Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

At the same time.

The giant screens in Times Square, the LED screens on the streets of Washington, D.C., the televisions in countless homes across the U.S. and around the world, and mobile live streaming apps... all the images playing Homelander's speech were uniformly switched to a no-signal state in that one second.

A crisis public relations effort that was about to ignite a global media disaster was nipped in the bud.

"What's going on?" John turned his head and stared at the broadcast team standing behind the camera.

His voice carried a chilling calmness.

The on-site director and technicians were terrified.

The director stammered as he pressed the earpiece.

"Mr. President... the signal is down. For some reason, all the major cell towers around Washington went offline within two seconds!"

John stared intently at the director, a forced smile on his face.

"I was about to deliver the greatest speech of the century. And you're telling me the signal was cut?"

"No, it's not our fault!" The director was so frightened that he fell to the ground and frantically moved backward.

"Fix it right away." A red glint flashed in John's eyes.

"We're working on it! We're working on it!" The technical lead rushed over, his face pale. "We're transferring the signal to Vought's satellite! Establishing a direct satellite-based connection, bypassing the ground base station!"

"How long will it take?" John asked coldly.

"One minute! Just one minute!"

Upon hearing this, John's expression softened slightly.

The red light in his eyes gradually faded, and he leaned back in his chair.

"One minute. If I don't get a signal back in one minute," John smiled at the tech lead, "I'll pull your idiot out and shove it up your ass."

The technical supervisor nodded frantically, his fingers moving rapidly across the instrument.

Time passed second by second.

The director, watching the progress bar on the screen, breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. President, the satellite connection is complete. Resuming the live broadcast. Three..."

boom!!!

A loud bang interrupted the director's countdown.

The walls of the Oval Office were shattered from the outside by a violent force.

The shattered stones, mixed with dust and smoke, were blasted into the room along with a security guard.

Butcher entered, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing heavy military boots. He also carried a gleaming black metal crowbar on his shoulder.

He glanced sideways at the people inside the room, a wicked smile spreading across his lips.

"Good afternoon, you idiots. Daddy's home."

This sentence was like flipping a switch that triggered panic.

The photography team, who were originally preparing for the live broadcast in the office, were suddenly terrified.

They didn't even care about the expensive machine; screaming and shoving each other, they fled out the door like frightened birds.

Chaotic footsteps and screams echoed from outside the corridor, and within seconds, only the two opposing sides remained in the room.

John didn't even glance at the fleeing ants.

He slowly stood up, a nonchalant smile on his face.

"William," John's voice betrayed no panic, even carrying a hint of playful banter from an old friend's reunion, "I'm starting to doubt whether you'll keep our promise."

Butcher sneered, took the crowbar off his shoulder, and clasped his hands in front of his chest, making a baseball stance.

He then casually remarked, "Ha, slaughter them until rivers of blood flow?"

John chuckled softly, as if looking at a clown who overestimated himself.

"That Frenchman is a real shame. But how's your little science experiment going?"

Butcher's facial muscles twitched slightly as he gripped the crowbar in his hand tightly.

Just then, footsteps sounded again from outside the hole in the wall.

A petite Asian woman walked in through the hole.

It's Kimiko.

Her hands hung naturally at her sides, her gaze fixed intently on John, the Homelander, in front of her.

The smile on John's face gradually disappeared the moment he saw Kimiko enter.

His feigned nonchalance vanished, and his murderous intent emanated from him without any attempt to conceal it.

Neither side exchanged another word, and the atmosphere became tense, as if a fight could break out at any moment.

……

Meanwhile, above the White House.

Azu was hidden in mid-air.

He calmly pulled a bag of green potato chips from his magic pocket and tore open the packaging.

Snap! He popped a potato chip into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

His gaze pierced through the White House dome, locking onto the figures inside the Oval Office.

Reliving that childish battle from my memory.

"What a piece of trash."

Azu looked at the battle below and shook his head inwardly.

Despite having used the original Compound V and possessing the world's top stats, this guy's combat performance was practically no different from that of a street thug.

He possesses immense abilities but has no idea how to utilize them, relying solely on instinctive collisions and his laser eyes that only shoot randomly.

If you threw this native Homelander into the Marvel Universe, let alone dealing with Thanos, he'd probably be completely outmaneuvered by the Black Widow and Hawkeye duo.

Ah Zu sighed and continued stuffing potato chips into his mouth.

Below, the situation in the office changed.

At this moment, John, who was preparing to flee the White House to avoid the limelight, was bumped back by his son Ryan.

Kimiko stood still, not launching an attack immediately.

Suddenly, I felt like I was stuck, as if I were lost in some kind of memory.

Ah Zu rubbed his temples speechlessly.

This kind of nostalgic moment, which only happens in anime, actually happened right in front of him.

Being distracted on the battlefield is enough to get you killed ten thousand times over in a real life-or-death struggle.

But what Azu found most unbearable was John's reaction.

John was completely blind!

Kimiko stood less than five meters away from him, her chest already faintly emitting a dangerous high-energy radiation.

But John completely ignored her.

He was busy rolling around on the ground with Ryan and Butcher, punching each other in the face.

"Idiot." Azu crushed the bag of potato chips in his hand. "The enemy's ultimate attack is already casting, and you're still playing in the mud?"

Inside the Oval Office, Kimiko finally completed her long and complicated love story with a ghost.

A dazzling golden light shone from her chest.

John finally realized something was wrong.

He turned his head abruptly and looked at Kimiko in horror.

But now, Butcher and Ryan had locked his arms from behind, pinning him to the ground and making him unable to move.

"No! No!" John stared at the yellow light, finally realizing what was happening, and extreme fear erupted in his eyes.

But it's too late.

A burst of violent radiation energy erupted from Kimiko's chest.

A massive shockwave swept out, and the people at the scene didn't even have time to scream before they all lost consciousness and collapsed in the ruins.

high in the air.

Azu casually patted the potato chip crumbs off his hands.

"This farce should end now."