Leon: Let Me Take a Look

Before leaving.

Nick Fury suddenly remembered something, pulled two photographs from his jacket, and handed them to Leon.

Leon took them and looked. Huh—one was a photo of the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem metal monument in the lobby of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, while the other was a high-definition close-up of the shield Leon had held during his speech that day.

"Why is your shield exactly the same as our S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem?"

Nick Fury asked.

"No, you've got the cause and effect backwards."

"The question should be, why is the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem exactly the same as my shield!"

A flash of golden light flickered in Leon's palm, and the two photographs instantly turned to ash.

At the sight of that.

Nick Fury's mouth twitched. Fine, he had asked for nothing, though he could probably guess that it had something to do with Howard Stark.

After all, the Stark brothers didn't know about it.

But how could Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., not know?

Howard Stark was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s founders. It was understandable that he would leave a few private perks behind for his son.

If Leon had known that was what Nick Fury was thinking, he probably would have laughed himself to death. That black egghead really knew how to fill in the blanks.

It was like having scholars defend his case for him.

With that matter settled.

Leon and Tony naturally became founding-level members of the Avengers Alliance.

From now on.

Wouldn't anyone joining the Avengers Alliance have to call Leon boss?

Man!

But after that.

There did not seem to be any major events in America for a while, and Leon returned to his old life of luxury and indulgence.

He only occasionally went out as Homelander to punish the wicked and aid the weak, keeping up his popularity and public support.

For that reason.

He had specifically opened a social media account and handed it over entirely to Arcee, who moonlighted as Homelander's ride and battlefield reporter.

At an abandoned apartment building serving as an ice production den, a fully armed official armored squad had set up positions outside, while Leon swaggered inside with Arcee in Partner Mode following behind him.

It was worth mentioning.

In order to openly stay by Leon's side without drawing too many strange looks from the public.

Arcee used the holographic projection technology built into her at the factory to disguise herself in Partner Mode as a human woman who looked almost one hundred percent real.

Since she had asked for Leon's opinion, naturally, as a seasoned pervert, Leon chose whatever pleased him most.

How did that old saying go again?

The 3D zone could not be without Tifa, just as the West could not be without Jerusalem.

That was right.

The person Leon had Arcee cosplay as—no, mimic—was Tifa.

Honestly.

Aside from being a different species and having a colder personality than Tifa, Arcee was truly ninety percent, perhaps even more, similar to her in every other way.

Mature, beautiful, resilient, brave.

Nearly every flattering word that could describe a woman could be found in both of them and strung together.

"Hey, gentlemen. You know me—I've always been irreconcilably opposed to gambling and drugs."

"Homelander?!" ×2

The two drug cooks weighing and packaging crystal powder visibly panicked the instant they saw Leon swagger in.

Once they snapped out of it, they immediately reached back for the pistols tucked in their waistbands.

But Leon raised his hand and fired two Palm Cannons, blasting their upper bodies directly into chunks of flesh. Only their scorched lower halves toppled backward in horror.

Bang! Bang!

Then.

Leon walked toward another room. The moment he entered, the prepared drug dealers opened fire on him with AKs.

However.

Under the drug dealers' despairing stares.

The dense rifle bullets, raining down like a storm, could not pierce Leon's defenses at all. The deformed rounds clattered onto the floor like pearls falling onto a jade plate, their sharp, grating sounds like the call of death itself.

"Aaaahhh!" ×N

From the perspective of the special operations officers outside, terrified screams of fleeing people echoed endlessly through the apartment building. Yet whenever golden light flashed from a room, the screams would uniformly weaken by a degree, making the scene terrifying to contemplate.

Very soon.

The world fell completely silent.

Unlike Starlight's glowing shockwaves, which had no real killing power, Leon's more concentrated Palm Cannons left no drug dealer able to withstand them.

"Whew~"

After effortlessly slaughtering every last drug dealer in the den, Leon wiped sweat that did not exist from his forehead and asked Arcee behind him, "Did you record it all?"

"Mm."

Arcee nodded. The pair of limpid eyes on her Tifa-like projected form emitted lasers, projecting footage of Leon utterly dominating the fight just now.

It had to be said.

The feeling of mowing them down like crops really was satisfying.

After roughly reviewing the footage from beginning to end, Leon instructed Arcee, "Same old routine. Edit out the highlights that show off my heroic might, then split them into two versions and upload them to my YouTube account."

"One will be an all-ages version with mosaics. Post that one directly."

"The other will be an uncensored adults-only version. Only adult accounts that have paid can watch it."

"Thirty for a monthly membership, one hundred ninety-eight for an annual premium membership, and nine hundred ninety-eight for a lifetime super premium membership with permanent access to all paid content."

"Fine."

"Whatever you say, boss."

Arcee replied with her hands on her hips and immediately began editing in midair.

Over ten seconds later, both versions had been posted. And thanks to being affiliated with Homelander's name, they passed review almost instantly.

Because of the built-in special effects, every one of Leon's Homelander vlog videos was practically comparable to a Hollywood R-rated special-effects blockbuster.

The celebrity effect of being a superhero, coupled with Arcee's flashy editing.

Quickly brought Leon's YouTube follower count past one hundred million, and it was still steadily growing.

When Leon and Arcee emerged from the abandoned apartment's entrance, the dozen or so anti-drug special operations officers waiting outside immediately came forward with worshipful looks.

"Homelander, Miss Tifa, thank you for your hard work."

"Hey, guys, don't mention it. I only did what I should have done. You, my friends, are the real heroes."

With that.

Leon skillfully wrapped an arm around Arcee's waist, and the two soared into the sky together, vanishing from the special operations officers' sight in an instant.

Having completed Homelander's daily mission and returned to Stark Tower, Leon stood with his hands behind his back before the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, quietly looking down at the pedestrians below, tiny as ants.

Off to one side.

Sharon Kate, Leon's personal secretary, was wearing a black-stockinged bodycon skirt today. Seeing Leon return and then stand there in silence, she seemed a little downcast.

So she asked with concern, "Mr. Leon, did something troubling happen?"

"Something troubling?"

Leon turned to look at Kate and, with a smack, said, "That isn't your concern. Have you finished all of today's work?"

"I-I have..."

Sharon Kate habitually smoothed the wrinkles in her bodycon skirt. Whenever she faced Leon, she always seemed somewhat nervous, her cheeks faintly flushed as she replied.

"So quickly?"

"Let me take a look."

As he spoke.

Leon pushed Sharon Kate over to the desk.

Facing the computer screen, Sharon Kate did not sit down. She merely bent slightly forward.

Then, with one hand resting on the edge of the desk, she skillfully clicked the mouse with the other. The left button made crisp clicking sounds as the cursor on the screen opened one classified Stark Industries document after another.

Then.

Sharon Kate began dutifully explaining everything to Leon, the hands-off boss...