Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

After Xingguang left the office, Madeline angrily pushed a glass vase on the table to the ground.

It fell to pieces instantly.

She held her head in her hands.

This was the first time she had been threatened like this.

However, Starlight's threat hit her, or rather Vought International's weakness.

This left Madeline with little choice.

He returned to his chair and sat down.

Madeline gave a complicated smile.

"Okay, okay, like the Eternal Knight's Knight Racer?"

"The carbon footprint is as high as 727."

“That car can really spit fire.”

Shenhai was holding a pair of garbage picking pliers in his hand and speaking slowly to the camera.

Behind him, there were several staff members in green clothes picking up garbage on the beach.

“Thanks to me, he now drives a hybrid car.”

“That’s what the Green Warriors initiative is about.”

Shen Hai was still talking, and the camera turned.

I saw many local people joining in the activity of picking up trash on the beach.

“Respect the beautiful things in the world!”

Deep sea sighed.

"Hello." He suddenly turned around and greeted a pretty girl behind him.

"Hi..." The girl responded awkwardly.

“So, everything is so beautiful.”

After saying this, the director shouted.

"Okay! Let's start over."

Now that the filming of this script has been completed, it is time to start the next one.

"Please throw your trash back on the beach!"

The director spoke to the "volunteers" who were picking up trash.

"Background crew! Throw the trash back on the beach!"

Seeing that everyone was moving slowly, the director began to urge the background crew.

On the other side, the assistant took out a bottle of spray and sprayed it on the head of the locomotive.

After a while, the camera was aimed at the locomotive.

"Emmm. I lost my dad when I was very young, and my mom worked two jobs, so I was pretty much raised by my brother Nathan."

Typical, an African American family background.

There must be an irresponsible father.

But what's even more ironic is that generally speaking, when they grow up, they will become irresponsible black fathers.

How ironic.

"When I was three, some guys started shooting in front of my building and I ran faster than the bullets."

"Hehehe..."

I don’t know why the locomotive could still laugh, he just continued talking.

"That's how I knew..."

The locomotive was suddenly interrupted by the host at this time.

"Can I interrupt you here?"

The train head nodded and looked at the beautiful host, wanting to hear her constructive suggestions.

"How about we remove the bit about gun violence and make it more positive?"

Very good and politically correct.

The locomotive heard this and smiled awkwardly.

Reluctantly, he said, "Okay."

"Okay, brother, I know you're the fastest man alive. But your work isn't done yet."

This is what Nathan, the engine's brother, said.

On the track, Nathan looked at a laptop connected to a number of high-speed cameras.

Because of the locomotive's superpowers, his training cannot be completed using ordinary equipment.

"preparation!"

As Nathan's command sounded, the locomotive on the runway took a starting position.

When Nathan said the word "run".

In just a moment, the locomotive made a circle and returned to the starting point.

"No, you're too slow, brother. Run again."

The engine looked at Nathan and smiled awkwardly.

"run!"

"No, do it again!"

"run!"

"No, do it again!"

"run!"

"No, do it again!"

"run!"

"No, do it again!"

I don’t know how many times I repeated this.

The result still didn't work.

The engine was doubting itself a little, and looked at Nathan puzzledly and asked, "No?"

"What's wrong with you?" Nathan looked at his younger brother and asked a little puzzled.

Helplessly, the locomotive gave the camera a thumbs-up.

"The locomotive is coming!" he shouted at the screen.

At this time, the camera cuts back to the interview.

"Hey, you know the Claw Girl, right?"

the hostess asked, addressing the locomotive.

Hearing this question, the locomotive was stunned at first, then quickly said, "What? I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the host at the side continued, "You two worked together in "Young People"? You heard that she passed away, right?"

How could the locomotive not know that he was the one who sent the Claw Girl away with his own hands.

"Yes, everyone says it's because of a stroke, but I'm telling you privately, I think it might be caused by OD."

The female host said mysteriously.

"Want to say anything in her memory?"

When the female host mentioned the Demon Claw Girl, the train head's mood became extremely complicated.

After a long moment, the locomotive licked its lips and tilted its head.

Shrugging and saying "I haven't seen her in years, so..."

It seemed that the inner sadness made the locomotive unwilling to continue looking at the camera.

Water Building, in the elevator.

Maeve is in the corner.

The elevator door opens.

Starlight walked in.

Seeing the stars, Maeve smiled and said, "Oh my god, you really made the most of this."

Hearing this, Starlight turned to look at Maeve.

"What did you say?"

Starlight had no idea what Maeve was referring to.

"It's a show of empowerment. Every time I walk on the red carpet, they ask me how they can support Starlight."

"But, as long as you can be the hot spot, that's fine, right?"

Seeing that Maeve had misunderstood, Starlight did not get angry, but patiently explained, "I know you may not understand, but this is not a show."

"I just want to be honest."

When Maeve heard Starlight say this, she laughed on the spot.

Nod.

"Well, if you say so, then so be it."

Obviously, anyone could see that she didn't believe it.

Seeing that Maeve didn't want to believe it, Starlight smiled.

"When I was younger, I read your autobiography so many times that I wore it out."

“That made me buy a second copy.”

“I thought my life was like yours.”

"Because you tried to stop the school bus from falling under the bridge."

"Not only did you break every bone in your right arm, but you went to every kid's physical therapy afterwards."

"Let the world know that they are heroes too."

"You really represented a certain spirit before!"

"But now, I'm pretty sure that was just written by someone in the marketing department."

After that, the elevator reached the floor.

Starlight walked out of the elevator. She looked at Maeve in the elevator with a little disdain in her eyes. Inside the base, Frankie bit his clothes.

Although the TV in front of him was on, his eyes were always on Kimiko.

"This huge marine predator, which would have been almost eight metres long when fully grown, is catching its own food."

As the show on TV played, Kimiko walked over to Frankie's side.

Sat down on the sofa.

Frankie turned and looked at Kimiko.

"The weight is over 1800 kilograms."

Kimiko was actually watching TV, and Frankie was watching Kimiko.

"They were swimming at speeds exceeding 56 kilometers per hour, heading toward..."

Frankie suddenly said, "Do you want me to change the channel?"

Looking at Frankie, Kimiko shook her head.

MM also glanced at the two men.

And Frankie was shocked.

"You talked to me? She talked to me!"

He immediately turned and looked at MM.

"Does this count as talking?" MM retorted mercilessly.

"She communicated anyway!" Frankie said stubbornly.

“She loves Shark Week.”

Frankie smiled happily, looking at Kimiko who was concentrating on watching TV.

MM didn't even look at it, and said perfunctorily, "I'll call the news website."

"I wonder if she used to live near water."

Frankie ignored MM's sarcasm.

After saying that, Frankie turned to look at MM, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

He stood up and walked over.

"You know you can't fool me."

Frankie walked over to MM, pulled out a chair and asked.

"who is she?"

Apparently, he felt that MM had already found out Kimiko’s origins.

"What does she want? Why is she here?"

"She could be the key to everything, that's what you think."

Hearing Frank's weird words, MM quickly denied it.

"No, that's not what I think."

Frankie shook his head and said with certainty, "That's what you think, and these thoughts are tormenting you! It doesn't matter!"

"Listen, I want to tell you something."

"There is a very reliable way to solve this mystery once and for all."

Seeing Frankie's expression, MM spread out her hands and said provocatively, "Go ahead."

"Metzmer!"

Frankie mentioned a name.

"Metzmer?" MM looked at Frankie in disbelief.

"You want a parahuman to help you?"

MM looked at Frankie like he was a fool.

"He despises Vought International! Hates them and hates other metahumans."

French believes that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"The enemy of your enemy..."

At this time, MM interrupted Frankie.

"Frankie, don't you understand the meaning of the words you exposed?"

Hearing MM say this, Frankie said unhappily, "Don't be like that! It'll be a quick trip! She and I will hide in the van!"

"Let's go! Get in the car! Drive! It'll only take a few seconds!"

Frankie is still encouraging MM.

"Just a few moves? Listen, let me tell you what I can do!"

"I could maybe, tattoo the words 'Get lost' on your butt."

Hear MM’s refusal.

Frankie said unhappily, "No way!"

Even though Frankie reacted strongly.

MM could only spread her hands and said, "This is all I can do."

Frankie still didn't give up. "You know..."

"I've seen you eat ice cream."

When MM heard Frankie mention this, she said helplessly, "Oh my God..."

"It seems to be banana chocolate flavor."

"What do you want to say?" MM asked as she watched Frankie talking nonsense.

“You scoop a spoonful and maybe it’s a big, squishy lump, but you see the surface is not smooth.”

"So what do you do? Do you dig another spoonful? Do you want to level the surface?"

“The tragic thing is, another hole has been dug.”

"Ultimately, you only have one choice, don't you?"

“Eat up all the integration.”

At this point, MM also understood what Frankie wanted to express.

He slapped the table and said angrily, "No! You don't want to eat!"

Frankie shook his head "But you have to eat!"

"I'll tell you why, my friend."

"Because you can't stand chaos and disorder."

After saying that, Frankie turned around and looked at Kimiko who was squatting on the sofa watching TV.

"And she, she's just chaos and disorder!"

I have to say that the person who knows you best is either your enemy or the person you hate the most.

Obviously, Frankie knows MM very well.

MM threw the pen in her hand.

On the other side, Huey followed Butcher strolling on the street.

"Okay, are you going to tell me where we're going?"

He asked, looking at Butcher in confusion.

Butcher looked Huey over. Then he said, "You won't do that again."

Huey didn't understand what Butcher was saying "What?"

"That feeling when you lean your chair back too far and then catch yourself before you fall?"

"What's wrong?" Huey still didn't understand.

"You used to give off that uneasy vibe all day, and now, look at you."

Hearing this, Huey smiled.

"You're in so much trouble, and yet you're still so calm. You're not the jerk I thought you were, Huey."

Hearing this, Huey had something to say.

"You always call people bastards or assholes. But I never understood how these two names could be insulting."

"They are flexible, they can take the hits, and 98 percent of my decisions in life are based on them."

Huey continued.

"You did a great job, Huey."

With that, Butcher patted him on the shoulder and continued, "Besides, you're a great bastard."

Listening to Butcher's words, which were not sure whether they were praise or insult, Huey could only smile silently.

"We're here," Butcher said, pointing to the door beside him.

Huey looked at the building in front of him and felt it was a bit weird.

"church?"

Hearing Huey's question, Butcher turned around, looked at Huey and said, "If you look carefully, you will find it, my child."

"bring it on."

Although I don't understand what this guy Butcher is saying in a mysterious way.

Huey shrugged anyway and followed him into the church.

"Obviously, some days are harder than others."

The two came to a place that looked like a mutual aid group, where everyone was sitting in a circle and chatting together.

As Huey got closer, he saw a sign.

It says "Association for Collateral Damage Survivors"

“One day, I want to tell my friends all these things.”

"But I can't say it."

“So this group is really great and so important!”

Indeed, this kind of mutual aid is very popular in America.

"I know it's wrong to feel angry." (End of chapter)