Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Chapter 100 I'm checking your uniform for any damage.

The heavy gate to VGD's base slowly opened.

Rumlow was secretly pleased: "You guys know what's good for you."

However, it wasn't Steve, who was wearing handcuffs, who came out.

Instead, she was a woman with a powerful presence—Ashley.

She was followed by dozens of fully armed Vought security personnel, and a dozen or so city heroes who had already changed into combat uniforms.

"Stop!" Rumlow pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her. "I don't want to hurt you, ma'am!"

"But don't do anything irrational!"

"Agent Rumlow, is it?" Ashley sneered, holding up the documents in her hand.

"Are you trying to arrest Walter's S-class registered hero?"

"What?!" Rumlow was stunned.

"Steve Rogers is now an S-Class Registered Hero at Vought Global Defense and Hero Operations Center!" Ashley announced loudly. "Under the Superhero Registration Act, he enjoys special immunity while performing official duties."

"If you want to arrest him, please produce a special arrest warrant personally signed by President Ellis."

"We are S.H.I.E.L.D.! The highest law enforcement agency authorized by the UN Security Council!" Rumlow roared, his voice trembling with fear. "Our operations do not require White House approval!!"

He certainly didn't have the president's signature, and nowadays the president is even less likely to sign it.

"Oh, really?"

Ashley gave a mocking smile.

"Then you may have forgotten that this is the United States of America."

"Here, we are protected by U.S. law."

"If you want to force your way in..." Ashley's eyes sharpened as she pointed to the group of students behind her, whose eyes were glowing red, whose bodies were covered in spikes, and who were even already conjuring fireballs.

"...I think my heroes, based on 'qualified immunity,' would be happy to engage in a legitimate act of self-defense."

"You..." Rumlow was speechless with anger.

Rumlow stared intently at Ashley, his finger trembling on the trigger.

But he dared not fire.

This is Wot. Hundreds of drones are broadcasting live overhead.

If he fires, let alone whether he'll be torn to shreds on the spot by those heroes in all sorts of tight-fitting suits.

Tomorrow, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely be torn down by the surging, angry crowd.

"...Retreat! This isn't over!"

Rumlow gritted his teeth and gave the order.

Cheers and jeers erupted from behind.

The convoy turned around and headed back the way it came.

However, when the first armored vehicle drove to the gate of the outer perimeter fence, the gate did not lift.

An elderly, burly man wearing a suit and smoking a cigar slowly walked out and knocked on the car window.

"What are you doing?!" Rumlow rolled down the car window and yelled.

"Parking fee," the burly old man pointed to the sign next to him.

"What?!" Rumlow thought he had misheard.

"Non-internal vehicles and unregistered visitors entering the restricted area are required to pay a land resource occupancy fee," the old man said expressionlessly, pointing to a line of small print on the sign.

Rumlow looked over.

Temporary parking: $500 per minute.

"Are you all insane?!" Rumlow roared. "I'm here to enforce the law! I'm from S.H.I.E.L.D.!!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has to pay too." The burly old man calmly pulled out a timer. "You stayed for a total of 45 minutes, which is $2.25 per vehicle. Credit card or cash?"

"I……"

Rumlow was so angry he almost ripped the steering wheel off.

"If you don't hand it over..." The burly old man pointed ahead, "there are three more riot control barriers and spike strips ahead. Hopefully, you can maneuver them smoothly..."

"Give me the money!!" Rumlow yelled at the agent in the passenger seat.

"Sir... my credit card limit isn't enough..."

"Okay, let's pool our money!! Everyone, take out your wallets!!"

Five minutes later.

After the agents emptied their pockets, the imposing convoy of S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles finally drove away from Vought in silence.

……

Johannesburg, South Africa.

The sun was blazing overhead.

A raid against a terrorist organization has just begun.

Azu hovered in mid-air, having just used his thermal vision to slice through an armored vehicle that was trying to escape.

"Ding!"

A pleasant system notification suddenly rang in his mind.

"System notification: Captain America Steve Rogers detected. Officially registered and joined the Vought Heroes Team! Becoming a contracted hero under the host's name!"

"Special popularity reward: +50000!"

"Special physical enhancement reward: American-style perky butt!"

"Additional effect: When you turn your back to the audience, your charm increases by 50% and the morale of your allies increases by 30%."

Azu was stunned.

He was suspended in mid-air, his whole body stiff.

He let the bullets pierce his chest, clanging and tinkling, but he didn't react at all.

"What the hell?!"

He was internally ranting and raving.

"An American-style perky butt?! System, are you out of your mind?! I risked my life to win over Captain America, and this is what you give me?!"

"Even just a leadership halo would be nice!"

"What's with this 'giving me a butt' thing?! I'm from the motherland! Not from Chengdu!!"

However, the system ignored his roar.

A strange heat surged towards his... lower back.

The feeling was as if two invisible giant hands were meticulously sculpting and energizing his gluteus maximus.

It's tingling, firm, and full of elasticity.

"hiss……"

Ah Zu couldn't help but gasp, his body involuntarily stiffening.

Just then.

"Anthony?!"

Jessica Jones flew in from the flank.

She had just punched a terrorist with a rocket launcher to death, but when she turned around, she saw Ah Zu hanging motionless in the air like a target, being hit by bullets.

"What happened to you?! Are you hurt?!"

Jessica was startled, thinking he had been hit by some new type of weapon, and hurriedly flew to his side.

"Hey! Say something!"

She went around behind Ah Zu to check if there were any wounds on his back.

however.

The moment she lifted her cloak.

Her gaze... froze.

The blue, tight-fitting uniform perfectly covered that area.

That curve.

That tightness.

Jessica's breath hitched for a second.

She claims to have dated countless men on YouTube.