"His election rivals did it? Surely they wouldn't stoop that low?"
"When have those guys ever had any standards? Didn't a few kids turn up claiming one of them was their dad just a few days ago?"
Netizens sneered and mocked, churning out one conspiracy theory after another.
The president's election rivals had been thrilled when they first heard he had been kidnapped. But once they heard people suspected them, they hurried to explain themselves. In short, everything was chaos.
Before long, a shocking photograph dominated Twitter's headlines—the president was hanging from the Empire State Building. Whenever the wind blew, the old man swayed in midair, nearly scared to death.
What the hell possessed me to run for President of America again?
The president cursed inwardly. There really was something wrong with this damned place, New York. He never intended to come back for the rest of his life.
Just then, an ability user used telekinesis to turn the camera toward Fake Hughie. Fake Hughie said, "My name is Hughie, and I hate all superheroes. I demand that the government immediately pass a law banning superheroes. Otherwise, I'll execute the president.
"Don't think I'm bluffing. I, Hughie Campbell, never bluff."
"Ban superheroes?"
Hearing that demand, the president sank into utter despair. He knew perfectly well that the government would never agree to it. This time, he really might be done for.
In the Boys' basement, everyone turned to look at Hughie. Hughie looked utterly bewildered. Since when did I have a twin brother with the exact same name?
The Boys had been trying to find a way into the Mental Hospital lately. However, five elite squads were stationed there, and aside from rummaging through their trash every day, they had made no progress.
"That's not me! Someone's impersonating me!"
Hughie