Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Da da da da da da—!"

Gunfire erupted.

The dense hail of bullets swept down the civilians at the forefront like wheat being harvested.

Blood spread across their faces, and screams drowned out the shouts.

Similar scenes are playing out all over the world.

A small number of conscious human soldiers, condemned by their conscience, chose to defect, but were quickly and mercilessly shot down by the Skrull officers and their detachment.

The vast majority of soldiers, either unaware of the truth or, in order to protect their families, could only grit their teeth and point their guns at their compatriots.

Such brutal bloodshed occurred frequently in various cities of the Human Federation.

Under the shadow of fear, countless people chose to take risks, attempting to cross the blockade and reach the country protected by superheroes.

……

Texas, on the US-Mexico border, the scorching sun beats down on the cracked earth.

At this moment, this desert is densely packed with refugees from all over South America, who have brought their families with them.

Behind them, an armed convoy painted with the insignia of the Federation of Humanities was kicking up clouds of dust as it pursued them relentlessly.

The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles had already begun spitting fire, bullets kicking up plumes of smoke on the sand beneath the refugees' feet.

"Mommy! I can't run anymore!" A seven or eight-year-old girl fell on the sand and cried out.

Her mother desperately shielded her with her body, watching the armored vehicle approach, and closed her eyes to await death.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, a streak of fireball light plummeted from the sky from north to south, crashing heavily in front of the armored vehicle.

Angela, a fiery woman, stood like an ancient fire god, miraculously blocking the little girl's path.

"You've crossed the line, die!"

Angela let out a cold shout and pushed her hands forward.

A high-temperature column of fire, more than two meters in diameter, erupted from his palm and struck the armored vehicle directly.

"laugh--!"

Under temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees Celsius, the alloy armor, along with the Federation soldiers inside, was visibly melted into a pool of boiling steel.

This breathtaking scene stopped the fleeing refugees from screaming, and they stared in disbelief at the hero who had descended from the sky.

at the same time.

Dozens of figures descended from the sky one after another.

They charged into the federal army's armored formation like tigers among sheep.

In just five minutes.

The federal pursuit force, which attempted to massacre refugees, was utterly wiped out by Vought's heroes.

The battle is over.

Angela turned around and walked over to the little girl who was sitting blankly on the ground.

She extinguished the flames on her body, and using the standard posture she had been trained countless times at Walter, she knelt down on one knee and hugged the little girl.

"Don't be afraid, child. You're home."

The little girl looked at him, and the fear in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a pilgrimage-like worship.

Thousands of refugees watched those superheroes standing amidst the smoke and fire, finally realizing they had escaped hell.

It's unclear who started it, but the refugees all knelt down on the yellow earth, embracing each other and weeping bitterly.

"Thank God! Thank Walter!"

"You are true angels! You have saved us!"

Cries of gratitude echoed across the border.

All of this was meticulously recorded by cameras from major U.S. media outlets deployed along the border, and broadcast live globally in real time.

……

Inside the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco.

A series of notifications about the increase in popularity points flashed through Azu's mind again.

Although it wasn't much compared to before, every little bit counts, and Ah Zu didn't mind at all.

However, border rescues have always been few and far between.

Bloody images of federal troops massacring civilians and suppressing riots in the streets were constantly broadcast on every channel.

As he watched the civilians being shot down like ants, the anger in his eyes grew.

Azu turned off the TV and looked through the glass at the distant horizon.

After two days of thinking, a brand new script has basically taken shape in his mind.

Although time was short and it wasn't perfect, it's sufficient to handle the current situation.

He connected to the dedicated line with Skynet.

"Skynet".

"I'm here, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I have a new script here...you can arrange it..."

……

The headquarters of the Federation of Humanities, inside the Presidential Office.

Pagon was giving a detailed report to Gravik on the current state of the Federation.

"General, in the past forty-eight hours, more than three hundred large-scale strikes and armed uprisings have broken out around the world."

"Although we have carried out a strong crackdown through the military under our control, the situation has not eased. Resistance forces continue to emerge. The shutdown rate of our super factories has reached over 80%."

Gravik listened and then gave a dismissive snort.

"They're just a bunch of inferior beings who can't accept reality and are raging in a state of impotence."

"It doesn't matter how many humans die. If one batch dies, just catch the next batch. This planet has no shortage of these kinds of animals."

At this moment, several Skrull confidants and high-ranking officials in the meeting room exchanged glances.

One of the Skrull executives in charge of industrial development stood up and spoke.

"General, your authority is beyond question."

The official expressed a different opinion in a sincere tone.

"But we must admit that during this period of rule, we discovered a remarkable fact."

"Although humans are physically weak, their work capacity and creativity are exceptionally outstanding, far exceeding our expectations."

"As long as we continue to enslave them through relatively stable high-pressure policies, making them work for us, our interstellar warships and interstellar space stations will soon be completed, and the Skrull civilization will soon regain its former glory, perhaps even more powerful than before."

Another senior executive in charge of logistics echoed this sentiment:

"Yes, General. But if this unrestrained bloodshed continues, the human population will drastically decrease, and there will be a severe labor shortage. This would be extremely detrimental to our grand plans."

Pagon picked up the conversation at just the right moment, expressing his agreement.

"General, I think they have a point," Pagon analyzed with a serious expression. "Simply relying on bloodshed to suppress the riots may solve the immediate problem, but it won't destroy the will to resist deep within humanity. This prolonged internal strife will greatly slow down the rise of the Skrull Empire. We need a solution that will solve the problem once and for all."

The other Skrull leaders nodded in agreement, unanimously agreeing with Pagon's statement.

Gravik's gaze swept across the faces of his capable subordinates.

Looking at these subordinates who were offering advice and suggestions for the rise of the Skrull Empire.

I am very pleased.

"A permanent solution? What are your thoughts, Pagon?"

Pagon smiled slightly, encouraging him to continue.