With Homelander roaring wildly like a beast, all the "The Seven" members in the conference room were so frightened that they shrank in their chairs, not even daring to breathe.
At the same time.
New York City center, in a high-end large flat apartment with high concealment.
This is the "temporary combat base" that Batman bought in full after he came to this world.
At this time, the spacious living room was crowded with the "True Super Seven" whose style of painting was completely different from the same channel.
"Boom--"
A slight sound of air flow came from the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment. Clark·Kent, wearing a black battle suit, landed smoothly on the balcony, opened the sliding door and walked in.
"I'm back, Mr. Bruce, Mr. Lin Xiao." Clark scratched his head, with a simple smile on his angular face, "The runaway train has stopped, and there are no casualties."
"Well done, Clark."
Lin Xiao, who was slumped on the leather sofa and drinking ice Karaku, gave Superman a thumbs up. "With your high-profile debut, I guess the high-imitation giant baby in Vought Tower is so angry that he is smashing the table now."
And on the other side of the living room.
Kaguya Houraisan, wearing a gorgeous kimono, is sitting cross-legged in front of an oversized LCD TV skillfully, holding a game controller that he didn't know where he came from, and frantically pressing buttons on the racing game on the screen.
"Hahaha! The game engine in this world is very good!" Kaguya turned his head while playing the game and laughed in an imageless way, "Clark, remember to pose in a more neutral pose next time, so you can attract fans faster!"
"Ah? Do you still want to pose..." The honest farm boy was speechless for a moment.
"Kaguya, don't teach bad people." Lin Xiao rolled her eyes angrily.
In the open kitchen nearby, Emiya Shirou was skillfully cutting vegetables on the chopping board and shouted without looking back, "Everyone, dinner is only ten minutes away. Let's just have some pasta today."
"Oh! Shirou's cooking is super delicious! Let me help you!" Naruto rubbed his hands excitedly and ran into the kitchen.
Look at these outrageous teammates who have turned their secret base into a "shared house".
Starlight, who had been sitting reservedly at the dining table, swallowed nervously.
She looked at Batman who was sitting in front of the computer and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Bruce... what are we going to do next?"
Bruce stood up and called up the real-time police map of New York City on the holographic Projection device:
"Vought superheroes will only appear in front of disasters with cameras and high commercial value.
The ordinary robberies, car accidents, and even "accidents" caused by Metahuman that happen every day on the streets have no profit at all in their eyes."
"What we have to do is fill these gaps."
Bruce looked at the crowd. "There is no need to stage a photo or publicity. Just use the method you are most accustomed to to help ordinary people in need. True faith is built up bit by bit from the bottom of the soil."
"Understood!"
Naruto poked his head half out of the kitchen and grinned excitedly. "I'm here at Konoha Tenten to help people find pets and catch thieves! You're right to leave this kind of thing to me!"
Lin Xiao stretched out and stood up from the sofa. "Okay, let's follow Bruce's plan. Everyone will disperse after dinner and move around freely. If you encounter any trouble, feel free to leave."
New York City, a certain bustling commercial street.
Hughie, a salesperson from an electrical appliance store who is thin and looks ordinary, is holding the hand of his girlfriend Robin with a happy face.
The two were excitedly discussing where to go for dinner in the evening and even planning their famous future cohabitation life.
"Robin, I swear, I will work hard and buy you a big house." Hughie smiled shyly.
"I know you can do it, Hughie." Robin stood on the edge of the road, looking at her boyfriend tenderly.
At the end of the street, a blue afterimage was running towards me at a terrifying speed that exceeded the speed of sound!
That's the speedster in the Seven - "A-Train"!
At that terrifying speed, as long as an ordinary person's body is slightly rubbed, it will instantly explode into a pool of bloody mud!
And Robin happened to be standing directly in front of the path where he lost control!
"Bang."
A tall and burly figure seemed to appear out of thin air, accurately blocking in front of Robin.
The next second.
"Boom--Crack!!!!"
A dull, heart-wrenching, horrifying sound of bone cracking exploded on the street!
A-Train, who was running at supersonic speed, didn't even have time to react. He was like a ridiculous flying insect, slamming into a wall made of solid titanium alloy!
The terrifying reaction force exploded instantly!
A-Train's super-powerful body, which he was proud of, was knocked upside down the moment it hit the man!
He let out a shrill scream in mid-air, and the entire bone of his right arm was broken into several pieces. Finally, he rolled on the road more than ten times in a row and collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.
"Ah!!!"
Only then did Robin react and fell to the ground in fright.
Clark·Kent calmly patted a trace of dust on his shirt, turned his head, and faced Robin who fell on the ground and Hughie who had a dull face, showing a simple smile as warm as the sun.
"Are you okay? Be careful when crossing the road."
Clark reached out his hand in an extremely gentlemanly manner and pulled Robin up from the ground.
Hughie looked at the strange man in front of him, his mind went blank, "Thank you... thank you! Sir! How did you just..."
"As long as it's okay."
Clark didn't explain much. He turned his head and glanced indifferently at A-Train who was wailing on the ground in the distance. Although disgust flashed in his eyes, he still used his biological stance to protect him just now, otherwise the opponent would be turned into minced meat now.
After that, he turned around quietly and quickly disappeared into the sea of onlookers.
Scenes like this happened frequently on this day.
On a viaduct in Brooklyn, a school bus had its tires slipping, with most of its body hanging in the air and ready to fall down at any time.
A red-haired boy wearing a school uniform passed by and calmly pressed his palms against the car body. The originally heavy steel bus was easily pushed back to safety with one hand.
Queens, several arrogant armed robbers are robbing a convenience store.
Before they could shoot, a young man with a golden glow suddenly rushed down from the ceiling. In just three seconds, he tied the robbers with ropes into standard rice dumplings.
There was no flash, no media following, not even a name.
These ordinary rescues, which in Vought's eyes have "no commercial value", were actually recorded by countless ordinary people present with mobile phone lenses.