The sun shines through the thick dust and hits Eddie's shoulders.
The unlucky cameraman didn't feel much nervous at this time.
He moved his sore neck a little and stabilized the Video Camera on his shoulders.
Eddie secretly glanced at Homelander who was standing a few steps away.
Usually on the TV screen, or in those overwhelming news clips, this man in a battle suit looks very oppressive.
But now, this man is standing quietly behind Lynn, looking very well-behaved.
Not to mention Lynn standing right in front of the camera.
As if he noticed Eddie's gaze, Black-Haired Man happened to turn his head, and his eyes collided with Eddie's.
Lynn didn't put on any high airs, nor did he ignore him.
Instead, he smiled naturally at Eddie and nodded slightly.
Just such a simple action completely wiped away the last bit of anxiety in Eddie's heart.
This is too easy to talk about.
Eddie even feels that this Director is kinder than his grandfather.
He took a deep breath, carefully adjusted the focus, and locked the image firmly on Lynn.
Lynn turned his head again and faced the camera.
He had long heard Ashley's report through his earphones, and knew that a new Stormfront had been launched on the Internet by those desperate Remnants.
Those Artificial Supe were pushed to the forefront and became the monsters that many people pointed out.
But the look on Lynn's face remained calm.
"It seems that some people have been driven into panic."
Lynn crossed his hands in front of him, and his voice came out along the microphone,
"I know there are many new voices on the Internet. They tell you that Supe grew up eating steamed buns with human blood. They are aliens that should not exist. As long as they are still alive, it is an insult to the victims."
Lynn looked at the camera with very quiet eyes.
"They want to pour all the dirty water on these Supe heads."
It was quiet around the ruins, with only the steady voice of Lynn echoing.
"It is true that these 5,241 Supe have abilities because of Compound V, but this is not their fault. When they were put on the experimental platform, they were just babies who didn't understand anything."
Lynn took a step forward.
"They call these children monsters, but they deliberately don't let everyone see that the vast majority of these more than 5,000 people are not superior at all."
"Like everyone else, they are trying to live a normal life. They will worry about next month's rent and go to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables after work. They are flesh and blood, and they can cry and laugh."
Lynn paused, his tone was soft but powerful.
"They are not some lofty gods, nor are they bloodthirsty monsters. They are just your neighbors, your classmates, ordinary people you meet when buying coffee on the street corner."
"If there is any difference, it is that when a disaster occurs, these ordinary people may run a little faster."
Lynn looked at the camera and his voice became calmer.
"Of course, there are still some people."
He paused slightly, and there was a hint of softness in his eyes.
"They did not rely on their innate abilities to take any shortcuts. Like everyone in front of the screen, they relied on staying up late, sweating, and relying on persistence day after day to realize their dreams step by step."
"The fact that they are loved by so many people has nothing to do with Superpower."
After saying that, Lynn took a half step back:
"Now, they're standing up."
"This person does run a little faster than ordinary people."
The moment the words fell.
The images on billions of screens around the world were cut off again.
This time, there were no big politicians kneeling on the ground crying, nor were there Godolkin University's broken bricks and tiles all over the floor.
The screen lit up and cut directly to a wide stage.
The sound waves penetrated the screen and hit everyone's ears.
Right in the center of the screen.
Reggie's dark face appeared in the sight of all mankind.
South America, Brazil.
The huge open-air stadium was packed with people.
Today is the last day of the Reggie South America tour.
Even though the whole world's attention is now attracted by New York's earth-shaking performance of Stormfront, there are still tens of thousands of enthusiastic fans standing in the audience.
They held up support signs and shouted the name of the young man on the stage at the top of their lungs.
But today, the closing night, which should have completely ignited the atmosphere, Reggie, who has always been lively and always running and jumping to the beat on the stage, was surprisingly quiet.
He didn't wear those fancy costumes studded with sequins, nor did he hang those exaggerated necklaces around his neck.
He only had the most ordinary sweatshirt on him.
The spotlight from the stage shone on him.
Reggie holds the microphone stand with both hands and stands quietly in front of the microphone.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on the wooden floor at his feet.
The tens of thousands of spectators in the audience seemed to have noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere, and the cheers that were originally loud gradually died down.
Many people looked at each other, wondering what happened to the king of rap.
In front of screens around the world, countless netizens who recognized Reggie had their eyes widened.
Countless comments instantly appeared on the online forum.
Is this Reggie?
How could the new generation Rap Emperor be on the global broadcast screen?
Could it be that he is too...
Ignoring the huge waves caused by the outside world.
Reggie slowly raised his head and scanned the endless sea of glow sticks under the stage.
He took a deep breath and reached for the microphone on the stand.
"Good evening."
The boy's voice spread through the speakers, losing a bit of the arrogance of the past and adding a bit of poise that was inappropriate for his age.
He glanced at the big screen on the side and knew that at this moment, two men, one big and one small, far away from New York, could hear his voice.
Tens of thousands of eyes stared at the gray figure in the center of the stage.
Reggie held the microphone and suddenly smiled, showing two rows of white teeth.
"Actually, I am also a Supe."
He shrugged, as if feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Haha, you didn't expect that, did you?"
"..."
No one connects this South America Rap Prodigy with those flying Supe.
Looking at the stunned faces in the audience, Reggie didn't explain much.
He immediately let go of the microphone in his hand.
The microphone was affected by gravity and began to fall downward.
The moment the microphone was released.
Boom.
A strong wind blew across the stage.
Reggie, who was standing where he was, disappeared out of thin air.
The audience in the front row only felt an afterimage flash before their eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the huge posters hanging around the stands were pulled by the air currents, and the searchlight beams above the venue were even violently shaken by the wind.
Before anyone could react, the afterimage solidified again in the center of the stage.
Snap.
Reggie stretched out his hand and firmly caught the microphone that had just fallen less than ten centimeters.
All this happened so fast that the human retina could not capture it.
If it weren't for the baseball cap that passed over the heads of the last row of spectators in his hand, everyone would even think that he hadn't moved at all.
At this time, the whole audience was really dumbfounded.
Tens of thousands of people opened their mouths wide and forgot to even scream.
Reggie casually put the baseball cap on his head and pressed down on the brim.
"As you can see, I run very fast."