Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Since that's what our own countrymen say..."

"Yes, as long as he's there, there won't be any problems."

"Thank God, we still have Homelanders."

On Twitter, the hashtag #BelieveInHomelander quickly rose to the top of the trending topics, overshadowing #TrialStark.

Azu stood in the center of the flashing lights, enjoying this familiar adoration.

He glanced back at Tony.

Tony looked at him with a complex expression, a mixture of gratitude and awe.

"Thank you," Tony said softly.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that perhaps only the people of his motherland deserved such cheers.

The person I was before was nothing more than a clown trying to attract attention.

"Hint! Popularity points gained: +12138"

"Hint! Popularity points gained: +9097"

……

"...I hereby formally declare that the Avengers cease to exist immediately."

"Smack."

A fair hand pressed the power button on the remote control.

He stared at the black screen, his single eye narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Disband?"

"You think you're worthy to disband it, Stark?"

"I came up with that name. I assembled that team. While you were playing with models in your Malibu mansion, I was drafting the roster. While you were hammering scrap metal in a cave, I was planning the future."

"You're nothing but a self-important tool I've chosen!"

Fury stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"I'm the one who dragged you freaks out one by one from all over the world. I'm the one who gave you a home, a purpose."

"You have no right to dissolve it."

He tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor in one gulp.

"Since you're not going to be an Avenger..."

Fury turned around and coldly stared at the man who was handcuffed and kneeling in the corner of the room.

"...Then I will be the final avenger."

"A brilliant monologue, really. If this had some popcorn and soda, I'd pay for your movie ticket."

John Garrett's hands were cuffed behind his back, and he had several bruises on his face. But this did not affect the calm and composed demeanor of this Level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, or rather, this high-ranking Hydra leader.

Garrett scrutinized the unfamiliar white man before him. He had received counter-interrogation training, yet he still couldn't comprehend the current situation.

Just now, this old white man humiliated him for half an hour in a manner reminiscent of Nick Fury.

"I don't know where you came from, buddy," he grinned, revealing a set of blood-stained teeth, "but the way you talk... it's just like an old friend of mine. You've even mastered that smug arrogance that makes you want to spit in his face."

"You think I'm an imitator?" Fury turned around, walked up to Garrett, and looked down at him.

"What else?" Garrett shrugged. "That guy's a nig, not a redneck."

"...You are just an American mental patient with identity disorder."

Fury didn't speak, he just stared at him coldly.

Just then, a faint sound of footsteps came from the shadows nearby.

A figure wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. tactical uniform walked in.

Garrett looked up and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

That is himself.

Whether it's the meticulously combed slicked-back hair, the signature crooked smile, or even the tiny scratches left from shaving last night, they're all exactly the same.

"Sir," the "Garret" spoke, his voice identical to Garrett's, "the equipment is deployed."

"Very good." Fury nodded.

Garrett walked to the side, and the skin on his face began to ripple like water, green scales appeared, and pointed ears grew out.

A few seconds later, he transformed into a green-skinned Skrull.

Garrett watched this scene, his mind racing.

As a high-ranking leader of Hydra, he knew many secrets, but he never expected it to be like this.

"I see……"

Garrett suddenly realized that he had seen through everything.

"This is your trump card, Fury?" He sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. "To evade capture, you turned yourself white? To regain power, you colluded with aliens?"

"You want to replace the human leadership with these green-skinned monsters, don't you? Just like they're imitating me now? You want to turn Earth into an alien colony, and you'll be the puppet governor?"

"Compared to Hydra, you are the real traitor, the traitor to humanity!"

Fury listened to Garrett's wild imagination with a blank expression, and even poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"You have a vivid imagination, John," he said casually. "If you had used that imagination for good, you might not be the way you are now."

Garrett leaned against the corner of the wall, a mocking smile on his face.

"We're all in intelligence, don't talk to me about morality. Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D., they all have the same goal—order."

"Hydra wants to rule the world in order to establish absolute order."

"And you? You're going to hand over Earth to aliens!"

As Garrett spoke, he subtly flexed his right wrist.

A tiny communication chip was implanted under the skin of his wrist, which can send Morse code through specific muscle contraction frequencies.

Encrypted signals are being sent out silently through this tiny movement.

[Alert: Nick Fury is alive. His appearance has been altered (white male, approximately 50 years old, one-eyed).]

[Alert: Extraterrestrial intervention confirmed. Characteristics: Green skin, capable of perfect shapeshifting and mimicry.]

[Speculation: Fury has betrayed humanity and intends to assist the alien race in controlling its leadership through a "replacement" strategy.]

[Instructions: Everyone, be vigilant of those around you. Re-formulate the special identification code.]

[Ward, wherever you are, your people, use these coordinates as the center to search for clues. We must stop him! For humanity! Long live Hydra!]

Garrett knew he might not survive.

He knew he had to stall for time to get the message out.

We must never let Earth fall into the hands of aliens—that's Hydra's property!

"What? Not saying anything now?" Garrett continued to provoke, his eyes fixed on Fury.

To cover up the subtle movements of his wrist, he deliberately raised his voice.

"Do you think you can wash away your crimes just by changing your appearance?"

"Look outside! Tony Stark has given up! Captain America is filming his game over! Your era is over!"

"You're just an outdated relic abandoned by the times, leading a bunch of alien scum in indulging in wishful thinking about restoration!"

Fury looked at him without showing any sign of anger.

He knew what Garrett was doing; the Skrull next to him was using a receiver to capture signals being transmitted on various frequencies.