I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

When Morrison and Corbyn were led into the conference room, everyone in the room turned to look at them.

That look was complicated.

There was curiosity, anticipation, and a hint of... indescribable awe.

After all, everyone present had witnessed firsthand what superhumans could do; the ruins of Columbia District were still there, and the live stream footage from the insurance company building had just disappeared from their screens.

However, no matter how haphazardly these people operate their jobs, they at least understand some social etiquette.

"Come on, sit here!"

Jenkins stood up and personally helped the two of them sit down.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes, with a nameplate on his chest that read "Deputy Director," even brought over two glasses of water and handed them to the two of them.

Corbyn raised his hand to block, his expression serious, his back ramrod straight.

"Oh, there's no need for that."

"As a hero of justice, it is my duty to deal with supervillains. These are all part of my job, so don't be shy."

The deputy director, who was handing over the water, froze in mid-air, his smiling lips twitching slightly.

So pretentious?

If it weren't for the fact that your lip is harder to suppress than an AK now, I might actually believe what you said.

However, since the other party is now suspected to be a superhuman, he can only keep quiet.

"Okay...okay."

He silently placed the water glass on the table.

Morrison glanced around the room at everyone, and seeing their hesitant expressions, he knew what they wanted to ask.

"My attack power has been greatly enhanced, and my physical attributes have also improved somewhat, but not to an exaggerated degree."

Morrison finished speaking without wasting any words, stood up, walked to the door, and casually threw a punch without any preparation.

"boom!!!"

The entire blast door, along with its frame, was torn apart from the wall by this punch!

The metal door panel flew out of the corridor like a piece of paper, smashing into the opposite wall and leaving a deep dent. Broken concrete pieces shattered and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The shockwave spread from the fist, scattering documents throughout the conference room, blowing several people's hair back, and even knocking over the two glasses of water on the table.

After the dust settled, only a huge square gap remained at the entrance, with jagged edges and exposed steel bars.

The entire conference room was completely silent.

Corbin then spoke up, "My ability is decapitation. As long as someone comes before me, they will be decapitated if I so desire. I don't need to do anything."

After saying that, he stood up and even pretended to stretch his body: "Let me demonstrate for you."

Upon hearing this, everyone present panicked and quickly surrounded Corbin to stop him.

"We believe! We absolutely believe!"

"Yes, yes, whatever the hero says goes."

"There's absolutely no need to show it, really."

"If we don't trust anyone else, why wouldn't we trust you?"

Corbyn was pushed back into his chair and sighed with some regret.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jenkins' gaze swept back and forth between the two men twice before finally asking the question: "Where did your abilities come from?"

Corbyn frowned.

"What time is it? People are dying outside! Don't you even understand the priorities? Is this the kind of question you should be asking right now?"

His tone wasn't harsh, but no one present dared to respond.

Jenkins opened his mouth, but ultimately kept it closed. He instinctively wanted to retort, after all, he was the highest-ranking officer here, and it would be somewhat embarrassing to be reprimanded in public by a civilian wearing a perverted bodysuit.

But reason told him that the person in front of him could cut off the head of a living creature with a single thought.

The silence lasted for two seconds.

"Yes, that's right! He truly is a hero!" The deputy director was the first to react, nodding frantically.

"Indeed, the most urgent task is to resolve the current crisis!"

"A hero is a hero; his vision is truly grand!"

A chorus of agreement rose and fell.

Jenkins took a deep breath and waved for the intelligence officer to begin his report.

"First, let me clarify that the primary objective is not to kill the other party, but to negotiate. Ideally, we should persuade them to join the official organization. Once they join, everything they did before will be forgiven!"

"To be honest, our investigation revealed that the insurance company did indeed engage in serious fraud and irregularities. The victims were far more than just those two; in a sense, they were also victims."

This statement is actually quite clear: the hundreds of lives saved by the insurance company are not important.

Only the extraordinary are important.

If Lucas, before becoming a superhuman, committed the murder, regardless of what happened beforehand, there would be no problem in killing him on the spot.

But if it's Lucas, the superhuman, no matter what happened before, he's a victim. Everything he did was justified, he was forced into it, and it was all the insurance company's fault.

Seeing that the two men's expressions were beginning to change, the intelligence officer immediately continued speaking, trying to interrupt their thoughts.

"Current location: Blue Shield Insurance Company..."

"Where did you say the massacre took place?"

Corbyn suddenly raised his voice, interrupting the report.

The intelligence officer was startled and instinctively replied, "It's Blue Shield Insurance Company..."

Corbyn's face turned deathly pale in that instant, and his mind went completely blank.

Blue Shield Insurance Company.

His girlfriend said before leaving home this morning that she had a big job; Blue Shield Insurance Company was holding its annual celebration and she needed to go to the site to cover the event.

"Fuck...fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Corbyn went completely insane.

He overturned the table in front of him, sending the chair flying and crashing against the wall, scattering the neatly arranged documents and computer all over the floor.

"Take me there!! Now!! Right now!!!"

His eyes were completely bloodshot, veins bulged on his neck, and his lips trembled violently with extreme fear and anger.

Those present were startled by his sudden outburst. Several people instinctively put their hands on the holsters at their waists, but they quickly remembered his abilities and silently lowered their hands.

Jenkins was the first to react: "Quick! Arrange a helicopter!"

The two quickly boarded the helicopter.

While in the car, Morrison could tell from Corbyn's state that negotiations were impossible.

Although he didn't intend to talk about it.

......

At helicopter speed, the two quickly arrived at Blue Shield Insurance Company.

As soon as he got off the plane, Corbyn rushed to the door like a madman.

After Morrison disembarked, he looked around and saw several people holding cell phones who had broken through the police cordon and were charging towards Blue Shield Insurance Company.

Morrison certainly knew what they were doing.

gambler.

A gambler who bets he won't die.

At this moment, Corbyn's shouts interrupted his reflections.

"Morrison! Come help me!"

Corbin was also blocked by those cars. There was nothing he could do; his ability was specifically designed to attack living beings, but had no effect on other objects.

"..."

Morrison sighed and strode over.

He stood in front of the stacked cars, and without hesitation, threw a punch!

"boom!!!"

A deafening sound like the air being torn apart exploded!

Metal, glass, tires, car doors—the moment the fist made contact, all solid matter lost its original form. The three SUVs were as if they had been hit head-on by a cannonball, with fragments exploding to both sides, shattering the fire doors behind them as well!

The shockwave kicked up dust that rose five or six meters high.

door.

opened.