A certain man from the motherland

The familiar stars and stripes cape, the familiar blue and red jersey and image, there is probably no one in the world who cannot recognize the people of the motherland, and Béjart is even less likely to forget it.

"Oh, my son, what is your name?"

Seeing Ryan, the motherland people were surprised and happy. They ignored her at all, picked him up from the ground, looked into his eyes and asked eagerly.

As soon as he learned the whereabouts of Bejia's mother and son, he hurried over as quickly as possible.

"From now on, I will no longer be alone in this world. Although I have no parents, I have a son and the next generation."

He will have a close family member who will always love him and will never betray him.

Looking at their son, the joy and love of the motherland could not be greater in an instant.

"..."

But Ryan was frightened by the sudden appearance of the man and was speechless.

The smart motherland is very patient when dealing with his son, trying to keep his voice soft and think about it step by step.

"Do you know me?"

"People of the motherland."

Ryan replied in a daze.

"Very good, you actually..."

"Listen, you scared Ryan!"

Although she is afraid of people from her motherland who appear after eight years, when it comes to Ryan, as a mother, Jia can face anyone head-on.

She angrily pulled away the motherland man who suddenly appeared and wanted to continue, let Ryan play in the yard, and brought the motherland man into the house, wanting to warn him not to scare Lane.

But suddenly...

When they arrived at the house, the careless Chinese people's eyes were attracted by a photo in a frame, and they couldn't believe it and picked it up.

"Why is he here?!"

A familiar hateful figure.

In the photo, Ron stood with Becca and her son with a cold expression, a boy, a girl and a child, like a family of three.

Although the age difference between Ron and Bejia is a bit big, the people from the motherland who like the elderly aunt did not notice anything wrong and everything was so harmonious.

"who?"

Bejia frowned.

"Ron, of course Ron!"

Holding the photo frame, the motherland gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Ever since Ron appeared in his life, nothing had gone smoothly.

As a team member who joined by airborne, he ignored him as the captain. After showing his abilities, people all over the world were tired of comparing him with themselves.

During the battle on the desert island, I was extremely embarrassed and failed to injure him, and later Ron caught him.

Ron was driving him crazy.

"Ron?" She tried to ask with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, why is this son of a bitch here!"

The train of thought was a little distorted, thinking that there was a little more color on his head. The emotional motherland man raised his head and questioned Bejia loudly again.

He always thought that Ron was Walt's secret weapon to deal with his loss of control, and would even replace him if he disobeyed in the future.

But unexpectedly, Ron had already wanted to replace him.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bejia's face turned dark.

…

After a while, in the room.

"You said Ron is my son?"

"right."

"He and Ryan are twins? He is the eldest brother. He is eight years old this year?"

"right."

The people of the motherland were laughed out of anger. After eight years of absence, the woman in front of me was out of her mind.

"Bejia, do you think I will believe your lies?"

He pointed hard at Ron, who was a head taller than Bega in the photo frame.

"Show me the photo before you talk. Is this eight years old?"

"Yes, although you may not believe it, he was as tall as me when he was six years old, and he was already this tall when he was eight years old."

Bega replied expressionlessly, then tilted his head and sarcastically pretended to be confused.

"There are thousands of weird superhumans in this world, including monsters like you who are so shameless that they can't be hit by missiles. Why don't you believe that your weird son will be as tall as an adult at the age of eight?"

The expression of the motherland was stagnant.

Bega didn't look like he was lying, but was Ron really his son?

He couldn't believe that the person who patted his shoulder and threatened him not long ago, telling him to be obedient and treat him like a dog, was his son?

Still eight years old?

…

The door is closed.

Edgar, Watt's president, made a phone call with a rare and respectful tone, because the person on the other end of the phone was the real controller of Watt now.

"Sir, Ron is done with that, are we going to get him on the board."

"Follow your opinion, you don't have to ask me."

The low, mature voice on the other end of the phone had a lazy tone, and looked down from above, like a god talking to mortals below the clouds.

"Edgar, you have a smart brain and a calm heart. You can handle many things for me."

There were some sounds of waves and people playing on the other side, as if it was a sunny beach. The caller was leisurely playing around, enjoying lying on the lounge chair, taking a sip of wine, and talking slowly and casually.

"I feel relieved to leave Walter under your management. You don't have to ask me about many things, as long as you don't let me be short of money."

"Thank you sir for your trust."

Edgar was sincerely grateful, and then he remembered something and said seriously.

"Recently, the Watt family has been restless. They are communicating with each other. They seem to want to send people to join the Watt Seven Team..."

"After all, Walter is theirs, so it's normal that they are not willing to linger on the board of directors."

The person on the other end of the phone still didn't care at all, as if he had extremely strong confidence.

"But without Mr.'s father, there would be no Walter."

Edgar listened and smiled.

"He was very grateful to Walter for supporting his research, so he refused to let me change Walter's name before he died, and always kept people from the Walter family on the board of directors.

But tens of billions of equity, as long as I have enough money to spend, I don’t really care.”

"Sir, if their goal is to win over the people of the motherland or Ron..."

"Wogelbaum is indeed a genius who luckily created the people of the motherland, but he is still far from my father."

"The people of the motherland are just deformed children, with one leg long and one leg short.

He thinks he is a god, how ridiculous!

"In addition to having a powerful body, a true god should be able to be everywhere, understand every mortal's thoughts, and control everyone.

In this respect, he is no different from ordinary mortals."

"The same goes for that Ron."

"Yes, sir."

Edgar lowered his head and became more respectful.

Because when he said the next sentence, the voice not only rang on the phone, but also in his mind.

…

Three days later, the freshly baked Walter Honorary President's Office was released.

Behind the luxurious and low-key desk, Ron sat at the back with an expressionless face, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, thinking about things.

"The so-called honorary president only has the authority to command the vice president."

He was not happy at all, but rather disappointed.

Her power is greater than before. She can directly order Madeleine, and her theoretical status is no longer that of Edgar's.

But this isn't what he wants.

Walt's senior management and Edgar had no intention of letting him access Walt's deepest secrets.

Ability points: 246,000.

There are less than 100,000 points left to achieve the physique of the motherland.

"Two days have passed since the day of the crash. Maeve's emotions have almost fermented. It's time."

"Changing her destiny can make up for what is missing in the end."

A sneer appeared on his lips, and he slowly sat up, ready to find Maeve, who was tormented by guilt in his heart.

But suddenly the door was opened.

The man came wearing a blue uniform and a cape with the stars and stripes, and the people of the motherland walked in with mixed emotions.

"Ron, do you know..."

"Call me CEO."

Ron interrupted rudely with an expressionless face and pointed to the sign on his desk.