I, the motherland, do whatever I want

Neither Wilson nor Dr. Wagbaum seemed surprised by this answer, but showed an expression of "Sure enough".

At this time, Minister Wilson reached out to the cup, picked up the coffee and took a sip.

The coffee was slightly cold and felt bitter in the throat.

After taking a sip of coffee, Minister Wilson looked at the woman.

Said in a deep voice.

"Ms. Beka, I think I have made the stakes clear enough to you."

"Besides, I am patient enough to wait for you to consider today."

"But I didn't expect that you would give this kind of answer."

"Honestly, I'm disappointed."

"Are you really not worried that the people of the motherland will ruin your life?"

Leaning against a pillar in the hall, Beca took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and then asked: "You don't mind, do you?"

"I don't know how much effort I put into quitting smoking."

"But now I can't live a day without this."

"So if you mind, I can only ask you two to be patient."

She said after blowing out a smoke ring.

"I'm sorry, Secretary Wilson."

"The words you said, the possibilities you imagined."

"These days, I think about it every day, every day."

"I put myself and Ryan into the situations you mentioned. I even imagined that Ryan would avenge me after I was killed by my motherland."

"But these things, all these things, the possibilities you mentioned."

"You imagined it all."

"So far, at least, until today, I have not seen, heard, or felt that the people of the motherland want to destroy the world."

"Honestly, what good would it do him to destroy the world?"

"And from what I understand, he cares so much about his reputation and his approval ratings that there's no reason for him to do that."

Wilson looked at her and said, "If it were a year ago, I would agree with you very much."

"But in the past year, the people of the motherland have changed a lot."

"So big that it's like another person."

"He no longer cares so much about so-called approval ratings and reputation."

"He even openly murdered federal officials in the halls of the Empire State."

"If we weren't worried that breaking up with him would anger him, and we currently don't have a good way to contain him, he would have been thrown into jail a hundred times!"

Dr. Wagbaum said: "Leave aside the possibility envisaged by Secretary Wilson, but your husband, William Butcher, actually lost his life because of his countrymen."

"Aren't you going to avenge him, ma'am?"

Beka took a puff of smoke and said, "You said this has something to do with the people of the motherland, so where is the evidence?"

"You just gave me a video."

"Yes, people from the motherland were indeed present in the film."

"But it was another woman who killed William."

"What do you call her, oh, Storm."

"You said the storm was caused by the people of the motherland. This is just your unilateral statement."

"But whether that's the case, I'm not sure."

"So I cannot and should not settle for a video whose authenticity cannot be verified and which does not even have sound."

"Just bet Ryan's future on it."

"So I feel that I still can't leave Ryan to you."

"He is my child, and I hope he can grow up as simply and happily as other children."

"He will meet a girl he likes in the future."

"He will start his own family."

"He will raise his own offspring."

"To live an ordinary life, this is what I hope for."

Minister Wilson shook his head and said, "But in fact, your Ryan is no ordinary child."

"He is a super human, he is the son of the motherland, and he may be the only existence on this planet that can compete with the people of the motherland!"

"He is supposed to be a nuclear weapon to deter the people of the motherland, but you want to make him a good boy."

"Oh my god, do you know what you're doing?"

"You are not helping that child. You are erasing his future. You are disregarding the safety of the Federation."

"To put it more seriously, I can definitely think that you have committed treason!"

Beka smiled: "Dear Secretary Wilson, after what I have experienced."

"Yes, your words don't scare me anymore."

"In short, as Ryan's mother, I have the right and must protect my child."

"It's my responsibility to guide him to a better life, not to raise another super asshole!"

Secretary Wilson let out a long breath.

"So, you've made up your mind?"

Beca had finished her cigarette: "Yes, and that won't change."

Wilson closed his eyes and said after a while: "Then at least, you have to let me talk to Ryan."

"He is just your child, not your slave."

"He has the right to decide his own future."

Beca nodded: "You are right, Mr. Minister."

"But he's still young."

"He's only eight years old."

"He can't tell right from wrong yet, so if you want to talk to him, of course you can."

"But it has to be when he's an adult."

Wilson opened his eyes and smiled: "Ms. Beka, I admire your courage."

"Okay then, I respect your decision."

He drank up the cold coffee, put down the cup and said, "Excuse me."

Beca walked them out the door and watched the two gentlemen get into the car and out of her sight.

Beca then walked into the room. She sighed, shook her head and said softly: "Forgive me, Butcher."

"Ryan is everything to me."

"It turns out that I can't let him avenge you."

"But I believe that woman will be punished in other ways."

Beca looked at the time, it was almost time to pick up Ryan from school.

She returned to the bedroom, opened the closet, and prepared to change.

Just then, she heard a sharp whistling sound, and then the sound of a window breaking in the living room.

Beca turned around and opened the door, just in time to see something break the window.

But as soon as the door opened, there was a flash of fire in the direction of the living room.

Then there was a violent explosion in her ears, and the flames in her field of vision were raging and blazing, rushing towards her!

She flew up.

Flames washed over her body.

Her consciousness disappeared instantly.

The second before she lost consciousness, the figure of an eight-year-old boy flashed through her mind.

Ryan!

A flame rose, followed by billowing smoke. Sparks flickered in the black smoke, floating high into the sky.

Standing on a high slope.

Minister Wilson used binoculars to look in the direction of the rising smoke, and then got into the car.

The car headed back toward Beca's house.

In the car, Dr. Wagbaum whispered: "Ms. Beka underestimated your determination, Minister."

Wilson said gloomily: "If I could, I wouldn't want to do it."

"But I cannot leave the fate of the Federation to a woman."

"Since she doesn't want Ryan to be controlled by the federation, then she can only disappear."

Dr. Wagbaum nodded, and then looked out the window. At this time, a wary look flashed in the doctor's eyes.

Not long after they left Beka's home, Wilson issued an attack order, and the soldiers who had been prepared used a rocket launcher to destroy Beka and the house together.

After a while, they arrived at the scene.

Soldiers are already at the scene to check the situation.

Soon, Becca's body appeared under Wilson's eyes.

Wilson looked at the body, which had been severely burned and could not see its original appearance.

Wilson deadpanned, "Don't blame me, Ms. Becca."

"I don't want to kill you either."

"But you're in our way, and you're in the Federation's way."

"No one is above the Federation."

"You are no exception."

"But you can rest assured that we will protect Ryan and we will train him to be an excellent warrior."

"Trust me, you'll be proud of him."

After finishing speaking, Wilson asked again: "How is the video faked?"

A man scurried over and lifted a laptop so that the screen faced Wilson.

On the screen, Wilson saw a video.

In the video, a golden laser beam was shot into the house, followed by an earth-shattering explosion in the house.

At this time, the camera turned and the people of the motherland appeared in mid-air.

The eyes of the motherland exuded a terrifying golden light, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of the mouth, and then turned around and flew away, disappearing in an instant.

Wilson nodded.

At this time, a car came nearby.

Then an eight-year-old boy got out of the car, yelled "Mom" and ran towards the house.

Several soldiers quickly stopped him.

Wilson waved to the computer engineer to come with him carrying his laptop.

They came to the boy.

"You must be Ryan."

"I'm Wilson."

"I'm sorry, Ryan."

"It seems that our arrival has attracted the attention of the people of the motherland."

"He should have come to kill me."

Secretary Wilson winked, and the engineer showed Lane the fake video.

Watch as the Homelanders inside shoot lasers and make the house explode.

The little boy's eyes suddenly lit up red.

*

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*

Cayton Manor.

"Lucy, Lucy, where are you?"

On the TV screen, there was a ruins burning with flames.

A mother was looking for her child in the ruins. Her eyes were red, her face was stained, her clothes were torn and stained with blood.

She searched hard for her child and found her child in a rubble, but the mother was apparently unable to move the rubble.

Then Queen Maeve arrives, and the superhero easily removes the wall from the child.

Let the child and mother hug together.

Queen Maeve said at this time: "Get out of here first, it's not safe yet."

After saying that, an explosion occurred in the distance.

Then a group of heavily armed soldiers ran past the camera. Among the soldiers, there was another soldier wearing an exoskeleton suit.

Then, Starlight and other superheroes appeared in the shot.

Those superheroes are fighting.

Finally, a figure draped in stars and stripes flew down, continuously emitting red light.

After some strafing, the battle ended.

Then Queen Maeve appeared in front of the camera.

“Our order is constantly challenged and our citizens are at risk at any time.”

"Super-powered criminals keep popping up."

"But don't worry."

"Because of us."

"Superhuman Supervision Department!"

"This is a department under the command of the Department of Defense and composed of Delta Force and Seven."

"We will go further and target super-powered criminals with greater precision."

"Guard the order of the Federation and protect all citizens."

"If you see a super-powered criminal, please call the Department of Superhuman Supervision hotline."

"The number is in the lower left corner."

Lying in bed.

Azu just finished a 'big battle' with Angelina.

He smiled and said, "Is this an advertisement for the 'Superhuman Supervision Department'?"

"It was really poorly shot."

"It's been a long time since I wore that suit, and they even asked the stand-in to put on a star-spangled flag."

"Moreover, it emits a red laser."

"This is really perfunctory."

Lie down on the bed, exposing your smooth back.

Angelina's black hair hangs down, and her back is as skin as milk.

Because of the strenuous exercise, there were beads of sweat all over his back.

she said lazily.

"I heard Queen Maeve mention this issue."

"It is said that the Ministry of National Defense believes that your previous image, Master, is more relevant to the theme."

"It also better reflects the identity of the Guardian of the Federation."

"So they asked the substitute to wear your original suit."

Azu shook his head and said, "They are really boring."

Putting his hand on Angelina's smooth back, Azu moved it up and down gently and asked casually.

"Where is the experimental base construction project going?"

Angelina turned over and grabbed Azu's hand.

"Master, do you remember a guy named Christer Hank?"

Azu said while his hands were restlessly rubbing here and there, "My memory is not bad."

"Christ Hank, isn't he the guy who competed with us in the bidding house last time?"

Angelina's breathing was a little tight: "Yes, that's him."

"Christ guy is really very energetic. He used some tricks to make me have to negotiate with him."

"Negotiation?" Azu smiled, "What negotiation?"

Angelina said: "He wants to buy our place and made an appointment with me to meet tomorrow night."

"Yeah?"

"It seems that the lesson I taught him last time was not enough."

"You actually dare to take advantage of me."

Azu's hand slid down: "Tomorrow night, I will go with you."

Angelina said 'hmm'.

One day passed in the blink of an eye.

night.

Christ Group Building.

top layer.

Christ Hank stood at the window, the night wind blowing fiercely, making his clothes rustle.

He closed the window in silence.

His figure was immediately reflected in the window.

The man raised his hand with a gloomy look on his face, and a beautiful assistant next to him who looked like a supermodel handed him a lit cigar.

Christer Hank took a puff of his cigar and then exhaled a puff of smoke.

He is waiting.

Waiting for Angelina Cayton.

When he thought of this woman, Christer Hank couldn't help but snorted.

I remember when he came all the way from Italy, ready to work hard in the Federation and pave the way for his family.

Unexpectedly, when bidding for a piece of land, he suffered a loss in the hands of that woman.

Looking back on that day, Christer Hank still didn't know why he was suddenly talking nonsense.

It even offended many dignitaries in the field.

In that situation, it was almost like being possessed by a demon.

After that night, he was really frightened. So far, he even asked a priest to perform an exorcism on him.

Of course nothing happened.

Afterwards, Christer Hank's personal doctor believed that it might be because he was too nervous at the time, leading to a nervous disorder.

As a result, they cannot control their own behavior.

Christer Hank reluctantly accepted this explanation.

Afterwards, he also found that he was back to normal.

And recently, he has relied on some of his family's connections and influence.

Forced Angelina to the negotiating table.

"Hmph, a woman dares to fight with me!"

Christer Hank decided not only to take over the field from Angelina's hands tonight, but also to get that woman into bed.

Only by running wild on that woman could Christer Hank wash away the humiliation of that day.

At this time, there were footsteps coming from behind.

A male assistant came in and reported that someone from Angelina's side had arrived.

After a while.

Christer Hank met Angelina and the blond man he saw at the bidding house that day who was suspected of being Angelina's boyfriend.

Tonight, this man wears a black shirt and a white suit, has 37-length blond hair, wears glasses, and has a handsome demeanor.

Angelina held the man's hand like a bird clinging to someone, which made Christ Hank feel a little jealous.

He called an assistant who didn't know what he said and started laughing.

"Good evening, Miss Angelina."

"Your beauty is rivaled only by the stars."

Christer Hank didn't even look at the man next to Angelina, as if he was transparent.

Azu was not angry at being treated as nothing by the other party, but anger flashed in Angelina's eyes.

The woman raised her chin and said coldly, "Hmm". Then when she looked at Azu, she put on a smile as bright as spring breeze.

"Mr. John, this is Christ Hank."

She didn't even bother to call him "sir", which showed that she didn't have any good feelings for Christer Hank at all.

Christer Hank was startled. He didn't expect Angelina to be so disrespectful to him, and he was unhappy in his heart.

Said immediately.

"Now that Miss Angelina has arrived, shall we start the meeting?"

Say it.

He invited Angelina to take a seat.

Just as Azu followed suit.

The assistant who had just talked with Christ Hank came out and held out his hand to stop him.

"Sorry, sir."

"Christopher Hank only invited Miss Angelina tonight. If you want to listen, please sit here."

He pointed to a spot in the corner.

The meaning of ridicule is clearly revealed.

Angelina was about to have a seizure, but Azu gently patted the back of her hand.

Azu smiled and said: "I am indeed not the protagonist tonight. It doesn't matter. Just listen."

He walked to the corner pointed by his assistant.

At this time, many people in Christ Hank's team started whispering.

"Who does he think he is? He is just good-looking and has become Miss Angelina's boyfriend. Otherwise, how would he be qualified to set foot in such a place?"

"Mr. Hank still gave him preferential treatment. Such a person has no qualifications to observe. If it were me, I would have kicked him out of the conference room long ago."

Although these words were low-pitched, they could not be hidden from Azu's ears.

He wasn't angry either. He sat in the corner and looked at these people with the feeling of watching a monkey show in a zoo.

Look at their numerous appearances.

On that side, after everyone took their seats.

Christer Hank looked around, smiled at Angelina, and cleared his throat.

"Then, regarding the acquisition project of the N174 site, let's start the meeting now."