Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"Someone, please save us!"

"I don't want to think about dying..."

"what!!!"

The unarmed employees, watching the ruthless robbers pull the triggers, covered their heads in terror; some screamed, some prayed!

"boom!"

But in that instant, time seemed to stand still, and the terrified expressions on the faces of the bank employees became a series of still frames in an animated film…

Meanwhile, the white-clad superhero, who was confronting the gang leader, flashed through the crowd of thugs in a split second and arrived in front of the group of bank employees, embracing them all in his arms.

The next second, a barrage of firepower rained down on his back!

"Ding ding ding..."

As countless bullets rained down, each one struck the white-clad superhero's back, sending sparks flying!

"My God?!"

After the barrage of fire, the group of thugs stared wide-eyed at the unscathed white-clad superhero. Their shock wasn't feigned; they were genuinely dumbfounded. Before, whether it was cooperating with the locomotive or the deep sea, it was all special effects. This time, it was the real deal—the body taking bullets...

"Are you all alright?!"

The white-clad superhero stood up and gave the staff present a sunny smile.

"We're alright..."

The staff nodded slightly as they watched the white-clad superhero, seemingly feeling completely at ease as long as Jupiter was there.

"Next, it's time to deal with you..."

The white-clad superhero turned around, looked at the group of ruthless bandits, and smiled slightly.

"Shh!"

The white-clad superhero transformed into a blur, instantly tossing all the thugs into the sky.

"Clap clap clap..."

The next second, the thugs fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot, convulsing and revealing painful and ferocious expressions.

"It seems the enemy has been dealt with..."

The white-clad superhero glanced at the convulsing thugs on the ground, turned around, and made a gesture as if preparing to leave.

"Please, please tell us your name?"

Just as the white-clad superhero was about to leave, the staff members looked at his retreating figure and asked him questions.

"Ah……"

The white-clad superhero smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"Please call me a free man!"

After the white-clad superhero finished speaking, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and flew into the sky.

"Crack!"

After giving the white-clad superhero a cool close-up of his flight, the director loudly announced the end of filming.

"How was the filming?!"

The white-clad superhero, Jupiter, who flew back, came to the director's side and asked a question.

"Perfect! Jupiter, I dare say you are the most talented superhero I have ever seen. In my experience, I would say two words for you: you are bound to be a hit."

The director patted his chest and swore he had never seen a superhero with a better camera presence than Jupiter. He said it would be an injustice if someone like him didn't become famous.

"Listen to the promotional slogan they designed for you: faster than a train, tougher skin than the Invisible Man, a superhero who surpasses everything~ Tsk tsk~"

"The last superhero to receive such praise was Homelander. I can't wait to see the day you shine in the Free State!"

The director rubbed his chin, looking at the promotional slogan in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly. This seemingly ordinary slogan was actually a signal: a speed faster than a train engine, skin tougher than an invisible man, equivalent to Jupiter stepping on the shoulders of two superheroes to reach great heights.

And the tagline "a superhero who surpasses all others"—doesn't that mean Jupiter has surpassed Homelander?! Although it says nothing, it seems to say everything. Clearly, the Vought family intends to use Jupiter's power to break the stereotypical silver collar of the Seven Superheroes, with Homelander as the absolute core. They'll transform Homelander and his six henchmen into Homelander, Jupiter the Free Man, and their five henchmen. This is unprecedented, representing innovation, and also signaling a possibility—perhaps they've made the right choice…

Yes, the director is already imagining the future scenes of Jupiter and Homelander's respective fan groups tearing each other apart...

Of course, whether Jupiter's fans or Homelander's fans win in the end, the winners are the Vought family!

The chives fought fiercely to the death, and the old farmer emerged as the biggest winner with a smile!

This is the Vought Corporation, the Vought family, this is the Free State…

"No, I will not only shine upon the Free State, but my glory will spread throughout the entire world!"

Jupiter patted the director on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"..."

The director's eyes flickered as he listened to Jupiter's words. In terms of sheer scale, Homelander was on a completely different level from Jupiter.

If Homelander is a male child who gained superpowers, then Jupiter is a cunning and ambitious schemer...

"Looks like there's no need to argue anymore..."

The director lowered his head. He already knew everything. Perhaps this battle for the TOP of the Seven Superheroes would end even faster than he had imagined.

"Lights, screen, and an audience..."

Jupiter looked at everything before him and pondered quietly. Perhaps he needed to change his plan. Although he could eliminate Homelander secretly, it wouldn't have the same impact. Under the spotlight, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, at the moment when Homelander began his frenzied slaughter, he would descend like a god and save the brainwashed Free Country citizens persecuted by the Vought family. According to the suspension bridge effect, he could not only destroy Homelander openly but also gain a group of fans who regarded him as an omnipotent god. At that time, Jupiter could move a lot closer to his goal.

"Longing is the emotion furthest from understanding..."

"Nobody cares what I look like in real life; they only want to see the perfect version of me in their imaginations..."

After Jupiter figured it out, he smiled slightly and walked towards the Vought Corporation. He was going to talk to Homelander and give him a good compliment.

Yes, Jupiter wasn't looking for trouble, but rather trying to flatter his father to death. When we discover an idiot, we must not pay attention to him, but rather indulge him and make him a complete idiot!

I'm not afraid of my ancestors having divine power, nor am I afraid of them running amok. What I'm afraid of is that my ancestors are well-versed in the self-cultivation of villains. And coincidentally, Jupiter just happened to have read a little bit of it...

Meanwhile, Starlight, who has replaced Lamplighter in the Seven, has arrived at the Vought International building, where a welcome party for Starlight to join the Seven is in full swing.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Deceiving the People of the Motherland

"Um……"

Homelander stood with his hands behind his back in front of his portrait in the corridor, sulking.

This one, that one, they all told him not to act rashly. None of them trusted him, not even Streeddy…

Stray's only concern is his child; in Stray's eyes, he is nothing more than a tool for making money.

Homelander's eyes were fixed on the portrait in his hallway as he looked at Streeder, who was nursing her baby. He felt a dryness in his throat and a burning rage in his chest.

Good afternoon, folks of the motherland.

Just as Homelander was looking at Straydos through the wall, feeling the endless anger in his heart, a light, airy voice entered his ears.

"Suck~"

"call……"

The man from the motherland was very familiar with the voice that was constantly echoing in his ears. He hated the owner of that voice to death. Half of the reason he was so irritable at the moment was because of the owner of that voice.

"I'm warning you, don't provoke me!"

After Homelander caught his breath, he turned around and roared angrily at the white-suited bastard walking towards him.

Wow~

Are you angry?

Jupiter, wearing a white bodysuit with a huge "F" printed on the chest, looked at the irritable Homelander and revealed a bright smile that could infuriate anyone.

“F… … ”

Homelander clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming. In his mind, the orders from the upper echelons of the Walter family and his own emotions were locked in a constant battle.

Are you angry with me?

Jupiter stood beside Fatherlander and asked with a smile.

What do you think?

The man was breathing rapidly, his nostrils flaring as he felt he was about to lose control of his emotions.

"No, you're not angry with me."

Jupiter looked at the irritable Homelander, shook his head slightly, then walked with his hands behind his back to the portrait of Homelander in the corridor.

"Then what do you think I'm angry about right now?!"

Homelander looked at the strategist Jupiter, pointed his finger at Jupiter's face, and growled in a low voice.

"..."

Jupiter frowned as he looked at Homelander's outstretched right hand. He remembered that finger; if Homelander weren't still useful, he would have broken it off long ago.

"Ha ha……"

The cloud of gloom on Jupiter's face vanished in an instant. Without making a sound, he reached out and brushed aside Homelander's fingers, then pointed to the portrait of Homelander in front of him.

"It's never me who makes you angry, it's that woman in the house, and those bastards on the 82nd floor who make a lot of money off us just by talking."

Jupiter was indignant, and he was implying to Homelander that Homelander was not the only one angry with Strayed and the board members on the 82nd floor.

"Our public personas and relationships were never determined by us; they were determined by them..."

"You saw my outfit too. I wanted to get closer to you, but they wouldn't let me..."

Jupiter stated that his opposition to Homelander had nothing to do with his own will; it was all a company decision.

"I saw!"

Homelander looked at Jupiter's bodysuit and cape and nodded. Their outfits were very similar. In his eyes, Jupiter's combat suit was definitely a copy of his own.

"F*ck! A bunch of ungrateful bastards! Don't they know who lets them enjoy so much money?! It's your own countrymen!"

Jupiter lowered his voice, and his last sentence was a direct quote from Homelander; he wanted to bridge the gap between himself and Homelander.

"..."

After hearing Jupiter's words, Homelander opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't utter a single word. Jupiter was right. What angered him even more than Jupiter was that he had done so much for this damned Vought Corporation, yet these idiots didn't have a single ounce of gratitude.