VGD's heavy base door slowly opened.
Rumlow was overjoyed. "You guys know each other."
However, it was not Steve who walked out in handcuffs.
But a woman full of aura--Ashley.
Behind her were dozens of heavily armed Vought security personnel, as well as a dozen city heroes who had put on combat uniforms.
"Stop!" Rumlow pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her, "I don't want to hurt you, madam!"
"But don't act irrationally!"
"Are you Agent Rumlow?" Ashley sneered and raised the document in his hand.
"Are you trying to arrest Vought's S-class registered hero?"
"What?!" Rumlow was stunned.
"Steve·Rogers, is now Vought Global Defense and the S-class registered hero of the Hero Action Center!" Ashley announced loudly, "According to <Superhero Registration Act>, he enjoys special immunity while performing official duties."
"If you want to arrest him, please produce a special arrest warrant signed by President Ellis."
"We are the highest law enforcement agency authorized by S.H.I.E.L.D.!Security Council!" Rumlow roared with anger, "Our actions do not require White House's approval!!"
Of course he doesn't have the president's signature, and now the president doesn't even know how to sign.
"Oh, really?"
Ashley showed a sarcastic smile.
"Then you may have forgotten, this is the United States of United States."
"Here, we are protected by United States law."
"If you want to force your way in..." Ashley's eyes were sharp and he pointed at the group of students behind him whose eyes were glowing red, or whose bodies were covered with spikes, or who were even rubbing fireballs.
"... I think my heroes, based on 'qualified immunity,' would be happy to engage in a legitimate self-defense."
"You..." Rumlow was angry.
Rumlow stared at Ashley, his finger trembling on the trigger.
But he didn't dare to shoot.
This is Vought. Overhead, hundreds of drones are broadcasting live broadcasts.
If he fired, let alone whether he would be torn to pieces by the heroes wearing all kinds of tights on the spot.
Tomorrow S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely be demolished by the raging and angry people.
"... Retreat! This matter is not over!"
Rumlow gritted his teeth and issued the order.
There were bursts of cheers and jeers from behind.
The convoy turned around and left in the direction it came from.
However, when the first armored vehicle drove to the fence gate of the perimeter separation wall, the railing did not lift.
A strong old man in a suit with a cigar in his mouth walked out slowly and knocked on the car window.
"What are you doing?!" Rumlow rolled down the window and shouted.
"Parking fee." The old man pointed to the sign next to him.
"What?!" Rumlow thought he heard wrongly.
"Non-internal vehicles and visitors without reservations are required to pay land resource occupation fees when entering the controlled area." The old man pointed to a line of small words on the sign with an expressionless face.
Rumlow Look over.
[Temporary parking: USD 500/minute.]
"Are you crazy?!" Rumlow roared, "I'm here to enforce the law! I'm S.H.I.E.L.D.!!"
"S.H.I.E.L.D. also has to pay." The old man calmly took out the timer, "You guys stayed for 45 minutes in total. Each car is worth 22,500 US dollars. Pay by card or cash?"
"I..."
Rumlow was so angry that he almost pulled off the steering wheel.
"If you don't hand it over..." The old man pointed forward, "There are three explosion-proof roadblocks and ground spikes ahead. I hope you can move smoothly..."
"Give me money!!" Rumlow shouted at the agent in the co-pilot.
"Sir... my credit card limit is not enough..."
"Then come on!! Everyone, take out your wallets!!"
Five minutes later.
After all the agents emptied their pockets, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s majestic motorcade finally drove away from the Vought base in silence.
South Africa, Johannesburg.
The sun is blazing in the sky.
A raid against a terrorist organization has just begun.
Homelander was suspended in mid-air, and he had just used Heat Vision to cut open an armored vehicle that was trying to escape.
"Ding!"
A pleasant system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.
"System prompt: Captain America Steve·Rogers detected, officially registered to join Vought Hero Team! Become a contracted hero under the name of the host!"
"Reward Special Popularity Points:+50000!"
"Reward special physical enhancement: American Bubble Butt!"
"Additional effect: When you turn your back to the audience, your charm value will increase by 50%, and the morale of your allies will increase by 30%."
Homelander was stunned.
He was suspended in the air, his whole body stiff.
Let the bullet hit his chest, making a clanging sound, but he didn't react.
"What the hell?!"
He complained crazily in his mind.
"American Bubble Butt?! System, are you sick?! I've been working so hard to win over Captain America, why don't you just give me this?!"
"Even if you give me a leadership halo!"
"What's wrong with giving me a butt?!"
However, the system ignored his roar.
A strange heat instantly surged to his... lower back.
It felt like there were two invisible big hands carefully sculpting and charging his gluteus maximus muscles.
Numb, firm, and full of elasticity.
"Hiss..."
Homelander couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and straighten his body unconsciously.
Just then.
"Anthony?!"
Jessica·Jones flew over from the flank.
She had just smashed a terrorist holding a Rocket tube with one punch, but when she turned around, she saw Homelander hanging motionless in the air like a target, allowing bullets to hit her.
"What's wrong with you?! Are you hurt?!"
Jessica was startled, thinking he had been hit by some new type of weapon, and hurriedly flew to his side.
"Hey! Talk!"
She walked around behind Homelander, wanting to check if there were any wounds on his back.
However.
The moment she lifted up her cloak.
Her eyes... frozen.
That blue tight-fitting uniform wrapped that part perfectly.
That arc.
That tightness.
Jessica's breathing stopped for half a beat.
She thinks she has read countless men on YouTube.
But this one...
This is simply a work of art!
"This bastard..." Jessica's eyes went straight, "... when did you practice? This is too... too..."
Somehow.
"Crack."
Jessica's hand firmly grasped the "American Bubble Butt".
Feel...
Q elasticity. Firmness. Warmth.
Jessica's brain short-circuited at that moment.
She subconsciously... pinched it.
Homelander:"?!!"
He turned around suddenly and looked at Jessica behind him in shock.
Jessica's hand was still on his buttocks, maintaining the awkward grasping position.
Their eyes met in the air.
The air solidified.
The surrounding gunshots, explosions, and screams seemed to have disappeared.
Only embarrassment lingered in the air.
"That..."
Jessica's normally cool and pretty face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching the roots of her ears, and even her neck.
She stammered in explanation:
"I... I just... that was... a tactical move! Yes! I was checking if your uniform is damaged!"