Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"What is Project Insight for?" Pierce stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Washington.

"For the sake of order," Sitwell replied as if reciting a memorized script, "through algorithms, predict threats, and eliminate them before they even form."

“That’s right.” Pierce nodded. “Stark, Banner, Steve Rogers… they’re all on the algorithm’s list. They are threats, but… they are predictable threats.”

“But this Homelander…” Pierce’s smile vanished. “He’s not part of the algorithm. He sprang from the rock, he’s incredibly powerful, and he’s now on brotherly terms with the president.”

"He's not threatening the order, Rumlow. He's...establishing his own order."

"So what?" Rumlow scoffed. "He's human too. Humans have weaknesses."

"Oh?" Pierce turned to look at him.

"Weaknesses?" Pierce's voice turned cold. "Brock, report on the results so far?"

Rumlow's smile froze.

"Um... our agent planted backstage at 'The Jimmy Show' was trying to extract saliva from the glass he drank from. The glass 'accidentally' broke before the agent could touch it."

"We sent a Level 7 agent, disguised as an extra on the set of 'Homelander: Origins,' to try and 'bump into' him. Before the actor could even get into his van, his assistant, Ashley, fired him on the spot for allegedly falsifying his resume."

"We even sent our best snipers with specially made 'sampling rounds' to try to scrape a little bit of skin off him."

Pierce scoffed, "As a result, that sniper was vaporized by his thermal vision from two kilometers away. The sniper is still in a mental rehabilitation center, convinced he saw God."

"That bastard..." Sweat beaded on Rumlow's forehead.

"Brock..." Pierce sat back in his chair, his fingers interlaced.

"He can hear our heartbeats, he can see through our bones. He might even be eavesdropping on our conversation right now."

(Meanwhile, Wu Yanzu, who was sunbathing on the beach, suddenly gave the middle finger towards Washington.)

"What do we do, sir?" Sitwell's brow furrowed deeply. "If he finds out about us..."

"Go, Sitwell. Use all our 'assets'. I don't care what methods you use—I need his DNA."

"A single hair, a drop of blood, even a dandruff."

Pierce patted Sitwell on the shoulder. "Even if he really is Superman... we still have to make Kryptonite."

……

"My hair..."

Wu Yanzu was wearing a silk bathrobe and standing in his huge walk-in closet on the top floor of the Starr Building, looking utterly disgusted.

"Ashley!"

"Yes, sir?" His chief assistant, Ashley, rushed in like a gust of wind in her high heels.

"Why?" Ah Zu pointed to the leather sofa. "Why is there... a strand of blonde hair on it that doesn't belong to me?"

Ashley froze, looking closely. "Sir...this...this is your hair!"

"No." Azu's eyes were as cold as ice. "This one... is too thick, and... it's fake."

He picked up the wig with two fingers.

"How many times has this happened this month?" Azu's voice was calm.

Ashley's tablet lit up: "Sir, counting last night's 'female fan' who tried to 'hug' you at the charity gala but was stunned by your custom-made suit... this is the twelfth time."

"Twelve times." Azu laughed.

Even when he was a movie star in his previous life, he had never seen so many crazy "sasaeng fans".

At first, he thought it was just a clumsy probe by S.H.I.E.L.D.

For example, three days ago.

He was "pretending" to work out in the gym at Vought's headquarters to take promotional photos, while a new "cleaner" was clumsily wiping down the equipment next to him.

Azu's X-ray vision easily saw through the military-grade biological sampler in her uniform pocket.

What did he do at that time?

"Sizzle—"

To everyone else, it looked like the cleaner's phone had short-circuited with a "snap".

But from Azu's perspective, it was he who, with a precise thermal vision of 0.01 seconds, melted the sampling box through her uniform, and incidentally burned the phone in her pocket as well.

"Oh my goodness," he said, "gentlemanly" helping the woman up, "it seems your phone isn't very good quality. How about checking out the latest V-Phone from the Water Group?"

The female agent fled in panic.

Ah Zu was already fed up with it.

These "rats"... are so dirty.

He remembered... the faint... stench emanating from inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Ha." Azu laughed, "...It's Hydra. Damn it, I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you've come looking for me instead."

His memories from his past life instantly came together.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.... Damn it, they're all snakes and rats."

"gentlemen?"

"Ashley, what do you think is the most annoying thing about paparazzi and sasaeng fans?" Azu suddenly asked.

"...Uh, got caught by security?"

"No." Azu shook his head. "They hate...spotlights the most."

"I'm fed up with these bitches pulling my hair."

Ashley.

"Yes, sir."

"Find me someone."

……

Two days later, in Los Angeles, a dilapidated Dodge van parked in an alley.

This is the mobile base for "Rising Tide".

Skye, sporting two enormous dark circles under her eyes, was attempting for the nth time to breach a S.H.I.E.L.D. encrypted firewall.

"Damn it! I failed again!" She scratched her hair in frustration, grabbed a can of Water Energy Drink, and gulped it down.

"S.H.I.E.L.D....you bunch of bastards, what are you hiding...?"

"Thump, thump, thump."

Someone was knocking on her car door.

Skye's hair stood on end instantly!

Even homeless people don't want to come to the place where she stopped!

She suddenly grabbed the stun gun from under the seat and aimed it at the car door.

"Who?!"

"A fan who appreciates your talent."

Outside the car door, the voice was gentle, magnetic, and somewhat familiar to her.

Skye, trembling, opened the car door.

The sunlight... was blocked.

The man, dressed in a red and blue uniform with a Stars and Stripes cape hanging down his back, was looking down at her with a smile.

"..."

Skye's brain went blank for three seconds.

"What...fuck?" The stun gun in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Father...Fatherlander?!"

"Hello, Skye." Wu Yanzu's smile was impeccable. "Would you mind if I... came in and sat down? And let me connect to your Wi-Fi while I'm at it."