A native of the United States

Chapter 23 Kick the green clown away
Madeleine's hair stood on end for a moment.

Being stared at by those eyes that gather terrifying energy, as if facing a ruthless and terrifying monster, there is a sense of suffocation, and every cell in the body is reminding of extreme danger.

"calm down."

She withdrew her hands in horror, squeezed out an ugly smile, and changed the subject with a trembling voice.

"It seems that I don't have to ask how you got out of that place."

The familiar scene immediately reminded her of the people from the motherland, who would light up their Cyclops to kill someone at the slightest disagreement, but the people from the motherland had never shown such a terrifying look to her.

Now she has also experienced that feeling, and understands the fear that others have for the people of the motherland.

It’s just that the company checked his cells when he was born, he was just an ordinary person, and his lifespan was shortened, the vitality of the cells was extremely weak and he died soon after leaving the body.

How now?

"You seem to hate and resist the people of the motherland?"

Seeing him turn off Cyclops and sit a little further away, Madeleine swallowed and asked tentatively.

She wanted to know if the young man in front of her knew her identity.

"Superheroes, they seem to be popular outside.

I'm going to join the Super Sevens. "

Ignoring her question, Ron stood up and straightened his clothes, as if he wanted to be a superhero, and said coldly.

"Super Sevens? If only the International knew we hired an eight-year-old to do dangerous superhero work.

The company is afraid that there will be a big trouble. "

Madeleine told a joke, laughed twice, and wanted to politely refuse.

She didn't want Ron to meet the natives.

If he knows to let the people of the motherland know that he has cheated and concealed some things that are very important to him, the cruel and man-eating lion will not be so friendly to her animal trainer.

Stab it!

"I'm not asking."

Cyclops instantly cut open the heavy desk not far from the two of them, and things were scattered all over the place. He looked at Madeleine with bright scarlet eyes.

Grabbing her collar, the huge force easily pulled her up from the sofa like a fluttering puppet, and pulled her to her eyes. The voice was like the cold wind blowing from the Antarctic, slowly 'reminding'.

“I still have one thing in common with people from my home country.

I have never been afraid to use my strength to achieve my goals.

Even if some people have to die for it! "

"Okay, okay, you can join the group of seven!"

Their eyes met, they were close at hand, and scarlet was occupying their field of vision. With a strong threat of death, Madeleine was so scared that she couldn't breathe, she quickly nodded and compromised.

Seeing Ron's tough and unpredictable character, she immediately understood that regardless of other things, she must first stabilize Ron.

Otherwise, no one knows what he will do.

"Damn it, another native of the country.

And it's a younger and more terrifying motherlander who can't figure out his ideas! "

She thought in panic in her heart, it was terrible, there was another large unstable bomb on the earth.

"I can immediately find some reason to kick the star who just joined the Super Sevens."

"No, that starlight, keep her here."

Walking to the window, Ron looked at the bustling night scene outside, overlooking the tall buildings below, and said.

"Others find another one to kick out."

Starlight is the heroine in the story, without her things would be much less fun.

"Another person? The members of the Super Seven, each of which is a deliberate decision made by the company's executives after discussion and discussion."

Walking to his side, Madeleine tried to keep her tone as soft as possible, persuading him carefully.

"Who do you want to kick out?"

"That clown in green."

He looked outside, expressionless, and mocked.

"Your Walter's supervisor added him because of his ability to talk to fish and perform marine shows at the company's annual meeting?

Or some people like to eat his deep sea caviar? "

The Super Seven's target is DC's Justice League. Originally, Aquaman's presence and role in the Justice League is already low enough.

Deep Sea, the ultra-low configuration version of Aquaman, is even more useless.

The brightest moment is when he is on the stage full of big, unspoken rules of starlight, and the rest of the time he is like a clown.

"Deep sea? He is very popular with environmentalists, especially marine environmentalists. There are almost no other heroes who can replace him in this regard."

Everyone knows how weak the deep sea is.

But Walt's popularity comes first. No matter how powerful or not, there are no super criminals in this world, and superheroes don't need much ability.

"A series of peripherals produced by your company are not garbage that pollutes the environment in the eyes of environmentalists. Who would buy them?"

Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at her like a fool.

The main business of Walt Company, apart from the rental fees for heroes to sit in various cities to assist law and order, the most important thing is to sell various peripherals of superheroes.

For a commercial company, isn't popularity for cash?

What's the use of popularity that can't be realized.

"??"

With a strange expression, Madeleine seemed to have discovered a blind spot and fell into deep thought.

The peripherals of Deep Sea have been selling well. Is it because he is a member of the Super Sevens promoted by Walt, or because he is very popular with environmentalists?
……

Everything that happened today is as beautiful as a dream to Xingguang.

From participating in the audition, to being selected, participating in the press conference of joining the Super Seven, and now she is led by one of her childhood idols, Shen Hai, to the battle command room of the Seven.

The door opened slowly, and the solemn and solemn hall had temple-like pillars and domes, and a screen displaying various high-tech data was hung on one side of the wall.

Both epic and technological sense are emphasized.

"Wow."

Stepping into the hall of dreams that was open to her, her eyes lit up, and Xingguang couldn't help but sigh excitedly.

Stepping here means officially becoming a member of the Super Sevens.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"Look at this, we have two satellites in low earth orbit that can clearly read the license plate numbers of escaped vehicles from thousands of miles above the sky."

Shen Hai, who just joined the Super Sevens as an old player and joined Starlight, is mature and confident. He looks like a leader of the team, with his hands behind his back, introducing the data on the screen to Starlight.

"No crime can escape these two eyes. They have always been our right-hand man in fighting crime."

"Oh, here is really..."

Xingguang was a little cautious, and said cautiously that she used to fight crimes in the past with police monitoring devices bought online for more than 100 dollars, which is nothing compared to here.

"Yes, you don't need to use that anymore."

Deep Sea shook his head and smiled lightly.

"By the way, there are also restaurants. You must take a look at the restaurants specially equipped for us in a while. They are all invited chefs. Maybe I can recommend some of my favorite delicacies for you..."

"There, that seat is his, right?"

In the middle of speaking, Xingguang interrupted with a little excitement, carefully stretching out his fingers.

Under the dome, an inverted V-shaped conference table looks like a pair of angel wings with sharp lines.

In the center of the V, there is only one chair, and other people's seats are arranged on both sides, as if they are all subordinates of the person sitting on that chair.

"Uh... yes."

"I bet, when you were a child, your home must have been covered with posters of people from your motherland."

Who else could be sitting there? Naturally, they are from the motherland. When mentioning the people from the motherland, a trace of unnaturalness and fear flashed across Shen Hai's face, and he forced a smile.

"No, in fact, people from the motherland feel like Jesus or something. He is too holy to make people feel unattainable."

Walking to the end of the room, looking at the night scene outside through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, the starlight is like a nervous little girl who just entered college, talking to herself.

"Actually, when I was young, I had a poster of you in my room."

(End of this chapter)