I, the native, do as I please

Chapter 48 Do your best?No, you have to work hard!
"Welcome everyone to Dodge's live broadcast room."

"I am your good neighbor, good friend, Dodge Wesson who reports first-hand information for you every time!"

"I haven't seen you for a while, and many friends say I'm confused."

"It's a rumour, and I'm still fighting, friends."

"I still insist on uncovering the truth for everyone!"

"Just like this time, the people of the motherland were once again pushed to the forefront."

"Even the National Security Agency can't see it now, yeah, what have the superheroes brought us these years?"

"Are you really protecting us?"

"Or, protecting us is just a fun game in their eyes, and they don't care about us at all."

"Otherwise, why are there so many superhero victims."

"As far as I know, many innocent people have been injured or even killed because of superheroes."

"I know a lady who was rescued by a superhero, but that hero didn't consider her fragile lumbar spine as an ordinary person when saving her."

"So unfortunately, that lady was in a wheelchair for the rest of her life."

"There are many other similar examples."

"And like these unlucky people, the number of people who are injured or even killed by superheroes every year is shockingly large."

"If you want me to say that Water Company should publish the data in this regard, superheroes should also follow the law, and when they play hero games, they should think more about us ordinary people!"

In one room, Butcher was smoking a cigarette, showing a smirk, looking at the freelance writer who was frothing with excitement in front of the phone camera.

"The number of people online in the live broadcast room is surging. I didn't expect this guy to have a set."

Beside him, a small man was fiddling with a computer.

Suddenly a dumbbell was dropped on the table and almost hit his computer.

The little man spread his hands and said, "Damn it, breast milk, don't throw your things around."

"Shut up, Frankie, or do you want to have a fight with me?"

A strong black man said with his arms akimbo.

Frank raised his middle finger at the black man, and then said to Butcher, "However, public opinion alone cannot kill the people of the motherland."

"And, seriously, don't you think you have to find a weaker, smaller target to strike at first?"

"Just like an onion, we have to peel it layer by layer, not like now. People in the motherland are not onions, but prickly pears, and they are large ones."

"If we're not careful, our hands will be full of needles."

Butcher turned around and looked at his old partners. It took a lot of thought and saliva to bring these two troublesome guys together.

"Of course public opinion can't kill a native of the motherland, but it can make him mess up."

"He's in trouble now, and we're adding to that trouble."

"It doesn't matter whether he burns to death or not. What's important is that you can divert his attention. Do you understand, idiots?"

Breast milk looked at the time: "You better fart, I have to pick up Jenny from school."

French whistled: "Wow, our Mr. Breast Milk is still a good father."

Breast milk grabbed his neckline and said, "Let me listen to you one more word, and I'll stuff you into the trash can."

"Plus, I've been a good father, and always have been."

Frankie tapped the black man's waist with a pistol underneath and said, "If you don't let go, I'll treat you to the bullets. I hope you will wish for these hard babies."

"Enough is enough, fools."

Butcher raised his mouth: "Are you going to continue to quarrel, or help me to stare at a coquettish bitch."

"Which bitch?"

Frenchies and blacks were separated.

Butcher snorted and said, "The Claw Girl, the woman on the locomotive."

"Perhaps she will know why the locomotive is rampaging on the road."

Breast milk spread her hands and said, "The locomotive is dead, is it useful to investigate him now?"

"I don't know, but do you have a better choice?"

"Or do you want to go directly to the natives of the motherland?"

Butcher pointed to the door: "If the answer is no, then do as I say."

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Tower of Seven.

Just after dealing with the reporters, Ashley, who was in a state of desperation, was notified again that people from the motherland were looking for her.

"Whether I want to resign or not."

"I can't do this job anymore."

Although she complained, before entering the command hall, Ashley adjusted her mood in time, smiled, and walked in full of energy.

"Motherland, is there anything I can do for you?"

Azu glanced at the woman lightly, and said with a smile: "Miss Ashley, is there a guy who can transform in our company?"

"Shaper?"

Ashley nodded: "There is such a person."

"Call him here, I need to find him."

Twenty-five minutes later, a sexy, blond, white woman with wavy hair walked in.

"Good afternoon, Homelanders."

Azu's eyes shone with a golden light: "Show me your original appearance, don't waste my time."

Seeing Azu's eyes without a hint of a smile, the blond beauty suddenly transformed into a fat man with a shiny face and big ears.

Azu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned around, facing the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

The shapeshifter was flattered: "It is my honor to be of service to you."

Azu nodded: "Although I'm not a government official, my common sense tells me that the Supreme Court accepts the complaint filed by the Security Bureau so quickly and prepares a hearing within three days."

"It was kind of weird, like someone was behind it all, and gave the green light all the way for this."

"I know you have a way to sneak into the government department, so I want you to help me find out who is doing it."

"Who wants to send me to prison so badly?"

The shapeshifter shuddered. This is not a good job, the water is too deep here, deep enough to drown him.

He couldn't help hesitating.

Azu didn't urge him either, he turned into a stone sculpture with his hands behind his back.

Time passed by, the shapeshifter was sweating profusely, and finally the fear of Azu overwhelmed everything.

He wiped his sweat and said, "I will try my best to do this well."

"No no no."

"Trying hard isn't enough."

Azu turned around, and a cloud of dark clouds floated from nowhere, blocking the sunlight outside, making the light in the command hall much dim.

In the eyes of the shape-shifter, the motherlander turned into a figure full of oppression, and then the eyes of that figure lit up golden, as if the sun was hidden inside.

"You have to work hard."

"Desperately find out the truth for me, understand?"

The shapeshifter's teeth trembled slightly: "Understood, people from the motherland."

(End of this chapter)