American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 49: Give it a try (Two chapters in one)

There were a few words that deeply touched the subconscious of his countrymen's extreme lack of love. They flashed through his heart like lightning, and he felt vaguely that he had grasped something, but it was not clear.

"Homelander, you are now facing the same dilemma as God, and you are on the wrong path without knowing it." The Storm Girl said at this time.

"You are as powerful as a god, yet you are trapped in a cage built by ordinary people.

Have you ever heard the story about the elephant and the wooden stake in the circus?"

She gently stroked the cheek of her fellow countryman, like a wise man giving enlightenment.

“An elephant can uproot a towering tree, but it cannot break free from the thin wooden stake that has trapped it since childhood…”

In the circus, elephant trainers will tie newborn elephants to wooden stakes with ropes.

At first the baby elephant would struggle hard and pull angrily, but even after being bruised all over, it could not break free from the stake, and gradually it established an unshakable cognition.

Over time, the baby elephant gradually grew into a big elephant, weighing several tons, but was habitually restrained by a small wooden stake.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Being compared to a cowardly and stupid elephant, a trace of anger flashed across the Homelander's face.

"My clever countryman, you actually understood everything, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry. You are the elephant, and Walter is the small stake."

Storm chuckled.

“I know what Walt did to you as a child, you can never get away from the feeling of being noticed and needed.

But have you ever thought that, with your ability, you can imitate God and use the same method to get out of trouble? "

"You mean—destroy the world?"

The Homelander's expression changed drastically, with some disbelief and disgust.

Even though he regarded human life as worthless, he had never had the idea of ​​destroying the world.

"I need people's admiration and respect, not a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood surrounded by flies."

"No, no, listen to me, no matter what you do, you are now like a white paper stained with a stain in the eyes of the public, and you will never be perfect again.

Wherever you go, you will be followed by strange and disgusted looks..."

Storm placed her hand on Homelander's chest, signaling him to be patient. Her seductive and mature voice spoke, which made people imagine a lot.

“But what if you—a man as powerful as a god—cleansed the world, choosing only those who believed in you and were in harmony with your will.

Let the world return to its primitive age, all the rules of civilization will be set by you, and you will be surrounded by omnipresent love."

"The next generation of children will be born reading teachings praising you and chanting your name. You will become the God of the new world!"

"The God of the New World?" The Homelander felt a little dry-mouthed, and it seemed as if he could hear the voices of everyone chanting his name like a choir in his ears.

Imagining that scene, he squinted his eyes in enjoyment, his face flushed with excitement.

Such a world seemed like heaven to him, but one must always come back to his senses from the sweet fantasy and face reality.

"No, no!" Homelander gritted his teeth and struggled to open Storm's hand. "I almost let you persuade me. I won't do that, you crazy woman.

Are you crazy? That's unrealistic. Destroying the world by yourself?"

"More than one person. We can first form an army of superhumans, with you as the leader. They will become angels worshipped in the new century, and you will be their God. Mortals can only kneel down wherever we pass."

"Walter won't sit idly by."

Once again, the people of my motherland were moved by that possible future and looked struggling.

Few people know that all superhumans are commodities created by Vought.

"That's the problem. You don't understand Walter at all. You're like an elephant tied up by habit, trying to guess the 'strength' of a stake without trying it yourself."

"I don't understand Walter, do you?"

The Homelander snorted coldly.

"It can be said that no one knows Water better than me, because Water was founded by my husband." Storm stood up, looked at the street outside through the floor-to-ceiling window and said with her hands behind her back.

"What are you talking about in your sleep?
Frederick Water founded Waters last century. Are you Frederick Water's wife?"

Homelander frowned.

"Search the name Stormfront." Storm Girl reminded, and Homelander quickly discovered that the woman in front of him had actually been a superhero since World War II.

"Are you really Frederick Water's wife?"

The woman in the old black-and-white photo was exactly the same as the woman in front of him. There was even a photo of her wearing a wedding dress and walking into the wedding hall with Frederick Water. These evidences made it impossible for the Homelander to not believe it. He swallowed and felt a hint of doubt and excitement.

A part of my perception of the mysterious and powerful Water Company suddenly collapsed.

So what if it was Walter, so what if it was Walter's directors, the founder's wife, the grandmother of that group of directors was just trying to please herself.

Is it...

"So, actually, Walter is not as powerful as you think..."

A seed had been planted deep in the hearts of the people of the motherland. Storm Girl was about to strike while the iron was hot when suddenly her cell phone dinged and she received a message.

"In half an hour, we'll be in the woods next to the Sage Grove Mental Hospital. Mrs. Water, I need to meet with you to discuss something in detail. After that, I will do whatever you want to do to join the Super Seven."

The person who sent the message was Edgar.

As she expected, Edgar didn't dare to refuse her small request of joining the Super Seven.

The black butler hired by the younger generations of the family to manage the family business came to her to discuss something. Storm Girl glanced at the meeting place and immediately understood, and the corners of her mouth curled up coldly.

The secret experimental base where Water studies Adult Compound No. 5, where a group of crazy superhumans are imprisoned.

That place is of great importance and is a dangerous, dirty and tiring job. Edgar probably has never found the best and most suitable person to lead and guard this place.

Storm had already guessed what Edgar wanted to discuss with her. It was nothing more than an exchange. He wanted her to join the Super Seven and she would be responsible for the safety of the experimental base.

It didn't matter, as long as she could join the Super Seven and get in touch with her people at any time, nothing else mattered.

The construction of her envisioned new Aryan superhuman world began from this step.

"I'm leaving."

Storm walked to the door.

"Now? Can't other things wait?"

Halfway through the conversation, the people of Homeland were curious about Water's true power and were ready to take action. Storm suddenly ended the topic and walked to the door to leave.

He asked somewhat unhappily.

"Don't worry, we'll have many more days to meet." Stormy smiled mysteriously as she pressed the doorknob. "By the way—"

"Did you know you had a son?"

Before leaving, she threw down a sentence.

"what?
I have a son?"

Homelander was stunned, but before he could react, Storm had already closed the door and left.

Whether it is a man or a woman, keeping some mystery will make people want to get closer and explore more. She wants her homelander to always think of her until the next meeting.

But Storm doesn't know yet that there may not be a next time for her.

……

The world of the invincible young hero.

Russell returned from the Black Robe World and drank a sip of water. He had been coming back here from time to time to check on the situation, just in case his uncle, the Almighty Man, took action. Only his aunt and Mark had to face it alone, and he missed the chance to stop the Almighty Man.

After going downstairs to get a glass of water, Russell saw his aunt standing in front of a found bundle, with a worried look on her face, looking at a loss, and wondering what she was thinking about.

"aunt?"

After calling several times without any response, he walked up and patted the shoulder.

"I was so scared! It's you, Russell." Debbie suddenly came to her senses and was relieved to see it was Russell. She pulled Russell over and looked at the bundle on the table.

"Russell, your uncle Nolan and Mark are not at home. The Global Defense Agency said that a meteorite is flying towards the earth and may hit somewhere on the earth. They went to stop it.

I found this…”

Aunt Debbie opened the bundle with a complicated expression, revealing a blood-stained and torn battle suit.

After that day, Russell found an opportunity to tell Aunt Debbie that Cecil had found him and said that he suspected Uncle Almighty Man was the murderer, and asked him to protect Aunt Debbie and Mark and to keep an eye on Uncle Almighty Man in case of any accidents.

Debbie also discovered that there were many things wrong with her husband, and she couldn't help but suspect something in her heart. Since then, the two of them formed a secret alliance in this family.

She wanted to investigate this matter thoroughly. If it was false, she wanted to clear her husband's name. If it was true...

"Nolan used to always give me his suit to clean and repair, but after he asked for it back that day, I never saw it again. Today I found it, hidden in the ventilation duct."

When Debbie actually got evidence that her husband Nolan might have killed the Global Guard, she was confused and didn't know what to do.

If there wasn't a ghost, she couldn't imagine why Nolan hid it.

"I don't know why Uncle Omnipotent didn't throw away this suit..."

Russell glanced at the blood-stained battle suit.

Do you want to keep it as a souvenir, or take it out and look at it from time to time, telling yourself that there is no turning back and to strengthen your determination to take action?

"Aunt, are you going to hand it over to the Global Defense Agency?"

"No, I want to... I want to talk to Arthur first." Debbie's eyes were filled with tears. She gritted her teeth and said, "Russell, maybe your uncle is being controlled by someone, or someone is threatening him with our lives, so he is so stupid..."

Old Arthur is able to customize various battle suits for superheroes, and his skills are beyond the reach of a simple tailor.

Even the Global Defense Agency probably couldn't understand what the damaged suit had gone through.

"I understand. I support you, Aunt."

Russell hugged his aunt comfortingly and patted her shoulders. The poor woman was almost broken by being squeezed between her husband and justice.

"Thank you, kid." In Debbie's eyes, Russell was the first one to be told the truth by Cecil and was entrusted with a great responsibility. Now Russell had to pretend that he had not seen this battle suit for the time being.

After comforting his aunt, Russell suddenly looked up at the sky.

"what happened?"

"Uncle and Mark are back."

With his extraordinary hearing, he heard the sound of two people flying through the air at supersonic speed.

Aunt Debbie quickly hid the bundle under the cupboard, wiped her tears and pretended nothing had happened.

The two landed on the lawn one after another. Mark ran home in high spirits and said to them, "Cousin, Mom, you don't know what I did today!"

"I saved a country!"

He puffed out his chest, somewhat proudly.

"Really?" Debbie smiled. Mark didn't notice that his mother's smile was a little forced. He turned his head and gestured to share his experience with his cousin.

"The meteorite that flew through space today is dozens of meters across. According to calculations, if it had hit that unfortunate little country in the Pacific, its power would have been dozens of times greater than the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima."

"That's already small." The Omnipotent Man walked in from the entrance.

"A few dozen meters is still too small?"

Mark was surprised and he managed to block it with great difficulty.

“You should have seen the meteorite I stopped last time; it was bigger than the one that wiped out the dinosaurs.

But it was different this time. When I discovered it, it was in gravity-free space, still very far from the Earth, and hadn't been captured by the Earth's gravity and accelerated again. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to push it back."

The Almighty Man and his family laughed and shared an experience of saving the earth.

No one would think that he, who had made such great achievements, would be the murderer of the Global Guard.

Russell was silent for a moment.

This is just a small part of Omni-Man's contributions to Earth. He has saved the world many times.

If he hadn't caught Mark and caused a massacre in Chicago, arousing the sympathy of the people.

Perhaps just because of the killing of the Global Guard, the people on Earth would still ask for leniency and exempt him from the death penalty with mixed feelings, at least he would not be so forbidden to show his face on Earth in the future.

“All I can say is that militarism kills people.”

In a sense, Uncle Nolan actually had no choice. If he didn't take action, other Vitrum people would take action and kill the half-blood Mark and his wife Debbie in the process, and then take him back for trial and execution.

Russell looked at this family that had not yet broken up and was still full of laughter, and sighed in his heart.

When Uncle Nolan takes action, you must do your best to stop him, and it is best not to let him kill anyone else.

At least this way he can leave a way out.

"Given Aunt Debbie's gentle yet strong character, once she takes the suit for testing and confirms that her husband is indeed the murderer, she will undoubtedly be unable to control her grief and anger and will demand the truth from him.

Then Uncle Nolan will be unable to pretend anymore and will immediately start conquering the world."

"It should be in these two days." Russell decided to wait and return to the Black Robe World to see the quality of the two temporary superhumans.

As long as it is of some use, they will take action against their fellow countrymen.

'You might as well give it a try.

Anyway, even if I can't capture my countrymen, it's even less likely that my countrymen will capture me. There won't be any danger. At most, it will just alert the enemy.'

However, given the shortcoming of the Chinese people always needing love and attention from others, they cannot escape the earth.

……

In the woods next to the Sage Grove Mental Hospital, fallen leaves covered the ground.

A luxury black car stopped in the forest. Storm Girl, with lightning wrapped around her body, fell from the sky and saw a young man sitting in the back seat of the car with the door open, as if waiting for her.

The other person standing beside her respectfully like a servant was Edgar, whom she had met not long ago in Water's top-floor office.

Infinite people?
Although she lives far away in Germany, the restless Storm has always been paying attention to Water International.

There was no news from the family, but there were rumors within Water that the new Infinite Man who joined the Super Seven was Director Water.

'It seemed true that Edgar was like a servant beside him.'

But when she saw Russell coming, he didn't even get out of the car, as if he was a superior facing an inferior. After she passed by, a cold look appeared on Storm's face.

"Edgar, you weren't even this careful and respectful when you were with me. Was it because of me that you were expelled from the board of directors? You really know how to judge people by their appearance."

When she got closer, she first sneered at Edgar

"And you, the young generation nowadays are becoming more and more ignorant of manners. I have been away from the family for many years and have never heard of you. Judging from your age, are you the grandson of Franz or Miller?
Didn't they tell you you had a great-great-grandmother?"

Storm stood still with her arms folded, then raised her head and looked coldly at Russell in the back seat of the car.

(End of this chapter)