American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 152 This is the President of the United States. Come on, link it to your family.

Compared to the battle in Asgard, things were much calmer on Earth. The high-ranking Hydra spy captured by Rune was very tough, but his strength was far inferior to Rune's. Realizing this, he chose to remain silent.

Of course, this did not prevent Rune from taking him to the headquarters of the Globe and Globe.

The dawn in New York was ripped apart by a purple lightning bolt.

The glass curtain wall of the Global Times building shattered into dust with a deafening explosion, and a gust of wind, carrying scraps of paper and screams, raged through the newsroom. When the terrified employees looked up, they witnessed the most unbelievable scene of their lives: a young man in a white suit hovered in mid-air, holding the US president by the collar with his right hand, like a chicken to be slaughtered. The president was deathly pale, his suit disheveled, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth; he was a far cry from his usual dignified image on television.

"Good morning, journalists of New York." The man's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in everyone's ears, as if striking their eardrums directly. He landed slowly on the open ground in front of the editor-in-chief's office, mercilessly crushing a poor monitor that had fallen to his feet. "My name is Rune Dark, you can call me—well, Rune. Perhaps you can give me a villainous name, like Doctor Doom or something."

The entire editorial office was deathly silent, save for the dripping fire sprinkler system. More than twenty cell phones were quietly pointed at the scene.

But no one dared to press the shutter button.

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business. I need you to do a special report on me, right now, how about it?" Rune smiled, but his entrance made it clear to the Global Times reporters that they had no choice.

"The topic of this report," Rune added, "is about how I executed this imposter president. What do you all think?"

Zoe Leila, editor-in-chief of the Global Times, was the first to recover. She pushed aside the security guards protecting her, her voice trembling with anger: "Are you crazy? That's the President of the United States! He represents the dignity of the world's most powerful nation. You can't execute him in front of so many people!"

Rune looked at the editor-in-chief, snapped his fingers, and then the president was lifted up by an invisible force like a puppet, suspending in front of everyone.

“No, ma’am—” Rune said with a smile, “He’s not the President of the United States, he’s a high-ranking Hydra agent. Oh right, you know what Hydra is, right?”

The reporters present exchanged glances; they certainly knew what Hydra was. As mouthpieces for the government and perhaps the ordinary people who had the most contact with superheroes, they were intimately familiar with the stories of superheroes, and naturally, they were also extremely familiar with Hydra, the organization that often opposed these heroes.

At this moment, the editor-in-chief, who had spoken first, swallowed hard. She knew, of course, what it meant for the United States if even the president was Hydra. So, she asked tremblingly, "Then, what evidence do you have?"

"Evidence?" Rune smiled, and then, under his will, the hydra-branded US president, suspended in mid-air, was forced to turn around.

"You should really thank Hydra for their morbid obsession in certain areas," Rune said with a sneer. "You're in for a treat today!"

The next moment, under the watchful eyes of all the reporters, the US president's trousers were pulled down, revealing the familiar pattern on his buttocks—a symbol of a snake's head—also the symbol of the infamous terrorist organization Hydra.

"He's lying! Call S.H.I.E.L.D.!" The president suddenly struggled to his feet, his voice filled with undeniable authority: "He's the despicable terrorist, the shameless pervert! He's the one who tattooed the Hydra symbol on me—"

Then Rune waved his left hand, and the president's mouth was as if it had been sewn shut, and he could no longer utter a word.

"Quiet, you stupid crawler, your act is over." Rune sneered, then turned to the dumbfounded reporters: "That's right, Hydra plans to divide the heroes into small groups, and then take advantage of their internal strife to wipe them all out—that's why they're pushing back the Superhero Registration Act."

Just as Rune was speaking, Sarah, a young reporter in the corner, quietly pressed the live broadcast button on her phone. Her fingers were trembling, but professional instincts overcame her fear.

If Rune wasn't lying, this would be the biggest news of the century! Even if the president isn't Hydra, the symbol on his butt is enough to oust him from the presidency.

"Now, can you write a report for me?" Rune asked, his expression sincere, but the information he conveyed was of great importance.

The security supervisor, who had just been pushed aside by the editor-in-chief, secretly reached for the stun gun at his waist: "Even if what you're saying is true, you can't resort to vigilante justice!"

"Can't I use vigilante justice?" Rune looked at the security supervisor with a puzzled expression. "Why can't I use vigilante justice? Your CIA can use vigilante justice on other people, your prisons can use vigilante justice on other people, even your police officers."

"If you can use vigilante justice on others, why can't I?"

"Is it simply because he's now the President of the United States?" Rune chuckled. "Come on, in my eyes..."

This so-called president is no more valuable than human lives in the Middle East. Aren't we all born of our own parents?

Turning to the reporter who was broadcasting live, Rune beckoned to her: "Come here."

The woman was startled, but in her extreme fear, she slowly walked towards Rune's side. Meanwhile, the comments on her phone were all reminding her not to shake, as she couldn't even see Rune and the president's faces clearly anymore.

"Let me see," Rune picked up the familiar machine. The communication equipment in the neighboring DC hadn't yet reached the level of smartphones, so seeing a phone with a full touchscreen couldn't help but evoke a sense of nostalgia. "Is this your official livestream room?"

The reporter nodded, but she was so scared that she buried her head in her chest, so her nod was not very obvious.

Rune faced the camera, mimicking the tone of old-school internet celebrities, and greeted the people on the other side of the phone screen with a smile: "Hello, family members, today we are going to execute an American president. Everyone, type how you want him to die in the public chat, and I will choose the one with the most comments as the president's way of dying."

In that instant, the live chat exploded. It's common knowledge that the US is divided into two major political parties, the Democratic and Republican parties, each with its own supporters wishing the other dead. The crimes the US has committed in the Middle East are also widely known, and people in most other countries wouldn't mind if a US president died. Add to that Rune's face, and almost instantly, a massive flood of comments erupted.

"Looks like not many people want you to live," Rune said with a smile, looking at the hydra suspended in mid-air.