I, the motherland, do whatever I want

The atmosphere in the conference room was awkward.

Who would have thought that people from the motherland would just open the door and come in.

And he chose this time when everyone was discussing how to deal with him.

within these people.

The most terrifying thing was Dr. Vogbaum who came to the Ministry of Defense because of Edgar's death.

Now, Azu asked.

Beads of sweat formed on Dr. Wagbaum's forehead.

When the general in the conference room saw this, he stood up quickly: "Dr. Vogbaum is"

Before he finished speaking, Azu, who had his hands behind his back, raised an arm and pointed towards him.

Then Azu turned around with a friendly smile.

"Sit down."

"General."

"That's not what I was asking you."

"Please don't interrupt Dr. Vogelbaum and I."

Although Azu was smiling all over his face, the more he looked like this, the more the general felt an invisible pressure.

He looked at Wilson, who nodded slightly, and then the general sat down.

Then Azu walked around the long conference table and passed Dr. Kyle who was wearing an electronic prosthetic eye.

He walked behind Dr. Vogbaum opposite, put his hands on the doctor's shoulders, and pressed lightly.

"Doctor, you are not young anymore."

"Having a heartbeat that's too fast is not good for you."

"calm down."

"I won't eat shit."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Besides, you haven't answered the question I just asked."

Dr. Wagbaum swallowed, and then said: "Secretary Wilson hired me to serve as a consultant to the Department of Defense."

"consultant?"

Azu's eyes fell on the table, in the box in front of Dr. Wogelbaum.

The expressions of Wilson and others changed slightly, but they were still calm.

Azu smiled lightly and patted the doctor's shoulder: "Why, the Ministry of National Defense is also going to study superhumans?"

"I don't know," Dr. Wagbaum replied.

"I know."

Azu looked at Wilson: "So Mr. Minister can answer this question, and I allow you to speak out."

Wilson coughed dryly: "Fellow man, you are so funny."

"Yes."

"We asked Dr. Wagbaum to run a project."

"Super Soldier."

"We want to make the military more capable and more competitive."

"Imagine if our military, our soldiers, had extraordinary abilities."

"Then they will be invincible on the battlefield, and we no longer have to worry about any threats."

"Our citizens, our children and parents, can live and work in peace and contentment."

"We will build a wonderful country."

Azu burst out laughing: "That's really nice, Mr. Minister."

"But with all due respect, we don't have to worry about threats in the first place."

"After all, we are the biggest threat."

"But don't worry, I won't interfere with you."

"Super soldier or super general, it doesn't matter, as long as you like it."

Azu reached out and picked up the syringe on the table: "What is this?"

"Dr. Wagbaum, is this your latest work?"

Dr. Wogelbaum's hand on his knee shook slightly, and then he said: "Yes, the latest results of the Extraordinary Soldier Project."

"But it is still unstable and cannot be used in actual combat. A large number of clinical experiments are still needed."

"Yeah?"

Azu suddenly placed the syringe on Dr. Vogelbaum's neck.

Suddenly, everyone in the conference room except the Minister of Defense stood up.

The general pointed at Azu and shouted: "What are you doing? Let go of Dr. Vogbaum immediately!"

"People of the motherland, don't go too far, this is the Ministry of National Defense!"

"Hurry up and let me go, or I'm going to call someone else!"

Azu looked around, but the syringe showed no intention of moving away.

He lowered his body and spoke with a smile in Dr. Wagbaum's ear.

"This isn't actually the finished product of some extraordinary soldier project, is it?"

"Let me guess, this is something that was researched for targeting?"

"If you won't tell the truth."

"I'll give you a shot now."

Dr. Wagbaum breathed heavily, his chest heaving.

He gritted his teeth.

He said in a deep voice: "I didn't lie to you."

"This is the latest product of the Extraordinary Soldier Project."

"Oh?" Azu looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Wilson.

Then he laughed, took away the syringe, and patted the doctor on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Dr. Wagbaum."

"I just made a joke to you, do you mind?"

Dr. Wagbaum shook his head: "No, I don't mind."

"That's great."

Azu put the syringe into the box, closed it, and put it in Dr. Wagbaum's pocket.

"Since it is such an important thing, you have to keep it."

"It would be so troublesome if I lost it."

Then he walked towards Wilson with a charming smile: "Mr. Minister, back to our previous topic."

"I want command of Delta Force."

"When will you give it to me?"

Wilson smiled and said: "People of the motherland, you want the command of 'Delta Force', of course there is no problem."

"After all, you are also working for the country, and you are responsible for a dangerous mission. Naturally, you need the most elite soldiers."

"But I can't give you the whole Delta Force. They have all kinds of missions."

"I can only give you a hundred people."

Azu laughed: "Delta Force has 2,500 people, and you only gave me 100."

"Mr. Minister, is this inappropriate?"

Minister Wilson’s smile did not change.

"People of the motherland, I absolutely trust you."

"But other people don't think so. If people knew you had Delta Force, it would cause panic."

"Furthermore, I think within the country, even for terrorist activities, 2,500 people are not needed."

"What do you think?"

Azu walked behind Wilson and picked up the Stars and Stripes that was placed aside.

He smiled and said.

"It seems to make some sense."

"But 100 people is still too few. There must be at least 500 people."

“And I want these guys to be well equipped, and whatever equipment they use now, they will use in the future.”

This time Wilson did not bargain and said immediately: "No problem, one week later."

"These people will report to you."

Azu nodded and walked out of the door.

He smiled at the people inside again.

"Gentlemen, I wish you a pleasant day."

Then he closed the door and left.

After he left, the general immediately opened the door and looked around, then called a security team.

Then he returned to the conference room.

Wilson was silent.

After the general glanced at the minister, he said solemnly: "The people of the motherland are so presumptuous!"

"He didn't take us seriously at all!"

Dr. Wagbaum wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said, "But fortunately he is still as arrogant as ever. Otherwise, I might not be able to get away with it so easily."

"Mr. Secretary, are we really going to hand over a 500-man Delta Force to him?" a colonel asked.

Another officer said solemnly: "Mr. Minister, if he has a 500-man, well-equipped Delta Force, he can do a lot of things."

Only then did Wilson speak.

"Of course I know this won't work."

"But we don't have a better way."

"People of the motherland simply cannot judge him using normal people's logic and thoughts."

"If I had disagreed just now, it's likely that the rest of us would have gone to see God."

"I don't think he would have any scruples just because this is the Department of Defense."

"In short, before the research results of Dr. Vogbaum and Dr. Kyle come out."

"There is only one thing we can do, and that is to try to satisfy the appetite of the motherland, appease him, and stabilize him."

"Before that, try not to irritate him."

The officers in the conference room also knew this was true, so they could only nod their heads in agreement.

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In a dark basement, Levine watched French provide some of his homemade bombs to several gang members, and watched Breastfeeding stitch up the wounds of an injured man.

He frowned.

That night, after he helped a young mother get away from a few gangsters.

The people of the motherland came to him.

Ask him to rescue the two men and infiltrate their ranks.

In order to find out the whereabouts of their friend, a bearded man named Butcher.

As a result, after rescuing the two men, they did not go to see Butcher. Instead, they stayed in the basement and worked to provide gangs with explosive weapons and act as doctors.

This is not what he wants at all!

"Okay, that's it."

"Remember not to touch the wound with water recently, otherwise it will become inflamed."

Breastmilk put away his tools and organized his first aid kit.

"Thank you." The injured man asked his companions to take him away.

Frankie walked over and whistled: "I didn't expect you to be quite good at this."

At this time, he saw Levin put on his coat and walked towards the door.

Franky quickly shouted: "Hey, brother, where are you going?"

Levine turned around and said, "Get out of here, of course."

"I'm going with you so that I can attack the Seven."

"Instead of living this life with you in the basement."

"Since you are unwilling to go out, then I will find a way myself."

"No no no."

Frankie quickly grabbed him and said, "Listen, we don't want this either."

"But we are wanted criminals."

"Believe me, we will fight against the Seven, but we need to raise some funds."

"us."

The black man interrupted French at this time.

"Okay, don't lie to him."

"We had no intention of attacking the Seven."

"What can we do?"

"What we can do is not just hide like rats, make some money and get out of this damn place."

Frankie came over and said softly: "Listen, Levin is our protective umbrella, okay?"

"He is a metahuman. If we don't hold him, once the Seven find us, we will all be finished."

Breastmilk pushed him away and said, "So, do we have to pull him in?"

"That's enough, Frenchie."

"LeVine has done enough for us, we can't take advantage of him anymore."

Levin turned around: "What did you say?"

Frankie said quickly: "It's nothing, Levin."

"Brother just misses his daughter, yeah, right, that's it."

Frankie pointed to the breast milk and said, "Do you still want to live a normal life?"

"Of course I do, but you can see where we are now. We probably have no chance of normal life anymore."

"Yeah, but don't forget, there's a bastard with a big beard, and he's very carefree."

Frankie said angrily: "Why should we be implicated by him and unable to live a normal life?"

"He can live an honest life, don't you think? Breast milk."

The black man frowned: "What do you want to do?"

French said: "We go to Butcher, he must find a way to get us off the wanted list."

"He has some connections, you should know."

"Anyway, this is what he owes us."

"If he doesn't, we'll hand him over to the Seven."

"And if he is willing to help, we can also find Levin a companion at will."

"Butcher definitely wants to continue to fight against the people of his motherland."

"Thus."

Frankie snapped his fingers: "We can live a normal life, Levin can do what he likes, and before that, he can continue to protect us."

"Perfect!"

Breast milk nodded: "Then what are we waiting for?"

"call him!"

Although the two lowered their voices, Levin was a superhuman being.

His ears were more sensitive than ordinary people, and he naturally heard the conversation between Frankie and Frankie.

He turned his back to the two of them, took out his mobile phone, wrote a text message and sent it.

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"Hello, your ice cream."

"Please enjoy."

In an ice cream truck, Butcher, wearing a waiter's uniform, took off his hat and threw it on the table next to him.

"I'm done."

"I don't want to sell ice cream anymore."

Storm chewed gum and put her legs on the table: "Why, isn't this suitable for you?"

"Yeah?"

"But why do I feel that selling ice cream cannot bring down the people of the motherland?"

The bearded man came over, slapped Storm's feet off, and sat down at the table.

Feng Feng spread his hands and said, "It's not possible, but it can deceive others."

"Besides, we have to wait now don't we?"

"Don't forget, the CIA no longer buys your account."

"Poor Butcher is now an unwanted stray."

"So I guess, before that chick from Starlight gets us Chemical No. 5."

"Yes, you can only continue to sell your ice cream very aggrieved and pathetic."

As soon as Storm said that, Butcher's cell phone rang.

He took it out, looked at it, and then said, "I'll take a call."

Bearded Man left the ice cream truck and made sure Storm couldn't hear him before he answered the call.

"Butcher, did you miss us?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Butcher heard French's voice.

The bearded man smiled mischievously and said, "What, Frankie, you finally remembered your father and I'm here?"

The French guy over there said with a smile: "Go to hell, Butcher."

"Don't say you didn't know we escaped."

"You didn't come to us, that's enough."

"Have you forgotten who we were captured for?"

Butcher took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff and said, "Don't worry, good boy."

"Dad also wants to find you, but I'm worried that the Seven are spying on you."

"understand?"

Someone grabbed the phone at this time, and then the sound of breast milk sounded.

"Damn it, Butcher."

"I don't care what method you use, you have to help us return to normal life!"

"You owe us this!"

Butcher was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll try my best."

"I'll tell you when I have news."

"Is this your new phone?"

"You won't be tracked, right?"

Frankie grabbed the phone again and said, "Don't worry, I have installed anti-tracking software. It will be fine."

"Then let's wait for dad's good news." Butcher hung up the phone.

Then back to the ice cream truck.

"I want to go out."

"Don't ask me where I'm going, I won't tell you."

With that, Butcher took off his uniform and left.

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Councilor Victoria Newman dragged her tired body out of the car and walked towards the door.

Recently she was campaigning for an election, which forced her to work late almost every day before getting home.

And every time she came home, her daughter had gone to bed early.

Victoria had forgotten how long it had been since she had communicated with her daughter.

But life is like this. When you choose a career, you will inevitably ignore your family.

Victoria opened the door and walked into the living room, and unexpectedly heard someone say.

"You look busy."

Victoria was startled when the lights came on and she saw a man sitting in the living room.

Azu.

Although he was not wearing a battle uniform, Victoria still recognized the people of her motherland at a glance.

Azu raised his hand and put it between his lips, making a 'silence' gesture, and pointed at the ceiling.

"Your daughter is already asleep. She is so beautiful. She has inherited this advantage from you."

Victoria suddenly said nervously: "What did you do to her?"

Azu shrugged his shoulders: "What did I do?"

"I just glanced at her through the ceiling."

"Don't worry, your daughter is healthy."

"Sleeping soundly now, if you don't wake her."

Victoria was relieved and then looked at Azu: "Motherland, what do you want?"

Azu laughed and pointed a finger at Victoria.

"What you said is so easily misunderstood."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you or your child."

"I consider myself a reasonable person."

"So how's it going with you helping me track down Storm?"

Victoria showed an apologetic expression: "I have tried my best."

"But, I couldn't find her."

"Try your best?" Azu smiled.

Victoria nodded: "Yes, I have tried every method I know."

"Please believe me, fellow countryman."

"I've done everything I could."

Azu stood up, walked towards Victoria, and said with a smile: "Well, it seems like you haven't done enough, dear Victoria."

Victoria couldn't help but step back, with a complicated look on her face, hesitating whether to activate her ability.

Just then, she heard a voice: "Mom, are you back?"

No!

Victoria turned back in horror and saw her daughter walking out.

"Do you have any guests?"

"Yes, I am your mother's friend."

Azu had walked over, past Victoria, and came to her daughter Zoe.

"Hello, Zoe."

"I'm your Uncle John."