Nathan Hawke was intently listening as Translucent, who was undergoing superhero persona design, answered a set of analytical questions. This was a method for determining a superhero's image through questions and answers.
Outside the room was a team of analysts, listening carefully to Translucent's answers and constantly taking notes.
"Among a duckling, a gosling, a Little Chick, and a little fish, which one is different? Please explain why," the interviewer asked.
"Little Chick," Translucent answered without hesitation.
"Why do you think Little Chick is different from the others?" The interviewer's eyes widened in surprise.
"Because Little Chick can't swim." Translucent's answer left everyone present stunned.
The analysts outside abruptly stopped breathing when they heard that.
They now understood why Nathan Hawke had invited them here. The gentleman inside had a very "active" way of thinking.
After everyone else had left, Translucent happily ran out.
"Boss, hello!" he said to Nathan Hawke with a smile.
Looking at the grinning Translucent,
Nathan Hawke felt that this Translucent was completely different from the one he had seen in The Boys.
That being said,
if Translucent knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say,
Damn it, everyone in The Seven is a real piece of work. They all talk dirty and crude.
Especially that bastard Homelander. Whenever I see him, my legs go weak.
It's not like here. Nathan Hawke and Wesker both look like the kind of people you shouldn't mess with.
But at least they aren't like Homelander—moody and unpredictable. In front of him, your life isn't even your own.
So, after spending the past few days together, Translucent had gradually shed the anxiety of being in an unfamiliar place.
"Make the necessary preparations. Your hero name will still be Translucent. We'll also prepare a set of equipment for you to make your invisibility more complete."
The conversation ended.
Nathan Hawke entered an office with an enormous glass wall. Through it, he could see what was happening in the room opposite.
Wesker had already recruited some of Stark Industries' researchers, but some remained because of Obadiah Stane.
Obadiah Stane had promised them that he would settle the matter, and Stark Industries' high salaries were indeed tempting.
Nathan Hawke watched them sign the contracts from inside the room, secretly relieved. These people would become the researchers who invented weapons for superheroes.
Next, he headed to an underground laboratory of Umbrella Corporation, where they were researching viruses.
Nathan Hawke watched them busy themselves without interrupting, then walked straight toward the laboratory director.
"How's the research going?"
An elderly scientist wearing reading glasses did not look up at Nathan Hawke. Instead, he stared at the data displayed on the screen and shook his head.
"This virus possesses extremely high infectivity and lethality. It will severely disrupt and damage the genes within a species' body."
"And..." The scientist, already past sixty, looked deeply troubled. "These viruses are weapons."
Sure enough, a sharp gleam flashed through the scientist's eyes.
"If that's the case, I suggest..."
"Death row prisoners."
Seeing that Nathan Hawke did not react, the scientist continued, "Based on the results from implanting it into primates and other organisms, this virus will mutate some organisms into bioengineered monsters. At the same time, it possesses high infectivity and extreme danger."
As he spoke, he inexplicably thought of his other superior, Wesker.
"Ask Wesker. Let him make the decision," Nathan Hawke said after pondering for a moment.
"Alright."
The reverse-engineering work on the virus was progressing slowly, but everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
All they needed to do was wait for good news.
Back at Hawke Group,
Nathan Hawke listened to the intelligence Andrew had brought back.
"You saw a slightly balding man with Tony Stark's... would she count as his girlfriend? They were both in a hurry. Is it about to begin?"
Andrew, who had been assigned to monitor the situation, immediately flew back after seeing something similar to what Nathan Hawke had described.
"You weren't discovered, were you?"
"No. Don't worry," Andrew said, raising his brows.
Nathan Hawke merely pressed his hands beneath his chin and stared at him without blinking.
Andrew immediately caved. "Uh, alright. I almost got discovered." He hurriedly raised both hands in front of himself and added, "But, but... I wasn't discovered. Don't worry."
"Tonight will be your official superhero debut. I'm looking forward to your performance."
"Of course. Don't worry about it," Andrew promised Nathan Hawke.
"Then let's begin."
The team was already in position. Andrew changed into his outfit and set off first.
Nathan Hawke and Translucent also changed clothes, preparing to quietly watch this "Marvel" opening show from a certain location.
Everything unfolded exactly as it had in the script.
Bang!
The unfortunate yet arrogant Tony Stark was flung away, and the Iron Man Armor's full-face helmet fell to one side.
"Sir, armor integrity has fallen to 15 percent."
"Shit!"
Obadiah Stane, piloting Iron Monger, stepped forward and looked down at him from above.
To be honest, he had to admit that he truly loved this view.
Obadiah Stane sneered inside Iron Monger and controlled its arm to seize the immobile Iron Man Armor.
After lifting him up, he clasped both hands around Tony Stark's throat.
A tiny energy blast struck Iron Monger.
"Uh..." Tony Stark wore an expression of embarrassment and pain.
"Goodbye, Tony. My Stane Industries will inherit your legacy." Obadiah Stane could no longer suppress his joy and burst into laughter inside Iron Monger.
"So, am I late?"
A sudden voice rang out.
Obadiah Stane froze, then turned toward the source of the voice.
"Super V?"
Obadiah Stane frowned, swung his right hand holding Tony Stark aside, and aimed it at Andrew, who was playing the superhero Super V.
"Die, brat."
The six-barreled rotary machine gun on Iron Monger's right arm began firing.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Andrew dodged left and right, looking utterly carefree in the air.
With a burst of speed, he directly circled behind Obadiah Stane.
"Honestly, killing you would be pretty easy," Andrew muttered from the sky.
"But this is my debut battle. I need to look cool."
He raised a hand and sent a telekinetic blast into Iron Monger's left arm.
Crack!
Iron Monger's left arm bent and shattered, while Tony Stark was flung away and lay sprawled on the ground.
"Go!"
Andrew shouted as he unleashed Telekinesis: Shockwave at Iron Monger on the ground.
Bang!
Part of Iron Monger's surface armor was blown apart.
Rumble.
Wave after wave of pressure crashed down.
The ground suffered a violent impact, shattering like glass and revealing cracks. The cracks continued to spread, with rubble scattering around them like a long scar running across the ground. Heavy dust filled the air, making the entire environment appear exceptionally grim.
"Wow~"
Andrew raised his brows, though his entire face was covered by his mask, making his expression impossible to see.
Iron Monger raised its creaking right hand, and the six barrels tried to spin again.
Clack, clack, clack~
The jamming sounds came intermittently, and Iron Monger's right arm snapped off and crashed onto the ground.
Andrew appeared behind Iron Monger and pressed his right hand against its armor.
With a movement of his Psychic Power, an invisible ripple instantly erupted from his right hand and spread outward.
Obadiah Stane inside Iron Monger was directly knocked unconscious.
"Next, I drag him out, the media arrives, and tomorrow Super V will be the headline."
At the thought of becoming a superhero admired like a major celebrity, Andrew's lips could not help but curl upward.
He dragged Obadiah Stane out of the Iron Monger Armor.
At that moment, the reporters who had long been waiting emerged one after another, snapping pictures of Andrew amid flashing lights.
Andrew held the unconscious Obadiah Stane in one hand and greeted the media with the other.
"Hey, Super V, I remember you!" Tony Stark shouted from where he lay nearby.
Now that the media had arrived, he could not keep pretending to be dead. He was the protagonist, the protagonist!
"Wow, it's Tony Stark. But why is he here?" The reporters all stared over in surprise.
Coulson, watching the scene from afar, had a face as dark as thunder.
An angry roar came through the phone: "Didn't you seal off the area? Why are there still reporters here? Clear them out!"
Coulson hurriedly ran over. He did not want to be shipped off to Siberia.
"Make way, make way. Official business."
The arriving agents immediately began driving away the reporters.
"Oh, shit. This is why I hate them." One reporter looked at the agents with resentment in his eyes.
Coulson immediately came to Andrew's side.
Coulson pulled out his credentials and said, "Hey, Super V, let's get acquainted. I—" Before he could finish, Andrew flew directly into the clouds.
All that remained was the continuous sound of cameras clicking by Coulson's ear, telling him that Super V was real. He really could fly.
At the same time, Nathan Hawke sensed that the fluctuations from his villain summoning were growing stronger and stronger.
"Translucent, let's go."
"Oh, alright, boss." After taking one last look at the scene, Translucent turned and left.
They traveled in silence.
They headed to the park built by Hawke Group and arrived at the empty Combat Laboratory.
Translucent stood quietly behind Nathan Hawke, his eyes wide open, not daring to miss even the slightest detail.
He had already vaguely sensed what Nathan Hawke intended to do.
The light of a six-pointed star illuminated the space.
Serpentine arcs of electricity crackled and snapped.
"Where is this?" The newcomer was covered in white electrical sparks.
Energy-based? Nathan Hawke narrowed his eyes and studied the person before him.
"I'm Electro. Where's Spider-Man? Where is Spider-Man?" Perhaps sensing that Nathan Hawke was not someone to provoke, Max Dillon merely pointed at him and demanded an answer.
Then—
"Ah! My power?" Max Dillon discovered in terror that he was slowly changing back into his original form.
Hadn't he turned his body into energy?
How was this possible?!
Looking at the man's terrified cries of disbelief,
Nathan Hawke finally realized exactly whom he had summoned.
Electro from Ultimate Spider-Man, Max Dillon.
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