What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 111 Shouldn't Hawkman have wings?

Smallville, a small town.

Suburbs.

It is surrounded by low hills, covered with dense thickets of shrubs and old larch trees.

Before completely losing his sense of direction, the first Stars and Stripes, who had been blindfolded the whole way, finally arrived at the underground research base.

Lucas did not show up.

Today is not a rest day; we need to attend classes.

Although he hated going to class and considered it a complete formality.

But after all, Da Chao was still sitting in the classroom.

Fortunately, with the "Rugby Rising Star" buff, he only needs to pass the required number of classes.

Pat was greeted by a blonde, blue-eyed young woman named Elena.

"Mr. Pat Dugan, you have been assigned to the Heavy Mech Division, and your initial position is Deputy Director of the Mech Research Department."

In short, his job involves modifying, maintaining, and upgrading the performance of all combat mechs at the base.

In addition, the boss requires you to be able to create mass-producible combat armor templates capable of withstanding large-scale or all-out wars.

"A combat-type mech capable of fighting large-scale wars, or even all-out wars?"

Pat was stunned for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts.

Even in the darkest of times, those lunatics from the Injustice Society never seemed to have any intention of doing this!

"Excuse me, I'd like to ask why this kind of mecha was specifically built. What's the purpose of it?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry, you don't have the right to know." Elena gave a professional smile.

"A specialist will contact you later to discuss the specifics of your work."

Leaving behind a single sentence, the woman immediately swayed her pert, rounded buttocks and quickly left, leaving Pat standing there somewhat bewildered.

After a long while, the middle-aged man who had found new employment couldn't help but sigh.

In any case, it was still very different from what he had imagined.

As he passed a laboratory, through the transparent tempered explosion-proof and fireproof glass, he saw an unusually expensive alloy metal.

Prometheus metal.

The scientific name is metal cadmium!

It's a huge piece!

If used to make mechs, the effect would be beyond imagination.

But this metal is not only expensive, but most importantly, it is extremely rare.

When he was designing the mecha, he had planned to use this metal, but unfortunately he didn't have the money.

"Oh, right————"

Pat suddenly remembered something and hurriedly caught up with Elena as she left.

"Is there anything else?"

"May I make a phone call now?"

"Of course you can. In fact, there aren't many rules you have to follow. The most important one is that you can't reveal any information about this place."

"Perhaps you can take a look at the employee handbook I gave you; it has everything you want to know." Elena answered in great detail.

Pat then noticed that one of the stack of documents the other person had just handed him was a thin sheet of paper with the employee handbook written on it.

He looked down and saw the first rule of the employee handbook: No information may be disclosed.

Article 2 of the Employee Handbook: Once inside the base, no one may leave without permission. Contact with the outside world can be made by telephone.

There are only two.

Although my personal freedom is restricted, being able to make a phone call to let you know I'm safe is already a pleasant surprise.

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Blue Valley Town.

Night falls.

Hearing her mother's even breathing, Courtney secretly slipped out of the room.

After a night of deep thought last night.

This rebellious and arrogant girl has completely accepted Pat as her stepfather in her heart.

She knew perfectly well that Pat had agreed entirely for her own sake.

The thought of Lucas's cold expression sent a chill down Courtney's spine; her intuition told her that Pat was likely being subjected to inhumane torture.

As for the call that just came in to let me know I'm safe...

It's very likely that it was that guy named Lucas who forced Pat to say that.

She felt she had seen through everything.

And the culprit behind all of this is her.

Looking into her mother's worried eyes, Courtney felt like a disgusting person.

Self-righteous, reckless, and blind to the kindness of those around him —

He's dragging others down from beginning to end, and in the end, only those who care about him will pay the price.

Courtney hates herself now, and she has to pay for her mistakes.

So, she has to rescue Pat and, at the same time, retrieve Starman's relic, the scepter.

As for how to save her, she has already come up with a preliminary plan.

The beginning is always the hardest; at the very least, we need to find Pat's trail first.

However, before that, she needs to recruit some teammates.

Otherwise, her abilities alone would be far from sufficient.

Then he rode his bicycle as fast as he could to the Montez family home on the other side of town.

Yolanda, one of her few friends in Blue Valley, lives there.

After moving to Blue Valley, Courtney initially attended the local high school.

However, the local students were very estranged from her and often ganged up on her, the transfer student. Later, because she helped Yolanda, she offended the school bully Henry King II and became a thorn in the side of the other students, which forced her to transfer to Smallwell High School.

Fortunately, Smallwell High School did not discriminate against transfer students, and within a few days, she had become quite familiar with a peer named Chloe.

If it weren't for my subsequent actions, my high school life would have been pretty good.

Soon, Courtney arrived at a residential area with low bushes.

She first parked her bicycle under the shade of a tree by the roadside, made sure no one was around, and then tiptoed around to the back of the Montez family's detached house.

The entire house was dark, except for a dim light from a bedroom on the second floor, which shone through a gap in the curtains.

Since the scandal that swept through the town broke out, Yolanda has been completely confined to her home by her family.

The other party's conservative and old-fashioned parents could not accept their daughter's stain, so they forbade her from going out, prohibited her from socializing, and cut off all her contact with the outside world.

However, Courtney knew that it was all Henry's doing behind the scenes. Yolanda was innocent. Her only mistake was trusting that scumbag and sending him her private photos, which gave him the opportunity to send them to the whole class.

This is a sad story.

Soon, the sound of knocking on the glass woke the people inside.

When Yolanda saw that it was Courtney, she was very surprised, her face full of dejection and her eyes dull and lifeless: "Courtney? What are you doing here? My parents won't let me go out or see anyone."

"Let me in first," Courtney said, pointing to the window.

The room was clean and tidy, with rows of boxing trophies, competition medals, and school-level honor certificates hanging on the walls.

If it weren't for that scandal, Yolanda's future would have been bright.

Courtney felt a pang of sadness; she herself had done this to rescue this girl.

She took the wildcat's gear directly out of her backpack.

Yolanda looked puzzled, but as her gaze swept over the glossy black leather jacket, she felt a certain calling.

That outfit should have been worn by her.

"Listen, none of this is your fault. You loved that man so much that you were even prepared to spend your life with him. It may seem like he was toying with your feelings, but in reality, he missed out on the best woman he could ever meet."

Courtney stepped forward, hugged Yolanda, and whispered something.

"I've come here to ask you for a favor—" Courtney got straight to the point and quickly explained everything.

After a moment of silence, Yolanda did not hesitate for long and readily agreed.

"Actually, I'm doing this for myself too. I overheard my parents' conversation yesterday; they're planning to kick me out. So, I might be bothering you for a while now—"

Yolanda's voice trembled slightly, but as she put on the last inch of the mask, her entire aura changed instantly.

The confidence and vitality that had disappeared from her body reappeared.

The original Wildcat's combat suit was a perfect fit for her.

"Who should we look for next?"

"Beth, we'll need her help if we get hurt."

"And then there's Rick—"

In the middle of the night.

Courtney's gang was finally assembled.

Four people on two bicycles headed straight for the town of Smallville.

However, the efficiency is simply too low.

At least that's how it seemed to Lucas, who was watching from above.

It wasn't until the sky began to lighten and the crowing of roosters could be heard in the distance that the group finally arrived at the outskirts of Smallville.

"Courtney, maybe we can take a break."

Rick, drenched in sweat, looked at the deflated bicycle tires and let out a helpless sigh: "I hate to admit it, but I'm sure some bitch secretly deflated them for me, otherwise why would I be so tired riding this?"

"Uh, let's find somewhere to rest." Courtney was equally exhausted.

Compared to Beth, Yolanda is a professional boxer, and although she looks thin and weak, she is not light.

Several high school students found a patch of grass and lay down on it without any regard for their image.

"Courtney, I'm hungry. Do you have any food?" Rick asked.

"Here you go." Courtney was very well prepared.

She believed that rescuing Pat without being discovered by the Great Demon King would be a long and arduous battle.

Besides the original JSA equipment, the backpack was also stuffed with sandwiches, bread, and chocolate.

"Look, what's that? It looks like it's coming towards us—"

Just then, Yolanda suddenly pointed to the sky above and shouted.

Everyone immediately followed her gaze.

A helicopter bearing an eagle emblem and resembling a black eagle was seen continuously lowering its altitude.

The massive steel fuselage became increasingly clear in their eyes.

Finally, the helicopter circled half a circle in the air and landed smoothly on the open ground in front.

The engine noise gradually subsided, the hatch opened, and a man clad in armor stepped out, his gaze immediately falling on Yolanda.

A dozen minutes ago, "According to the location, there are five towns in the vicinity."

These are Smallville, Blue Valley, and Hawkins. The other two are farther away: Falls and Midville.

Inside the cockpit, the whirlwind girl wore headphones and held the latest positioning scanner developed by the Sky Eye Association in her left hand.

Five constantly flashing red dots are displayed on the high-definition LCD screen.

Although the distances are different, they are all within the same area.

"Um, excuse me, do we need to search them one by one? Where should we start—for example, Waterfall Town, how about that?"

The Atom Crusher next to him scratched his head.

Because he possesses the ability to decompose atoms, the injuries he sustained in the tunnel have been completely healed.

However, what happened back then left him with some psychological trauma. He never expected that the beautiful woman would just lightly touch him and his flesh would explode uncontrollably.

Thankfully it was just my arm.

If it were his head or some other part, he would definitely become a joke among superheroes.

"Something's definitely not right about Waterfall Town."

Eagle Girl remained noncommittal, but seemed to agree more with the Atom Crusher's idea.

According to the information displayed on the scanner, some kind of evil force seems to be lurking there.

Although very faint, it was still successfully detected by the precision instruments of the Sky Eye Association.

"However, Hawkins seems to have had some rather unusual situations before."

According to the internal documents Ms. Amanda gave us, there was a secret laboratory hidden there.

Built during the Cold War, it has been conducting experiments on human mental abilities for many years.

Back then, an experimental subject codenamed Eleven accidentally opened a portal to another world.

The alien monsters inside burst out and slaughtered dozens of laboratory researchers and villagers.

Afterwards, the authorities sealed off the area, but the passageway remained open.

"As for Smallwell, he experienced a strange meteor shower more than a decade ago."

After the meteor shower, many people in the town began to develop strange abilities due to exposure to meteorite radiation.

"The remaining two towns don't seem to have anything unusual, which allows us to narrow down our search area a bit."

The Whirlwind Girl continued.

Just as Hawkman, who was piloting the helicopter, was about to speak, his gaze fell upon Courtney and the others below, especially a certain figure. After hesitating for a few seconds, he immediately steered the helicopter to crash.

Looking at Yolanda's highly recognizable black combat suit, Hawkman frowned and asked seriously, "Where did you get this Wildcat armor? I need an answer right now!"

Courtney immediately stepped in front of Yolanda: "Did I give it to her?"

She narrowed her eyes: "How do you know this is the Wildcat Armor?"

Hawkman looked at Courtney, not answering her question directly, but instead asking, "You gave it to her? And where did you get it from?"

Courtney raised her chin slightly, meeting Hawkman's sharp gaze without flinching: "These are the relics of a Justice Society predecessor. My stepfather risked his life to protect them, but just now, he was captured by bad guys, and I need these items to rescue him."

"Stepfather?"

Hawkman looked at Courtney: "So, who is your stepfather? As far as I know, the Justice Society never entrusts its property to outsiders."

“My stepfather is Stars and Stripes,” Courtney replied immediately, then added, “Stars and Stripes’ most compatible and perfect partner, a veteran of the JSA.”

"It's him! Stars and Stripes are still alive!" Hawkman was somewhat surprised.

"Who are you?" Courtney asked with a strange expression.

Before answering your question, I need to make sure that what you're saying is true.

"What are you talking about? I swear to God, I haven't told a single lie." Courtney's face was flushed; she was very unhappy with the way she was being looked at with suspicion.

However, after several recent events, she realized a lesson: if you're not good at something, don't try to be a hero.

"The Justice Society members never believe in God; they only believe in their own fists and the weapons in their hands. As for me, you can call me Hawkman!"

"Hawkman".

Courtney stared wide-eyed, stunned for a long time.

"I've heard of you; you're the founder of JSA, but aren't you dead?"

"I carry some kind of curse, which you can understand as being reincarnated immediately after death."

"But doesn't Hawkman have metal wings? They're so cool and stylish!" Courtney frowned, her eyes showing doubt.