Father's sorrow system, I raise my countryman in Marvel

Without the Man of Steel and Heat Vision, what would John be?

A defective product.

A weak giant baby.

A hypocritical, arrogant, overbearing, pretentious, and self-righteous typical old American idiot.

"No, no, no!"

"My superpowers!"

At this moment, he was crying, but he was just panicking, in pain, and unwilling for the power.

Born and raised in a laboratory.

As soon as he appeared, he was the famous Vought Seven, the superhero Homelander.

To some extent, what John enjoyed in America can really be said to be the most luxurious.

Even if he came to DC and became a super villain.

He would not starve to death even if he was in prison.

The cattle and horses and workers of America may become homeless and become fragments of heroes.

But the criminals of America can live in a prison with the standard of a five-star hotel, eat hot pot and sing songs, and enjoy life.

So now, John still doesn't understand what he is facing.

He just cried, and cried until he was hungry.

When people are hungry, they have to eat.

John had no money.

He wore the star-spangled uniform of his motherland, walked on the street like a street child, and looked for police officers for help.

But——

This is America, this is Gotham City!

The police officers in the rich area will greet you with a smile, and ask if you need help.

But the rich area of ​​Gotham is almost all in Wayne's house.

Seeing John's miserable face.

The police officer ignored him at first, then got impatient and drew his gun directly.

"Biubiubiu!"

Who said that you can't do whatever you want without superpowers?

Gunmanship is also a law, and trajectory is also a way!

The bullet whizzed past.

John was terrified, and fell to the ground in a panic, urinating and pissing.

It was not until the evening that he opened his eyes and stood up tremblingly.

He was even hungrier.

He was at a loss.

John saw a few people walking into the supermarket, talking and laughing. They took whatever they liked and walked out without paying.

The cashiers at the supermarket seemed to have not seen them. Everyone was used to it and took it for granted.

"Zero-dollar purchase!"

John's eyes lit up. America is still good.

He happily followed them to shop, but was stopped by several shop assistants when he was about to leave.

"Excuse me."

The fattest and strongest shop assistant politely asked, "What kind of American are you?"

"Watt?" John was confused.

"Then let me ask specifically. First of all, are you a multi-sex human?" the shop assistant said.

"No." John shook his head.

Is he a genuine old white?

"Are you from the Environmental Protection Association, the Animal Protection Association..." the shop assistant asked again.

"No." John shook his head again.

"Then please pay." The clerk became tough.

"They didn't pay!" John was anxious and pointed at the people on the street.

"They have skin bonuses, but you don't." The clerk shrugged.

After that.

John pushed the shopping cart and ran away.

But he was soon caught up, the shopping cart and the goods were confiscated, and the clerk's fist as big as a sandbag hit him directly.

If it were in the past, John would either have hot eyes or ears pierced with double breasts.

He has ten thousand ways to kill these ordinary people.

But the past is the past.

Now he is the ordinary person he despises the most, despises the most, ignores the most, and has never really understood.

This punch made his nose crooked, and the blood from his nose flowed like noodles.

"Bang bang bang!"

Then came the second punch, the third punch, and the stick education.

The skin was torn and the head was bleeding.

John hugged himself like a baby and cried even louder.

"Plop!"

Finally, he was thrown out of the supermarket.

Poor John was cold and hungry. He sat down next to the trash can and curled up. There were squeaking mice around him, crawling over him.

It made him feel even colder.

"Match, match..."

John searched the trash can and lit a match to keep warm.

In a trance.

With the light and heat of the match, John seemed to see another self. He was only 8 years old and left the laboratory.

That man ran to him in the bloody storm, hugged him, and said to him, "Would you like to be my son?"

That man took him back to the farm, and they worked together, decorated their homes, and enjoyed the harvest together.

Sitting in the kitchen together, eating fragrant roast duck, watching TV programs with a smile.

"Okay, okay, Guan Dad, I want to be your son."

"Dad!"

John sat in the corner, his cheeks flushed, with a smile on his mouth, whispering so.

Then.

He grabbed a mouse and bit it fiercely.

He wanted to survive.

Superman, Batman, Flash...Barbatos...

All of them must die.

He must reach the top step by step. He cannot give up because he has seen the sun.

He must reach Guan Die.

Even if he dies.

He must die at Guan Die's feet.

...

"Cheers!"

"Azu, use your thermal vision to heat up the milk."

But in fact, on the farm, in the kitchen, Guan Fuyun, Azu, Wanda, and Godzilla are eating stewed meat.

The fat pork head is cut directly.

The thick oily sauce is mixed with various spices, and then thrown into the casserole and stewed for a day.

When it comes out of the pot.

The skin is burnt and soft, and the meat is rotten.

Each person takes a large piece in a bowl and pours the dipping sauce they like.

The taste is also absolutely amazing.

Of course.

Godzilla eats it directly from the pot.

"Today in chemistry class, the teacher blew himself up..."

Wanda shared a campus story, "There will be no class tomorrow, there will be a pet activity. Can I bring Godzilla to play?"

Guan Fuyun said: "Of course, it has slept all day on the vibranium mine today. It's not good to be such a lazy pig all the time."

Godzilla: "..."

It pretended not to understand and continued to eat and drink.

"The program is out... Oh, is the locomotive on the show today?"

A Zu was eating and drinking at the side, and said vaguely.

"Then I have to watch it."

Guan Fuyun turned his head and appreciated a commercial first, and then heard the "dirty" sound of the train.

He didn't see the people on the locomotive.

But he saw the locomotive moving bricks at a high speed, building buildings, and plowing fields.

Throughout the whole process, people were invisible and there were no lines.

But the popularity was high.

On the contrary.

On another channel of the company, the former Falcon Sam Wilson is now the Captain America.

The ratings are dismal.

Even if Sam keeps hanging out in his Stars and Stripes uniform and keeps shouting, "Can't a Luren be a superhero, can't he be the Captain America?"

No one pays attention.

This is not because of the different traffic given by his father's company, but because of his personal charm.

Who wouldn't like the locomotive's high-speed building and moving bricks?

New York is full of disasters.

What is most needed is superpowers, not pretenders.

"I heard that Black Panther also came to the company to apply, but was rejected?"

Guan Fuyun asked.

"That's true."

A Zu said: "If it was just T'Challa, it's not impossible to hire him."

"But he brought a group of people with him, each one is smarter than the other, especially the female general, who only has a sense of superiority in her mind."

"She even wanted to claim compensation from me and get back the vibranium."

"I was so amused that I forgot to kill her."

Guan Fuyun also laughed: "That's really funny."

Guan Fuyun asked again: "Where is the boiled egg?"

"Nick Fury? He's still in the sewer, I don't know what he's pretending to be."

A Zu said: "The company has already locked on to him, the photography team, the superhero team, and the media team are all in place, planning to build momentum and shoot a movie called "The Seven vs. Big Mom."

"Just don't know when Big Mom will come."

Guan Fuyun: "6."

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I'm back from a business trip today, and I'll resume three updates the day after tomorrow at the latest. Please urge me to update QAQ