"I originally thought that you were going to all this trouble just to bring Homelander down from the altar."
Marge gritted his teeth, "I never thought you could do such an inhumane thing, taking thousands of lives to satisfy your own selfish interests?"
"Don't you speak so righteously."
The smile on Neuman's face faded a little, and his eyes became full of mockery,
"Even if we don't massacre this group of people today, wouldn't you still jump out and stop our plan? Do you really think we don't know what your intentions were when you agreed to join the gang from the beginning, sister Marge?"
Marge stopped talking.
Her face was turning purple from holding back, and her chest was heaving violently.
But what is more deadly than suffocation is the loss in the body.
As Neuman continued to extract, Marge felt that the fluid in his blood vessels was seeping out along his pores, his body temperature dropped rapidly, and he almost lost all his strength to struggle.
Neuman floated closer and looked at Marge's gradually dilated pupils.
"Do you know why I want to drag you into the team even though I know you will definitely cause trouble?"
Neuman's voice suddenly became very low, and his eyes were full of hatred.
"Because I hate you. I hate you for stabbing Mr. Edgar in the back, and I also hate you for taking away all the love from Mr. Edgar."
In those years when Vought was also treated as a tool, Edgar's trust and indulgence in Marge was something Neuman could never dream of.
Neuman looked at the huge power surging around him, his eyes were in a daze.
"If I could have had the strength I have now, maybe everything wouldn't be what it is now."
Neuman whispered softly.
She looked at Marge again, her pure white eyes no longer showing any emotion.
"Then now, you can become the nourishment for me to become stronger."
Marge opened his mouth, but he didn't even have time to utter a single syllable.
A huge and violent suction force instantly enveloped her.
The blood directly broke through Marge's pores, and the blood mist instantly filled the space around Neuman, and was then completely absorbed by her.
Marge's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Neuman waved his hand casually, and the light body fell into the green belt on the roadside with a clatter, and there was no more movement.
Around the square, the shrill screams had gradually subsided.
The students, parents, and even some faculty and staff who were still running away all kept their postures stiff.
The blood in their bodies was drained cleanly and turned into dry skins.
Neuman floated in mid-air, and the sea of blood beneath his feet became thicker and thicker.
The atmosphere in the hall is deadlocked.
Those reporters were like a pack of hyenas smelling blood, holding on to the topic of self-direction and self-acting with long guns and short cannons.
At this moment, Legend squeezed in sweating profusely.
This Vought veteran who usually lights a cigar even if the building collapses is about to crush the tablet in his hand at this moment.
He ignored the flashing lights in the audience, walked quickly to the podium, lowered his body and leaned close to John's ear.
"Godolkin University is gone. Lamplighter and Marathon are massacring, with thousands of casualties. Neuman is over there."
Legend's voice was very low and he spoke very fast.
John's face instantly turned cold after hearing this.
His legs were slightly bent.
Bang!
A dull sonic boom exploded inside the hall without warning.
The violent airflow directly overturned the reporters in the front row.
Homelander is gone.
The venue was quiet for two seconds, and then a deafening noise broke out.
"He ran away!"
The silver-haired reporter pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned to his colleagues behind him and shouted:
"Homelander couldn't bear the pressure of public opinion and avoided questioning in public!"
On the street outside, Marcus in the command car looked at Homelander who had disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, then leaned back in his chair with relief and laughed.
"Huh... It's good that there's no war, and I can live another day."
The marchers in the square also saw the distant afterimage in the sky.
After they were stunned, they burst into earth-shattering cheers.
In their view, this was a victory for justice, and it was the anger of the people that drove back the hypocritical tyrant.
Everyone is gearing up to finalize the matter.
The reporters have already contacted the rear editorial office and are preparing to make the Homelander collapse the front-page headline of today's global media.
Buzz.
The silver-haired reporter's phone vibrated.
Immediately afterwards, the mobile phone of the short-haired female reporter also rang.
Within ten seconds, the entire hall rang with dense beeps.
Reporters in the hall looked down at the screens.
That is the picture returned by Eddie.
Burning Lawn, broken limbs and broken arms all over the ground.
The once glorious Lamplighter grilled defenseless students like a madman, and Marathon rampaged through the crowd.
There was also Neuman suspended in mid-air, being held up by the endless sea of blood. Those shriveled corpses were scattered at her feet like rag bags.
This was a brutal massacre.
But the strange thing is that when these self-proclaimed righteous media people saw hundreds of young people dying tragically, their faces showed little fear, not even sympathy.
There was only shock and... excitement in their eyes.
Because there are no ordinary people in Godolkin University.
Those who died there were all Supe.
"That makes sense..."
The silver-haired reporter stared at the sea of blood on the screen. Instead of being afraid, his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He immediately sent a message to the editor, directly overturning the manuscript that had been decided five minutes ago.
Originally, if Vought couldn't explain clearly today, they were going to nail Vought on the pillar of shame for being hypocritical and self-directed.
But now, an issue far more shocking and provocative than the Vought fraud has hit their faces.
The malicious forces from all sides were like sharks that smelled blood, and they quickly exchanged opinions in various secret channels.
In just a few minutes, the public opinion that had calmed down once again stirred up a frenzy.
Only this time, the wind direction has completely changed.
The verbal and written criticism on the Internet is no longer limited to Vought International's commercial fraud, and it is no longer entangled in whether Homelander is a tyrant.
The public's anger was accurately directed in another direction by invisible hands.
"Look at Godolkin University! Lamplighter is crazy! They even kill their own people!"
"These monsters created by Vought are completely uncontrollable! They are just time bombs walking on the street!"
"Artificial Supes shouldn't exist in this world!"
This slogan spread like a virus across the Internet.
As for why we only boycott artificial Supes, we all understand.