After a day and night of fermentation, the Stormfront public opinion not only did not subside, but instead swept the entire network in an even crazier manner.
If we look at the first few hours, there were people like Neuman, Frenchie who were secretly adding fuel to the flames and consciously guiding the direction of public opinion.
Then by the next day, the nature of the matter had completely changed.
Just as Frenchie expected in Basement.
In this era where traffic is paramount, there will never be a shortage of bastards who are crazy about trying to get ahead.
When everyone discovered that stepping on Vought and scolding Homelander was not only safe, but could also instantly gain millions of likes and massive attention, countless sharks smelling the smell of blood pounced on them.
The situation is getting more and more complicated.
At ten o'clock in the morning, a candid video of unknown origin was uploaded to the homepages of several mainstream media.
The video quality is a little shaky, but the protagonist's face is clearly captured.
In the picture, Homelander pressed the back of Stormfront's head with one hand, dragging her like a piece of tattered luggage, pressing her against the hard concrete ground and running forward.
The gravel splashed, and Stormfront's face plowed hundreds of meters of horrific blood grooves on the ground.
Then, Homelander stopped.
He stepped on Stormfront's back expressionlessly, grabbed her arms with both hands, and forcefully tore off her limbs.
The most disturbing thing about this video is not the blood all over the floor.
It's the look in the eyes of the blond man in the video.
The pair of blue eyes that were always full of sunshine and friendliness in front of the camera were now just indifferent.
It's like squeezing a noisy cicada to death.
As soon as this video of the murder was released, it instantly caused huge waves on the Internet.
Immediately afterwards, various videos that followed the trend appeared like snowflakes.
Someone uploaded a blurry back view, saying that Homelander once used Heat Vision to burn down civilian houses at night;
Someone complained tearfully in front of the camera, saying that Homelander looked at him one more time and almost gave him a heart attack.
Most of them are crude and fake videos, but in this atmosphere of national carnival, no one cares about authenticity.
As long as the label "Revealing Vought" is added, all these things will be regarded as irrefutable evidence.
However, what really brought the public opinion Stormfront to its peak was a selfie video released in the afternoon.
The protagonists of the video are three high school students.
The background of the video is an ordinary bedroom.
The camera is facing them, without any filter.
Three big boys were sitting side by side in wheelchairs. The camera moved downwards and clearly captured their empty trouser legs below the knees.
The boy who took the lead was pale and his eyes were red.
As soon as the video started, he burst into tears.
"We just want to survive."
The boy clung to the armrests of the wheelchair, his voice choked with sobs, and his shoulders kept shaking.
"A few days ago, we were playing with a classmate on the street corner after school. We were just having fun."
He raised his head and looked at the camera, his face full of fear and helplessness.
"Then he came. Homelander fell from the sky without any warning or a word to us. His eyes lit up red, and then... our legs were gone."
Another boy next to him covered his face and cried bitterly.
"We dare not call the police."
The boy who took the lead wiped away his tears with a sad and angry tone.
"We know how big Vought International is, and we are afraid of being assassinated and afraid of involving our parents. During this time, we can only hide at home and have nightmares every night."
The boy took a deep breath and shouted at the screen:
"But yesterday, after seeing that brave gentleman in the square and seeing so many people standing up, we no longer want to be cowards! We want to stand up for justice and bring down Vought, this murderous group cloaked in hypocrisy!"
In just half an hour after this video was released, the number of views exceeded 50 million.
Three teenagers who lost their legs and bravely accused power instantly broke through the last psychological defense line of All-America netizens.
The comment areas of major social platforms were completely bombarded, and the servers were paralyzed several times.
"Oh my god, they are just children! How could Vought do this!"
"I just said that Homelander usually smiles like a dummy. He is simply a pervert with antisocial personality. He must be arrested immediately!"
"You can be maimed casually while playing on the street? Does this country still have laws? Vought must get out America!"
"Those three high school students are so pitiful. They had a great life... I can't imagine how they survived these days."
"I don't even dare to let my children go out. Who knows if a psychopath will suddenly fall from the sky and burn us to ashes?"
"Payback! We can't let the gentleman in the square die in vain!"
The sounds of keyboard tapping converged into a Stormfront that could overturn everything.
Anger, abuse, panic and a self-motivated sense of justice are intertwined into an airtight web on the Internet.
Everyone was venting their emotions wantonly and using the most vicious words to greet everyone in Vought Tower.
No one asked what the "play" those three high school students meant, nor did anyone delve into what the "classmate" went through at that time.
The truth was drowned in the carnival of crusade.
This is an old apartment in Brooklyn district.
The room is not big, and the walls are covered with Homelander posters of various sizes.
The corners of some posters were yellowed and rolled up, but they were carefully reattached flat with transparent tape.
There is a plastic figure placed in the center of the desk.
It was a Homelander that was not too exquisitely made, and the red and blue uniform had some paint peeling off.
Clark sat in front of the desk, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the dust on the cloak of the figure.
This was a birthday gift from his father a few years ago.
Not long after his birthday that year, his father passed away due to an unexpected car accident.
This paint-peeling figure has become Clark's most cherished possession over the years.
At this time, the computer screen on the desk was on.
What was playing on the screen was the video that became a hot topic on the Internet in the afternoon.
Three high school students in wheelchairs were tearfully complaining to the camera about the atrocities committed by Homelander.
Clark Looking at the three crying faces on the screen, my chest felt tight.
The thief shouts to catch the thief.
These three guys who were doing a terrible job in the video were the same scumbags who cornered him in a dead end on the street corner and beat him up a few days ago.
If Homelander hadn't just fallen from the sky that day and used Heat Vision to break the legs of the three bullies, Clark wouldn't even know if he would have walked out of that alley alive that day.
The barrage on the screen floated densely, all of them feeling sorry for these three bullies, all of them making Homelander Payback.
Clark took the mobile phone and quickly walked out of the room and came to the narrow living room.
He wants to prove Homelander.
He wanted to tell the truth about what happened in the alley that day, and he wanted to tell everyone who these three guys in wheelchairs were.
My mother was standing in front of the sink washing dishes. She was wearing an old sweater and her back looked a little stooped.
"Mom."
Clark walked over and said, "I want to record a video and post it online."
The sound of water flow stopped.
The mother turned off the faucet, wiped her hands casually on her apron, and turned around to look at her flushed son.
"I saw the video from this afternoon."
Clark raised the phone in his hand, "Those three bastards with broken legs are lying! They were not playing around at all, they bullied me in the alley that day! It was Homelander who saved me!"
He spoke faster and faster, his chest heaving violently. "I want to tell the truth. I can't watch those people on the Internet wrongfully accuse him. He is really saving people."
Mother listened quietly.
She did not show the expression of realization as Clark expected, nor did she support his decision.
Instead, she stepped forward, reached out and held Clark's wrist holding the phone, and then pressed his hand down little by little.
"Don't say it."
The mother's voice was soft but firm.
Clark was stunned.
He looked at his mother in disbelief, his eyes full of confusion. "Mom, you don't even believe me? Do you also think I have been brainwashed by Vought? You saw all the bruises on my body that day!"
"I believe you, but just listen to me, okay."
Mother sighed, let go of her hand, and helped Clark straighten her somewhat messy collar.
"Homelander is good or bad, a god or a ghost... Mom actually doesn't care at all."
Clark opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Everyone is going crazy outside now. Everyone is scolding Vought and looking for a place to vent."
Mother's fingers trembled,
"If you post a video to speak for him now, even if what you say is true, those netizens will not believe it. They will find out our address, smash the windows of our house in the middle of the night, and call you a lackey of Vought."
She looked at her son, her eyes a little red.
"Since your father left, I only have you."
The mother's voice was a bit pleading,
"Mom only cares about whether you can live in peace and whether you will be harmed by this matter. I beg you, please don't get involved in these things, okay?"
Clark stood there, looking at the wrinkles in the corners of his mother's eyes and her pleading expression.
He felt like there was a ball of prickly cotton stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.