The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"So tall and big."

A reporter couldn't help but exclaim. The height of the black man was indeed a bit exaggerated. Even among NBA players, he would probably be among the top. In addition to the wide clothes that couldn't hide his muscles, he looked like a human-sized tank.

"Ouch." The reporter cried out in pain as he fell to the ground. The tall black man was too large, and he couldn't dodge in time, so he was knocked to the ground by the other party's huge force.

"Who are you?" Hyperion frowned, looking at the black man who had spoken rudely.

"Get it straight, I asked the question first." The black man was very arrogant. Not only did he not answer Hyperion's question, but he even pointed fingers at him.

"You answer my question first. Who gave you this right? This country?"

"No, no, no!"

Before Hyperion could reply, the president, who had just lost face, jumped out again. Although he still didn't dare to approach Hyperion, it didn't stop him from expressing his opinion with a spare microphone from a distance.

"Please trust the government, trust the country. We will not give this dangerous power to any one person!"

To take other people's lives at will? Even if it was a superhuman with a bad reputation, no one really dared to jump out and applaud this kind of behavior. It was too inhumane.

The president himself did not dare to take this responsibility. If something went wrong, resigning would be a good outcome. He couldn't afford to be liquidated afterward.

The black man nodded, very satisfied with the president's light-speed cut, and then looked at Hyperion triumphantly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

See, what you said is just bullshit. Not only is there no relevant legal support for you, but even the president won't endorse you. What strongest superhero? It's just the strongest super clown.

Who would have thought that Hyperion, who was being watched by him, didn't have any ashamed expression. He still had that calm expression of no joy or sorrow, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Some high-quality reporters had already smelled the scent of big news.

"What's your name?"

It was still the same question, and the tone didn't change, but at this time, a trace of fear rose in the black man's heart. He didn't understand why, obviously everything was the same as before.

"I am Rampage!" The black man loudly uttered a code name. He tried hard as if he was cheering himself up.

'Calm down, Elvin, today is the day you become a superhero. You are going to become a high-profile black superstar.'

Rampage cheered himself up in his heart, while putting on a fierce look on his face, looking nothing like a superhero, but more like a street gangster.

"Okay, Rampage?" Hyperion shrugged indifferently, obviously he didn't take the black man in front of him seriously. "Who told you that I need the support of the law or the president?"

Rampage was slightly stunned and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm just notifying you!" Hyperion suddenly raised his voice, and the loud voice startled many people, making them shiver. "I don't need anything to endorse me, neither living nor dead things."

"Who gave me the right? It's myself!"

Hyperion spread his hands and said loudly, "With great power comes great responsibility. It is my own power that gave me this right!"

After speaking, Hyperion ignored the commotion of the crowd and turned to fly away. The yellow cape behind him moved with the wind, knocking down many of the decorative flowers on the podium.

"This is dictatorship!" Rampage was now like his code name. He shouted and rushed to the stage, wanting to argue with Hyperion for a result.

Rampage's speed was surprisingly fast, like a black phantom, rushing to the stage in the blink of an eye, reaching out and grabbing Hyperion, who was facing away from him. What shocked everyone present was that Rampage was not cleanly captured by Hyperion, but instead began to wrestle with him.

"Sure enough, you are also a superhuman." Hyperion showed an expression of 'as expected'. Rampage, who was caught by him, laughed instead.

"Humph! I am not only a superhuman, but also a superhero who is going to stop your dictatorship!"

"Stop me? Superhero?"

Hyperion seemed to have heard a funny joke, and his expression finally changed, but the corners of his mouth raised were the best mockery of Rampage.

"You!"

Rampage glared angrily, just about to break free from Hyperion's restraints and show the guy who looked down on him some color, but suddenly found that he couldn't move.

"You dare to stand out with this little strength."

Seeing that Rampage was helpless, Hyperion knew that the other party's strength was only this much. Having changed his mentality, he no longer gently stunned his opponent as before, but increased his strength and twisted Rampage's hands to both sides.

"Ahhhhh!"

With his hands being twisted into unnatural angles little by little, Rampage, who couldn't break free, could only scream, until a crisp sound of bone cracking sounded.

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Hyperion released his hands, and Rampage's two arms drooped unnaturally. Before the latter could painfully fall to the ground, Hyperion kicked him to the ground.

"Given that you don't have any major faults, I won't kill you." Hyperion stepped on Rampage and looked down at him. "Go to the High School Squad base to register tomorrow. If I don't see you, I will find you and break your legs too."

After speaking, Hyperion ignored the loser under his feet and instead looked at the camera for the live broadcast.

"The same goes for other superhumans. From tomorrow onwards, the High School Squad base in Washington will be used as a registration point for superhumans. All superhumans must be registered. If anyone does not register and hides their identity, it is equivalent to violating the law."

"Superhuman law, my law!"

After saying all this, Hyperion no longer lingered and flew away, leaving only the commotion of the crowd and Rampage, who was lying on the stage, not knowing whether he was unconscious or pretending to be dead.

"Beep!"

Gwen turned off the TV with a complicated expression. She had originally planned to let Katie watch a TV program to relax, but she didn't expect to see such a terrifying thing.

The rock girl looked at her best friend beside her. As expected, the latter not only did not show happy emotions at this time, but became even more afraid, and was tiptoeing towards her side.

"Gwen!" Katie hugged her sense of security with a sad face and said with a crying voice.

"We won't have to go to that place to register, will we? No! I'm so afraid that big guy will beat me up and break my hands too!"

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry." Gwen comforted Katie in her arms like smoothing fur. "Don't worry, no one knows we have superpowers. It's too troublesome to check one by one. This is almost impossible."

"But, what if they have ways to find superhumans?" Katie looked at Gwen with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay." Gwen looked disdainful. "I will protect you then."