A certain man from the motherland

Madeleine was horrified for a moment.

Being stared at by those eyes that gathered terrifying energy, it was like facing a ruthless and terrifying monster. There was a sense of suffocation, and every cell in the body was reminded of the extreme danger.

"calm down."

Her body was frightened and she retreated, waving her hands, forcing out an ugly smile, and changing the subject with a trembling voice.

"It seems I don't have to ask you how you left that place."

The familiar scene immediately reminded her of the people of her motherland who would turn on their laser eyes and kill someone if they disagreed with each other, but the people of her motherland had never shown such a terrifying look to her.

Now she has experienced that feeling and understands the fear others have towards the people of the motherland.

It's just that the company had checked his cells when he was born. He was just an ordinary person, and his lifespan was shortened. The vitality of his cells was extremely weak and he died soon after leaving the body. He was considered by the company to be a failure who had not inherited the abilities of the people of the motherland.

Why is it there now?

"You seem to hate and resist the people of your motherland?"

Seeing that he turned off his laser eyes and sat farther away, Madeline swallowed her saliva and asked tentatively.

She wanted to know if the young man in front of her knew her identity.

"Superheroes seem to be very popular outside.

I want to join the Super Seven."

Ignoring her question, Ron stood up and straightened his clothes, as if he wanted to be a superhero, and said coldly.

"Super Seven? If only the world knew we hired an eight-year-old to do dangerous superhero work.

The company is just afraid that it will be in big trouble."

Madeleine told a joke and laughed twice, trying to politely refuse.

She didn't want Ron to meet anyone from his motherland.

If the cruel and man-eating lion knew that he had deceived and concealed something very important to him from the people of his motherland, he would not be so friendly to her as a trainer.

Stab!

"This is not a request."

Cyclops instantly cut open the heavy desk not far from the two of them, and things were scattered on the floor. He looked at Madeline with bright scarlet eyes.

Grabbing her collar, the huge force easily pulled her up from the sofa like a light doll, and pulled her in front of her eyes. Her voice was like the cold wind blowing from the Antarctic, slowly 'reminding' her.

"I still have something in common with the people of my motherland.

I am never afraid to use my own strength to achieve my goals.

Even if some people have to die for this!"

"Okay, okay, you can join the group of seven!"

Their eyes met, very close at hand, scarlet filled the field of vision, a strong threat of death, Madeline was so frightened that she could hardly breathe, and she quickly nodded in compromise.

Seeing Ron's tough, easy-going and unpredictable character, she immediately understood that she must first stabilize Ron, regardless of other things.

Otherwise, no one knows what he will do.

"Damn it, another native of the motherland.

And he is a younger man who has no idea and is even more terrifying!"

She thought in panic, it was really terrible, there was another large unstable bomb on the earth.

"I can immediately find some reasons to kick out the star who just joined the Super Seven."

"No, that Starlight, let her stay."

Walking to the window, Ron looked out at the bustling night scene, overlooking the tall buildings below, and said.

"The others find someone else to kick out."

Starlight is the heroine in the story, and without her things would be a lot less fun.

"The other people? The members of the Super Seven, each one is a carefully considered decision made by the company's executives after discussion and discussion."

Walking to his side, Madeleine tried to speak softly and persuaded carefully.

"Who do you want to kick out?"

"That green clown."

He looked outside, expressionless, and mocked.

"Your supervisor at Walter added him because his ability is that he can talk to fish and perform a marine show at the company's annual meeting?

Or do some people like to eat his deep-sea caviar?”

The Super Seven's target is DC's Justice League. Aquaman's presence and role in the Justice League are already low enough.

Deep Sea, an ultra-low-end version of Aquaman, is even more useless.

The most brilliant moment is when he comes out with a lot of power and unspoken star power, and the rest of the time he is just like a clown.

"Deep Sea? He is very popular among environmentalists, especially marine environmentalists. There are almost no other heroes who can replace him in this regard."

Everyone knows how weak the deep sea is.

But the popularity of Vought Corporation comes first, regardless of whether the ability is strong or not. There are no super criminals in this world, and being a superhero does not require strong abilities.

"In the eyes of environmentalists, the series of peripherals produced by your company are not garbage that pollutes the environment. Who would buy them?"

Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if she were a fool.

The main business of Walter Company is, in addition to the rental fees for heroes to assist in security in various cities, the most important thing is to sell various superhero peripherals.

For a commercial company, isn’t popularity just for cash?

What's the use of popularity that can't be monetized?

"??"

With a strange expression, Madeleine seemed to have discovered a blind spot and fell into deep thought.

Deep Sea's peripherals have been selling well. Is it because he is a member of the Super Seven team promoted by Walt, or because he is very popular among environmentalists?

…

Everything that happened today was as beautiful as a dream to Starlight.

From participating in the audition, to being selected, and participating in the press conference to join the Super Seven, and now she is led to the Seven's combat command room by one of her childhood idols, Deep Sea.

The door slowly opened, revealing a solemn hall with temple-like pillars and domes, and screens displaying various high-tech data hung on one wall.

Emphasis is placed on both the sense of epic and the sense of technology.

"Wow."

Stepping into the dream palace that was open to her, her eyes were shining, and Starlight couldn't help but sigh excitedly.

Stepping here means officially becoming a member of the Super Seven.

"Awesome, right?"

"Look at this. We have two satellites in low-Earth orbit that can clearly read the license plate number of the escaping vehicle from thousands of miles above the sky."

Deep Sea, who had just joined the Super Seven as a veteran player and joined Starlight, was mature and confident, looking like a leader of the team. He put his hands behind his back and introduced the data on the screen beside him to Starlight.

"No crime can escape these two eyes. They have always been our right-hand assistant in fighting crime."

"Oh, this place is really..."

Xingguang was a little cautious and cautiously said that she used to use a police surveillance camera that she bought online for more than one hundred dollars to fight crime. Compared with this place, it was nothing.

"Yes, you don't have to use that again."

Shen Hai shook his head and smiled softly.

"By the way, there is also a restaurant. You must take a look at the restaurant specially equipped for us later. They are all invited chefs. Maybe I can recommend some of my favorite delicacies to you..."

"There, that seat is his, right?"

Halfway through the words, Xingguang interrupted slightly excitedly and pointed out his fingers carefully.

Under the dome, an inverted V-shaped conference table looks like a pair of angel wings with sharp lines.

There is only one chair in the center of the V, and other seats are arranged on both sides, as if they are all subordinates of the person sitting on that chair.

"Uh...yes."

"I bet when you were a child, your home must have been filled with posters of people from the motherland."

Who else could be sitting there? Of course they were from the motherland. When he mentioned the people from the motherland, a trace of unnaturalness and fear flashed across Shenhai's face, and he forced a smile.

"No, actually, people from the motherland feel like Jesus. He is too sacred and makes people feel unattainable."

Walking to the end of the room, I looked at the night scene outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass window. The starlight looked like a nervous little girl who had just entered college, and said to herself.

"Actually, when I was little, I had a poster of you in my room."