What would happen if Superman had black technology? The thought of it was terrifying, and now? Wesley wanted to get some black technology for Kayla. When the two of them returned home, Wesley started searching the Internet.
First, there was the issue of clothing. Wesley had not changed much in terms of appearance. After all, it was a classic style. Short skirt, long boots, red and blue combination, handsome red skin, and the mark of Big S on the chest. Such a set of clothes was completed under Wesley's pen. Kayla picked it up and looked at it again and again, very satisfied.
"Okay, now that the appearance is confirmed, let's start. Although you can defend against bullets, you can defend against bullets, right?" Wesley asked again with uncertainty.
"I think so. I'm the same as my cousin. Yes, I think so." Kayla wasn't sure herself. After all, she hadn't been shot at before, so she wouldn't know. But if Superman can be bulletproof, then so can she.
"Okay, then let's make sure you're not afraid of bullets, but the clothes must be bulletproof. Otherwise, even if you're not afraid, it won't look good if the clothes are torn. Your cousin's clothes seem to be very good. They should be made of alien material, but we're not bad on earth, especially in the area of synthetic fibers. Leave this to me. Let me see what materials can be bought." Wesley went online and began to search. This kind of thing is not difficult for him. He just didn't use it before. After all, he is not used to wearing underwear outside.
"Not bad, not bad. I can buy all the raw materials I need. When the materials arrive, I can start to synthesize the self-made fiber and make it into a double layer. The outside is for defense, but it will definitely be uncomfortable to put it on my body. With an inner lining, it will be strong and practical."
"Wesley, how do you know so much? Why don't you find a better job?" Kayla was surprised that Wesley knew so much, but why was he just a small reporter?
"Freedom. I have a fixed job, and at the same time, I'm very free to work. There's only good news, so I'll make a lot of money in the future. Look, now I've posted three articles. The first two have made $5,000, and the third one has a $10,000 reward. Isn't this a good life? This is the life I like, not to choose something I don't like to live better."
"Thank you." Kayla's thanks were a little sudden, but Wesley understood that he had untied the knot in her heart.
"It doesn't matter. We're friends, right? Now let's see what happens next. Technical support is very necessary, especially in communications. Although your hearing is good and you can hear a lot of things, that requires concentration. We still need communication tools."
This time, Wesley went online to look for the Radio Broadcasting Corporation of Nyxonair City. "Look, this radio company covers the entire process, and the signal tower is the highest one. We can use this signal tower to do something. I'll finally make a signal transceiver and install it at the highest point. I need your help with this. When the time comes, bring a wireless earpiece, and I can talk to you anywhere in the city."
"That's great. You're a genius." Kayla cheered excitedly.
"That's not all. Then I'll make a watch-style potentiometer so that I can find you under any circumstances. By the way, the Kryptonite is a big threat to you. This needs to be overcome, but I don't have the material to analyze it." Wesley needs the Kryptonite, not only for Kayla, but also to study some of the radiation sources on it.
"My cousin might have it, right? But he went to Planet Krypton to check and hasn't come back yet. I'll ask him when he comes back!"
"That's good. We'll talk about it when the time comes. Now the first thing to do is to make equipment and your training. This way, we'll do it slowly."
After confirming the early targets, Wesley began to procure the raw materials. Three days later, Kayla's first uniform was complete. She wore it excitedly and kept looking in the mirror.
Supergirl's body lines were really good, and Wesley found them pleasing to the eye. "Okay, we can go practice a few nights. First, it's about flying. You need to know what your current maximum speed is. At the same time, you need to practice a series of movements such as rapid turns and air evasion. When the time comes, I will direct you from the ground. You will make the movements according to my password. Do you understand? This is to practice your reaction ability and your actual ability to face unexpected situations."
"Understood," Kayla responded with a smile. She's really happy now. It's great to have someone who recognizes and supports you.
So every night, Wesley would come outside the city with Kayla, and then Wesley would constantly guide her in her training, as well as her fighting skills. Was fighting useful to Superman Girl? Very useful. Fighting was not only about skills, but also about force, evasion, continuity of movements, and the way to attack the human body's weaknesses.
If these things were learned, they would be very effective for Kayla's strength. But Wesley was hesitant about whether to use a weapon. Should he give Super Girl a weapon?
"Kayla, do you want to use a weapon?" Wesley couldn't decide for himself, so he asked Kayla directly.
"Weapon. I don't really want to use a weapon. I don't like it." Kayla shook her head. Wesley doesn't have to worry about it now. Since she doesn't want to use it, she doesn't need it. But Wesley still has to be taught about the application of weapons, especially the weapons around him, like wine bottles and chairs. Of course, this is a joke.
Over the next month, Wesley did a lot of training on Kayla's abilities, and Super Girl never showed up again, which upset Miss Kate Grant.
"This guy actually stopped showing up. Doesn't she know that the whole city is waiting for her news?" Miss Kate Grant roared at the company morning meeting. Then she looked at Wesley. "You haven't had any reports recently. What are you busy with?"
Kayla looked carefully at Wesley, who smiled and said, "I'm familiarizing myself with the city. After all, I just came here. Although three consecutive stories have made me a little famous, it doesn't change the fact that I just arrived. As a reporter, if you even know the city you're in, how can you find a lot of news topics?"
"Well, find some new topics as soon as possible. I was going to sell or lay off the Tribune, but your story saved them. If it goes back to the way it was before, then I have to give it up." Miss Kate Grant looked at Wesley after she finished speaking, but how could Wesley fall for it? It's not his newspaper. What does it have to do with you whether you give up or not?
Kayla, on the other hand, was anxious. She was too kind to see anyone lose their job. "Don't worry, Miss Grant. Wesley will find the news soon, won't he?" Then she looked at Wesley, who rolled his eyes helplessly. Were they pig teammates?
Recently, Wesley had been helping Kayla redecorate her home. After all, some things needed to be placed in Kayla's home, and Kayla had always wanted to redecorate. After all, Wesley's home was too tasteful and comfortable to look at. She wanted that too, and girls needed some bright colors after all.
There were a few more things to add to her home. There was also a writing desk in her bedroom, but there were three monitors on it, along with a headset, a microphone, and some small instruments. These were not for the sake of being an anchor, but what Wesley needed. He needed to give Kayla technical support and guide her here. And Kayla's short skirt had a belt with a miniature camera on the buckle, which sent real-time images to Wesley through the network connection of her wristwatch.
"You seem a little impatient?" Wesley asked after the meeting.
"Yes, I've trained for so long, shouldn't I act? And do you want to see the Tribune closed? Many people go back to this profession!" Kayla looked at Wesley pitifully.
"Kayla, you are very kind, which makes me happy, but the Tribune is not for either of us. That is something for Miss Kate Grant, the boss, to consider. She is just using words to provoke me."
"I'm sorry, but haven't I trained enough now?" Kayla's big eyes looked at Wesley with anticipation.
"Of course it's not enough. It's far from enough." After Wesley said that, Kayla was obviously much more depressed. "But now some small problems can be solved. Remember, you don't have the slightest experience now. You have to follow my instructions. Do you understand?"
"Really? Don't worry, I'll do it well."
Wesley shook his head. This was a little like a child. "Okay, I'm leaving. You're busy at the company. I'll let you know if there's any news. When the time comes, you'll act directly. You have to be fast. If you don't want to be exposed, then you have to be fast when you act. Do you understand? Also, before you leave, tell you where you went. You can even go to the bathroom. Do you understand?"
"Got it."
Wesley's time was free, so there was no one to care if he left the company directly. He went straight back to Kayla's house, opened the door with the new key, and started work in her new bedroom.
First, he connected to the police's radio channel. Then, he connected to the city's traffic surveillance system, as well as news on the Internet and various news. He paid attention to the news of the entire city at all times.
The first mission was soon available. There were a lot of crimes every day in such a big city, and the first was a hit-and-run car. Now the police were in pursuit.
"Kayla, the first mission is that a hit-and-run vehicle is on the run. It's very dangerous for people. This is your first target. Change into your uniform now and find an excuse to leave."
"Understood," Cayla shouted excitedly. Wesley covered his face helplessly. Cayla was in the office. When Cayla reacted, she lowered her head awkwardly because many people were looking at her.
She hurriedly got up and walked over to Win Short. "Win, I'm going to help Wesley do something. He found a new piece of news. If the boss asks, remember to tell her." After saying that, she left in a hurry. Win Short was very unhappy.
"It's that Wesley again. He's tall and handsome, but does he have my skills?" A technical geek like Win Short only dares to talk to himself like this.
Kayla hurried into the bathroom, then changed clothes at super speed and jumped out the window. "Wesley, I'm out. Where's the target now?"
"Follow my instructions. Fly north now and be fast." Wesley directed Kayla all the way and finally cut off the fleeing perpetrator at the fastest and shortest distance. Wesley used some surveillance cameras to record a lot of photos and then processed them with clarity.
Kayla, on the other hand, quickly returned to the company, so that their work began. Every day Wesley left the company, then helped Kayla find a target and then directed her actions. The Super Girl reappeared after a month and began her superhero work at the same time.
Wesley's new report came out with the headline "She's Serious!" The article began with, "Our Super Girl has reappeared after a month. Why is she only appearing now? Hasn't been heard from again since she saved the airliner?"
A rhetorical question caught the reader's interest, and then Wesley analyzed it. "We can't imagine things, so we can only analyze them. The last time Super Girl appeared, did she decide not to hide her uniqueness anymore? We don't know that, but from her recent actions, she was doing some exercises."
"I think the last performance was successful, but some media outlets have been talking nonsense and picking on this girl. She then disappeared for a month and now she has reappeared. In the process of the operation, we have seen perfection. Then I have every reason to believe that this girl is trying hard to practice something she is not good at. Superheroes are also a technical profession. They need to face different situations. Then our girl has no experience in this area, just as she does not control a good plane."
"Now it can be seen that the weapons and skills she used when chasing the fugitives and subduing the criminals were just right. Then I have to admire her for being able to learn these in such a short time. Of course, if there is a major crisis again, some problems may arise because of experience problems, but I want to say that kind people should not be too harsh."
Miss Kate Grant held the newspaper and looked at Wesley's article. At the same time, there were a lot of photos on it. She was very satisfied with this. "Not bad. This girl has finally appeared again. Her appearance has benefited her. Very good."
"Does that mean the Tribune doesn't need to cut staff?" Kayla asked carefully.
"Layoff? No, no, no. There are not enough newspapers to sell these days. How can there be a reduction?" Miss Kate Grant seems to have completely forgotten what she said a few days ago.
Wesley pursed his lips. He had been a boss for many years and had never been so manipulative with his employees. However, he did not seem to have managed the company. It was all managed by professional managers.
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