Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

A tall figure walked through the middle of the assault team and stepped to the front.

She was a bald woman with blue skin, black eyes, and a slender figure, wearing a tight-fitting dark blue Vought tactical suit.

In the past month, this blue-skinned woman, who had just joined the Vought Group, single-handedly destroyed three criminal organizations headed by supervillains with her efficient and ruthless violent aesthetics, making a great name for herself in Vought.

Her name is Nebula, but people are more used to calling her by another name—the famous Ms. V.

"Surrender," Nebula said coldly. "According to the Wartime Emergency Act, you are hereby formally arrested for attempting to transfer core assets and fund hostile forces. Your assets have been fully confiscated."

"Fuck Ellis Act! Fuck Vought!"

This financial oligarch, who was used to deciding the fate of thousands of people with just a few words, now had a distorted face, screaming loudly with fear and anger.

"I'm a major taxpayer in this country! I support those politicians! You can't touch me!"

He pointed at Nebula and the others, roaring hoarsely at the bodyguards blocking his way, "Shoot! Kill this blue-skinned monster! Kill them! I'll pay you five million dollars each!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

More than a dozen well-trained private bodyguards immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The muzzles of the submachine guns and automatic pistols spewed out explosive tongues of fire.

A dense hail of bullets swept toward Nebula and the five assault team members.

But in Nebula's eyes, the muzzle flashes looked like clumps of slowly expanding cotton.

Those high-speed flying warheads are nothing more than slowly moving metal peanuts.

In the eyes of the bodyguards, Nebula's figure suddenly blurred, turning into a series of elusive blue afterimages.

The bullets fired at her all pierced the air, hitting the valuable oil paintings and antique vases behind her, scattering fragments everywhere.

Not just nebulae.

The five Vought Commandos also vanished into blurry afterimages.

This is the most powerful single-soldier add-on mass-produced by Vought Applied Technology, and S.A.R. Stein is at work.

The five assault team members, like five black lightning bolts, instantly cut into the bodyguards' formation.

This was a one-sided crushing victory, without even the need for the use of firearms.

"Snap!"

"Bang!"

The assault team's tactical movements were clean and efficient: wrists snapped, abdomens struck with knees, and jaws elbowed.

Just two seconds.

When the flow of time in S.A.W.S. returns to normal.

More than a dozen well-equipped private bodyguards were lying on the ground, unconscious or groaning in pain.

Nebula stepped over the spent cartridge cases and bodies scattered on the ground, grabbed the King of Wall Street by the collar of his suit, and lifted him up like a chick.

"Now, you only have one choice. Hand over all the money, or I'll crush your bones inch by inch."

"You...you can't do this..." His face was deathly pale, and a foul smell of urine emanated from his crotch. His previous arrogance had vanished completely.

……

After realizing that force could not overcome the problem, these capitalists began to secretly manipulate the news media under their control, spreading conspiracy theories about the Vought Group on the internet and television.

"Tyranny! This is the restoration of fascism!"

"The Vought International Group is attempting to control the U.S. government!"

"This so-called threat of war is nothing but a lie orchestrated by Vought; they want to establish a superhero dictatorship!"

The overwhelming smear reports attempted to incite uninformed people to oppose the new policies.

However, in the era of the Internet, Skynet has demonstrated a despair-inducing ability to suppress public opinion.

Those media outlets and online trolls who are frantically jumping up and down online, trying to smear Walter and the new policy.

They were devastated to discover that their media company's servers crashed instantly, and the accounts of their online trolls were banned immediately.

They even donated all the money in their private accounts to government donation boxes, causing their once comfortable lives to plummet to the brink of ruin.

Even more painful is that their identity accounts are blacklisted by the government, and any company that hires them will be subject to hefty fines.

Within hours, the previously unknown scandals of the financial magnates who were manipulating things behind the scenes were exposed in an overwhelming manner.

The records of visits to Caocao Island, shocking uncensored videos, and even ledgers showing transactions with XX organizations.

Skynet rips away the fig leaf of these capitalists, exposing their dirtiest and most vile side nakedly to the world.

Under the dual blows of violent suppression and media exposure.

Those once-arrogant tycoons were utterly powerless in this purge led by the Vought Group. Their enormous wealth, accumulated over many years, became the best fuel for human advancement.

This is completely different from the wailing and howling of capitalists.

Ordinary people in the lower and middle classes experienced a kind of jubilation they had never felt before during this upheaval.

"Oh my god! Did you see the news? That bastard banker who's always on TV advocating for welfare cuts got grabbed by the neck and thrown into a police car by Walter's hero! The way he peed his pants was hilarious!"

In a working-class bar in Brooklyn, New York, people held up cheap beers, watched the images on the television screen, and erupted in deafening cheers.

"Well done! We should have confiscated all of these vampires' money long ago!"

What delighted the public even more was the massive number of job opportunities and extremely generous compensation brought about by the "Ellis New Deal".

Steel mills, machine shops, and electronic component assembly lines across the United States that were taken over by Wot were hiring like crazy.

Outside the factory, tens of thousands of blue-collar workers lined up. They clutched their newly filled-out job application forms, their faces beaming with undisguised excitement.

"My God, did you see the salary on the job posting?" A burly man in a worn-out denim jacket patted the guy in front of him on the shoulder, spitting as he spoke. "The hourly wage is three times what it used to be! And it includes medical insurance! The people from the Water Group said that if you can start immediately, you'll get half a month's salary in advance!"

"Not just here, but steel mills in Pittsburgh and aircraft assembly lines in Seattle are all up and running." The guy in front of me clutched his resume tightly, nodding vigorously. "The news says the country has entered a state of emergency, but I don't care about any state of emergency. All I know is that my daughter's tuition for next month is covered."

Nobody cares about the life or death of those tycoons.

In this world, the vast majority of ordinary people struggle to make ends meet every day. The yachts and private jets of oligarchs are too far out of reach for them, while bread on the table and three times their salary are within their reach.

"Do you know whose credit this is?" a muscular man shouted from the crowd.

The crowd quieted down and looked at him.

"It's Homelander." The burly man pointed to Homelander's portrait on the GG sign by the roadside. "I heard from Walter's recruiter that the foundation of this Ellis New Deal is a plan Homelander left behind before he even went to space. He knew all along that those capitalists couldn't be trusted. He arranged everything for us!"

Long live the people of our motherland!

"A beacon for humanity!"

"God bless our motherland! We are waiting for him to come home on Earth!"