A native of the United States

Chapter 51 Call Me President
The familiar Stars and Stripes cloak, the familiar blue uniform and image, I am afraid that no one in the world will not recognize that this is a native of the motherland, and it is even more impossible for Becca to forget.

"You are my son, what is your name?"

Seeing Ryan, the people from the motherland were both surprised and happy, and ignored her at all. They hurried to him and pressed his shoulders, asking impatiently.

As soon as he learned the whereabouts of Becca's mother and son, he hurried over as quickly as possible.

"From now on, I will no longer be alone in this world. Although I have no parents, I have a son and the next generation."

He will have a dear family who will always love him and will not betray him.

Looking at his son, the joy and outburst of love of the people of the motherland could not be added for a moment.

"..."

But Ryan was frightened by the sudden appearance of the man, speechless.

Treating his son, the smart native of the motherland is very patient, trying to make his voice soft, trying to take it step by step.

"Do you know me?"

"Motherland."

Ryan replied in a daze.

"Very well, you actually..."

"Listen, you're scaring Ryan!"

Although she was afraid of the natives who appeared after eight years, Becca, as a mother, was not afraid to face anyone when it came to Ryan.

She angrily pulled away the native who suddenly appeared and wanted to continue, let Ryan play in the yard, brought the native into the house, and wanted to warn him not to scare Ryan.

But suddenly...

When they arrived at the house, the casual motherlander's eyes were attracted by a photo in a photo frame, and he picked it up in disbelief.

"Why is he here?!"

A familiar hateful figure.

In the photo, Ron stood with Becca mother and son with an indifferent expression, a man, a woman and a child, like a family of three.

Although the age difference between Ron and Becca is a bit big, the people from the motherland who like the old aunt didn't notice anything wrong, and everything was so harmonious.

"Who?"

Becca frowned.

"Ron, of course it's Ron!"

Grabbing the photo frame, the motherlander gritted his teeth and said grumpily.

From the beginning, since Ron appeared in his life, nothing went well.

As a team member who joined by airborne, ignoring him as the captain, after showing his ability, people all over the world are annoyed to compare him with themselves.

In the battle on the desert island, I was too embarrassed to hurt him, and was later caught by Ron.

He was being driven mad by Ron.

"Ron?" She looked puzzled.

"Yeah, why is the son of a bitch here!"

His train of thought was a little crooked, thinking that his head was getting a bit more colorful, the emotional native raised his head and questioned Becca loudly again.

He'd always thought Ron was Walter's secret weapon to deal with his runaways, and even replace him if he ever misbehaved in the future.

But unexpectedly, Ron had long wanted to start replacing him.

"..."

Becca's face darkened.

……

After a while, in the room.

"You say Ron is my son?"

"Correct."

"He and Ryan are twins? He is the eldest brother, eight years old this year?"

"Correct."

The people from the motherland laughed angrily. I haven't seen her for eight years. Is the woman in front of me out of her mind?

"Becca, do you think I'll believe your nonsense?"

He pointed vigorously at Ron in the frame, who was a head taller than Becca.

"You show me the photo before you talk, this is eight years old?"

"Yes, although you may not believe it, he was as tall as me when he was six years old, and he was so tall when he was eight years old."

Becca replied blankly, and then sarcastically pretended to be puzzled.

"There are thousands of strange superhumans in this world, even monsters like yours who can't even blast missiles. Why don't you believe that your weird son will be as tall as an adult at the age of eight."

The expression of the people of the motherland is condensed

Becca doesn't look like a liar, but is Ron really his son?
He couldn't believe it. Not long ago, the person who patted him on the shoulder and threatened him with a handle, and told him to be obedient and obedient as a dog, was his son?

……

Close the door.

Edgar, Walter's president, made a phone call with a rare and slightly respectful tone, because the other end was Walter's real controller.

"Sir, Ron is done with that, are we going to put him on the board."

"According to your opinion, don't ask me."

The deep and mature voice on the other end of the phone had a lazy tone, with a look down from above, like a god talking to mortals under the clouds.

"Edgar, you have a smart brain and a calm heart. You can handle many things for me."

On the other side came the sound of waves and people playing and playing, as if it was a sunny beach. The caller was playing leisurely in the world, enjoying lying on the deck chair, drinking a sip of wine, and talking casually.

"I'm very relieved that Walter will be managed by you. You don't have to ask me about many things, as long as you don't let me lack money to spend."

"Thank you sir for your trust."

Edgar was sincerely grateful, then remembered something and said seriously.

"Recently, the Walter family has been uneasy, and they are connecting with each other. They seem to want to send someone to join the Walter Seven..."

"Water belonged to them after all, and it's normal for them to be unwilling to linger on the board of directors."

The other end of the phone still didn't care at all, as if he had an extremely strong confidence.

"But there would be no Walter without Mr.'s father."

Edgar listened and smiled.

"He was very grateful to Walter for supporting his research, so he didn't want me to change Walter's name before he died, and he would always keep members of the Walter family on the board of directors.

But tens of billions of shares, as long as I have enough money to spend, I don't really care. "

"Sir, if their goal is to win over the Homelander or Ron..."

"Wagebaum is indeed a genius who was lucky enough to create the Homelander, but he is far from my father."

"The man from the motherland is just a deformity, one leg is long and the other is short.

He thinks he is a god, ridiculous!

"In addition to having a powerful body, a true god should be able to be everywhere, able to understand the thoughts of every mortal, and control everyone.

In this regard, he is no different from ordinary mortals. "

"Same with that Ron."

"Yes, sir."

Edgar bowed his head, more respectfully.

Because when he said the latter sentence, the voice was not only on the phone, but also in his mind.

……

Three days later, the freshly baked Walter Honorary President's Office.

Behind the luxurious and low-key desk, Ron sat in the back, expressionless, looking at the tall buildings outside the French windows, thinking about things.

"The so-called honorary president has authority only to command the vice president."

He was not happy at all, but rather disappointed.

The power is greater than before, and Madeleine can be ordered directly, and the theoretical status is not under Edgar.

But that's not what he wants.

Water executives and Edgar had no intention of giving him access to Water's deepest secrets.

Ability points: 24.

There are less than [-] points left to get the physique of the motherland.

"Two days have passed since the day of the crash, and Maeve's emotions have almost fermented. It's time."

"Changing her fate will make up for the last gap."

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he sat up slowly, ready to find Maeve who was tormented by guilt in his heart.

But suddenly the door was opened.

The visitor came in a blue battle suit and a Stars and Stripes cloak, and the native of the motherland walked in with a complicated expression.

"Ron, do you know I'm you..."

"Call me President."

Interrupting with a blank expression, Ron leaned back and pointed to the sign on the desk.

　Sorry, it's a bit late again. Starting tomorrow, two chapters will be updated at [-] o'clock every day, and the time will be fixed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)