Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

He spread his arms, stirring up the emotions around him.

"Do you all understand now? These older generation heroes have long lost their fighting spirit! Ever since Homelander disappeared, they've become cowards! They've gotten used to hiding under Vought's protection and don't dare to go out and fight the real monsters!"

These highly provocative words instantly ignited the anger of another group of people in the hall.

"Shut your stinking mouth! You rookie who only knows how to show off in front of the camera!"

These people all grew up listening to the legendary stories of Captain America, and they joined VGD as loyal fans because they admired the older generation of heroes.

In their eyes, Captain America is not to be desecrated.

"If it weren't for Captain America and Iron Man holding the line, someone like you would have been crushed by aliens in the Battle of New York! What right do you have to bark like a dog here?!"

A hero with the ability to manipulate air currents suddenly shoved him and shouted.

"What? Want to fight?!" The fire-fisted man crossed his arms, flames dancing in his palms.

"You?"

An Asian hero stepped forward, and with a "whoosh," spikes burst forth from his body. He spoke with disdain:

"Who do you think you are? Today I'll teach you what it means to respect your elders!!"

The argument quickly escalated into insults, and the heroes in the hall were clearly divided into three groups.

Two groups were hurling insults at each other, while the other group watched the spectacle unfold.

"Have you had enough?!" Tony roared, his armor instantly covering his body, and his palm cannons began to charge.

Sudden.

"Gi——————!!!"

An extremely sharp high-frequency sound wave exploded without warning in the communication headsets of every superhero!

"ah!!!"

"Damn it! My ears!"

One second the superheroes were pushing and shouting at each other, the next second they all covered their ears in pain and collapsed to their knees with weak legs.

After the short, sharp whistling of the sound waves stopped, only heavy breathing remained in the hall.

"Da, da, da."

SkyNet walked in, her face as cold as ice, her high heels clicking on her heels.

Everyone looked up in shock.

Seeing the Skynet appear, everyone understood whose handiwork it was.

But no one dared to act recklessly in front of this woman.

"It seems that the half-hour of free discussion has not improved anyone's understanding at all."

SkyNet's voice was gentle and moving, but no one dared to underestimate the authority in her words.

In today's VGD, Skynet's prestige is second only to Lost Homelander.

She controls the entire VGD operating system; everyone's performance evaluation, salary distribution, rewards and punishments must be assessed and allocated by her.

The smart terminal on each hero is her intelligent clone.

Moreover, many young heroes, after experiencing trauma, have regained their direction under the meticulous psychological guidance of Skynet.

In their eyes, Skynet is not only their superior, but also their mentor and parent.

Miss Skynet's gaze swept over the young heroes who were making the most noise, as if it were a tangible object.

"This is Vought Global Defense, not a fraternity club for you to vent your personal heroism. Every suit you wear, every penny in your account, belongs to Vought."

"You guys."

Skynet was pointing at those troublemakers.

"Tomorrow, proceed to Training Ground 5 and report to Instructor Steve Rogers for a two-week tactical discipline training assessment."

Skynet's words leave no room for negotiation.

"Those who fail the assessment will have their hero status revoked and will be stripped of all resources and privileges granted by the Vought Group. Go back to where you came from."

The hall was completely silent.

Those troublemakers who had just been clamoring to cross the Atlantic were now as deflated as punctured balloons.

Cancel your hero status? That would mean losing your high salary, mansion, and fans, and turning back into a street freak.

No one dared to voice their opposition, because they knew that Skynet never joked around.

They approached Steve dejectedly, heads drooping, looking just like criminals awaiting punishment.

Once the hall had completely quieted down, Skynet continued to announce its instructions.

"I know you have all seen the videos online, and witnessed the atrocities committed by the Federation of Humanity."

"But the core of VGD's strategy is not to launch a meaningless charge, but to safeguard the survival of all human civilization!"

SkyNet brought up a holographic screen, displaying a huge map of North America in front of everyone.

"From this moment forward, all registered heroes of VGD are incorporated into the border defense force!"

"President Ellis has issued an executive order that the United States will open all ports of entry along its northern and southern borders and east and west coasts to unconditionally accept refugees fleeing the Federation of Humanity!"

SkyNet's finger slammed down on the map.

"Your mission is to go to the border! Establish a border defense! Protect innocent civilians who cross the border from being hunted down!"

"Any human federal armed force attempting to cross the U.S. border will be killed on the spot, without warning!"

She looked around the room and began to imitate Ah Zu's tone and mannerisms.

"The outside world is already hell. What we need to do is make this place a paradise on this planet!"

"Here, Walter is humanity's last line of defense!"

"Redemption proves your worth far more than mere killing. Go and prove to the world that the heroes of Walter are their last hope!"

These words reignited a different kind of sense of honor in the young people whose enthusiasm had just been extinguished.

Tony Stark narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Skynet standing on the high platform. He turned and exchanged a glance with Steve.

The tragic state of the Human Federation is used to highlight the greatness of the "pure land" of Vought.

The way Skynet thinks is exactly the same as that of the missing blond megalomaniac.

The instruction has been issued.

The entire VGD system began operating at an alarming rate.

Hundreds of superheroes quickly boarded Nightingale fighters bound for various locations, the roar of their engines echoing through the night sky.

The fighter jet formation sped towards the U.S. border like a swarm of bees.

……

Meanwhile, within the human federation, the situation was exactly as Nick Fury had predicted. Fueled by the video, the flames of resistance were spreading like wildfire across the globe.

Countless people, carrying homemade Molotov cocktails and improvised weapons, stormed the federal government office building.

On the streets, workers overturned federal transport trucks loaded with supplies and used shipping containers to build high barricades.

The people roared and howled, charging with their flesh and blood against the defenses made of steel and guns.

However, the reality is cruel.

In front of a defensive line on the outskirts of Paris.

Federal army armored vehicles lined up in a row, their heavy machine guns pointed at the surging crowd ahead.

A human lieutenant stood beside the command vehicle, looking at his fellow countrymen in front of him, who were holding banners and filled with anger. His hand holding the walkie-talkie trembled slightly.

"Sir..." the lieutenant looked at a major beside him, "That's fake, right? That video... Our government can't be aliens."

The "major" turned around and said sternly, "Of course it's fake, lieutenant."

His words were devoid of emotion: "That was a fabricated video by America to split the Federation. Those people in front of me have been brainwashed; they are thugs, they are rebels. The laws of the Federation cannot be trampled upon."

"But they don't have any heavy weapons..."

"Execute the order, Lieutenant! Or do you want your wife and mother to go to Siberia to burn stones tomorrow?" The major coldly revealed his trump card.

The lieutenant was startled, remembering his mother who suffered from asthma.

According to federal policy, as long as he serves in the military, his immediate family members are exempt from forced labor and receive additional rations.

He had no other choice.

The lieutenant closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the struggle in his eyes had been replaced by the instinct for survival.

He picked up the walkie-talkie.

"All personnel...fire!"