Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

Queen Maeve looked calmly at the train engine. She understood perfectly that whoever the company added to the Seven Superheroes had nothing to do with their own wishes. Whoever the company wanted to become a superhero could become a superhero.

"sh*t!"

After hearing Queen Maeve's words, Locomotive angrily cursed, but he knew that Queen Maeve was right. These superheroes who appeared glamorous in public actually had no power; they were just a group of products packaged by the company.

Meanwhile, Ward's public relations team was working frantically...

Whether it's Starlight replacing Lamplighter as a member of the new Seven, or Jupiter killing the Invisible Man and demonstrating his amazing value, both require Ward Corporation to spend a lot of money on promotion and development...

Especially Jupiter...

This rising star, who unexpectedly succeeded the Invisible Man, was a direct successor.

For this purpose, Ward Company specially prepared a promotional two-piece set for Jupiter.

The first step is to arrange for the 'invisible man' to conduct a retirement interview...

Yes, the Vought Corporation arranged for the invisible man to participate in the retirement interview in order to promote Jupiter.

The interview was conducted both online and offline, and the main topic was that the invisible man had contracted a strange disease that prevented him from using his superpowers.

With the Invisible Man now dead, the company has arranged for a Shapeshifter to take over his job. After all, with the Shapeshifter's abilities, no one can tell that the real Invisible Man has gone to hell to eat shit.

The second item is to shoot a promotional video for Jupiter. Nothing can garner more support for Jupiter than directly showcasing his abilities to the public.

and so……

After Jupiter left the Seven's lobby, he went straight to the film set, Ward's go-to film set for superheroes, where all the superhero movies on screen are filmed.

"So what do you need me to do?"

Jupiter raised an eyebrow as he looked at the giant camera filming him. It was his first time on a film set, and after gaining superhuman strength at that. To be honest, it was quite an interesting experience.

"Freelancer, the story takes place in a bank. In a moment, seven or eight robbers will rush out to rob you. All you need to do is swiftly descend from the sky, defeat the enemies, and you're all set!"

The director was telling a script that was incredibly cliché, but it didn't matter. Whether it was cliché or not, as long as the audience liked it and it had enough commercial value, then it was a good script.

"Falling from the sky!?"

Jupiter nodded, indicating that he understood the director meant for him to descend from the sky through the roof of the building in front of him, right?

"Act One, Action!"

The director, holding the camera, began filming Jupiter's dashing appearance.

Hey, put your hands up!

"Otherwise we'll cut your head off and use it as a football."

Suddenly, the bank doors were flung open, and seven or eight armed robbers ran out, shouting and cursing at the bank employees.

"..."

Jupiter covered his face as he looked at the robbers in front of him, who were holding their guns upside down and whose entire bodies screamed "amateur." He thought to himself, "Look at these amateurs. They're not robbers at all; they're more like a bunch of clowns."

"Wait a moment!"

Jupiter waved to the director, signaling for a pause.

"Cut! Everyone pause for a moment, the libero has something to say..."

Although the director didn't know what Jupiter was going to do, he still called a pause.

"You guys come here for a moment."

After the director called for a pause, Jupiter waved to the extras playing robbers in front of him.

"Forehead……"

Although the robbers didn't know why Jupiter wanted to see them, they still obediently came over.

"Take a good look at yourselves in the mirror. Do you look like you're playing robbers?"

"Do you think you can rob people like this?! Do you think the people being robbed will be scared?! We need to create a sense of fear, so stand up straight and be serious."

Jupiter faced the extras and earnestly began to preach.

"Forehead……"

The extras looked at each other, each seemingly confused.

Is there a problem?

Jupiter looked at the extras who were standing still and asked.

"Excuse me, Mr. Free Man, what should a robber look like?!"

Among the extras, a burly man with short brown hair looked at Jupiter and asked him a question with a puzzled expression.

"WTF?!"

"You were born in the Free Country and you've never seen a robber? Are you kidding me..."

Jupiter couldn't believe it. "Are you kidding me?!" he thought. "Born in a free country where banks are robbed every day on average, and you say you've never seen a robber?! This is even more absurd than the BBC's filtered media..."

In free countries, robbery is euphemistically called "free shopping," and it's part of their national culture. How can such a fine traditional virtue be lost?!

"Ah, I immigrated from the Kingdom of Hans Beer."

The man explained his situation.

"F*ck, no wonder..."

Jupiter nodded slightly upon hearing this, and he understood why the man before him was so ignorant of his own culture.

"Since that's the case, watch closely, this is what the real robbers are like..."

As he spoke, Jupiter snatched the submachine gun from the man's hand.

"Crack..."

Without a word, Jupiter skillfully disengaged the safety and cocked the submachine gun, then aimed it at the sky.

"Da da da da..."

The next second came a series of intense shots.

After finishing his shooting, Jupiter wasn't satisfied. He took his submachine gun and aimed it at the glass counter in front of him.

"F*ck!"

Those tellers were clearly local actors; they immediately knelt down after seeing Jupiter's movements.

"Da da da da..."

"Clap clap clap..."

Just as the tellers collapsed, Jupiter pulled the trigger, shattering the transparent glass.

"Holy crap..."

As Jupiter fired his gun, all the actors playing the ruthless bandits collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads in fear.

Silence fell. For a moment, the entire film set was unusually quiet.

"Ha ha……"

Jupiter smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the quiet crowd.

“Listen up, you little bitches, open all the safes and put the money into the black bag next to me. Listen, if anyone dares to call the police, I swear my bullets will arrive faster than the police.”

After a series of booming shots, amidst the billowing smoke from the gun barrels, Jupiter roared at the crew.

"Have you learned it yet?!"

After shouting, Jupiter looked at the crew members who were paralyzed with fear on the ground and threw the gun in his hand to the ruthless actor who was crouching down with his head in his hands.

"Learn, learn, learn to waste..."

The actor playing a ruthless bandit stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"that……"

"Mr. Free Man, could you please tone it down a bit..."

"However, I must say, your acting just now was truly superb!"

The director, who had fallen to the ground in fright from Jupiter's sudden gunshot, held up his small microphone and spoke to Jupiter in an incredibly gentle voice.

To be honest, he was startled. Looking at Jupiter's sinister grin as he fired the gun, he thought he had really encountered robbers.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Villain's Self-Cultivation

Under Jupiter's guidance, the extras playing the ruthless bandits immediately became professional. They seemed to bring their characters to life, and their expressions and unconscious little movements were just like those of 'mentally ill' patients who had just escaped from Arkham Asylum.

"Da da da da..."

The submachine guns roared in a fit of rage, destroying everything in their path.

"Hahaha……"

That shrill, manic laughter was both madness and power...

"Help! Someone save us..."

Amidst the cries of countless staff members, a figure burst through the ceiling above their heads, appearing in the center of the prisoners amidst a cloud of dust.

"It seems you need some help."

The figure was tall, strong, and handsome, with a large "F" printed on his chest, exuding an aura of freedom.

"Don't come and ruin our plans, you freaks."

The leader of the thugs looked at the burly man who had fallen from the sky with resentment, and raised his gun as he spoke.

"Snapped."

Before the thug could pull the trigger, the superhero in the white bodysuit flashed in front of him and bent the barrel of the gun in his hand.

"Shoot at the hostages!"

The ruthless gang leader stared wide-eyed at his damaged gun barrel, roaring orders for his henchmen to eliminate the hostages, seemingly prepared to fight to the death with the superheroes.

"Da da da da..."

Upon hearing their leader's order, all seven masked bandits simultaneously gripped submachine guns and began firing wildly at the clerks behind the counter.

"Oh my God……"