"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the new era - Vought!"
The huge stage slowly cracked open, dry ice spewed out, and there were even a few accompanying drones scattering gold powder.
This is the official debut of the Seven.
"First, let us welcome--"
"He's as fast as a silver lightning bolt! A speedster from Eastern Europe!"
"--Quicksilver!!"
A ray of silver light instantly circled the venue three times, and the wind pressure it brought overturned the skirts of all the girls in the front row.
Pietro·Maximoff stopped in the center of the stage, which was the absolute C position.
He put on a new battle suit designed by Vought, which was made of silver-gray streamlined material with an abstract lightning logo on the chest. His hair was styled in a handsome style, and a pair of stylish goggles were worn on his forehead.
"Huh--" Pietro whistled to the camera with frivolous eyes.
In fact, when they were setting their makeup backstage, he and Homelander fought for a full ten minutes over the name Quicksilver.
"Bullethead? Are you serious?" Pietro waved his hands at Homelander's back, "This sounds like a condom brand, and bullets can't even catch up with my shadow!"
"No! I don't want to be called Bullethead! I want to be called...Quicksilver. My name is Quicksilver, listen, it's Quicksilver!"
"Quicksilver?" Homelander raised his eyebrows, "Sounds like an outdated surf brand."
"Silver is my main color." Pietro insisted, "Either I call myself Quicksilver, or I run naked on stage. Anyway, I run fast and no one can see my bird clearly."
"..." Homelander stared at him for three seconds, and finally sneered, "It's up to you, as long as you don't call 'Quickdraw', it will be a blow to your female fan market. Finally, I would like to advise you... it's best to stay away from Wade."
Now, Pietro was standing on the stage, listening to the tsunami-like roar of "Quicksilver! Quicksilver!", and he felt that the blood all over his body was burning.
He looked at the thousands of lights under the stage, the waving glow sticks, and the light signs with his name on them.
"Maybe..." Pietro thought to himself, "...Baron Strucker's mission is not that urgent. This place is pretty good."
Immediately afterwards, the host continued to announce the curtain.
"She is the embodiment of fire, she is the star in the dark night! She brought the fire Prometheus to mankind and used it superbly. She is - Crimson Lady Angela!!"
Angela rose from the lift, surrounded by gorgeous flames, and her fiery red leather jacket shone in the firelight. She blew a kiss to the camera, and a ball of flame exploded into a heart shape in the air.
Then came Speedball Robbie, who jumped out wearing the special elastic ball armor. Although his movements were funny, his honest smile was very endearing.
Then there was Invisible Man, who was invisible under the lights. Although everyone could only see a microphone floating in the air, the audience still cheered in a dignified manner.
"Hello everyone, I am Shabi... Although you can't see me, I have been watching you... Uh, does this sound a bit like a pervert?"
"Shut up, Shabi." Homelander kept smiling and squeezed out these words from between his teeth, "You also stay away from Wade!"
Everything was perfect until...
Wade Wilson, who was wearing a red and black tights, was riding a pink Hello Kitty children's tricycle, pedaling extremely slowly and laboriously from the side of the stage.
The whole audience was stunned for a second.
Then the whole room burst into laughter.
"Hi! Hello everyone! I am Deadpool!" Wade said hello to the camera while riding a tricycle. "I chose this name myself! It means that I may die, but I will die on the way to serve you! Isn't it romantic? Although I want to be called 'Wolverine cousin', the copyright fee for that name is too expensive!"
He rode to the center of the stage, took out a handful of Skittles from his crotch, and sprinkled them into the audience like flowers.
"Eat! Sweethearts! This is the love given to you by Uncle Deadpool!"
Ashley covered his face in the background. "Oh my God... why should I sign him..."
The finale is naturally the king and queen.
Homelander held Jessica's hand and fell from the sky.
The cold expression on Jessica's face became a perfect complement to Homelander's sun-like smile.
"Homelander!!"
"Jewel!!"
At this moment, the puzzle of the Seven is finally complete.
New York State North.
The original reality show training center has completed the renovation project.
A brand new signboard was erected at the entrance.
Vought Global Defense and Hero Operations Center (Vought Global Defense&Hero Operations)
VGD for short
This will be the largest superhero dispatching hub in the United States and even the world.
This isn't just a department, it's a signal.
It marks that the heroes of Vought are ready to intervene in the global security system.
The moment the nameplate was hung up, the system prompt sounded again.
"It has been detected that the host force has officially materialized and grown in scale!"
"Popularity Supergroup Module is officially open!"
"Rule description:"
"1. Tribute mechanism: For all officially registered heroes in the bound organization (VGD) under your name, 10% of the personal Popularity Points they receive will be automatically extracted and handed over to the host."
"2. Joint liability: If the member Popularity Points drops to a negative number, or the member dies, the system will deduct 30% of the member's historical cumulative popularity from the host's current Popularity Points at one time as a penalty."
Homelander paused slightly while holding the champagne.
"It's all extra anyway, so it's not a loss. However, you still have to watch these bastards more closely in the future."
The next day.
In the huge command hall, hundreds of operators are busy, and the real-time police information of various cities flashes on the holographic map.
Homelander stood behind the glass curtain wall on the second floor, holding a glass of milk in his hand and looking at the busy scene below.
Steve·Rogers stood beside him, wearing casual clothes and holding an instructor employment contract in his hand.
"It looks very professional here." Steve had to admit that Vought was much more efficient than S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Of course." Homelander took a sip of milk, leaving a white milk stain on his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked it off, "We are a private enterprise, Steve. Private enterprises do not support idle people, nor do they engage in bureaucracy."
"So, Captain, have you thought about it?"
"V. G. D..." Steve frowned slightly, "The name sounds like someone selling insurance."
"The name is not important, what is important is the function." Homelander sat opposite him, "Steve, there are too many heroes now. We signed hundreds of those who passed the audition and spread them all over the United States."
"I can teach them how to win and how to smile in front of the camera, but I can't teach them how to live like a good person."
"And you, captain." Homelander patted Steve on the shoulder, "You need to tell them when to put away your fists and when to help the old lady cross the road."
"This is why I want you to be the chief instructor."
"If any hero fails to pass your assessment, he will never get a license or get a job."
Steve was silent.
He looked at Homelander, although he knew that this man was full of lies.
But these words really moved him.
If it were in S.H.I.E.L.D., those with super powers would be imprisoned in "The Fridge" or given special care.
In Vought, although commercialization is serious, at least... they live in the sun.
If we can establish correct values in these people...
"Okay." Steve sighed and stretched out his hand, "I will take this job. But I have a word first. If I think someone is not suitable to be a hero, even if he is your illegitimate son, I will tell him to get out."
"Of course." Homelander held his hand, "You are the instructor, you have the final say. Your annual salary will definitely satisfy you!"
"I don't need that much money."
"Then donate to the Veterans Foundation."