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Gwen was already in bed, ready to sleep, when she received the message.

‘I'm Yang Le from Mutant Island. Do not participate in the superhuman registration. Magneto and Hyperion may be plotting something. For various reasons, I can't contact the outside world often. Remember to tell the main body about this when you see him.’

After reading the message Yang Le sent her, Gwen felt that her previous decision was correct. If she had really followed Katie's plan, who knows what might have happened.

So now what to do is very clear: she and Katie need to hide and wait for Yang Le, defined as the main body, to appear.

Gwen didn't say anything about having the clone create another clone. She was very clear about the principle of Yang Le's clones, which was simply a bug in the Omnitrix.

And people in programming or other related professions know very well that if your work has a bug, but it can run, then don't touch it, because it's very likely that if you fix the bug, the program won't run.

For this reason, even if the clones had some minor problems, Yang Le didn't try to fix the bug into a program with his own limited skills. He left this to the more reliable Valeria.

These minor problems were also the reason why Gwen didn't let Yang Le create more clones. The existence of clones would put a burden on each other. Although the burden could be compensated with supplies, more clones meant more pressure.

So unless necessary, Yang Le would not create more than two clones. Two clones could replenish energy every 12 hours, but with one more clone, this time would be halved.

But possibly due to the Omnitrix's protection mechanism, Yang Le's tests showed that no matter how many clones were created, the energy replenishment interval would be stuck at one hour, but the transformation time of the clones would be limited and greatly shortened.

It seemed that the Omnitrix was bearing that part of the energy consumption.

Gwen knew about this because she was there as a recorder when Yang Le was testing, so she remembered the data very clearly.

Since big brother isn't here, we can't act ostentatiously. What did Yang Le say? Develop stealthily? Forget it, biding our time sounds better.

Firmly adhering to the principle of never showing her face as a street hero, Gwen decided to get a good night's sleep, because only with sufficient energy can she cope with the upcoming emergencies.

And so, time quickly came to the next day.

Although two days had passed since the superhuman registration, this matter was still a favorite of all circles. Superhumans related to this incident naturally had to pay attention to it, and there were also many people with ulterior motives who were very concerned about it.

Of course, there were also many people who simply wanted to watch the fun. There is never a shortage of people who don't mind a good show.

Unlike the bustling scene on the first day and the crowded scene on the second day, the entrance of the Supreme Squadron base on the third day was basically only those reporters or intelligence gathering departments who had already taken their positions.

This was not surprising, after all, with such a big scandal exposed, superhumans who had not yet registered would definitely have to weigh it. Everyone's life is important to them, and no one can afford to risk it.

It seemed that this superhuman registration would also end as a storm in a teacup farce.

As for the threats Hyperion made before? No one would really take them to heart. Could he really be an enemy of all the superhumans in the world?

If it were before, there would definitely be many people who would fall for the threat, but since recently, Hyperion, the world's "strongest" superhuman, has been exposed to have lost twice.

The strongest who has been defeated? Is he still the strongest? Obviously not anymore. Many superhumans have the idea that since someone can defeat Hyperion, why can't they?

Otherwise, why would an unknown little person jump out to challenge him at the recent presidential speech? It's because his position is unstable, and at this time, many jackals will emerge to take a bite.

It has always been the case since ancient times, whether it is people, organizations, or countries.

"It looks like there's no big news today." A reporter dropped his cigarette butt. "I said those old men in the newspaper office have no news sense. It's the third day, and the news has become old news."

Many people present probably had the same idea as him, feeling that they would spend a boring and wasteful day, but there was no way they could only wait here. Their work was like this, and they couldn't help it. If they went back early and were exposed, they would lose their jobs.

The reporter decided to buy himself a cup of coffee at the convenience store. He would go crazy just waiting like this, but just as he was about to leave, the door of the Supreme Squadron Building opened.

The transparent automatic door slid open to both sides, and Hyperion in a black uniform slowly floated out, the yellow cape fluttering behind him, giving people a strange feeling.

'I feel like this big guy is different from before.' The reporter frowned, but then he shrugged, feeling that he was thinking too much.

Picking up his recording equipment, he could only hope that this storm-stirring superhero would reveal some big news again, even if it was admitting defeat. Anyway, he wasn't a superhuman, and he didn't care about the lives of those people.

The important thing is big news, only with big news can he make money.

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Hyperion quickly flew into the public's view. Strangely, this time he didn't land, but chose to rise to a place out of everyone's reach.

"Since this morning, not a single superhuman has come to register." Hyperion didn't shout, but his voice was unusually loud, and everyone present could hear him clearly.

'That's too normal. Rumors have spread that even the government wants to clear its relationship. It would be a miracle if anyone dared to come.' The reporter muttered to himself.

In fact, not only the government, but even the military chose to clear their relationship at the first time, pushing all the responsibility onto a secret team. The military claimed that the team was Ross's private armed force, and they did all the dirty work. The military was previously unaware.

As for where this team is now? Of course, they were all wiped out when capturing the giants in the New York incident.

Oh right, the public was very dissatisfied with this statement. They also wanted the military to hand over the scientists involved in human experiments. The military said that the matter was still under investigation, but they would definitely give the public an explanation.

Today seems to be the day to give an explanation, but this news, which is obviously more eye-catching, has not fallen into the hands of the reporter.

It's because he offended his little leader.

"It's okay, Eddie, you've always been lucky." The reporter murmured softly. "I have a feeling that this news can turn Eddie Brock around!"