold expression softened, and her delicate features suddenly became vivid. She said in a pleasant voice to comfort them: "After you leave, remember to report to the police station and say that Supergirl took care of this scum."
In an instant, the souls of Sean and the elderly couple were completely purified. The old woman even felt that her amnesia had improved quite a bit.
"Superwoman, Supergirl?"
The elderly couple confirmed with gratitude, supporting each other to stand up. The heroine's outfit style gave them a strong sense of familiarity.
"Yes."
Supergirl's red cape fluttered gently in the night wind. She said: "Superman, Supergirl, we are a perfect match. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are okay, hurry up and leave. You won't be lucky enough to meet me every time~!"
After saying this, she turned around gently, preparing to leave.
"Please wait, Supergirl..."
Sean hesitated again and again, but finally made up his mind before Supergirl left.
Seeing Supergirl look over, Sean gritted his teeth.
"I request you to do me a favor..."
When yesterday becomes the past, a story has an ending.
People can never know what will happen tomorrow, but Sean knew one thing very clearly: if he had stopped trying after failure after failure, at this very moment, the elderly couple would not have survived, and he would not have had the chance to talk to Supergirl.
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