Wade rolled and crawled to hug him.
"Get out!"
Homelander kicked sideways in disgust.
"Bang!"
Wade flew out like a red ball and accurately hit an unlit trash can.
"Ah--! My ass is on fire! Oh--my poor brother!!"
At this moment, the media from all walks of life who learned that Homelander had returned frantically broke through the cordon in the distance.
"Come on!!"
Reporters from major media and anchors with mobile phones poured into Times Square.
Long guns and short cannons were instantly aimed at the heroes in the ruins.
Flash lights connected together, turning the night into day.
"Mr. Stark! What was that black monster just now?!"
"Captain! Captain! Look here! What do you think of this earth crisis?!"
"Deadpool! Can you put on your pants?!"
Facing the camera, the students who were originally paralyzed on the ground suddenly sat up in shock. In an instant, they straightened their waists one by one and assumed the coolest postures.
This is the most basic quality that Ashley teaches them as Vought heroes.
However, when the camera focused on Homelander, the scene instantly became quiet.
He stood there, spotless, with his cloak slightly fluttering, in sharp contrast to the embarrassment around him.
All microphones were directed toward him.
"Homelander! You destroyed the alien fighter plane! Killed the alien leader! You saved the world again!"
"What do you want to say about this crisis?"
"Wait a minute, I have something to say."
A steady voice interrupted the reporter's question.
Steve·Rogers slowly stood up under the gaze of everyone.
His body was covered with scars and his uniform was torn, but his leadership temperament was unparalleled.
He walked up to Homelander and stretched out his hand under the gaze of countless cameras.
"I want to thank you, Homelander."
Steve's voice was solemn and serious. Although there was some element of showmanship, he understood Homelander and regarded it as a reward for him.
"If it weren't for your plan, if you hadn't given these children the courage and confidence, we wouldn't have won today."
"You saved this city." Steve looked into Homelander's eyes, "You are a hero."
"Click--!!!"
This scene was frozen.
The spiritual leader of Avengers pays tribute to the leader of Vought International.
This is not just a handshake, it seems to be the handover of the times.
Homelander held Steve's hand, with a humble and touched look on his face.
"No, Captain."
He turned around and faced the heroic students who were looking at him.
"Look at that monster." Homelander pointed at the lump of meat, his voice low and powerful.
"That is an enemy that even gods cannot defeat. But you used your mortal bodies to dismantle him into parts."
"This is the Beast in your heart, the anger to protect your homeland."
"It's the courage to charge even though you know you will die!"
"You..." Homelander looked around at everyone, "... are the real heroes."
"Wow--!!!"
Thunderous applause.
The system notification sound flashed across the screen in Homelander's mind.
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points + 8000! (from Steve·Rogers)"
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points + 6000! (from Tony·Stark)"
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points + 5000! (from Pietro·Maximoff)"
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points + 5000! (from Angela Taylor)"
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points + 2000! (from Wade Wilson)"
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points..."
Homelander looked at the rows of jumping numbers on the panel, especially the last summarized row:
"Current Special Popularity Points:98500"
The excitement on his lips could no longer be suppressed.
"Dididu--Dididu--"
The ambulance siren finally sounded, a century late.
"Remember to arrange a private room for me! There must be a nurse! Beautiful nurse!"
"Don't touch my face! I want to be on TV!"
Amid the chaos and joking curses, these heroes who had just saved the earth, like a group of high school students after a fight, were loaded into the ambulance one after another.
Outside the atmosphere, an invisible spacecraft is quietly leaving
Dark Elf Mothership.
There was silence in the bridge, and the remaining few hundred Dark Elves stared blankly at the playback screen on the large holographic screen.
In the picture, their invincible leader Malekith was thrown into a volcano and turned into ashes, and their strongest warrior Algrim was beaten alive by a group of Midgardians into Oni-chan.
Faith collapsed.
Fear is spreading.
"We... are finished." An adjutant knelt on the ground in despair, "Aether is lost, His Majesty is dead... We are the last souls of Dark World."
"Who's finished?"
An elegant voice came from above the podium.
The elves suddenly raised their heads.
I saw a man wearing a dark green shirt and a golden horned helmet, sitting on the command seat that originally belonged to Malekith, playing with an exquisite dagger in his hand, with an unpredictable smile on his face.
"It's that Asgardians!"
"Kill him!"
Several Dark Elves are about to rush forward.
"Wait a minute." Loki raised his hand to stop, and these alien warriors stopped subconsciously.
"Kill me? Then what?"
Loki stood up and walked down the steps slowly, his eyes scanning every Dark Elves.
"Then wandering in the universe? Waiting for Asgard's army to hunt you down? Or... exile in this cold universe forever, with no fixed place to live?"
Dark Elves looked at each other.
"You have lost your leader and your direction." Loki's voice was full of confusion, "You are like a group of lost lambs."
"And I..."
Loki opens his arms and is impassioned.
"... I can give you a new direction."
"I can take you to a place beyond Asgard's control. We can rebuild our glory, and we can take revenge on those self-righteous gods."
"Think about it, although Malekith died, he left behind this ship and this army."
"All you need is a new... king."
Loki pointed to his temple and smiled like a devil.
"A mind that is smarter than Malekith and knows how to survive in this cruel universe."
"This ship..." Loki's hand stroked the cold console, "... there are so many things it can do."
Dark Elvess were silent.
This is a survival instinct.
A few seconds later, the first Dark Elves put down his weapon and knelt on one knee.
Then came the second one, the third one...
Until everyone kneels in front of Loki.
Loki looked at this scene, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.
"Very good."
He sat back on the command seat and looked at the deep starry sky.
"Set sail."