Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

While the Skrulls were engrossed in a vain miracle.

On the other side of this planet.

As the instigator, Azu was completely immersed in a completely different art style.

San Francisco, California.

Feel the Pacific breeze, carrying the salty and sun-kissed scent, as you pass through the vermilion suspension cables of the Golden Gate Bridge and along the winding Lombard Street.

Ah Zu sat comfortably in a wicker chair under a parasol at an open-air cafe, sipping an iced Americano.

Looking at the bustling tourists on the street, the wandering singers carrying guitars, and the children chasing pigeons, he let out a comfortable sigh.

During the days that Azu disappeared from the public eye, the Water Group operated smoothly under Jessica's management.

The popularity value is also continuously flowing into the system every day from the massive amount of remembrance, prayer and worship.

Looking at the steadily increasing numbers, Azu deeply understood the saying: distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Sometimes, a tragic savior whose fate is uncertain can reap more emotional value from people than a superhero who flies around in the sky every day.

Since the company didn't need his attention and he didn't need to cultivate popularity, Ah Zu decided to take a long vacation.

He used the "Widow's Veil Type II" nano-camouflage mask, the latest technology developed by the Wotech Group.

This thing is far more advanced than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s old relics. It can not only perfectly simulate the direction of facial bones and muscles, but also change the color of the pupils and the frequency of the vocal cords.

At this moment, Azu had lost his blond hair, fair skin, and deep blue eyes.

He now has a typical Eastern face, with black hair and black eyes, soft facial contours, but very three-dimensional features. He has a friendly demeanor but also a subtle sharpness.

It was exactly what Wu Yanzu looked like before he transmigrated.

To enhance the immersive experience, he also proactively used the system's [Basic Ability Assist Regulator] to lock his power at about 2 to 3 times that of an ordinary person.

"Ordinary tranquility can sometimes be a kind of enjoyment." After finishing the last sip of his coffee, Ah Zu got up, left a stack of hundred-dollar bills on the table as a tip, and walked towards a silver-gray supercar parked on the side of the road.

The Pagani Zonda's streamlined carbon fiber body gleams in the California sun.

As for the price, it's worthless to the boss of the Wot Group; it's just a toy.

But in the ordinary world, it's worth thirty million US dollars.

Azur opened the car door, accompanied by the beastly roar of the V12 engine, and merged into the traffic of San Francisco to continue enjoying his twilight road trip.

However, in this world, while some people enjoy heavenly comforts, others inevitably experience hellish torment.

At an intersection less than three blocks from Azu.

A dilapidated 1972 Ford van is struggling to climb a steep hill in San Francisco.

In the driver's seat sat a man who looked lost and disheveled, with a full beard.

Scott Lang.

A master's degree in electrical engineering, and... an unemployed man who has just been released from prison.

If some people say life is a comedy movie, then Scott feels that his life is definitely a disaster movie full of dark comedy.

Moreover, today's episode is definitely the most awful one in his disaster movie.

Not long ago, he was ruthlessly kicked out of Baskin-Robbins by the manager for concealing his criminal record.

"Basloughlin always finds the truth, man," that's what that damn manager said.

Yes, he has a criminal record.

In this society, once you're labeled a "criminal," even if you have a master's degree in electrical engineering, even if you're smarter than all the technical managers in the company, you're only fit to work in an ice cream shop serving ice cream scoops.

He couldn't even keep this lowly job.

But what broke his heart even more than losing his job was what had just happened.

Today is his daughter's birthday, his beloved little peanut.

He happily brought the adorably ugly plush toy to her birthday party, hoping to spend an unforgettable day with her.

Cathy liked it very much; it was his only comfort.

However, his ex-wife Maggie, and his current husband, that arrogant and condescending police officer, ruthlessly kicked him out.

"You can't even afford child support, Scott." Maggie's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife. "Once you find a job, rent a place, and pay your child support, we'll talk about visitation rights, okay?"

"Now, please leave."

Scott wanted to argue back, to loudly proclaim that he had a master's degree in electrical engineering and that he was a smart man.

But when the words reached his lips, only bitterness remained.

Yes, he was a genius, but he was also a thief who spent three years in San Quentin State Prison.

A loser who can't find any decent job in this society and has to carefully budget even for a donut.

"Damn it..."

Scott's eyes reddened, and his vision blurred with tears.

Louis told him yesterday about a "big deal," an opportunity to make a lot of money.

Scott wanted to refuse, as he had sworn to give up his life of crime for Cathy.

But now, faced with the harsh reality, his resolve began to waver.

"Am I destined to be a thief for the rest of my life?"

As he pondered this painfully, he absentmindedly pressed the accelerator and turned at a busy intersection.

Just then, the traffic light ahead suddenly turned red.

Ahead, a sleek, luxuriously gleaming supercar elegantly stopped at the zebra crossing.

When Scott snapped out of his grief and saw the taillights of the sports car so close by, his mind went completely blank.

"Oh, shit! No, no, no! Stop! Stop right now!"

Scott slammed on the brakes of the beat-up bread truck.

With a screeching sound, the wrecked bread cart's braking system was clearly not working properly, and it continued to slide forward.

"Bang—Crack!!!"

A dull, loud bang.

The van's bumper slammed into the rear of the supercar that looked incredibly expensive.

Scott's body lurched forward due to inertia, and the seatbelt tightened painfully in his chest.

"Cough cough...cough..."

Scott clutched his chest, coughed a few times, and felt his head buzzing.

When he came to his senses, he looked through the smoke-filled windshield and saw what he had hit.

He felt like the sky had fallen.

The exaggerated carbon fiber rear wing, the quad exhaust pipes, and the "Pagani" logo on the rear of the car, which is still clearly visible despite being dented from the impact.

As someone who used to be a high-income earner, he certainly knew what the car in front of him meant.

A conservative estimate is twenty to thirty million US dollars!

And he crashed into this moving work of art!

"Jesus Christ... God, kill me! Strike me with lightning right now!"