"Everyone must have doubts in their minds now."
"You may wonder why these forces put so much effort into dealing with John?"
"Obviously ten years ago, all of Vought's overseas businesses were fully boycotted and finally withdrawn into the country. In the past ten years, Vought and John have only been developing in America and have never set foot in the territory of any other country."
Lynn states a fact that everyone knows.
For ten years, Homelander was like a prisoner, staying in his own territory and pretending to be Superheroes.
He did not touch other people's cheese, nor did he interfere in the interests of other countries.
Since there is no conflict between wells and rivers, what is the purpose of this global strangulation without leaving any room?
In front of the screen, both ordinary people and intelligence dealers on the dark web all pricked up their ears unconsciously.
This is indeed the biggest logical flaw in the entire incident.
"These words are too pale for me to say."
Lynn looked at the camera, a smile flashed in his eyes,
"Moreover, if I talk too much, some people may label me as falsely accused."
He stretched out his right hand and casually snapped his fingers at the camera.
"Then now, let them explain it themselves."
Da.
As the crisp snap of fingers fell, countless screens around the world that were playing this live broadcast suddenly flickered without warning.
Whether it's the giant LED screen of Times Square, the TVs in the living rooms of thousands of households, or the mobile phones held by passers-by.
The face of Lynn that originally occupied the entire screen disappeared in an instant.
Instead, the screen was neatly cut into dozens of small squares.
The screens switched so quickly that many people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, trying to see clearly what was playing in these densely packed split screens.
The backgrounds of these split screens are different and span a huge range.
In the upper left corner of the picture, strong winds are blowing snowflakes, and the background is a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains;
The middle scene is dimly lit, with only a few thick rusty iron railings, and seems to be an underground prison;
The picture in the lower right corner is in mid-air, with the roaring air causing the camera to shake violently;
There are also luxurious offices in the background, but unfortunately all the floor-to-ceiling windows are broken, and the floor is covered with broken glass.
The scenes are diverse and span different time zones and geographical locations.
But soon, sharp-eyed people discovered something was wrong.
Although the backgrounds of these dozens of pictures vary widely, their compositions are surprisingly consistent.
In the center of each small frame, there is a person kneeling.
On the top of a snowy mountain, a man wearing a thin training suit hit his knees in the snow, shivering with cold;
In the prison, a strong man with a sinewy face was chained with metal shackles, kneeling on the wet mud in despair;
In the palace, the old man in a long robe was in a state of panic with his hands and feet bound;
There was also the man in the broken office, his suit was torn into strips, and he was kneeling tremblingly on the floor full of broken glass.
Dozens of images, dozens of kneeling people.
These people are male and female, old and young, with different skin colors.
Although they were separated by the screen, everyone could clearly see that the eyes of these people kneeling on the ground had the same thing.
fear.
A deep-seated fear.
London, in a pub.
The originally noisy sound of clinking glasses and yelling became like someone pressing the mute button when dozens of split-screen images popped up.
A bearded man held a freshly filled draft beer in his hand, and the beer foam flowed down the glass to the back of his hand, but he didn't notice it at all.
He stared at a small square in the lower left corner of the TV screen, his lips trembling a little.
"Hell, isn't that Representative Robert from Department of Defense?"
Everyone in the tavern moved closer, and after seeing that face clearly, there was a loud gasp of air.
In the picture, the bald old man wearing a wrinkled shirt and kneeling in the mud shivering is none other than Robert.
Just the night before yesterday, the congressman was sitting in a suit and tie in the studio of the evening news.
He slapped the table hard in front of the camera, righteously denounced Vought International as a cancer on mankind, and shouted that for the sake of world peace, Homelander must be sent to the gallows.
At that time, many people in the tavern applauded his impassioned speech.
But now, this official who talks so much about justice is like a beaten old dog, kneeling in an unknown dark corner, not even daring to raise his head.
Not just Robert.
Under the big screen of Tokyo on the street, someone recognized the figure kneeling in mid-air. He was the head of the largest Onmyōji Old Families in the country;
In Paris's apartment, a student from Hogwarts recognized the man kneeling in the snow as a recently retired Ministry of Magic official.
The whole world fell into horror at this moment.
At the same time, the extraordinary forces and underground organizations hidden all over the world have long since exploded.
In a conference room.
The current leader stood in front of the long table, originally planning to arrange an assassination mission against Lynn.
At this moment, he was staring at the broadcast screen on the wall, his face was ashen, but if you look closely, you will find that the corners of his mouth were raised.
Because there is no Lynn, he still doesn't know that he will be able to sit on the top spot in the year of the monkey.
He saw his old boss, the former head of the organization.
The old man who had taught him that he must do whatever it took to make the organization prosper was kneeling in the ruins, his face covered with snot and tears.
The subordinates in the conference room looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.
They have no idea where this video came from, let alone what these usually aloof and powerful people have gone through to show such mental breakdown.
At this moment, a voice came from the live broadcast screen.
The voices of those kneeling on the ground reached the ears of billions of people around the world.
"I said... I said it all!"
Robert Congressman kowtowed in the mud,
"Ten years ago, I used my authority to erase the files of those stowaways. I packed them in containers and shipped them from the port to Stan·Edgar..."
Then came others from various factions.
"I was doing this thirty years ago!"
"When Fred Rick and Vought were still there, we reached an agreement. We built shelters in war-torn areas and sent away orphans and refugees in batches..."
"They paid too much!"
"Live people were sold to them for Compound V's in vivo experiments, and dead people were sold to them for anatomy research! Those serial disappearances that were reported were all suppressed by us! If Vought needs consumables, we will provide them with them!"
"We took the original shares of Vought! Edgar will transfer money to overseas accounts every month!"
"The real Compound V research and development was all done with our lives!"
"But everything changed ten years ago! Edgar fell!"
"Homelander took over Vought. On the first day he took office, he unilaterally tore up all cooperation agreements!"
"They refused to accept any more people we sent and completely cut off Compound V's exports! We are afraid that Vought will become a dominant family, and we are even more afraid that our cooperation will be exposed!"
"We were the ones who united to boycott Vought! We were the ones who took the lead in the overseas ban order ten years ago!"
"We want the secret to be destroyed with Vought!"