American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 32 This is the Infinite Man, He Does Whatever He Wants

"This is not the first time. A few days ago, our teammate Lokomotiv was ambushed at home."

And now, the invisible man's body is before us again, which means that someone is targeting us, the Super Seven."

Homelander said coldly.

Xuan Se, who was sitting in his seat, was not surprised at all that his teammate, the Invisible Man, appeared in the hall in another form, as if he was accustomed to even the most bloody scenes. But when he heard these words, he sat up straighter.

After all, he is also a member of the Super Seven.

"Who... who did this?" Malorine's voice trembled a little.

Two days ago, Walter discovered that the Invisible Man was missing, so she asked Homelander to look for him. When she saw him again, she saw that the Invisible Man had become like this.

Without haste, he withdrew his gaze from everyone's faces and smiled secretly, very satisfied with everyone's reactions.

Now everyone is more or less worried about the mysterious figures or forces targeting the Super Seven, and some are even scared out of their wits, like the clown in the deep sea.

He is the only one who can remain calm here.

This gave him a pleasant feeling of superiority, and Homelander raised his chin. Gods never feel fear.

"The question isn't who did it," Homelander said slowly as he walked past the table, avoiding the question he hadn't yet determined. He scanned everyone's face, "but rather—they dared to do it."

There was no panic in his tone, only a firmness and coldness that seemed to give people a backbone.

"They dared to attack the locomotive, kill the invisible man, and provoke us." "What does this mean?"

No one answered.

"It means they're not afraid of us." Homelander chuckled, as if he had discovered something amusing. "And I'll make them understand—they should be afraid!"

Just as Homelander took the opportunity to give a high-pitched speech, trying to convince all the anxious people that they needed him more, the door to the parliament hall suddenly opened.

The meeting was interrupted, and Homelander instinctively looked at the newcomer with displeasure, wanting to know who was so bold, but his face changed.

Da da da.

The door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor silenced everyone instantly.

Stan Edgar walked in, his black suit fitting his tall figure meticulously, his eyes behind the glasses as cold as ice.

Following behind him was a strange young man, tall and handsome, with a nonchalant smile in his eyes, and wearing a battle suit with a cool black as the main color.

"Mr. Edgar?" Madeline stood up suddenly and walked towards him quickly, her high heels tapping a hurried rhythm on the marble.

Maeve, Starlight and the others also stood up - except the locomotive with a broken leg. Afraid that Mr. Edgar would think he was disrespectful, he quickly reversed his wheelchair and accidentally bumped into the edge of the conference table, injuring his injury. He trembled in pain but didn't dare to cry out.

Edgar ignored Madeline's greeting and walked straight to the main seat.

The main position originally belonged to the motherland, and no one dared to object, including the motherland.

But what I didn't expect was that the young man also sat down, resting his elbows casually on the back of the chair, and even crossed his legs, his posture was as relaxed as if he was back home.

Mr. Edgar seemed not to notice this extremely rude behavior in front of his superiors and thought it was natural.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and Homelander's eyelids twitched in surprise.

[Conquest Points +1] [Conquest Points +3]

[Conquest Points +18] [Conquest Points +43]...

"Mr. President, you've made such a visit," he said, trying to withdraw his surprised gaze from the mysterious young man. His tone was brisk, but a hint of displeasure was deliberately revealed. "I've never seen you come down to show concern for us before."

He emphasized the word "we" subtly, hoping to use the same identity to pull Maeve and the others into the same camp as him.

Edgar took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses. "Let me introduce you," he said without looking up. "This is Infinity. Effective immediately, he'll be joining the Super Seven.

He is not controlled by anyone and has the power to do whatever he wants."

The homelander, who was ignored at first, had a stiff expression, and then suddenly turned his gaze over.

Maeve and the others instantly focused their attention on the young man, either in surprise or curiosity. Who was this young man who was personally brought by President Edgar, who never came down to inspect, to join the Super Seven?

[Conquest Points +2] [Conquest Points +46] [Conquest Points +89]…

Another wave of conquest points refreshed, and this wave of added conquest points alone amounted to hundreds. A hint of satisfaction flashed across Russell's eyes.

People with strong strength can provide more conquest points. Homelander and Maeve are two of the top three most powerful superhumans in the world.

"Although there are more powerful people in the world of Invincible Young Hero, it will never be like the world of Black Robe. The power of a company CEO also makes a group of powerful superhumans tremble in fear."

He must have easily conquered nearly a thousand points in a day, and he was already looking forward to the days ahead.

If you are not subject to anyone's control, doesn't that mean your status is higher than that of your fellow countrymen?

Hearing what President Edgar said, Madeline, who knew many secrets, was even more shocked. She looked at Russell, then quickly glanced at Homelander, trying her best to hide the shock and suspicion in her heart.

Could this Infinite Man be the next generation of Homelander, just as the company once replaced Soldier Boy with the more easily controlled and superior Homelander?

At this time, everyone in the room did not realize that Edgar, whom they respected and feared, was just a puppet of Russell, and his every word and action actually came from his will.

It seems that it is Edgar who is speaking, but it is actually Russell who is speaking.

"Join the Seven?" Homelander's voice suddenly rose. "According to the procedure, the new members should be selected by me, the captain, and—"

He is the only one who can give orders among the Super Seven, but even in Water, he can't do whatever he wants. Why does this young man have the right to do so?
Although he possesses power comparable to that of a god, he always attaches great importance to relatively insignificant things, such as status, face, and the love and needs of others.

Russell was not surprised by his countrymen's reaction.

The Super Seven has always been regarded as his own private territory by his motherland.

"The Super Seven is Walt's IP product," Edgar interrupted him and put on his glasses again, "and I'm the CEO." The reflection from the lenses obscured his eyes, and the coldness in his tone made the others look tense. Starlight, who had just joined Walt, unconsciously took a half step back.

"As the president, my power in Vought is unlimited. I have the power to disband or even shelve the Super Seven, not to mention simply deciding to add a new member."

Xingguang felt a slight chill on his back. The president spoke as if they were not human beings, but just commodities, the only difference being whether they were popular or not.

Being ruthlessly refuted in front of everyone, Homelander clenched his fists at his sides and gritted his teeth.

He quickly glanced around—Deep Sea lowered his head, pretending to study his scaly gloves; Maeve stood with her arms folded, a faint sneer on her lips; there was no expression under the black mask. He was the most loyal dog to Walter, so there was no need to think about his attitude...

These teammates who were shocked by the invisible man's death and subconsciously moved closer to him, now all became silent bystanders.

What made people even more furious was the "Infinite Man". He leaned back in his chair, enjoying his own embarrassment with interest, as if his expression of being angry but not daring to speak out and trying to save face was particularly interesting.

"He...how dare he!"

(End of this chapter)