Tommy looked at the camera and stretched out his hand to scratch his messy hair.
"You see it."
He was chewing gum and his tone still sounded like he hadn't woken up.
"Telekinesis can help me put the trash in the bin or pick up a bag of potato chips from afar, but it can't replace muscle memory."
He raised his hands and spread them in front of the camera.
It was a pair of hands with distinct joints, and there were calluses on the fingertips and the tiger's mouth.
"These world records and every point on the list were all achieved by me key by key with my hands. They relied on my countless all-nighters and my reaction speed of memorizing them over and over again without any moisture."
Those game forums on the Internet are completely silent.
All the players looked at those hands with nothing but conviction in their hearts.
Not only is he a Supe, he is even more diligent and hardworking than ordinary people like them.
Tommy put his hands down and put them back into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes becoming serious.
"That bastard Reggie who was jumping around on the stage just now said it all. Yes, I used to be a member of Vanguard Camp."
Tommy looked at the camera and reached out to grab his already messy hair.
"I've said almost everything I wanted to say."
He put his hands back into the pockets of his black jacket and curled his lips.
"I'm a stupid person and can't say anything touching."
Then, Tommy grinned and moved half a step to the side with a smile.
"But, I happen to have someone here."
Tommy waved to the camera, "She can come and help everyone connect with the next person to appear."
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes around the world, a young girl wearing a red and white convenience store uniform walked into the scene somewhat awkwardly.
It's Kimiko.
She grabbed the hem of the convenience store apron with both hands uneasily.
No matter how strong she was in normal times, facing that flashing black lens now, it was inevitable that she would be a little frightened, and even her shoulders shrank subconsciously.
Tommy didn't rush her, he just leaned against the game console and stood quietly with her.
Kimiko took a deep breath and tried to straighten his back.
She mustered up her courage and spoke in somewhat awkward English.
"Everyone... hello."
The girl's voice was not loud and sounded nervous.
She paused, seeming to organize her words.
"My name is Kimiko. Actually, I am also a Supe."
At this time.
Those who shouted in front of the screen that Supe are bloodthirsty monsters unconsciously closed their mouths.
Because the Asia girl in the picture looks too ordinary and too timid, like a neighbor who just came home from get off work in the next block.
"But now, I'm working as a cashier in a convenience store."
When he mentioned his current job, the tension on Kimiko's face faded a bit, revealing a shy smile.
"I am really satisfied with my current life."
She turned her head and glanced gratefully at Tommy next to her.
"If Mr. Tommy hadn't taken me in, I might still have no fixed place to live and would have no choice but to wander the streets with my brother."
Then, Kimiko looked at the camera again.
The timidity in her eyes disappeared, followed by fear and gratitude.
"If Mr. Kevin hadn't saved my life and that of my brother, we would have never had the chance to return to Japan."
The girl's voice echoed,
"We will be locked in a dark iron cage forever and become slaves of those terrorists until we die."
Upon hearing this, the hearts of countless people in front of the screen were severely tugged.
It was a dark world they could not imagine.
And the convenience store cashier in front of me had really struggled there.
Kimiko raised his hand, gently touched his neck, and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"The previous blow caused me to lose the ability to speak, so when I was rescued, I couldn't even express my gratitude to Mr. Kevin in person."
The girl's voice began to tremble, and her eyes slowly turned red.
"Now, I have regained the ability to speak."
She took half a step back and bowed deeply and solemnly in front of the black lens.
"I want to say it personally. Mr. Kevin, thank you. Mr. Tommy, thank you."
Kimiko straightened up and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
She looked in the direction of the big screen, her tone becoming more serious than ever.
"However, as Mr. Tommy said, I would like to thank Mr. Lynn and Mr. Homelander even more. Although we have never met, I still want to thank you for giving us a new life."
The noise of Akihabara seems to have gone away with the falling leaves at this moment.
And the Mr. Kevin mentioned by Kimiko naturally followed this global live broadcast and spread to the other side of the earth.
Australia, Great Barrier Reef Marine Conservation Base.
Kevin is sitting at the wooden table in the corner, holding a cleaning cloth in his hand, lowering his head and carefully wiping a black Video Camera.
He has set up the tripod, adjusted the height, and the lens is facing him.
A female volunteer with a ponytail held two cans of ice-cold soda in her hands, walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down next to Kevin.
She pushed one of the cans of soda with water beads to Kevin's hand and turned her head to look at him.
"I said, you have been playing with this Video Camera since yesterday."
The girl bit the straw and looked at him curiously, "What, you don't want to be a volunteer, are you going to change your career to become a photographer?"
Kevin stopped wiping the lens, raised his head and glanced at her, smiling and saying nothing.
When the girl saw that he didn't answer, she curled her lips and reached out to pat his arm.
"Okay, stop playing with the machine and come and watch TV. This is so exciting."
She turned around and stared at the screen on the wall, her tone full of excitement,
"I really didn't expect that Reggie is also Supe. He is my idol! And Tommy just now seems to be very powerful."
Kevin didn't refute, picked up the soda on the table and pulled Griphook away, then followed her gaze and looked at the TV.
At this time, the picture on the screen happened to be cut to Tommy.
Kimiko, wearing a convenience store uniform, stood in front of the camera and bowed deeply to the camera with red eyes.
"I want to say it personally. Mr. Kevin, thank you."
The girl's choked English came from the TV.
The girl with the ponytail was about to take her second sip of soda. When she heard these words, she suddenly froze.
She let go of the straw and looked at the screen in a daze, then turned to look at her colleague who was sitting next to her quietly drinking a soda.
"How come this person's name... is the same as yours?"
The girl blinked her eyes and moved her eyes back to the face of the Asia girl on the screen. She frowned slightly and leaned forward unconsciously.
"Hey, wait a minute, this girl named Kimiko looks a bit familiar..."