The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 586: Injustice Alliance (!)

"From now on, all superhumans in the world will be regulated."

Hyperion, wearing a black battle suit, descended from the sky, his yellow cloak fluttering without wind. The inexplicable aura frightened the president standing in front of the microphone and made him take a few steps back.

"First, let's start with the United States."

The scene was completely silent. Not to mention the reporters and officials, even the highly qualified bodyguards forgot their responsibilities for a moment, or perhaps were afraid to perform their duties.

"Oh! Looks like our strongest hero is worried about you all too."

The President had seen the world, and he quickly reacted and found a way out. Although he was smiling at the moment, the dissatisfaction in his heart had actually begun to accumulate.

"When Ross was alive, he relied on his own power to pretend to obey me but secretly disobeyed me, and coveted my position and didn't want me to be re-elected. Now that he is dead, I didn't expect his son to be restless too."

He cursed in his heart, but the president did not show it on his face. He still looked like a good man. However, he could fool others like this, but he could not fool Hyperion.

With his powerful ability to win, Hyperion had long noticed the changes in the president's body. The suddenly accelerated heartbeat and slightly increased body temperature both indicated that the man in front of him was not calm.

"Everyone, what are you still worried about? Our Mr. Hyperion has already stood up and promised that he will take care of those super criminals. You don't have to worry about those freaks anymore."

The president tried his best to get back to the microphone and began to use Hyperion to stabilize the people's hearts. After all, the person who died this time was not someone else, but a big boss of the American military known to the whole world.

Even people of this level could be killed by superhumans. Now, not to mention ordinary people, even those who think they are in high positions cannot help but feel insecure.

It is common knowledge that the law cannot restrict superhumans in most cases. They are like being born with a pistol, a rifle, or an RPG. In short, they are born with the power to challenge the law.

In most cases, ordinary people can only pray that superhumans have sound values ​​when facing them. This is why the government sets up superhuman law enforcers, because superhumans are too powerful, and fighting fire with fire is the best way.

Hyperion's words today did enlighten the president. Perhaps the plan of superhuman law enforcers really needed to be accelerated. He originally thought that everything would be fine with Hyperion as the only one. If that didn't work, other people in the squadron could also help.

But who could have imagined that except for Hyperion, the others in the Supreme Squadron were just for show, with silver-plated gun tips that looked good but were useless. They were OK against some small pistols, but they had trouble facing rifles, not to mention the RPGs that came later.

The United States is now facing both internal and external troubles. The internal troubles are the series of chemical reactions brought about by the death of old man Ross, and the external troubles are Magneto and a large number of mutants who are building a country.

Neither of these two things is a trivial matter, and now they have been combined, which has caused our capable president to consider giving up his re-election.

The president's passionate speech, coupled with the powerful superhero, calmed many people for a moment. If it had continued like this, it might have been an inspiring speech. Unfortunately...

"Huh?" The president felt someone pinching his collar from behind, and then he was lifted up from the ground.

"What are you doing? Hyperion!" The president was filled with shame and indignation. He knew who had done this without even thinking. The only people standing beside him were his bodyguards and Hyperion. The former didn't have the guts, let alone the ability, to pull it off. The only one capable of doing this was Hyperion, a man of extraordinary strength. Being picked up like a chicken in public would be humiliating for any adult, let alone the president. Naturally, he was furious, his face red, and he yelled at Hyperion to put him down.

"I don't have time for another one of those performances, Two-Faced President."

Hyperion sneered at the president he was holding. The bodyguards beside him were a step slower to draw their hidden guns and shouted at Hyperion to let go of the president.

How could an ant scare an elephant? Hyperion ignored the three armed security guards beside him, the police officers on guard below the stage, and a sniper on a tall building in the distance. He tossed the president in his hand and stood in front of the microphone.

"Until recently, I always believed that even those superhumans who made mistakes should be given a chance."

Hyperion placed his hands on the podium and said in a deep voice, "But now I realize I was wrong. Give them a chance? Then who will give a chance to those they have hurt?"

"There's an old Chinese saying that heroes use force to break the law. The same is true of superhumans. They rely on their innate advantages to constantly harm ordinary people. Now, my father and sister have also been killed."

"Father and sister?" a reporter in the audience frowned and whispered, then suddenly realized. "So General Ross is your father!"

It's not that the reporter is smart, it's just that the hint Hyperion gave was too obvious. The most deadly father and daughter in recent accidents are Ross and his daughter.

Even though many people died in the New York incident, including some who were fathers and daughters, who cared? Reporters only cared about big news! Big news!

If you guess right, this is unprecedented big news!

"That's right." Hyperion nodded in agreement, causing another uproar in the audience. The last time was because Hyperion attacked the president.

"If the knife doesn't fall on me, I'll never know pain." Hyperion smiled bitterly, but his expression immediately turned resolute. "I've tasted the bitter fruit of my own lucky mentality. It felt awful, so I decided to be the last person to taste it."

"As I said before, from today on, all superhumans must be regulated. Regardless of whether they are good or bad, old or young, they must all be registered according to their level."

"I am giving all superhuman criminals one last warning. From now on, if you continue to commit crimes without changing your ways, I will personally take your lives!"

“Who gave you this right?”

As soon as Hyperion's shocking speech landed, discordant voices of opposition immediately arose from the crowd, and everyone made way to avoid being swept up in it.

"Who gave you this right?" A burly black youth walked out of the crowd. Even though he was wearing a loose sports shirt, he couldn't hide his muscular body.

"Do you want all superhumans to be your slaves?"

(End of this chapter)