American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

Eight days later, presidential candidate Robert Singer's campaign rally was in full swing.

The scene was crowded with supporters holding placards and shouting his name, and the air was filled with excitement and anticipation.

In the crowd, Victoria Newman stood elegantly in a deep V white striped women's suit and an American flag brooch.

Her long brown-black hair shone in the sun, and the aura of a superior was quite embryonic.

Beside her, her new boyfriend was holding her thin little daughter with a retro complexion, curiously watching the person who was about to appear on the podium.

Suddenly, a noise broke out in the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to the stage. The Homelander slowly walked onto the stage, his iconic red, white and blue uniform shining in the sun.

His blond hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his expression was calm.

"Dear friends."

"I'm sure you all know about Starlight's alleged involvement in human trafficking?"

Homelander said, his voice high and inflammatory.

"Yes, I think she interfered with the Starlight Home for runaway teenagers, and this was purely coincidental."

The crowd in the audience began to whisper, confusion and disdain appeared on everyone's face, and occasionally there were people shouting, trying to clear Starlight's name.

"Oh... please, isn't it obvious?"

Homelander continued.

"Those poor children, they disappeared after entering her charity, and no one saw them again. It's terrible, but we must face the truth!"

"No matter how ugly the truth is, Starlight is a wolf in sheep's clothing, nothing less... She lied to me, she lied to you, we were all lied to by her."

"Right? Now, she wants to bring me down, why?"

The scene was suddenly in an uproar.

People began to whisper to each other, with disbelief written all over their faces. Victoria frowned, she was keenly aware that things were heading in a dangerous direction.

"Because - if I am removed, no one can stop her, no one! She knows it very well!"

Homelander gestured with both hands, his words became more and more intense, and the accusations became more and more absurd, but the audience at the scene just bought into this and agreed.

"Do you think the media at the scene will report it?"

Homelander pointed to the reporters and photographers standing in the back of the crowd, meaningfully.

"No, no, no, of course not..."

Newman, standing in the audience, stared at all this in amazement, and then smiled slightly -

She found that people were easily deceived and manipulated by these obvious lies.

That means that as long as there is inflammatory public opinion, it is easy to make the masses believe in something without reservation.

The motherland on the stage was intoxicated by the cheers of the crowd. His oratory skills, the way he incited the crowd, and even the glittering tanning cream on his face were all means he learned from those dirty politicians since he was a child.

Handy and high-spirited.

However, just as the motherland's speech was about to reach its climax, his expression suddenly became stiff.

His eyes became trance, as if he saw something. At an angle that the audience could not see, the motherland's hands began to tremble slightly.

In his field of vision, a familiar bearded ruffian face suddenly appeared in the crowd. It was the face of the soldier boy. At this time, he was staring at the motherland with a scrutinizing look.

This illusion only appeared for a few seconds, but it was enough to make the motherland lose his composure. His eyes suddenly flashed red with vigilance, and then he closed his eyes again as the illusion disappeared.

"Tell you, I love you."

The motherland suddenly ended his speech, with a hint of imperceptible panic in his voice.

"Okay, thank you all, vote for Robert Singer, he's great."

After saying that, he left the stage almost in a hurry, leaving a confused audience. Robert Singer quickly took the microphone from Homelander and tried to draw attention back to his campaign theme.

Homelander walked quickly to the farm backstage. He needed to find a place to calm down. His heartbeat accelerated and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The illusion made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness and anxiety.

He came to a small cowshed next door, which was quiet and secluded. Homelander looked at a black cow eating grass, looked around, and suddenly showed a serious smile.

He liked drinking milk when he was very young. This hobby has been with him since he grew up, and he still has a special liking for it.So, he came to the front of the cow, holding an iron bucket in his hand, picked it up and began to milk slowly.

While milking, the expression of the Homelander was full of satisfaction. This method was too stress-relieving, and he quickly let go of the uneasiness in his heart.

Soon, a bucket of fresh milk was squeezed into the bucket. The Homelander carefully picked up the iron bucket and slowly poured it into his mouth like tasting fine wine.

Simply drinking milk is the ultimate enjoyment.

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Didn't you have breakfast?"

"No, no - this cow is in pain, I just want to help."

Newman ignored the Homelander's irrelevant answer, tilted his head and said:

"I'll tell the truth... because no one will tell it, cheer up, admit that it is the soldier boy, and then take control of the situation."

Hearing Newman's words, the Homelander gave a fake laugh and slowly put the milk bucket on the ground.

"You think... I didn't control it?"

"Yes, you just spent 20 minutes complaining about Starlight, but didn't say a word about the next president."

"You are Homelander, hold on, don't hit me with a big stick, this situation is fucking..."

Homelander didn't have the patience to listen to Newman's nagging, and quickly stretched out his right hand and directly strangled Newman's neck.

"Sorry... Please continue."

Homelander's face turned serious.

"You need someone you can trust."

"Someone like you?"

"I got rid of Edgar for you, attacked Wujin, and assassinated the Church of the Gathering, and I paid a lot for it. What I proposed...

It's a completely transactional relationship. You do me a small favor and I will help you... Just like you said last time."

Homelander frowned.

"What is your basis?"

Victoria struggled to take out a folded paper from her pocket.

"This is what you want."

She handed the paper to Homelander.

Homelander opened the paper with one hand, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically.

"Where did you get it?"