American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Under pressure from various parties, the third son immediately held a press conference to announce his withdrawal from the election.

Then, something amazing happened.

The seniors were out, the sophomores were eliminated, and the juniors were out of the running. Of the four candidates, only Joel Nash had no other choice.

Everything was so bizarre and wonderful. People say that perseverance leads to victory, and Joel Nash gave the best interpretation of this statement through his own experience.

This pre-election rally, which consumed a great deal of energy and resources, ended in a bizarre way, drawing laughter not only from the media but also from the public.

Members of Congress and senior political officials from both parties had no choice but to restrain their fervor and yield to Joel Nash's candidacy, thus giving birth to the president with the fewest votes in history.

With such a dark history, how could anyone in the White House serve him? The FBI, the Department of Justice, and the Skynet Association led by the Vice President were all secretly investigating the truth of what happened back then.

They suspect the president has ties to criminal organizations and is using conspiracies to manipulate the election.

Unfortunately, after three years of investigation, no evidence was found, and Joel Nash remained firmly in the presidency.

Power is determined by one's position. The president is, after all, the president. You can respect his people, but you can't respect the power he wields. Just like now, the Department of Justice and the FBI are using the mummified corpse case to deal with the military faction led by the vice president, but the final decision-making power is in Joel Nash's hands. He doesn't give his approval, and there are no special authorization documents.

Time flowed slowly in the eerie atmosphere. Joel Nash took a couple of sips of coffee, looked at the crowd, and slowly began to speak.

"Hector Hammond, an extremely dangerous supervillain, has killed more than a hundred innocent civilians..."

"Dick, how much do you know about him?"

Vice President Dick Cheney paused for a moment, raised his hand, and said as his aide behind him placed a stack of documents on the table.

"Seikot Hammond's personality, biography, experiences, family background, and combat analysis are all included."

Joel opened the file and began to read and talk.

How confident are you that you can get rid of him?

Dick Cheney answered without hesitation: "One hundred percent."

Joel smiled, turned to the expressionless FBI Director Jack Harvey, and asked, "How sure are you?"

Jack Harvey frowned and added, "One hundred percent."

Everything is 100% perfect, everything is great.

“Since you can do it, then let’s get to work! Hector Hammond is a vicious killer who seriously endangers national security. Every second that a life is lost is a provocation to the country. I will sign a special authorization document to allow you to eliminate him on the spot.”

Joel Nash looked at the "big shot" in the room with anticipation.

"What do you think?"

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Dick Cheney breathed a slight sigh of relief and said in a deep voice, "I fully support the president's decision." As soon as he finished speaking, Attorney General Marshall Warren and FBI Director Jack Harvey exchanged glances. Although they were furious, they could only restrain themselves and accept it.

After the meeting, the sniping operation officially began, with both sides assembling elite soldiers to form the TBi task force.

The military was ordered to eliminate Hector Hammond at all costs, not to capture him alive, but to execute him, while the FBI was ordered to capture him alive if possible.

The orders were different, and the methods of action changed. Dick Cheney directly used the 4th Infantry Division to destroy Hycourt Hammond.

The FBI, on the other hand, prefers to use people with superpowers.

... .. ....

Both sides were racing against time, hoping to find Hammond as soon as possible, either to capture him or to kill him, because defeat was not an issue...

...

A coastal city.

The whole town was stunned after Hector's exaggerated performance.

The internet has also become quiet.

No one expected Hector to be so insane as to kill someone in an incomprehensible manner during a police-organized press conference.

Ten police officers and 26 journalists were killed, none of them survived.

The scene of mummified corpses piled up in front of the police station is deeply etched in the public's mind.

Somewhere in his dilapidated apartment, Hal Jordan, after watching a television report, disregarded his bulky body and mustered all his strength to stand up.

Tom, who was standing nearby, quickly said, "You're still not feeling well, don't move."

Hal ignored his friend. He gripped the bed handle tightly with his right hand, which had only two fingers left, and moved his body little by little. When his plaster-like feet touched the ground, a burst of power suddenly erupted from his waist and abdomen, and he got off the bed.

A burning pain throbbed in his leg. He gritted his teeth and endured it, supporting himself on the wall with his right hand as he walked step by step toward the door.

Tom stepped forward to help him, but was pushed away by a hand, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"Hal, we are best friends."

"I know"

Hal paused, then said slowly after a few seconds, "That's why I don't want you to stay here." He paused again, then continued:

"I'm going to see Xu Fu?"

Tom blushed.

Chapter 1059 Hal Jordan's Ideas!

Is Hal Jordan a bad guy? Of course not.

He simply suffers from many common ailments inherent in young people: impulsiveness, narcissism, and arrogance.

Carol Ferris was his dream goddess, and he had secretly loved that big guy since childhood. However, the goddess had a master, and the crawler stole his body and soul. He had countless backup options, because he naturally couldn't see them.

Unfortunately, the scumbag was too powerful, or rather, the army of the legendary gang leader who had just left Hal and was said to be able to contend with such a person could only draw circles in the corner, curse the bastard, urinate on their shoes, drink soup that had spilled all over the floor, wipe their butts with torn paper, and let out farts of excrement and urine, and so on.

It was this mentality that led Hal Jordan to display arrogance when he received the green light ring.

Like any ordinary loser, this poor boy who hasn't yet married a rich and beautiful woman has an aura that gives him extraordinary confidence. He believes he has the ability to defeat his rival from "June 27th" and at the same time save the people of the seaside city who are being bullied by bandits.

A series of events followed.

Many things in this world come at a price. Young Master's gang is not a charity. If you defeat him, he will take your life. Three fingers, and being scaly is already considered lenient.

Upon learning that his friend was going to see Xu Fu-Xiao, Tom hurriedly tried to stop him, but to no avail; he had no choice but to go with him.

When the two arrived at the company, Georgie had already left. After asking around, they learned his address and hurriedly drove to the northern suburbs of the seaside city estate.

Billy Park, also known as the Northern Estate, is one of the world's most famous residential areas for the super-rich, where residents are either celebrities or wealthy business owners.

They continued walking, dazzled by the beauty of the various women on the street, and it took them quite a while to find Xu Fu's house.

Several young men in black stood outside the villa, one of whom was Dio Clay. Upon seeing him, Hal instinctively backed away, his dozens of wounds throbbing with pain.

Dior also noticed two people who shouldn't be there. He took a few steps forward and said in a calm tone...

"Hal Jordan, who sent you?"

Hal said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see Xu Fu-Xiao."

"Young Master has business to attend to and doesn't have time for you."

Hal gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "I came to find him because of Hector Hammond. I have a way to deal with him. You are also from Seaside City. You also want to see this demon devour our city."

Dior pouted, while Tony Wu, standing to the side, spat out a disdainful remark.

"Kid, I made an exception and spared your life last time. That's already a favor from the boss. Don't be ungrateful. Get lost."

He waved his hand, and two of his men stepped forward and helped Hal up.

"I must see him. I must tell him something very important. I must see him."

Hal shouted at the villa, "I know where Hicott came from. He's going to swallow everyone whole and destroy this planet. Come out, we need to talk."

"Xu Fu-Xiao, let me in."

Tony grinned, just about to throw the nagging man out, when the front door opened and Wang Hu walked out.

The chief said to let him in.

Tony reluctantly twisted his right foot, cursing the guy's bad luck.

Dio approached Hal, checked his body to make sure there were no dangerous items, and then walked with him toward the villa.

As he walked across the balcony adorned with famous paintings, he saw Xu Fu leaning against the sofa watching the news. He hadn't seen Xu Fu for a long time, but he remained calm and composed, as if he knew everything.

Looking at him now, and then at himself, Hal felt a strange sadness.

"Xu Fu-Xiao!"

Xu Fu nodded slightly and said, "What benefits would I get?"

Hal took a deep breath, suppressing his negative emotions, and said with a serious expression.

"I have important information about Hikota that I can only tell you privately."

Xu Fu picked up his coffee. "Dior is not an outsider."

The implication is: either speak out or leave.

Hal gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Dio, who twisted his lips into a forced smile, his expression utterly sarcastic.