Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Ciudad Juárez, Mexico.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

"Damn it! What are those guys holding? Laser cannons?!"

The city hero "Bulletproof Man" hides behind a pickup truck riddled with bullets, covered in dust and dirt.

Although he's called Bulletproof Man, those Chitauri modified weapons really hurt when they hit him, and they would burn his expensive custom-made suit.

Beside him, another female hero, "Green Vine Girl," who could control vines, was trying to summon plants from underground, but the land was too dry, and only a few withered grass roots sprouted.

Opposite them was a fortress belonging to a scoundrel.

Dozens of armed men, wielding modified alien weapons, formed a crossfire network that kept the Vought Heroes Squad pinned down.

"Should we call for reinforcements?" Qing Teng shouted. "VGD's rapid reaction force won't be here for twenty minutes!"

"Twenty minutes? By then we'll be meat filling in a burrito!"

The bulletproof man gritted his teeth and reached out to press a red button on his tactical wristband.

"This is Bulletproof Man, codename V-172. Under heavy fire suppression, coordinates uploaded. Requesting... 'Divine Punishment' strike."

A gentle female voice came through the headphones:

"Identity confirmed, Bulletproof. Based on your location and threat level, we recommend using the 'Orbital Kinetic Strike' service. Cost per use: $200 million. Please confirm payment."

"Put it on the Juarez City Hall's account! Or on my duty allowance! Hurry up!!"

"Payment confirmed. Target locked. Strike will arrive in five seconds. Have a nice day."

five.

Four.

three.

The bulletproof man grabbed Qing Teng's head and yelled, "Lie down! Cover your ears!"

two.

One.

On the Sky Carrier, several cannons in the antimatter cannon array were slightly adjusted in angle.

A stream of eerie blue particles gushed from the hexagonal muzzle, accompanied by infrasound and high-frequency howls, instantly piercing through the clouds and precisely striking the center of the fortress.

"Buzz————————!!!"

The sound was stripped away.

The reinforced concrete fortress, along with the dozens of rioters inside, was reduced to dust at the same time.

The ground trembled, and shockwaves swept outwards, uprooting all the surrounding cacti.

All that remains is a deep pit, twenty meters in diameter, with lava still flowing along its edges.

The bulletproof man dusted himself off, stood up, looked at the large crater, and whistled.

"That's awesome!"

He gave the middle finger to the ruins, then turned to face the oncoming drone camera and gave a professional smile.

"As you can see, evil has been eradicated. Wot, making the world a safer place."

"This initiative is generously sponsored by Osborn Biotechnology."

"Osborn Technology, Evolution is a choice."

A single "GG" phrase after completing a mission is worth $100 million.

……

This is just a microcosm of what is happening globally.

Since Vought took over Project Insight, this killing machine, originally designed for terrorist cleansing, has been transformed into the world's most efficient and popular commercial security service.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Water launched the groundbreaking app, "Dingdong Rescue".

The interface is simple and easy to use.

With just one click, you can choose "Regular Hero Service," which can help you catch thieves or rescue cats, or you can choose "Elite Hero Squad" to help you deal with terrorists and armed thugs.

Even if you encounter a penguin riot in Antarctica, as long as you can afford it, a supersonic Quinjet will descend from the sky within thirty minutes, carrying fully armed superheroes.

If the situation is too urgent, after a quick review by the backend, the Sky Carrier's antimatter cannon array will arrive first to help you physically eliminate the enemy.

"Justice will fall from the heavens!"

On the cover of Time magazine, Azu stands on the deck of a space carrier with Earth in the background, accompanied by the following caption.

Under this almost abnormally efficient operating model, even Gotham's Joker would have to get a driver's license before he could hit the road.

……

Under this relentless and merciless "saturation attack," the Seven have become the most idle group of heroes in the world.

Because it's not even their turn to act.

Any criminal who dares to show their face is dealt with by aerial artillery or second-tier heroes on the ground before they even have a chance to declare their villainy.

So, in order to maintain the popularity of The Seven, Ashley did just that, appearing in movies, variety shows, and even playing Gossip Girl.

Simply put, he is a full-time celebrity.

Hollywood, Vought Studios set.

In front of the green screen, Jessica Jones, wearing that purple armor, floated in mid-air with a look of utter despair.

"Alright! Gem Lady! Make your expression more pained! You need to convey that broken feeling of losing a loved one, yet still having to live on strongly for the sake of the world!"

The director shouted through a megaphone.

"Fuck your brokenness..." Jessica muttered.

"Cut! Perfect!" The director exclaimed as if he'd heard heavenly music. "That's the look! That disdain and anger towards fate! Fantastic! Next scene, get ready for the kiss!"

"What?!" Jessica's eyes widened. "There wasn't a kissing scene in the script!"

"Oh, it was added at the last minute." The director rubbed his hands together. "The sponsors thought you and Homelander had too much chemistry, and the audience wanted to see that. Of course, Mr. Homelander isn't here right now, so we'll use a stunt double and then composite it in post-production..."

"I'll create a clone of your mother! I won't be intimate with a substitute!"

Jessica finally lost her temper and landed with a thud.

"I quit! I'm going to drink!"

She strode out of the film set, leaving a group of stunned staff members behind.

……

In another photography studio.

Angela was idly playing with the fireball in her hand, complaining as she watched Pietro getting his makeup touched up by the makeup artist.

"We're superheroes, not supermodels! I've been shooting shampoo commercials for three weeks straight and it's already failed. My hair is practically soaked in the fragrance."

"Be content, hot girl."

Pietro looked at himself in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"I just finished filming a video of a running shoe guy yesterday. All I had to do was run two laps, then say 'lightning fast' to the camera, and two million dollars was deposited into my account. Where else can you find such an easy job?"

"You've changed, Pietro," Angela sighed. "You used to have that... well, rebellious spirit."

"Rebel against whom? Franklin?" Pietro scoffed. "Come on, he's so adorable..."

He glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

"...I have more important things to do now."

"What is it?"

Tony invited me to Monaco to watch F1.

Pietro stood up and patted Angela on the shoulder.

"That's life, Angela. Enjoy it."