Batman's Owl Godfather

Deep sea swimming is notoriously fast!

When Bruce jumped on the freighter, everything was settled.

With the power of magic, it is natural to easily defeat a group of smugglers.

When the cargo ship returned to the port and the smugglers were tied up and thrown off, reporters who had been waiting for a long time swarmed in.

"It's so thrilling!"

One reporter couldn't help but exclaim, "I almost thought the operation was going to fail!"

They had been watching from afar and did not dare to get close, for fear of ruining the superhero's plan.

Now I can finally express my feelings freely.

"I've never seen such a creative way of fighting!"

A reporter put the microphone close to Shenhai, "Mr. Shenhai, how did you come up with the idea of ​​leading Bruce to catch up with the freighter in that way? Most people wouldn't think of it, right?"

Shen Hai's face was now covered in bruises and bruises. He had just been entangled in the propeller, and the damage to him was indeed serious.

Damn reporters, he cursed in his mind, do you have to come to interview him as soon as he lands?

Can't you give me some time to put on makeup?

He doesn’t want to be image-y in the deep sea?

How disappointing it would be for fans to see this!

The total number of fans of myself and Bruce is over 10 million!

However, reporters are still asking why Deep Sea can come up with such creative ideas.

"Because I believe in Bruce!"

Shen Hai could only endure the pain on his face and squeeze out a smile that was still sunny.

"I know that Bruce can deal with those smugglers, so my mission is to send Bruce to meet those smugglers!"

Is this really the case?

What a fart!

It was obviously Bruce who forced him to be a surfboard, but Deep Sea couldn't say anything.

His suffering is all in his heart.

Bruce is now at the height of his power and has a net worth of tens of billions. If a little bit of it slips through his fingers, it will be enough to feed the deep sea for a lifetime.

No matter how much grievances and tears there are, they can only be swallowed in the stomach.

At this time, a reporter asked: "But don't you feel that you are being robbed of the limelight? And..."

And it looks a little embarrassing.

The reporter did not dare to say this.

Deep Sea shook his head and said with a completely indifferent expression: "Bruce and I have a very good relationship. That guy has magic power and is incredibly interesting. He is destined to attract everyone's attention. I don't care at all."

…

When the interview ended, Bruce and Deep Sea returned to the Water Tower.

Shenhai couldn't wait and went to the medical center.

Katum stood on Bruce's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up with his wings.

“How does it feel to deep sea surf?”

"It's just so-so." Bruce shook his head and said, "The experience is not very good. I hope he can improve it next time."

"Don't force it."

Katum smiled and said, "From now on, you are also someone who has experienced humanoid mounts, and you and I have an extra common language!"

"Um?"

Bruce was stunned.

Since when did Katum have a humanoid mount?

Forget it, never mind this.

Bruce returned to the lounge and turned on the TV to see what news there was.

Then he saw a sudden interview.

A plane crashed in the air and fell into the sea. The debris of the plane was floating on the sea. No passengers survived.

The motherland and Maeve were interviewed sadly in front of the camera.

"They were not doomed."

The motherland people said to the reporters with extremely complicated emotions.

There were three parts pain, three parts regret, three parts self-blame and one part anger in his eyes.

"We arrived three minutes after the plane went down."

He said, "But why is that? Because we are not in the chain of command! If we were, then they could have been saved, more than two hundred men, women, and children!"

The motherland wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and everyone could see how sad he was.

It took him a long time to get over this sadness.

"but!"

He suddenly said, "If we can be included in the defense command system, I can assure everyone that this kind of thing will never happen again!

"This is my solemn promise as a superhero!

"Right, Mailer?"

Being named without any warning, Queen Maeve woke up from her trance. She nodded and said, "Yes."

With the support of teammates, the emotions of the motherland became impassioned!

He pointed at the wreckage that kept washing up on the shore and said impassionedly: "I promise you again that this kind of thing will never happen again! Never!

"God bless you, God bless America!"

…

In the vice president's office in the Watt Building, Vice President Madeline has been watching the interview with the motherland.

There was an uncontrollable smile on her lips.

There was a sound of brushing, and there was a noise outside the door, followed immediately by a knock on the door.

It is the people of the motherland who are speaking.

"May I come inside?"

"Can."

The door opened, and the people of the motherland walked in high-spirited. The performance just now was difficult for even myself to repeat.

At that moment, he almost deceived himself.

Madeleine was so excited this time that she approached the native and held his face in her hands.

"You did great this time!"

With a smile on the face of the motherland, he slowly closed the door.

"Good boy, good boy!"

Madeleine sat down on the sofa with her countrymen.

The vice president's mood can be described as pleasantly surprised.

"I didn't expect you to seize such a good opportunity. After this news spreads, public opinion will be very favorable to us!"

She said, "Your performance is completely beyond my expectations! How did you get to the crash site so quickly?"

"Because I was on the plane at the time."

Homelander said, "I thought it was a hijacking incident, but I didn't expect the captain to die. It's too troublesome to save two hundred people. I will be exhausted."

"Good job!"

Madeline encouraged, "If you save these people, you will never have such a good effect now. Come on, kid."

She gently untied her skirt, revealing the stockings on her thighs.

Homelander swallowed his saliva and slowly lay on the legs of Madeline, whom he had dreamed of.

"Remember what I told you before?"

Madeline gently stroked Homelander's face, "What do you represent?"

"Hope, baseball, America, sunshine."

Homelander answered with his eyes closed, "But it doesn't represent revenge."

He once took the initiative to kill Madeline's enemy, and then he was accused like this.

The Homelander was really heartbroken at that time. He clearly heard next door that Madeline was scolded by the congressman.

He just wanted to do something for Madeline, but he didn't get the corresponding gratitude at all.

When being scolded by Madeline, the Homelander was like a child being scolded by his mother.

He didn't get any love.

Fortunately, it is different now. He finally satisfied Madeline.

"No one will represent revenge."

Madeline whispered at this time, "This world does not need revenge. With you, everything is moving in a good direction."

The Homelander smiled with satisfaction.

He suddenly said: "I can do more for you!"

"You have earned tens of billions of dollars for us, and you have helped us a lot today."

Madeline shook her head and said, she lowered her head and looked at the Homelander with gentle eyes.

"Now you don't have to do anything, just continue as before."

Hearing this, the Homelander suddenly became dissatisfied.

He asked, "Like before? Still smiling, handsome, and saying the scripted lines?"

For Homelander, this meant that Madeline still only saw him as a tool, without any other meaning.

"You've done a good job!" Madeline said the same thing, "You've been protecting us, but can I protect you too?"

If it was the first time he heard this, Homelander would probably be moved to tears.

But he had heard too many similar words.

Madeline said this every time.

At this point, Homelander's good mood, which was originally brought by enjoying the lap pillow, disappeared.

He suddenly had an idea, is there a possibility that he is not that smart?

Has Madeline been using him?

No, no!

Homelander was torn between heaven and man in his mind, what he felt from Madeline was clearly love!

"Okay, it's almost time for today, you should go to work."

Madeline patted Homelander's face, just like patting her own child's butt.

The Homelander sat up reluctantly, still lingering on the feeling just now.

But Madeline had already started to see him off.

…

The Homelander walked on the street, looking a little lost.

“It’s the Homelander!”

Suddenly, several children ran over, raised their heads, and looked at the Homelander with clear eyes.

“Can we take a photo with you?”

“Of course, children, you are the real heroes!”

He showed a sunny and cheerful smile and took a photo with the children.

When he turned around, his expression collapsed again, returning to the loss just now.

“Alas…”

The Homelander just sighed, and suddenly heard a surprised voice in his ears.

“It’s the Homelander!”

Several more children ran over, took another photo, and showed a professional smile again.

When the Homelander sent away this group of children, new children came again.

As long as he walked on the street, the Homelander’s fans would never be lacking.

He had no time to be sad.

Finally, the Homelander couldn’t stand it anymore, he left the neighborhood at super speed and stopped in front of a tavern.

It was quite quiet here, so he could drink some wine by himself, although he would not get drunk.

When he opened the door of the pub, he could hear the tinkling sound of wind chimes. The decoration of this bar seemed different.

"Is Madeline using me? Does he love me?"

The Homelander kept thinking about this question and came to the front of the bar.

Then a woman's voice came -

"Sit down, kid."

Kid?

Few people could call the Homelander that, which surprised him.

Then he looked up and saw a strange woman wiping the wine glass behind the bar.

Green hair, pale face, painted with oil paint on her face, forming a smiling face.

Is this the dress that a normal woman can have?

The Homelander frowned, but did not leave. Even if there was a problem, what could it be? Who could do anything to him?

He sat down at the bar.