On the screen, reporters are still pressing forward step by step, insisting on directing and acting.
The reporters in the hall were furious, while John stood silent on the stage.
The situation actually came to a standstill again.
Neuman exhaled a long breath, and the heart in his throat finally dropped back to his chest.
She turned around and glared fiercely at the fat man on the sofa.
Mesmer shrank his neck.
"I'll settle the score with you later."
Neuman lowered his voice and dropped a sentence.
She quickly walked to the armchair at the back of the room and said in a hurried tone:
"Doctor, do it, John may change at any time, we can't delay it any longer."
Godolkin, who had been leaning on the back of the chair, slowly opened his eyes.
There was no trace of sleepiness in those cloudy eyeballs, and they were full of maddening enthusiasm.
"What's the rush?"
Godolkin straightened up slowly, listening to the faint noise coming from above his head,
"Now the number of people in Campus has just reached its peak. Students, parents, and alumni are all on the playground."
He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Now that the stage is set, let's... add some fire to our leader Homelander."
The Godolkin University playground above our heads is filled with sunshine.
As far as the eye can see, there are only black heads.
Banners fluttered in the wind, and exciting music played from the speakers.
On the rostrum, Principal Doug's face was glowing red, and spittle was flying in front of the microphone.
"Today, standing here are not only the young people who have recently joined Godolkin, but also outstanding alumni who have walked out of here, as well as parents who are full of expectations!"
Doug opened his arms and made a generous gesture to embrace the audience, "The fact that you are here is your strongest trust in Vought and us!"
There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the students were so excited that their faces flushed and their palms turned red.
"I know who everyone wants to see the most today."
Doug turned up the volume to whet his appetite, "Although Mr. John was unable to come to the scene due to public relations matters, Vought's other Superheroes are all here today!"
"Let us welcome--Lamplighter! Marathon!"
The backstage curtain opens.
Lamplighter, who was wearing a dark robe and holding a metal staff, stepped out, followed by Marathon who was wearing a light-fitting combat uniform.
As soon as the two famous heroes appeared, the entire playground was almost overturned by screams.
Lawn Next to the glove box on the edge, little reporter Eddie leaned against the iron fence and yawned out of boredom.
He rubbed the sore corners of his eyes and muttered:
"What's so interesting about a group of actors going through the motions? I'm feeding mosquitoes here, Manhattan is going to blow my brains out over there..."
At this moment, the cheers on the stage suddenly stopped.
Lamplighter and Marathon, who had been waving and smiling to the audience just now, froze in place without any warning.
The whites of their eyes rolled up at the same time, and their eyes quickly became covered with a layer of deathly gray.
The gentle smile that originally hung on his face turned into a ferocious smile.
Lamplighter raised his hand and pulled the microphone to his mouth.
His voice came through the loudspeakers around the playground.
"This world doesn't need low-quality, inferior products like you."
The students and parents in the audience were stunned. The applause in the front row gradually stopped. Everyone looked at each other, thinking that this was an interactive session arranged by Vought.
"Be good... turn it into nutrients."
Marathon beside him tilted his neck, and his white teeth were particularly dazzling in the sun.
The moment the words fell.
Boom!
Lamplighter The metal staff in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling white light.
The pillar of fire was like a violent fire dragon, clinging to the turf and sweeping across the first three rows of seats directly below the rostrum.
He didn't even have time to scream.
The plastic benches, awnings, and the freshmen and parents sitting neatly were vaporized and burned the moment they came into contact with the flames.
The stench of burning flesh mixed with the hot air waves hit the bewildered crowd behind.
"Run quickly!"
The screams finally tore through the playground.
Before everyone could move away from the panic of the fire, a heart-rending explosion suddenly exploded in the air.
Marathon moved.
His whole body turned into an afterimage that could not be caught by the naked eye, and plunged straight into the crowd of people.
At that terrifying speed, his body was like a heavy artillery shell flying close to the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
No change of direction, no deceleration.
Marathon plowed the ground back and forth in the dense sea of people. Wherever he passed, human bodies exploded one after another like ripe watermelons.
Broken arms, broken bones, and scarlet blood mist were lifted into the air by the violent airflow, and then fell down like a torrential rain.
A student who tried to activate his hardening ability to protect his mother was hit by a shock wave that shattered his entire sternum as soon as he got into position.
The whole Campus completely exploded.
The escaping Iron Gate was blocked by the surging crowd, and the cries, screams and stampedes mixed into a quagmire.
These young Supe, who usually think highly of themselves, completely collapsed in the face of real killing.
In order to survive, some people began to use their abilities in a panic.
Ice picks, wind blades and crazy electric arcs burst out randomly in the crowd, making it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.
A student who controlled fire tried to block the rushing Marathon, but the fireball he threw out in a hurry directly ignited the boy who fell next to him.
Everyone felt insecure, trampled on each other, and even began to attack each other to snatch escape routes. In the blink of an eye, the entire prestigious school became a slaughterhouse filled with flesh and blood.
The edge of the playground.
"Run away, brother!"
The photographer was so frightened that he threw away the heavy machine in his hand with a strange scream, and fled with the large army on his feet.
Eddie was knocked out by several students who were panicking and rolled over, leaving a large bloody gash on the cement road with his palms.
He lay down on the grass and stared blankly at the rostrum shrouded in a sea of fire and blood mist in the distance.
Fear flooded his limbs like a tide, his legs were shaking to the point where he could not stand up, and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably in his mouth.
But after the extreme fear, hot blood rushed to his forehead.
Big news.
This is big news that can overturn the entire America ceiling!
What Vought Tower reporter asked, compared to Vought's own hero's bloodbath in the university, it's not even a hair!
Eddie crawled over on hands and knees and picked up Video Camera that fell in the mud puddle.
The lens hood is cracked, but the indicator light still shines green.
Eddie wiped the mud from his face and put the machine on his shoulder.