I, the motherland, do whatever I want

New Jersey.

A pickup truck drove staggeringly into the motel, and puff, a cloud of exhaust gas spurted out, and black smoke suddenly filled the air.

The car door opened, and a tall black man jumped out of the car, covering his nose with a handkerchief.

"Frankie, can't you get a decent car?"

"Damn it, I'm almost suffocated by you."

The black man stepped aside, took out a wet note, and wiped it here and there.

In the pickup truck, the shorter driver got out of the car.

"Stop complaining and know where we are now."

"We're still wanted, man."

"It's just that the Seven haven't caused us any trouble recently. Speaking of which, I'm glad that they finally no longer provide free hero activities."

He glanced at the black man who was wiping his face: "Damn it, when did you become so neat?"

"No matter how clean you are, you can't make your dark face whiter."

The black man glared: "Shut up, Frenchie."

"I just have obsessive-compulsive disorder, not mysophobia."

"okay."

A window nearby opened, and an old female face looked at the two of them.

"You are planning to keep arguing outside and attract the attention of the police."

"It's better to come in and talk business."

The Frenchman and the Negro looked at each other and then closed their mouths.

After a while, they saw a woman.

Although she has grown old and the years have left traces on her face, judging from the outline of her skin and bones, she must have been a beauty when she was young.

"Good evening, Mrs. Mallory."

"Hello, madam, long time no see."

The blacks and the French greeted each other in their own ways.

"yes."

"I originally thought I would never see you again in this life."

"Breast milk, Frankie."

Mallory looked around: "Unfortunately, Butcher is no longer here."

"Otherwise at this time."

"never mind."

Mallory took out a bottle of wine and poured three glasses: "Drink whatever you want. Considering my current situation, I'm sorry that I can't treat you to a better drink."

The black man and Frankie smiled and raised their glasses.

French thought for a moment and said, "Here's to Butcher."

Mallory nodded: "Here's to Butcher."

Three wine glasses clinked together.

After drinking.

French said: "Madam, we are wanted now, so I'm afraid we can't be of much help."

"We've been hiding underground like rats for the past few months."

"I can barely remember what it feels like to be in the sun."

Mallory said: "My situation is not much better than yours. Fortunately, the people of the motherland seem to have forgotten me for the time being."

"From this point of view, I think it's time to take action."

The black man put down his glass: "Madam, do you think we still have a chance against the motherland?"

Frankie lowered his voice and said, "I have some news that I don't know whether it's true or false."

"It is said that the Federation has launched an operation against the people of the Homeland, but it has failed."

Mallory said solemnly: "It's true."

"My friend in the Security Bureau recently revealed something."

"The Federation launched an operation in the Pacific against the people of the Motherland. They even used nuclear weapons."

"It's a pity that the people of the motherland are still alive and well."

"And the Federation lost some people, such as former Secretary of Defense Wilson, and the superhero 'Storm'."

The black man's expression changed: "Storm?"

"That woman is dead too?"

"Didn't she join the people of the motherland?"

That day, he witnessed with his own eyes that Storm betrayed Butcher Butcher and ended Butcher's life with his own hands.

Mallory poured himself another glass of wine: "I was also approached by 'Storm', but I convinced her."

"I told her that there was a weapon that could kill people from our country, but unfortunately, she didn't seem to have the patience to wait any longer."

"And the result of being impatient was that she lost her life."

Breast milk and Frankie couldn't help but be moved: "A weapon that can kill the people of the motherland?"

"Is this true? Ma'am."

Mallory took a sip of the wine in the glass and said, "It's possible."

"To be specific, we have to find a person first, or determine his situation before we can continue to discuss the possibility."

The two men asked simultaneously: "Who?"

Mallory stopped and looked at the black man: "Soldier boy."

"who?"

The black man seemed to be stimulated by something.

Stand up suddenly.

"No."

"I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be here."

He turned to leave.

Mallory stood up and said quickly: "The soldier boy is as strong as the motherland, but something happened back then."

"He could have been killed."

"If that weapon can kill a soldier boy, it can kill a countryman!"

Breastmilk turned around and said, "I don't care how he died."

"nonsense."

Mallory looked at him and said, "Don't think I don't know, you've been investigating Soldier Boy."

"Think about it, for your father, you shouldn't run away."

The black man wiped his face and said, "My father died curled up on the table."

"Obsessed with a dead man and ignoring his two living children."

"I almost did that to my daughter."

"Yes, that's right."

"I once investigated Soldier Boy, but that's over."

"What I want to do now is to be with my daughter and watch her grow up and get married."

Mallory raised his eyebrows: "Then you should investigate Soldier Boy."

"If the people of the motherland are not dead, do you think you can escape the wanted arrest and be able to meet your precious daughter?"

"No, you should know that this is impossible."

"Stop your innocence."

"The people of the motherland are a big worry for us. As long as they are alive and well, we will have to live in the dark like mice every day."

Breast milk couldn't help but fell silent.

Frankie stood up and persuaded: "I think Madam is right."

"Maybe we should check on Soldier Boy."

The black man sighed and sat down: "So, where should we start investigating?"

Mallory said: "Soldier Boy was the first superhuman created by Frederick after he defected to the Federation."

"After the end of World War II, the newly established Vought Company, with a soldier boy as its captain, established a superpower team called the 'Blood Debt Payback'."

"They specialize in wiping the federal government's butt and doing the dirty work."

"But like the Homelanders today, Soldier Boy's strength was too great and he spiraled out of control."

"So Vought took advantage of a secret mission and ordered other members of the team to kill Soldier Boy."

Franky frowned: "But if Soldier Boy is as powerful as the people of the motherland, other superheroes will not be his opponent even if they unite."

"That's right."

The black man also said: "Suppose that Watt Company gave the team members a special weapon and used it to kill the soldier boy."

"Then why not use it to kill the people of the motherland?"

"unless."

Mallory continued on his behalf: "Unless that weapon is not in the hands of Vought Company."

"But what exactly that weapon is and who controls it, I'm afraid only the members of 'Blood Debt Pay Blood' know."

"Therefore, I need you to investigate the members of that squad."

French said: "Who is still alive among the members of that team?"

"The Crimson Countess."

Mallory counted: "Gunpowder, and a few others."

"Let's split up and you go investigate the Crimson Earl and Gunpowder."

"I'm going out of the country."

"I had some interactions with this team back then, and I heard some different versions of the final result of the Soldier Boys."

The two men cast questioning glances at her.

Mallory said: "I heard that the team did not kill the soldier boy in the end. The soldier boy was taken away by the Soviet Union at the time."

"You two are wanted now, so you probably won't be able to leave the country."

"So I can only investigate this matter myself."

As she spoke, she took something out of her pocket and put it on the table.

Frankie and the two looked at it and saw several bottles of green potion.

"Ma'am, what is this?"

Mallory said: "Temporary No. 5, a castrated version of Chemical No. 5. After use, you can temporarily gain superpowers."

"As for whether to use it or not, it's up to you."

"I brought some with me anyway."

Breastmilk said in surprise, "Where did you get these things?"

Mallory smiled and said: "I know a lot of people, so there are always some channels."

"Okay, let's do it, boys."

Frankie and the black man exchanged glances, then each took three bottles of 'Provisional No. 5' and put them in their pockets, and then left the room.

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In the ancient manor, Azu and Angelina were having a big battle.

After a night of fighting, Angelina fell asleep even though she was no longer an ordinary human being.

Azu, on the other hand, was full of energy and not sleepy at all.

He lay on the bed and examined his condition.

[Name: John (from the motherland)]

[Life Level: Level 6 (Legendary)]

[Status: normal]

[Talent: Thermonuclear Ray (0/5000)

Deep space flight +1 (42/300)

First universe speed +1 (297/300)

Absolute domain +1 (0/8000)

Divine power +4 (349/1000)

Super speed regeneration +1 (268/300)

Eye of True Seeing (162/200)]

After experiencing a Marvel journey, Azu's various talents have grown compared to when he set off.

Especially the 'Heat Ray', after using the 'Awakening Stone' to break through the bottleneck, it has grown into a 'Thermonuclear Ray'.

[Thermonuclear Ray: On the basis of retaining all the characteristics of 'heat ray +5', you can make the ray produce a thermonuclear reaction, and you can apply the energy released instantly to a limited range, or you can let it explode and spread freely. . 】

To put it simply, after awakening the 'heat ray', every attack by Azu can trigger an explosion as powerful as a hydrogen bomb.

The important thing is that he can use this power within a limited range.

In this way, the power of the attack is naturally greater than that of a hydrogen bomb explosion.

In addition, he raised the 'Absolute Domain' to another level.

While retaining its original characteristics, the scope of the 'Absolute Domain' is even larger, and is now large enough to cover New York, if Azu wants to.

In addition, the previously added 'magic resistance' effect has also transformed into 'magic rebound'.

When Azu is attacked by magic, the 'Absolute Domain' has a certain amount of rebound magic.

But even with the two awakening-level talents of 'Thermonuclear Ray' and 'Absolute Domain', Azu's life level still stayed at level 6.

"Sure enough, if you want to take a step further and become a 'god', you can't do it just by improving your talent level."

He has demonstrated this conclusion before, but now he is not so disappointed.

At this moment, a message flashed in front of Azu's eyes.

[Warning: There are still 72 hours and 3 minutes until the disaster event occurs. 】

"Disaster event?"

Azu was slightly disappointed: "I thought the application for the ultimate mission was approved."

"However, this disaster was notified three days in advance."

"It seems like it's not a small problem."

"You can look forward to it."

The time came to nine o'clock in the morning.

FAA.

"Did you watch last night's game? The Giants were incredible."

"No, the final shot was so beautiful that I was stunned."

It was working time, but the few people who had just arrived at work did not get into work immediately.

As usual, they would get together, have a cup of coffee and chat about what happened last night before going to work.

But at this time, an alarm sounded in a computer.

A black man noticed, put on his glasses and walked over to the computer.

He looked at it for a while and then said, "Come over and take a look."

Several staff members gathered in front of his computer.

"What's wrong, Gene, what do you want us to see?"

"It's not a cool photo of your ex-girlfriend."

"Wait, what is this?"

"Meteorite?"

"It's so big, it's the size of the state of Nevada."

Gradually, the expressions of these staff members could no longer relax, and they all showed solemn expressions.

"Quick, calculate its trajectory."

Snap, snap, snap.

There was a sound of typing on the keyboard.

After a moment, there was an exclamation of surprise.

"Oh my God, it's coming to Earth."

"But according to the trajectory predicted by the computer, it will hit the moon."

"It's not something to be happy about if it hits the moon. It's too big. Maybe the moon will have an impact."

"It will arrive in 72 hours. Quick, notify the Ministry of Defense."

The commotion began to spread from this small department, and eventually the entire space agency was boiling.

White House.

While walking quickly to the office, he listened to the secretary's report.

"Is that really what the space agency said?"

"A meteorite the size of Nevada is heading toward Earth?"

"Will it arrive in 72 hours?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's what the space agency said."

"In their simulation, meteorites will hit the moon, but there is no guarantee that the moon will not be affected."

The secretary responded quickly.

"This is really too bad."