Central Avenue in Brooklyn was completely reduced to mud.
Two military vehicles were smashed to pieces, and amidst the billowing smoke, a giant green shadow, at least three meters tall, rose upright, shattering the flames.
Braving the danger, the military helicopters made an extremely low-altitude dive, their onboard six-barreled Gatling guns emitting a piercing shriek as their fire swept wildly across the green-skinned behemoth.
The Negasonic Teenage Warhead clanged as they struck the beast, without even breaking its skin, which only enraged the ferocious creature further.
The monster growled from deep in its throat, bent down, gripped the broken truck chassis, and swung its arms violently.
Several tons of scrap metal spun and rose into the air, skimming the ground, and struck the tail of the helicopter.
The helicopter lost its balance in mid-air, spun around, crashed into a pizzeria on the street corner, and exploded into a fireball.
On both sides of the street, surviving soldiers threw down their weapons and scrambled to hide behind cover, their hands trembling uncontrollably as they pressed the walkie-talkies.
" Zero has gone out of control! I'll say it again, the test subject has gone berserk! Conventional firepower is completely ineffective, tactical support needed! Requesting support!"
Manhattan, Vought Clock Tower Command Center.
Dozens of screens in front of Motoko Kusanagi simultaneously turned red, and three near-Earth satellites immediately turned to stare at Brooklyn.
"The live broadcast signal has been connected to 77 channels across the city, and all major TV stations have been forced to switch screens."
" Mr. Morris, this scene is absolutely going to break viewership records."
Another channel in the corner of the screen was flashing an encrypted call from S.H.I.E.L.D.., Motoko casually moved the other party's access priority three places to the back.
Lynn stood calmly to the side, holding a cup of coffee. "Go tell John to remember his responsibilities."
"With so many cameras watching, he has to be a docile sheepdog who only does his job for money. Every micro-expression on his face has to be worthy of the exorbitant packaging fees the company spends."
Over Queens, Homelander was flying slowly along his patrol route. Upon receiving the order, he immediately tilted his body and headed straight for Brooklyn.
A school bus overturned at an intersection, and the bus was filled with the screams of children.
Accompanied by howling wind pressure, a figure draped in a star-spangled battle robe descended from the sky.
Homelander effortlessly lifted a school bus weighing several tons with one hand and moved it smoothly to a safe open space.
After doing all this, he turned around to face the onlookers who were holding up their phones, and the live-streaming camera hovering low overhead. He slightly raised his chin and revealed a gentle smile.
"Everyone's safe now. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Cheers erupted from the crowd, with people shouting his name, the cheers growing louder and louder.
But a few hundred meters away, the green-skinned monster locked onto the source, letting out a muffled roar.
The asphalt ground beneath the monster's feet collapsed with a bang, and its massive body slammed towards them.
Not wanting to harm ordinary people, Homelander had no choice but to hover in mid-air and swoop down at the rapidly approaching behemoth.
boom!
A green fist the size of a palm leaf fan slammed into his outstretched forearm, the powerful impact shattering the windows of shops on both sides of the street.
Caught off guard, Homelander slid backwards, sliding for more than ten meters before finally coming to a stop.
The green-skinned monster roared and swung its fists in a continuous barrage, each punch more vicious than the last.
Homelander raised his hand to block and retaliate, but the damage his superpowers inflicted on the green-skinned creature was less than the pain he felt from being hit.
The embarrassment he felt under the public eye made his jaw tighten and his blood rush to his head.
The eyes of the Homelander gleamed with a bright red light.
Heat Vision!
Two beams of high-temperature energy were firmly pressed against the monster's chest, the smell of burning mingled with white smoke rising violently, and the high temperature burned two conspicuous black spots on the monster's skin.
The excruciating pain only fueled the monster's ferocity; the muscles at the wound site convulsed and swelled violently, causing its size to visibly increase by a whole size.
It strides forward despite the continuous Heat Vision output.
Because the energy output was increased, the red light in the eyes of the Homelander became even more dazzling.
But the monster stubbornly withstood the two beams of intense heat and walked step by step towards him.
Crash! Homelander crashed through the heavy, blast-proof steel door of the Chase Bank on the street and was buried in the ruins of the lobby amidst a deafening roar of shattering bricks and stones.
Amidst the ruins, large amounts of rubble tumbled down.
Homelander sat up from the pile of rubble and raised his hand to tidy his hair.
His cheeks burned with pain, and the bloodlust and rage in his chest were about to burst forth.
Being dominated and beaten by a mindless Beast in front of so many high-definition cameras was an unbearable humiliation for him.
He wanted nothing more than to rush out and tear every living thing on the street, including that bastard, to shreds!
But hundreds of drones, densely packed together on the street, are pointing their cameras at the bank entrance.
Tens of millions of viewers across the United States were glued to their television screens.
The Clock Tower's near-Earth satellites are coldly watching this bank.
Lynn Morris's expressionless face flashed into his mind.
Once the company's brand image is damaged, he will face extremely severe punishment.
Sheepdogs cannot show their fangs in public; this is a strict rule Lynn set for him, and it is also the chain that keeps him in his divine position.
He must be patient.
On the street, a green monster roared as it grabbed an overturned heavy tanker truck with one hand, lifting the tank, which weighed tens of tons, high above its head, while the remaining gasoline poured down.
Homelander suppressed his murderous intent, slightly bent his knees, and was about to leap into the air to ram the tanker truck to salvage the situation when—
A streak of gold and red light, leaving a white trail, hurtled towards them.
Boom!
A miniature armor-piercing missile struck the oil tanker, and the scorching heat of the fireball transformed into a rolling sea of fire that engulfed half the street.
Burning oil rained down everywhere, causing the surrounding crowd of onlookers to scream and flee in panic.
The number of online viewers in live streaming rooms across the city surged dramatically.
At the very center of the raging inferno, a suit of power armor painted in gold and red burst forth from the flames, its feet and palms spewing streams of ion flames that were a mixture of dark blue and blazing white, hovering steadily above the billowing smoke and dust.
The armor hovered through the sea of fire, and the energy cannons on its palms lit up with a bright light, locking onto the green behemoth within the fiery curtain.
"Hey, you in the cloak, step back a bit."
Tony Stark's voice carried an air of arrogance.
"This large toy is now under Stark Industries' control."
"Your remaining task for today is to find a reflective glass door, look in the mirror, and keep selling your smile."