The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 587 Dictatorship
"So tall."

A reporter couldn't help but sigh that the black man's height was indeed too exaggerated. Even among NBA players, he would probably be among the top. Coupled with his muscles that could not be covered by the loose clothes, he looked like a human tank.

"Ouch." The reporter screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The tall black man was too big. He couldn't dodge in time and was pushed to the ground by the other party's huge force.

"Who are you?" Hyperion frowned at the rude black man in front of him.

"Let me be clear, I was the one who asked the question first." The black man was very arrogant. Not only did he not answer Hyperion's question, he even pointed fingers at him.

"Answer my question first. Who gave you this right? This country?"

"No no no!"

Before Hyperion could reply, the President, who had just lost all face, jumped out again. Although he still didn't dare to get close to Hyperion, this did not prevent him from expressing his opinions using the spare microphone not far away.

"Please trust the government and the country. We will not hand over such dangerous power to any one person!"

Taking someone's life at will? Even if that person was a superhuman with a bad reputation today, no one dared to come out and applaud such behavior. It was too inhumane.

The president himself dare not take on this responsibility. If something goes wrong, it would be better for him to resign, but he cannot afford to be purged afterwards.

The black man nodded, very satisfied with the president's light-speed cutting behavior, and then looked at Hyperion triumphantly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

See, what you said is nothing but bullshit. Not only are there no relevant laws to support you, even the president won't stand for you. What do you call the strongest superhero? You are simply the strongest super clown.

Who would have thought that Hyperion, who was being looked at by him, had no expression of shame at all, and still had that calm expression without any sadness or joy, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Some qualified journalists have already smelled big news.

"What's your name?"

It was still the same question, and the tone hadn't changed, but this time a trace of fear rose on the black man's face. He didn't understand why, as everything was the same as before.

"I'm Fury!" The black man shouted out a code name, and he looked as if he was trying to give himself some courage.

'Calm down, Erwin. Today is your day to become a superhero. You are going to be the black superstar that everyone is looking forward to.'

Bao Rong was patting himself on the back in his heart, while putting on a fierce look on his face. He didn't look like a superhero at all, but more like a street gangster.

"Okay, furious?" Hyperion shrugged nonchalantly, clearly not taking the dark figure in front of him seriously. "Who told you I need the law, or the president's support?"

Fury was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"

"I'm just informing you!" Hyperion suddenly raised his voice, a resounding sound that made many people shudder. "I don't need anything to support me, not even the living or the dead."

"Who gave me the right? I myself!"

Hyperion spread his hands and said loudly, "With great power comes great responsibility. It is my own strength that gives me this right!"

After saying this, Hyperion turned around and flew away without paying any attention to the noisy crowd. The yellow cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, blowing down many of the decorative flowers on the podium.

"You are a dictator!" Fury was like his code name at this time. He rushed to the stage yelling, wanting to argue with Hyperion to reach a conclusion.

Rage's speed was unexpectedly fast, like a black phantom, rushing onto the stage in the blink of an eye, reaching out to grab Hyperion, who had his back to him. Hyperion, as if he had anticipated all this, turned around and grabbed Rage's hands that were stretched out to him. To the shock of everyone present, Rage didn't let Hyperion capture him cleanly, but instead started to wrestle with him.

"As expected, you are also a superhuman." Hyperion showed an expression of as expected, and the furious man who was caught by him laughed instead.

"Hmph! I'm not just a superhuman, I'm a superhero who's going to stop your dictatorship!"

"Stop me? Superhero?"

Hyperion seemed to have heard a funny joke, and his expression finally changed, but the raised corners of his mouth were actually the best mockery of his rage.

"you!"

He was furious, his eyes wide open, and was just about to break free from Hyperion's restraints to teach this guy who looked down on him a lesson, but suddenly found that he could not move.

"How dare you stand up with such little strength?"

Seeing that there was no way to defeat Fury, Hyperion knew that his opponent's strength was limited. His mentality had changed and he no longer knocked his opponent out gently like before. Instead, he increased his strength and pried Fury's hands apart.

"Ahhhh!"

His hands were twisted into unnatural angles bit by bit, and he could only scream in anger as he couldn't break free, until a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.

Hyperion loosened his hands, and his furious arms hung down unnaturally. Before the latter could fall to the ground in pain, Hyperion kicked him to the ground.

"Since you haven't done anything truly wrong, I won't kill you." Hyperion glared down at him furiously. "Register at the Supreme Squadron's base tomorrow. If I don't see you, I'll find you and break your legs."

After saying this, Hyperion no longer cared about the defeated opponent under his feet, but instead looked at the camera used for live broadcast.

"The same goes for other superhumans. Starting tomorrow, the Supreme Squadron base in Washington will serve as the superhuman registration location. All superhumans must register. Anyone who fails to register and conceals their identity is breaking the law."

"Superhuman law, my law!"

After saying all this, Hyperion flew away without any hesitation, leaving behind the tumultuous crowd and Fury, who fell on the stage, not knowing whether he had fainted or was pretending to be dead.

"Beep!"

Gwen turned off the TV with a complicated expression. She had originally planned to let Katie watch some TV programs to relax, but she didn't expect to see such a horrifying thing.

The rock girl looked at her best friend beside her, and sure enough, the latter not only did not show any happiness at this time, but became even more scared, and was now tiptoeing towards her.

"Gwen!" Katie said in a sobbing voice, hugging her sense of security with a sad face.

"We're not going to register there too, are we? No! I'm so scared that big guy will beat me up and break my arm!"

"Okay, don't cry," Gwen said, soothing Katie in her arms. "Don't worry, no one knows we have superpowers. It would be too troublesome to check everyone one by one. It's almost impossible."

"But what if they have the means to find superhumans?" Katie looked at Gwen with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay." Gwen said with disdain. "I'll protect you when the time comes."

(End of this chapter)