I, the motherland, do whatever I want

In the not-so-bright room, which was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, freelance writer Dodge Wesson walked out of the bedroom with his mobile phone.

"Listen to me, Mr. Henry, I am definitely qualified to be the travel columnist in your newspaper."

"I've been to a lot of places, I have a lot of experience, and I have a lot of fans."

"No, what happened that day was just an accident."

"I'm definitely not a sociopath."

"No, no, no, I'm not an anti-hero either."

Toot toot.

The phone was hung up.

Dodge Wesson roared angrily, picked up the phone and wanted to throw it to the ground, but he restrained his impulse and finally threw it on the sofa.

He covered his face and sat down on the sofa tiredly.

Since that day, Dodge's career has almost come to an end.

The newspapers and magazines that originally cooperated with him now dare not use his articles for fear of being targeted by Watt Company.

The live broadcast career also fell to a freezing point due to the loss of a large number of fans.

He stared at the ceiling aimlessly, then heard a knock on the door and the landlord's voice ringing outside.

"Dodge, I hear you!"

"I know you're home!"

"When will the rent and water bill be paid to me this month?"

Dodge picked up a wine bottle at his feet and slammed it on the door as his response.

The landlord cursed and said: "Give you three more days, or get out of here!"

Dodge shook his head, put down his hands, and touched something. He picked it up and saw that it was a credit card bill.

"Fucking metahumans."

"Damn my countrymen!"

Dodge suddenly jumped up: "Why don't you die."

After venting his anger, he walked to the window out of breath and opened it.

"Hi."

There was a greeting voice outside the window.

Dodge raised his head and saw a man wearing a blue and white battle uniform and a helmet waving to him on the rooftop of a house across the alley.

Suddenly he jumped over.

Dodge quickly stepped back, stepped on a can, and fell to the ground.

The next second.

A figure outside the window expanded instantly, and then the figure crashed into the window, fell to the floor among the glass fragments in the sky, did a somersault, shook off the glass fragments on his body, and stood up.

Dodge saw the other party's appearance clearly at this time and was stunned for a moment: "Are you Blue Eagle?"

"What are you doing here?"

Lan Ying glanced out the window and sighed: "Yes, this is not the community I am responsible for."

"do you know?"

"The neighborhood I'm responsible for sucks."

"There are black people everywhere. Those dirty black monkeys only smoke marijuana, rob, fuck women, and even fuck men every day."

"By the way, I hate them singing the most."

"That kind of life is just like a quagmire. I want to escape, you know?"

Blue Eagle pointed to the distance outside the window, where a spire could be vaguely seen bathed in the evening sunlight.

"Look at that."

"Tower of Seven."

"It's so bright and tall there."

"That's where I should be, not dealing with black-skinned monkeys all day."

"But it's not easy to get there."

"I'm older and not very strong."

"To enter the Tower of Seven, I need an invitation."

Blue Eagle turned around and looked at Dodger with a smile on his face.

Dodge's pupils dilated slightly: "Am I an invitation?"

"Who says it isn't?"

Blue Eagle walked towards Dodge: "A few days ago, you made a good show."

"I admire your courage. You actually dare to slander the people of the motherland. In fact, I don't like that guy flying around in the sky, but I don't dare to say it like you."

"No matter what, you have offended the people of the motherland terribly."

"So I thought if I took you to the Tower of Seven, you might be able to get an invitation to join the Seven."

He bent down, grabbed one of Dodge's feet, and dragged him toward the window.

Dodge yelled, "No, no, no, it's not that easy."

"I'm just a small character. Maybe the people of my motherland have forgotten me."

"So please don't hurt me."

Lan Ying said nonchalantly: "Shut up, or I'll rip your tongue off. It's your choice."

at this time.

The door of the apartment suddenly flew in and hit the blue eagle.

Lan Ying bent his arms to protect his head, and the wooden door hit him, creating a gap.

Blue Eagle stood there unharmed, tore the door open and looked out the door.

A cold figure stood there.

Nearly two meters tall, with a metallic luster all over its body, dark background and golden color scheme.

An armored man just appeared in Blue Eagle's eyes.

"What are you doing?" Lan Ying just had a question.

A red spot appeared on his face.

Then the red dot quickly slid down and slid across the blue eagle's body.

Dodge on the ground stared blankly at this scene.

Watching Blue Eagle's eyes roll with difficulty, his eyes were full of fear, and he followed the superhero's body to separate left and right.

Blood and guts gushed out and fell to the ground, covering Dodge.

It took a moment before Dodge screamed.

Suddenly his mouth was covered, and it turned out to be the man in iron armor.

The visor on the opponent's face rose, revealing a rough face and thick beard.

"Shut up, sissy."

"Unless you want to attract the police."

"But actually, the police will be here soon."

"These bitches have trackers stuck in their asses and when they die, the police will know."

The bearded man cursed, then stood up and looked at the two corpses lying on the ground.

"Hehe, the stomach of a superhero is also full of shit. It's no different."

Then he turned to look at Dodge: "So, could you please come over and help me?"

"I guess you have a suitcase at home?"

Moments later, two suitcases were filled with blue eagle carcasses cut into pieces.

Dodge huddled in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, watching the bearded man in armor block a sofa against the door.

He looked at the two blood-stained boxes again, and then said in a trembling voice: "Sir, please don't kill me."

"Coward."

The bearded man came over: "You were not so timid in the live broadcast room a few days ago. Where is the man who dared to smear the people of the motherland?"

"If I had known he wasn't here, I wouldn't have come here."

Dodger raised his head: "Aren't you a superhero?"

"Fart, if I were a superhero, you should be the one stuffed into the box right now!"

The bearded man took out a cigar from nowhere, cut it open, lit it, and took a puff.

"How about it, Mr. Dodge, do you still have the guts and courage to fight against superheroes?"

"But I want to remind you, even if you don't, your good days are over."

"After all, Lan Ying's body was cut into pieces in your rental apartment. This guy's cells are all over the floor. If you collect any evidence, you won't be able to tell."

Dodge shook his head: "But you killed him."

The bearded man smiled mischievously: "Do you think anyone will believe what you say?"

Dodge suddenly turned pale, and after a while, he said, "Who are you?"

"Getting acquainted."

The bearded man stretched out his bloody hand: "My name is Butcher."