PFC Chapter 4352 Body of Steel (The End)
Chapter 4352 Body of Steel (The End)
Chapter 4352 Body of Steel (The End)
In silence, the work continued. Everyone was extremely focused, careful, and their movements were swift and efficient, seemingly without any flaws. But in reality, they were simply taking tiny bits of tissue—completely inactive tissue—from the existing wound.
Three or four people were gathered around the wound. These top-notch doctors, with the utmost professionalism, were doing what any surgical intern could do, yet they appeared extremely tense and on high alert.
Meanwhile, others were also busy, sometimes coming forward to observe, sometimes studying and discussing. One person sat in a chair drawing cross-sectional diagrams, while another sat there writing medical records; they were all working enthusiastically.
This is where the advantage of English vocabulary becomes apparent. Amanda could only understand that they were discussing some technical data, but she couldn't understand the specifics at all. After all, each organ has its own technical term, and the parts of organs have their own technical terms. Just the different muscles alone could be distinguished by countless words. So, apart from professionals, no one could understand what they were saying.
Amanda overheard the commotion and realized they were probably having some problems. She asked a few times, but the other person seemed completely uninterested in explaining. She couldn't press the issue further, as her vocabulary was limited, and asking more would make her seem like an illiterate fool, so she stopped asking.
Fortunately, Amanda overdid it and rushed things, managing to recruit top doctors from various departments at different hospitals. They were all top-notch doctors with similar skill levels, and they had plenty to talk about regarding professional issues. If she had actually brought in a few interns, things might have been exposed.
She worked like this for a full ten hours. It wasn't that nothing was produced; she submitted many reports. However, Amanda herself couldn't understand these reports. She only knew that these things could be sold for money and used to exchange for benefits, so she was satisfied.
Furthermore, she was even more eager for the doctor to cause as little damage to the body as possible, so that once she obtained the professional data, she could sell the body again. Naturally, the more intact the body was, the better, as this would fetch a higher price.
These ten hours were naturally the process of the three energies within Clark's body interacting and eventually merging into one. This is also why no external force intervened during the long internal struggle—all the doctors in the room were buying him time.
Dr. Niemann, who had just sent out another batch of necrotic tissue slides, suddenly noticed that the tissue beneath Superman's chest skin was peeking out like a new sprout. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Turn the body over. I need to see the penetrating wound on his back."
The group immediately turned the body over. This pleased Amanda; after ten hours of investigation, they had finally moved on to the next step.
The reason is that the wound on the back is actually very small, about the thickness of a finger, and can not even be seen if you don't look closely, so it is easy to cover up.
Nieman also feigned dissatisfaction, saying, "We're moving too slowly. I want to go home sooner. Here's the deal: from now on, we'll rotate shifts every twenty minutes, and everyone must continuously extract tissue from it. No one is allowed to rest before their shift ends."
The doctors, with their exceptional eyesight, had naturally noticed the anomaly long ago. They immediately understood Dr. Niemann's intention—the so-called prohibition against rest and the insistence on continuous work actually meant keeping their heads down to study the corpse, thus concealing the wounds.
Because the camera is mounted overhead, it cannot capture a clear image of the wound when doctors bend over to examine it, and therefore cannot capture any changes in the wound.
So the doctors in the room took turns working, heads down, either carefully removing epidermal tissue from near the wound or handing the removed tissue to their assistants without looking up.
This meant that Amanda, who was watching the camera, couldn't see how the wound was changing, and naturally didn't notice that the muscle tissue was healing at an astonishing rate.
Maintaining this posture is extremely difficult. The doctors' sweat drips continuously onto the masks of their protective suits, but no one makes a sound, as if they are silently upholding their oath.
Click, click. The room was so quiet that only the ticking of the clock could be heard. Finally, when it was Dr. Niemann's turn, the small wound on his back had completely healed.
When he placed his hand on Superman's chest, he heard the heartbeat gradually return to its strong and powerful rhythm. Sweat dripped down again, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light. He finally straightened up slowly, looked at his colleagues, and said, "The surgery is over. Thank you all for your hard work."
Upon hearing this, Amanda instinctively glanced at the screen, only to find all the doctors frozen in place. She immediately snapped, somewhat annoyed, "What are you doing? Get back to work!"
“I’m sorry, madam. I have done my duty.” Dr. Niemann made the sign of the cross on his chest, placed his hand on his forehead, extended two fingers upward in a prayer gesture, and said, “I swore before God that I would use all the abilities God had given me to help others and never bring shame upon the Lord. I have done so. Amen.”
"What are you doing?!" Amanda was furious, not even noticing that the fingers of the corpse lying on the lab table twitched.
A few minutes later, fully armed soldiers stormed into the laboratory. Amanda stepped out from the crowd, about to say something, when she met a pair of blue eyes.
Superman sat up, then floated slowly above the experimental table and said, "I used to think that calling oneself God was too arrogant. But even if there is one such righteous person in this world, I should save him."
“I never thought I had the right to judge others, but even if there is only one sinner like you in the world, judgment and killing will no longer be sins.”
"I'm never good at disappointing people."
Sizzle—!!!
Laser beams shot from her eyes. Amanda remained stunned, then a line of blood spread from her forehead to her jaw, then to her chest and abdomen. To everyone's shock, she was sliced in two, her body slowly falling to either side.
Superman soared into the sky, and under the watchful gaze of the helicopter, he took a deep breath. A horizontal laser beam instantly burned away the entire ceiling of the base. The rooms were exposed, revealing countless corpses and specimens, finally bathed in long-awaited sunlight.
Clark had discovered that the laser beams shooting from his eyes were no longer the original red. A strange power surged within his chest, as if the energy he received from sunlight had been transformed into something else.
He had always disliked using laser beams; they were too violent, solely for destruction. But for some reason, he now felt that this new power granted him the ability to create. So he decided to give it a try.
Everyone inside the building rushed out. And as everyone watched, the laser beam fired by the figure flying in mid-air struck the building, but instead of destroying it, it transformed into purple light, enveloping the building and slowly lifting it up.
This mysterious energy enveloped the building and flew towards the metropolitan area with Superman.
Meanwhile, in the bustling central square of the metropolis, Christmas decorations were everywhere. People were browsing for their favorite gifts, and the streets were bustling with activity.
Suddenly, a massive black shadow enveloped them. In the very center of the square, the building was lowered, so lightly and silently. Its base was smoothed out, so it was perfectly balanced, as if the building had simply grown out of the square itself. And the figure floating in the air was none other than Superman, the one who had appeared on the front page of the morning newspaper, supposedly already dead.
"Superman! It's Superman!"
"Great, Superman isn't dead!!"
"He's not dead! I knew he was alive!"
Everyone screamed as they watched the figures descending from the sky. Then, another flash of purple light appeared, and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet suddenly appeared on the rooftop of the building closest to Superman.
The editor-in-chief was initially bewildered until Clark pointed to the building below. The journalist's keen instincts were fully activated when he saw the corpses piled up in the room with the ceiling removed. He pounced on it like a hungry wolf.
Soon, countless reporters swarmed the building. Then came helicopters and fighter jets, all targeting Superman, seemingly emboldened by Superman's previous death.
Those standing on the ground looked up at the sky, all wondering what fate Superman would bring upon them. Would he kill them? Or would he show mercy as before, remaining indifferent to their attacks?
But to everyone's surprise, Superman remained suspended in mid-air, allowing helicopters and fighter jets to fly around him. Police cars also gathered in increasing numbers until they blocked the intersection.
Countless memories flashed through Clark's mind: the parent who came to thank him after he saved the school bus and promised never to reveal his abnormality; the ranger who said nothing after seeing him fly to rescue people from the fire; the sailor who pretended not to see him use his superpowers to save people during a deep-sea fishing expedition; the policeman who covered his wounds with a body bag even though he knew he was still breathing and his wounds were healing; the doctors who knew he wasn't dead but conspired to deceive Amanda, buying him enough time to recover...
For these people, he has no room for failure, no right to be weak. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, he can only succeed.
He once wanted to be responsible for everyone, but never considered the meaning of doing so; he also wanted to make the world a better place, but couldn't find enough motivation. But at this moment, he knew he had to forge a body of steel, unyielding to hardship, invincible to adversity, rising stronger with each challenge, persevering to the very end, just to be the last line of defense in their fall. If society cannot lift them up, if God cannot save them—then I will.
Before everyone's eyes, Superman suddenly vanished. Just as everyone thought he had completed his mission and left, an even larger shadow loomed over Metropolis.
A mountain appeared before everyone, exposed to the guns of everyone around it. Its terrain was majestic and its buildings magnificent, like a heavenly kingdom descending.
The onlookers looked up and quickly recognized the iconic building. They usually refer to this area as "Capitol Hill."
Comfortable