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

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11 “We discovered something unusual about mutants.”

"He has recently focused all his efforts on attacking the company, and the company has suffered great losses."

“This is a situation that neither I nor most of my shareholders want to see.”

Edgar spoke without any expression.

"shareholder?"

"It's those fat, bloated bastards! What makes them so special!"

"They are nothing but a bunch of ants."

"I could take them down with ease."

"If it weren't for you, I would have wiped that country out by now!"

The homelander roared angrily.

You'd better show me some respect.

"You don't have that ability."

"Magneto, the leader of the mutants, still possesses immense power."

"Even you wouldn't find it that easy to deal with him."

"The company needs a complete plan."

Edgar pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and began to speak.

"I do not believe."

"No one in this world is stronger than me!"

"What Magneto? He's just an old man."

"If he were to appear in front of me, I could easily kill him."

The motherland spoke with disdain.

The reason why the people of the motherland are so arrogant is entirely because of their great power.

Although he is only a lower-budget version of Superman because Superman's potential is too high, Homelander's strength in the Marvel universe should not be underestimated.

From birth until now, he has never been injured or felt any threat.

An attack that would be fatal to an ordinary person, or even a superhuman, is less than a mosquito bite to him.

This is also the source of his arrogance.

He held Magneto in very low regard, considering him to be quite old and frail.

Edgar glanced up at him and spoke without any apparent concern.

"ignorance."

"Your ignorance and arrogance will get you killed sooner or later."

"Get down now."

"If the company needs you to take action, they will definitely notify you in advance."

Edgar glanced at Homerman, then lowered his head and continued working.

Homelander angrily met Edgar's gaze, then met his expressionless face.

The Homelander was furious, but ultimately succumbed.

She slammed Edgar's desk to pieces and turned to leave.

"Ha, superheroes."

"A giant baby."

Edgar wiped his glasses, his tone utterly sarcastic.

Little did he know that Homelander, who had just stepped out of the office, had overheard his sarcastic remarks.

This is also one of Homelander's superpowers: no amount of bad talk about him behind his back can escape his ears.

In a fit of rage, he threw a punch and punched a hole in the wall in front of him.

"Old thing."

"If it weren't for the fact that you're still useful!"

The man from the motherland said through gritted teeth.

"Even if you tell me not to go, I'm going anyway."

"I want to see if this so-called Magneto is really that powerful!"

"Just an old man who's about to die."

"Sooner or later, I will wipe out all of you old geezers."

The people of the motherland vented their frustrations in their hearts.

He turned his head, and his sunny smile reappeared on his face.

With a flick of his cape, Homelander walked into Vought's intelligence department as if no one else was there.

The head of the intelligence department was a robust Black man who looked quite resolute.

He smiled as he saw the man from his homeland approaching.

"Homelander, what are you doing here?"

Is there anything you want to know?

"I need information about Magneto."

The man from the motherland spoke concisely and clearly, without any intention of concealing his true purpose from his past visit.

"This is a top secret of the company, and I need your approval."

"Feel sorry."

The intelligence chief began to speak.

But the people of the motherland didn't indulge him at all.

"I said, I want information about Magneto."

"I don't want to repeat this a second time."

Homelander walked up to the intelligence chief with a blank expression and just stared at him.

The intelligence chief swallowed hard.

"I……"

Just as he was about to speak, a red light shone in the eyes of the man from the motherland.

"I'll go find it for you right away."

"I believe that with your access rights, you are fully entitled to access these materials."

Upon hearing this, the intelligence chief felt a sense of relief and his hands moved more nimbly.

Survival is the only thing that matters; there's no need to shiver.

Upon hearing this, Homelander's frightening expression vanished instantly, replaced by a bright smile.

"That's right."

"We are all part of the same company, and we all work for the company."

"No one else should know about this, right?"

Homelander patted the intelligence chief on the shoulder warmly.

The two-meter-tall, muscular black man felt his legs go weak and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"There will absolutely be no third person who knows."

He then handed the tablet computer to the man from the motherland.

The man nodded in satisfaction, picked up his tablet, and turned to leave.

After he left, the intelligence chief felt a sense of relief and plopped down in his office chair.

Now he finally understood why those who worked with Homelander were so afraid of him.

This guy is unpredictable and actually has the ability to kill you easily.

Everyone would be terrified.

the other side.

Homelander took the tablet and went outside.

Step outside and take off with your tablet flat-bottomed device.

While flying, I kept looking at the content on the screen.