Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

The battle on the front lines was intense, and the situation was extremely tense. Faced with Ultron's robot army, the lines of ordinary soldiers were almost broken through in a single encounter, resulting in a series of meaningless casualty figures.

However, General Ross still adhered to the principle of "guests from afar are welcome" and led the Homelanders on an afternoon stroll through the red-light district.

This was by no means out of fear or to curry favor. As the host and a general, his words and actions represented the image of the country. It was only natural to offer a proper welcome.

So after floating away, General Ross regained his dignified demeanor and invited Homelander to the new command center to discuss how to deal with Ultron.

In fact, General Ross still harbored some thoughts of winning over Homelander, but the guy was too arrogant and haughty, so he had to let him see the military's true strength first.

"I admit that Ultron's power is extraordinary, but our military is not to be underestimated either. Does it think it can dominate the world with robots cobbled together from scrap metal? Or even trample our great America underfoot? It's utterly laughable!"

General Ross led Gray to the spacious preparation platform, where he looked at the dozens of transport planes flying in from the distant sky, a hint of pride on his face.

What the hell is America? Shouldn't it be called our motherland now?

Gray scoffed, not wanting to argue with the ignorant megalomaniac.

Tony glanced at Gray with a puzzled look, wondering if it was just his imagination, but he felt like he was being disliked as well.

"General Ross, enough talk. Time is of the essence; we must act immediately."

Normally, even when the Avengers and the military are carrying out the same mission, they maintain the principle of non-interference.

But this time the situation is different. Ultron's side has too many henchmen, while the main force of the Avengers is severely lacking. If they don't cooperate, they probably won't even get to see Ultron.

"Mr. Stark, please understand, this is not a childish game of heroism, this is war! Reckless heroism will only ruin things!"

General Ross pointed to the heavy cargo containers being dropped from the transport plane not far away, and said triumphantly, "That shameless thief Ultron used the military's research results to create Sentinel robots, but little did he know that those technologies were nothing more than defective products that we had discarded!"

"Here, I must solemnly introduce to you a meritorious figure, Colonel William Stryker!"

General Ross stood ramrod straight, clapping vigorously with both hands, his words brimming with undisguised admiration: "You may be a little unfamiliar with this name, but I want to emphasize that Colonel Stryker has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the persecution of mutants... cough, mutant research for many years, and has successfully applied mutant abilities to the military. His contributions are immeasurable!"

"The things in those containers are the fruits of his research, super bio-weapons that even Ultron, with his mechanical mind, wouldn't dare to dream of!"

William Stryker, who appeared alongside the shipping container, smiled appropriately and nodded his thanks with neither arrogance nor servility: "General, you flatter me. It's my duty."

Tony and Rhodes couldn't help but exchange a glance. Stryker was just a colonel, yet he showed no respect whatsoever for General Ross.

A flicker of displeasure crossed General Ross's eyes, but he quickly composed himself, his smile remaining unchanged. He continued, "Like the Sentinel robots, these bio-weapons also incorporate mutant abilities. The only difference is... they're stronger!"

"Sounds pretty good." Tony shrugged casually, his face as nonchalant as ever.

"Just not bad?"

General Ross couldn't help but laugh out loud, a hint of mockery in his laughter: "Mr. Stark, you are a genius, that's true, but you are just a genius!"

Our military not only boasts countless brilliant scientists but also controls vast resources. You don't really think we're just thieves who squander tax money, do you?

Almost the same...

Tony thought to himself, but a hint of curiosity still crept into his eyes.

The fact that General Ross dared to act so arrogantly is enough to show that what was hidden in the container was no ordinary item.

"Colonel Stryker, now is not the time for modesty. Take this opportunity to properly introduce your masterpiece to everyone," General Ross said, turning to Stryker with a smug smile on his face.

"Describing it simply with words might not be enough to show how powerful it is." Stryker nodded slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping to the side.

Gray was playing hide-and-seek with a group of female soldiers. The rules of the game were quite peculiar—if you caught someone, you get a kiss, and if you're caught, you get a couple more pinches. The female soldiers were all giggling when they were caught, which was completely out of place with the serious atmosphere of the scene.

"..."

Stryker seemed frozen, his gaze vacant for a long while, before speaking in an extremely subtle tone, "If Mr. Gray isn't busy right now, could you do me a favor and conduct a simple practical test?"

"You know me?" Upon hearing this, Gray released the blushing blonde female soldier from his arms and walked over with interest.

"In the battle of Washington, countless mutants died at your hands, including the infamous Magneto. I have deep respect for your strength." Stryker was a straightforward man, and in his view, whoever eliminated mutants was his friend.

Gray smiled slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You seem like a good person. Alright, let's do it your way."

"My super-Deadpool army is different from ordinary mutants. Each of them has dozens of superpowers and almost no obvious weaknesses or shortcomings," Stryker said, pulling a metal controller from his jacket pocket.

Gray curiously peered over and saw that it had buttons for up, down, left, right, ABAB, etc., and the design was very complicated.

With a crisp "click," the metal containers, arranged horizontally and vertically and resembling coffins in size, slowly opened, revealing men with stern faces, pale skin, and closed eyes.

"Isn't that Wade?" Gray exclaimed in surprise.

"A fairly mature cloning technology."

Tony was also greatly amazed. There were a hundred clones in front of him, all of the same appearance and body shape, as if they were copied and pasted.

"Recently, they have completed another version upgrade. Thanks to you, I successfully extracted mutant genes from the corpses of Magneto and Red Devil, giving them the abilities of teleportation and magnetic control."

As soon as Stryker finished speaking, he pressed a button on the controller. A Deadpool that had been in standby mode was activated and walked out of the container with a blank expression.

Looking into Deadpool's cold and ruthless eyes, and at the dangerous aura emanating from him, Tony and Rhodey couldn't help but change color slightly.

"Perhaps you could release a few more," Gray suggested.

"It's just a test. If an uncontrollable danger arises, it will be difficult to handle if there are too many of them." Stryker put it tactfully, but the implication was clear—he was afraid the people of your homeland wouldn't be able to cope.

Gray nodded casually: "I shouldn't have to pay for it if it's broken, right?"

"Mr. Gray, I suggest you take this seriously. Regeneration is a relatively common ability among mutants, so..."

Stryker's expression darkened slightly. He could clearly sense Gray's disdain. Super Deadpool was his masterpiece, the result of countless hours of hard work. How could he be so easily underestimated?

Just then, a soft "poof" sound rang out, and no one could see what happened. Deadpool, who had only taken a few steps, had his upper body instantly vanish into nothingness, and his lower body swayed and collapsed forward to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Gray smacked his lips and commented, "The regeneration ability doesn't seem very good, and the defense isn't great either. The spit I just spat out only used half the force, and the viscosity was also relatively flat. The force was barely enough to blow up an armored vehicle, but it's not enough against a tank."

"Colonel Stryker, your Deadpool needs more upgrades. Ideally, you should incorporate Colossus's mutant genes too. Oh, and by the way, I think I turned Colossus to dust; he's no longer available."

Gray patted Stryker's stiff shoulder sheepishly and took the remote from Stryker's hand, stuffing it into his own pocket.

"Spitting can destroy a tank??"

Colonel Stryker's mind went completely blank; he couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes. But one thing he was absolutely certain of was that the super Deadpool he had spent half his life developing had been thoroughly "humiliated" by Homelander's spittle.

"Not only that, sometimes when I'm bored, I go to the beach and spit on fish to blast them. If I'm lucky, I can catch one or two whales," Gray added.

"Hehehe..." Stryker covered his face with both hands, letting out a strange laugh from his throat. Through his fingers, you could see that his expression had completely collapsed and distorted.

Why bother fighting? Let the people of our motherland play a game of spitting, isn't that enough?