"Sister Lan Yan, please take me this far..." I looked at the beautiful woman before me, her long, jet-black hair tied back in a cascading ponytail, her fair, oval face free of makeup, yet radiating a refreshing beauty.
Her name was Tang Lan Yan, my partner for the past five years. We traveled the world, achieving remarkable success.
However, the injuries I sustained three years ago in the strait were too severe. I spent over two years in a life support system, barely managing to survive.
But my supernatural abilities were reduced to less than a tenth, leaving me no choice but to leave this world I had lived in for seven years...
"Xiao Dong..."
Sister Lan Yan wouldn't let go of me. Her long, slender, smooth, jade-like arms encircled my neck, burying my head in her full, firm breasts, round like ripe peaches—plump, soft, and moist, accompanied by a faint scent of soap and a delicate fragrance like orchids and musk.
I was practically suffocating. Sister Lan Yan was a tall, slender beauty, but her personality was always defiant; she always leaned towards men's ways and didn't see herself as a woman.
It seemed to stem from some kind of obsession. Not only did she oppose gender discrimination in her actions, but even her clothing habits were driven by convenience. Because women's underwear wasn't very convenient, I hadn't seen her wear one in the past five years!
Therefore, now those two ripe, full breasts were intimately in contact with my face through only a thin layer of clothing. The warm, soft touch, the intoxicating fragrance, the bouncy pressure…
I could even feel a pointed nipple pressing against my lips, and saliva involuntarily welled up in my mouth.
A touch of moisture touched those tender, pointed tips…
Sister Lan Yan let out a soft "Mmm," gently pushing me away. A strand of her hair had somehow wandered to the front, lightly bitten by her red lips. A barely perceptible blush rose on her fair cheeks. Sister Lan Yan's soft "Mmm" sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly lowered my head.
My gaze, however, swept back to the peak of her breasts, to the slightest bulge moistened by saliva. My breathing quickened.
"Xiao Dong…you…"
Sister Lan Yan seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent. Instead, she thrust her breasts out even higher. I saw an indescribable ripple of moisture in her gentle eyes, and an inexplicable allure filled the air.
My heart pounded. Sister Lan Yan never cared about anyone's opinions, always adhering to her beliefs that women should never be inferior to men, no matter where they were. She was uninhibited during missions, openly bathing naked in a stream with male team members, and even relieving herself without hesitation.
We didn't see anything wrong with it. Her generosity, independence, and uniqueness were unmatched by most women; she was like a resilient female warrior in the Amazon rainforest. No man would think of Sister Lan Yan as a woman who needed protection; she seemed to be one of them, even their leader.
But now, I felt a strange, strong sense of femininity emanating from Sister Lan Yan, a maternal aura…
Just then, the helicopter on the helipad nearby began to spin rapidly. I looked up at Sister Lan Yan.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her hands, capable of snapping a neck with their bare hands, reached up to my collar, adjusting it for the umpteenth time. "I'll come to see you in Shen City sometimes," she said.
I nodded, a pang of sadness in my heart. In these seven long years, I hadn't contacted the outside world even once. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but the superhuman front required extreme secrecy. Our lives were usually a two-point line between overseas and the remote mountains of Guizhou, constantly teetering on the edge of life and death.
So, Sister Lan Yan had no way to contact me. This parting… I didn't know if we'd ever see each other again…
"Sister Lan Yan, take care."
I picked up my few pieces of luggage and resolutely turned to walk towards the helicopter behind me. Sister Lan Yan seemed to be watching me intently. I didn't dare turn back, because from now on, we were probably from two different worlds.
Watching the helicopter disappear into the distance, Tang Lanyan gently wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye. Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. A pair of long, beautiful legs encased in gleaming stockings gracefully approached, their curves alluring. A slender, shapely figure was wrapped in a white lab coat, her neck long and elegant, and a pair of frameless silver-rimmed glasses adorned her cool, beautiful face.
The woman bore a resemblance to Tang Lanyan, but appeared more shrewd. Her bright, beautiful eyes behind the glasses seemed to pierce through one's soul. This was Zhao Ziran, Tang Lanyan's half-sister.
Zhao Ziran walked to Tang Lanyan's side, her slender, jade-like fingers adjusting the glasses on her high-bridged nose. She said with a hint of helplessness, "Lanyan, why are you so sad? Didn't the organization send you to Shen City specifically to protect him? It's not like you'll never see him again."
Tang Lanyan shook her head, continuing to gaze in the direction the helicopter had gone, saying nothing.
As intelligent as Zhao Ziran was, she naturally understood her thoughts. Although she could still see him every day, she couldn't disturb his life. After all…
He had already sacrificed too much for this country; she absolutely couldn't let him come into contact with that darkness again. Otherwise, the memory replacement she had spent two years painstakingly completing might not be effective.
After all—
The mental strength of a strategic-level superhuman is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
…
The helicopter flew over the vast mountains of Guizhou. Strange peaks and beautiful cliffs, lush greenery everywhere, winding mountain roads like silver ribbons, towns scattered like stars—this was the magnificent landscape of our motherland.
I don't regret sacrificing seven years for her…
But recalling my life as a superhuman, my most vivid memories aren't the life-or-death battles with the enemy. Perhaps it's because I was asleep on the life support device for two years; these memories are all somewhat blurred.
But the time I spent with Sister Lan Yan, Sister Zhi Ran, and the other team members is unforgettable; perhaps many years from now, it will still be vividly remembered…
I sighed. Actually, the concept of "superhumans" didn't even exist twelve years ago.
Twelve years ago, in 2023 AD, the first Taiwan Strait Crisis erupted. Leaving aside the various national-level competitions, a major event with far-reaching consequences occurred at that time.
The "aircraft carrier sinking incident."
A man dressed in the attire of an Eastern martial artist charged alone from the sea towards the American fleet. No one knew who he was or where he came from; when he appeared under the world's spotlight, he was running on the seawater. Some astonishingly estimated his speed to be at least 400 kilometers per hour.
How incredible!
His speed almost exceeded ten times that of a world sprint champion, and this was all while theoretically impossible to stand on seawater!
Faced with this unknown monster, the US military opened fire without hesitation. Unable to lock on, countless naval guns and close-in weapon systems unleashed terrifying tongues of fire at the man, instantly engulfing him in a forest of water columns…
However, he did not die. Instead, with some mysterious power, he withstood the countless flames and reached the largest and most advanced aircraft carrier in the US Navy.
What happened next is unclear. All that is known is that the aircraft carrier quickly burst into flames and then, as Western commentators put it, "sank at almost the speed of a leaky boat!"
The world was shocked. Some cried out for God, some for Satan, some knelt and called upon Allah…
Although no one knows whether the man lived or died, it cannot be denied that this event marked the beginning of another era!
Some call it the "Age of the Supernatural."
In the ten years following the advent of the Age of the Supernatural, various superhumans emerged like mushrooms after rain. Then, based on the different levels of power displayed by these superhumans, the world's nations divided them into five levels of superhumans!
Microscopic, Disruptive, Dangerous, Military-Level, Strategic, and then there's a forbidden level that only exists in speculation.
The emergence of supernatural powers has driven people into a frenzy. They idolize superhumans like celebrities, though most of the superhumans featured on television are only at the Microscopic or Disruptive level, yet even that's enough to overturn people's understanding.