American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 45 is indeed a good opportunity.

"I look forward to the day when we can get as many samples as we want, without having to be stingy with them, as long as we can speed up the experiments."

Russell then waved his hand and produced a large amount of temporary Compound No. 5, which Edgar used to screen team members and conduct experiments.

The current temporary compound No. 5 still has various serious side effects. Not only will it cause tumors after use, but after about three to five doses, people will die directly.

It's not easy to find a good seedling who can become a top-notch superhuman after taking the potion.

If it wasn't for collecting templates of his countrymen, he wouldn't have planned to use them as consumables, even if they were death row prisoners who deserved to be put to death.

Because it's not worth it.

"Sir, I promise to assemble a temporary superhuman team that will satisfy you as quickly as possible." Edgar finally lowered his head.

The problem of temporary compound No. 5 not being able to be mass-produced was temporarily solved.

But it takes some time to screen the candidates. After all, it is not an easy task to select a group of superhumans who can work together to suppress or even capture the people of Homeland.

"That couldn't be better."

In fact, Russell was not in a very urgent situation.

After all, Uncle Nolan is not his mortal enemy, and Uncle Nolan can't do anything to him now. The only unlucky ones can be the people in the world of the Invincible Young Hero.

Moreover, even if he did not have the ability to be immortal, even if he insisted on standing in front of the Almighty Man who wanted to conquer the world, Russell estimated that at most he would be seriously injured and unable to resist, and his uncle Nolan would stop.

From beginning to end, his life will not be in danger.

"The only difference is whether the people in the Invincible Young Hero's world are safe or not, and whether he can become the savior of the earth and maximize his conquest points by taking advantage of the global panic caused by the Almighty Hero."

After finishing his business here, Russell got up and left Edgar's office, flying directly over a closed block.

This neighborhood has shops, playgrounds, and tutoring classes, but it is separated from the outside world by high walls.

The morning sun was pouring down onto the green lawn, and a blond, blue-eyed little boy was playing with a toy car.

This is where Vought placed Ryan, son of Homelander.

A gust of wind blew, and the little boy was knocked unconscious by the precisely controlled force without being hurt. Russell's figure flashed, overlooking the earth, as if he had never left his original position.

【Little Hometown Template Included】

[Solidating the Little Homelander template requires 12400 conquest points. Do you want to solidify it?]

【Yes】

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Russell, who was applying Allen's template, felt that his strength had become slightly stronger, but it was very slight.

Leaving the sky above the block and arriving at the Redwood National Forest Park, among the towering ancient trees, he tried to use his Cyclops again.

His indifferent eyes turned into a deep red like lava, flashing with an extremely dangerous light.

Homelander had no experience in controlling Cyclops, but that didn't matter.

When Russell copied the template of the Cyclops baby, the baby did not provide any experience. He mastered it after a little trial and error.

Noisy!
The crimson laser swept across, and towering tree trunks with diameters of several meters were neatly cut off, like straw harvested by a sickle, falling down in large numbers.

All the giant redwood trees within miles collapsed to the ground with a loud bang, shaking the ground.

The molten soil formed red lava streams.

Before the startled flock of birds took off, Russell turned his eyes and saw that the flesh and blood skeletons of the birds in mid-air were evaporated by the terrifying high temperature and disappeared from the world.

I tried it out a bit and was quite satisfied with the power of the little Homelander's laser eyes.

Russell ascended, surveying his masterpiece: the vast, lush Sequoia National Park. Now, amidst the hundreds of square miles of forest, a crimson scar rose, steam rising. "I haven't even used my full strength, and yet I've already achieved this power. It should be comparable to Cyclops from Homelander."

Russell left without any burden. In the distance, it seemed that a forest ranger helicopter took off in panic to check the situation, but it was destined to get no answer about the destruction of this ancient forest.

Maybe it will become an unsolved mystery like crop circles.

……

Super Seven meeting hall.

"An emergency occurred at 9:40 today. The flight path was over the Atlantic Ocean..."

"An urgent news interruption: A Boeing 737 in North America..."

"One hour and thirty-seven minutes ago, Air Transat Flight 37 from Paris to Chicago was hijacked mid-air. Reports indicate three terrorists armed with rifles took control of the plane. Their purpose is currently unknown..."

One screen was broadcasting different news channels from around the world. The hosts, speaking different languages ​​and with different faces, all had tense and serious expressions as they reported the same important and urgent news that had just been learned.

Vice President Madeline turned down the volume and turned to look at the others.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us!

The company has recently been trying to get into the Department of Defense to make superhuman heroes part of the national defense system, which is an order worth hundreds of billions of dollars, but the bills are frequently blocked.

"Now almost the entire United States and even the world are paying attention to this aircraft that has touched people's hearts.

Terrorist organizations, hijacking...what do you think of?"

"World Trade Center Terrorism Attack."

Starlight blurted out immediately.

The day the Twin Towers collapsed is a day engraved in the history of the United States as a mark of pain and shame, and is also a world-renowned terrorist attack.

"Not bad!" Madeline snapped her fingers, praising Xingguang's acumen. "I know some people at the North American Aerospace Defense Agency, and they told me the situation is not optimistic..."

Firecrackers sat next to Russell as if no one was around, with a tender and sweet look of a little woman with eyes full of admiration. When Xingguang was praised in public by the vice president, the corners of her mouth turned down in dissatisfaction.

Just today she was brought by Russell to join the Super Seven.

Russell took her to the office of Madeline, Vice President of Water, who quickly stood up to greet her.

After sitting down, he only said one sentence lightly, in the tone of a boss giving orders to his subordinates, and the Firecracker Girl rose to fame overnight and became a member of the Super Seven, something she had never dared to dream of before.

Looking back on it all, it all seemed like a dream.

But the Firecracker Girl's good mood, as if she was floating in the clouds, only lasted until she met Xingguang in this hall.

Did she think about whether Starlight would be shocked, wary, hostile, or even a little regretful when she saw her?
But she never expected that this bitch didn't recognize her at all. Instead, she smiled politely and congratulated her on joining the Super Seven.

Thinking of this, the firecracker girl's eyes almost spit fire.

Russell noticed that Firecracker next to him was gritting his teeth in anger, and was probably thinking about how to take revenge on Starlight more than he had originally planned.

"Someone else ruined my life, and I spent more than ten years day and night thinking about revenge, only to find that my enemy had long forgotten me and didn't take the lifelong damage I had caused them seriously. It's really painful."

In the conference room, Madeline talked about some inside information about the hijacking. The atmosphere was solemn and depressing. The World Trade Center incident might be repeated. Even Maeve, who had always been indifferent and perfunctory about Water's affairs, couldn't help but sit up straight.

Russell's face remained expressionless.

He knew that this terrorist hijacking would happen, and he didn't have any PTSD about the scene.

"However...this terrorist hijacking that has attracted global attention is indeed a good opportunity."

(End of this chapter)