I listened from the rear, piecing together the whole story. It seemed the leader, the one they called the 'Mummy,' was heading to the mountains for medical treatment, likely for the same kind of spots on her face. Unforeseen, enemy agents had gotten wind of the plan.

This leader carried the weight of a certain classified national research project—a weapon so troubling that even hostile foreign powers were vexed by it. They aimed to use this opportunity to eliminate the Mummy leader, thereby derailing the Great Dragon Nation’s research midway.

Two Feilong helicopters, along with their pilots, were already lost. I didn't know if there were other personnel aboard, but I clearly caught their final transmission: "As long as we soldiers are here, the enemy’s conspiracy will never succeed!"

Damn it, the hostiles below were likely from the Star Nation or the Rotten Bird Nation. I was a soldier, after all; I absolutely could not let these bastards’ scheme prevail. I would intercept the missile even if it meant using my own body as a shield.

"Everyone listen..."

"You! Yes, you! You are the most unexpected person in this operation! Did you betray the action plan to the spies!"

The moment I spoke up, I alerted Number Eleven, and the finger immediately pointed at me.

The 'Mummy' asked the female doctor, "Yes, Qingqing, who exactly is he? Do you know him?"

The doctor replied, "He's a distant cousin of Elder Zhang from our company. I had people check his identity, and there were no issues."

I flared up indignantly, "You suspect me of being a traitor! I served for five years, I know what honor and shame mean; I wouldn't commit an act that brings collective condemnation upon humanity! Never mind what you think. I’m going out to intercept the missile. If you truly care, help me secure a martyr's designation, a larger pension. No need for thanks."

I stood up and shoved Number Eleven aside at the cabin door, diving headfirst toward the streaking missile. Let them gape in shock behind me; facts would prove everything.

The instant I leaped into the air, I felt that sensation from the flood, that day in the torrent. The violent airflow surrounding me caressed my body as lightly as a girl's hand. I tried kicking my legs a few times arbitrarily, and to my surprise, I soared through the air, propelled by inertia, as if swimming!

The missile, previously rushing toward me at high speed, now floated lazily, like a paper airplane from childhood. I kicked my legs hard a few times and met it head-on. The missile wasn't large, maybe the size of my arm. It clearly lacked a secondary propulsion system, and its range couldn't be that high.

As the missile was about to smash into my face—an impact that would certainly cause an explosion—it felt surprisingly slow to me now. I had plenty of time to grab it and pull it off its original trajectory.

The missile carried me, passing beneath the Feilong helicopter. I flipped over and ended up standing on it, essentially achieving 'missile-riding flight.' Whistling through the air, I gazed at the boundless, vast forest below, and a surge of heroism swelled in my heart. Others might boast of traveling forty thousand li sitting down, but I was traveling eighty thousand li standing on a missile—though, of course, I knew this missile couldn't fly that far; it was just a metaphor for the moment.

Although my speed was greatly reduced while riding the missile, it circled in the air and began to turn back toward me. Damn it, its guidance system was still active. I crouched down and smashed my fist into its instrument compartment, turning it into pulp. Unexpectedly, my strength had hardened my fist; I shattered the metal skin yet felt no pain.

I’ve never surfed a wave or gone bungee jumping, but this was the first time I felt such exhilaration in the air. It brought to mind an old saying from the respected elder: "Let the winds and waves rage, it’s better than a leisurely stroll." This feeling was wonderfully carefree. As for the misunderstanding just now, I couldn't care less about it anymore.

No, wait! Two more missiles shot out from a small mountain hollow. It seems these people were well-prepared, smuggling this much ordnance into the border area. I wrenched my foot sharply, changing the missile's direction so it flew toward the two newly launched projectiles.

The two missiles zipped past me, one on each side, aiming for the Number One Feilong helicopter. I reached out and grabbed them both, then kicked the original missile carrying me toward the small hollow. With a slight twist of my hands, I redirected the two missiles I held and promptly tossed them toward the hollow as well.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Three successive explosions erupted from the small hollow. Though these missiles weren't large, the warheads packed considerable force. Anyone inside was unlikely to emerge unscathed.

Huh? Why am I hovering in mid-air without stepping on anything beneath my feet? Has my high-D physical conditioning become this potent? Oh no, my head spun, the surroundings blurred violently, and my body began to plummet, tumbling end over end repeatedly. After three or four tumbles, I coughed up the breakfast I’d eaten, my eyes rolled back, and I passed out. It seems my high-D physical ability has reverted to low-C. Isn't this dangerous?

*******

In my haze, I overheard two people chatting beside me:

"Qingqing, are you missing a man? You were complaining on the helicopter the other day that I kept you from finding a boyfriend. How about I introduce you to one? Just tell me which descendant of a prominent military family you fancy, and I'll ask my grandfather and father to put in a word for you. Honestly, if you just give a hint, those men would trip over themselves trying to please you."

"Sister Rou, I’m already 24; it’s normal if I want to date. But I definitely don't like those people you mentioned. What good are they? Besides knowing how to eat, drink, and have fun, what else do they do?"

The other person's tone shifted abruptly, "You don't like them? Could it be you’ve taken a liking to that B-class Superman from **? Is the little girl’s heart captured by a hero?"

Who is this B-class Superman? Could they be talking about me? Does this B-class have anything to do with the high, middle, and low levels on the physical fitness testing device?

"Little Sister Rou, you shouldn't speak carelessly; people might misunderstand if they hear. I only have a research interest in him. It's not like you, an experienced person, understand everything."

The other person’s tone held what sounded like endless sorrow, "Am I experienced? I’ve never actually dated. I’ve been married for two years, and we’ve never spent a single night together. If it weren't for family connections, we might have ended things long ago. He simply doesn't like me; he never gives me a second glance. I know about my physical issues, so I don't try to force him or restrict him. I don’t care what he does outside, as long as my grandfather and father are satisfied and happy..."

The conversation drifted further afield, and I slowly woke up. Opening my eyes, I saw the two speakers were the female doctor and the female officer from the helicopter. Looking closely, I admired the female officer's figure again—it was truly magnificent, especially her breasts, which strained against her white uniform shirt as if ready to burst, yet her waist was so slender. If it weren't for the rust spots on her face, she would certainly be a great beauty.

I had only seen two women's chests before. Fang Yanmeng's was the petite type, and Zhao Fen's was the full-figured type. But compared to this female officer, Zhao Fen likely didn't measure up to even two-thirds of her.

The female officer’s bra was unique. Besides the normal shoulder straps and back band, there was an extra strap under the armpit that connected to her back to prevent the excess flesh of such ample breasts from being squeezed into the armpit area and forming bulges. Furthermore, her cups were specially designed for capacity; her full, prominent breasts were perfectly encased in the custom bra, pushing the uniform buttons close to popping off.

The female doctor’s breasts were not drastically different from Zhao Fen's, except her nipples were smaller than Zhao Fen’s. However, the female doctor's breasts were much whiter than the female officer's. It turned out the female officer had rust spots not just on her face but also on her nipples. What a pity; what a pair of wonderful, large breasts—at least an E-cup, I’d guess! ???!!! After appraising them for so long, it finally hit me: I... I... I saw through their clothes!

Yes, it was true. As I looked down from the female officer’s face toward her full chest, I wanted to see deeper, and then I truly did see through it. I not only observed her bra in detail, but the female doctor also didn't escape my gaze. Heavens, what is this! I could see through clothes; does this mean I can look at anyone I want from now on?

The mysterious power of the energy stone has reappeared in me? My God, will I truly become Superman, the invincible kind? This is what everyone dreams of in reality.

Peeking at women's undergarments is not the act of a true gentleman, so I drew back my wandering thoughts. As I relaxed my mental power and attention, the clothes settled back onto them.

"Ahem, ahem," I deliberately coughed to attract their attention.

The female doctor was overjoyed to see me awake, "You’re finally awake! We were about to panic if you slept any longer."

I turned to observe my surroundings. I was in my own bed in the small town clinic.

The female officer managed a rare smile, "Hero, you’re finally awake. Otherwise, we really would have had to hold a memorial service for you. The pension money was already prepared."

I knew there was nothing actually wrong with my body, so there was no need to keep lying down. As I got out of bed, I said to the female officer, "Thank you for your concern, Chief. I was just trying to save the country some pension money. Comrades, the nation has difficulties; we must save where we can."

The female officer laughed sweetly, "You’re quite amusing when you speak. My name is Yi Xiaorou. Tell us, how did you manage to play around with three missiles so effortlessly in the air? Even the foreign SUPERMAN couldn't do that, I suspect."

I scratched the back of my head and asked the female doctor, "You are a doctor; can you give me an answer? I seemed to hear you mentioning B-class Superman earlier. What does that mean? Honestly, jumping out of the cabin was purely impulsive; I didn't think it through at all."

The female doctor looked at me seriously, "My name is Hua Qingqing. You are Zhao Qian, the medicinal herb purchaser here, right? Actually, all the SB medicinal herbs passed through my hands to this patient. Theoretically, I am your superior. What, don't you think it necessary to report your work progress during this phase?"

Actually, when the Hua Clan General Hospital was moving boxes, I realized the doctor in this small town was a colleague from the same company, though we belonged to different systems—she was hospital, I was pharmaceutical. That's why I never paid much attention. But I never expected this connection between us.

"Comrade Leader, I know I've neglected my primary duties recently, so I’ve decided to resign out of shame. You two chat slowly; I'm going out to find someone first."

I shouldn't babble nonsense here. I need to find Zhao Fen and Fang Yanmeng quickly. I don't know how they've been doing these past few days; I hope nothing bad happened.

Hua Qingqing looked a bit anxious, "Zhao Qian, don't evade my questions. Can you tell me what happened during your time in the small town? I don't want you to hide anything. Look, this is the needle that broke just now when we tried to give you an injection. Not only did you control missiles, but your body was impenetrable to needles. Can you explain that?"

It seems I'm exposed. I didn't expect my body to self-protect even while I was asleep. I was careless, "Tell me what a B-class Superman is first, and then I'll tell you about my situation."

Hua Qingqing smiled charmingly, "You really know how to negotiate. Alright, I'll tell you."

Hua Qingqing explained the origin of the B-substance and how those medicinal herbs contained small amounts of it, which later disappeared. As I listened, I considered how much of my own story I should reveal. Hiding everything was impossible; the pile of broken needles was on the table, not to mention the heroic deeds performed on impulse. Anything else I said, no one would believe.

Finally, I told Hua Qingqing about eating that giant python. I figured that could completely explain the strange things happening to my body. As for the energy stone and related matters, absolute secrecy was necessary.

Hua Qingqing seemed a bit excited, "Sister Rou, everything aligns. We aren't far from success. Zhao Qian, you are lucky. Based on my speculation, your body's genes have been completely modified by the B-substance inside the python. That's why you possess some superhuman abilities. Hurry and take us to find that python; Sister Rou's recovery depends entirely on it."

Before I could speak, Yi Xiaorou addressed me, "Zhao Qian, as a former soldier, you now possess abilities beyond ordinary people. We hope you can return to the military to serve the country. I can introduce you to the Special Forces first; with your current abilities, your future is boundless."

$##!...$

Why didn't she say this sooner? If this had happened before I retired last year, I would have been ecstatic. But now that I was about to marry, have children, and become a super-leader managing countless robots and amassing vast wealth, I wouldn't go back to the army for anything.

Seeing my silence, Hua Qingqing turned to Yi Xiaorou, "Sister Rou, your old habit is acting up again. Is treating your illness more important right now, or discovering talent for the nation?"

Yi Xiaorou could only relent, "Fine, we'll discuss this later. Let’s go find that python first."

I was eager to go out and ask Dean Wu about Zhao Fen and Zhao Fang, so I chimed in, "Yes, the main business is urgent. Let's go now while there's still plenty of daylight. It gets easy to get lost once it gets dark in the Black Pine Forest."

As we stepped out, we bumped right into Dean Wu. Before I could ask anything, the old man smiled cheerily, "Little Zhao, you're awake? Those young ladies were driven mad with worry after you disappeared, crying their eyes out daily. Before they left, they held onto a shred of hope and left you a letter. Here, I've finally completed my task. Oh, you’re heading out? That’s fine, we can chat properly another day. Go take care of your business."

I took the letter, my heart surging as I opened it, only to be stunned. "Dean, what happened to it? How am I supposed to read this?"

Dean Wu peered over my shoulder and apologized sheepishly, "Sorry, sorry. That old woman didn't know I had a letter in my pocket and washed it."

The only legible part on the paper was the beginning: 'Dear Brother, if you see this letter...' It looked like there was contact information, but now nothing was clear. I only knew that Fang Yanmeng and Xiao Chuchu were from the Capital, but the vast sea of people in the Capital—where would I even begin to search?

"Then they didn't say where they were going when they left? And why did Zhao Fen and Zhao Fang leave with those two girls?" I asked Dean Wu.

Dean Wu recalled, "After your incident, those two girls somehow gathered a large group of people. They searched the river area for half a month, but still couldn't find any clue of you. In disappointment, they left with the two younger girls, saying they were taking them back to the Capital for school or something."

Disappointed, I said to Dean Wu, "Thank you, Dean Wu. We're leaving now."

Dejected, I led the group toward the Black Pine Forest. Accompanying us were two mysterious men from the Feilong armed helicopter; I knew they were Yi Xiaorou's bodyguards, codenamed Ten and Eleven.

I walked at the front, with the muscular man codenamed 10 and the seemingly listless man codenamed 11 following closely. He walked and whispered to me, "We apologize for misunderstanding you. Thank you for saving us."

Because of my military background, I enjoyed interacting with these martial arts practitioners. I cupped my hands in greeting toward the two, "You're too kind. Anyone would have thought the same in that situation. My name is Zhao Qian. What are your names?"

The muscular man also cupped his hands, "Number Ten is my name."

I knew that some secrets in the military couldn't be easily revealed, sometimes including a person's name. For high-level bodyguards like them, it wasn't strange to have their identity information erased upon joining a special unit, leaving them without a formal name.

A hand suddenly reached out from the side, "My name is Eleven. If we have a chance, let's spar."

He offered a handshake, and of course, I couldn't refuse. The moment we touched, I sensed his impure intentions, but challenging me in strength probably wasn't his best move. Even though my physical conditioning was unstable, basic functions like this seemed to remain.

At first, Number Eleven, with his dull expression, showed a hint of a smile. But as the contest progressed, the smile vanished. Soon after, his face began to flush red. After holding on for a few more seconds, Number Eleven suddenly let go, "Brother Zhao is truly formidable. Eleven admits defeat. I won't dare mention sparring again."

I used to envy the bodyguards serving the top leaders. Now, being able to call them brothers and earning their respect filled me with smug delight. "Brother Eleven, you're too polite. I just have a bit of brute strength; I don't know much else. It would be great if we could exchange experiences sometime."

Number Ten and Number Eleven gave me wry smiles and then retreated behind Yi Xiaorou, saying nothing more. I understood it was their duty, so I didn't bother them further, just silently proceeded along the path I had taken before toward the giant python's cave.