My sister died tragically, and now I'm a citizen of my motherland, why are you crying?

His voice was soft, yet it silenced everyone.

"The day my sister died, it was Thunder Cop who killed her."

He paused.

"But the one who killed my parents was a monster."

The secret room fell silent.

The live stream room fell silent.

Lin Yuan's voice was completely flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Five years ago, a strange man attacked.

My parents are gone.

He walked up to an iron cage and looked at the half-human, half-wolf monster inside.

"A weirdo won't spare you just because you're a good person."

They won't spare you from killing you just because you didn't provoke them.

They won't spare you just because you have a family, children, or people waiting for you to come home for dinner.

He turned around and faced the camera.

"They are weirdos; they were born evil."

The chat exploded with comments again:

This isn't fair! Some weirdos have never killed anyone!

How do you know they will never kill someone?

How do you know they will definitely kill someone?

Because they are not human.

Does being human preclude the capacity for good and evil?

Lin Yuan ignored the arguments in the live chat.

A red light began to gather in his eyes.

"so--"

His voice was so cold it seemed to come from the deepest hell.

"They don't deserve to live."

Before he could finish speaking...

Two intense, burning gazes shot out from his eyes, sweeping across the iron cages.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Wherever the red light passed, the iron cage was cut open, the walls were melted, and the air was scorched and distorted.

And those strange people—

The first one, a half-human, half-wolf monster, was swept across its body by heat vision. Before it could even let out a scream, its upper body disappeared.

The remaining half of the body lay in the iron cage, the cut charred black, but no blood was flowing because the blood vessels were sealed off by the high temperature in an instant.

The second one... the third one, the fourth one...

One after another.

Lin Yuan stood still, without even moving a step.

His head slowly turned, his heat vision like two laser blades, precisely reaping the lives of every monster.

Some of the strange people were wailing, some were struggling, and some were huddled in corners trying to hide.

But it was no use. Nothing could block the heat vision.

The bars of the iron cage were cut, making a crisp metallic snapping sound.

The walls melted, the concrete turned into flowing magma, dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound.

The air was scorched, oxygen burned at high temperatures, and the sealed room became difficult to breathe.

The entire secret chamber had become a purgatory.

In less than a minute, all twenty-three strange men were dead.

Not one escaped.

Not one survived.

The floor of the sealed room was covered with charred remains and molten metal.

The air was thick with a pungent, acrid smell, a mixture of roasted meat and burnt hair, which was nauseating.

Zhou Min slumped in the corner, covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face.

It wasn't out of sympathy for those strange people, but out of fear.

That pure, primal fear in the face of an irresistible force.

The chat room exploded with comments:

Holy crap... I killed them all...

[Twenty-three strange people, in less than a minute...]

That's too cruel...

[Ruthless? Weren't these weirdos ruthless when they ate people?]

But some eccentric individuals may never have killed anyone...

How do you know? Did you ask them?

He just said that weirdos are born bad. Is that true?

Does it matter whether it's right or wrong? What matters is that he believes it, and that he has the ability to implement it.

Is this what Homelanders are like...?

【No, don't you guys think he went a bit too far?】

Those strange people were locked in cages and had no ability to resist; he just killed them like that?

I'm not saying weirdos shouldn't die, I'm saying... at least give them a chance to be judged?

[Holy Mother, you son of a bitch, old Feng!]

The comments section was buzzing with excitement, while Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze from the screen.

His face was expressionless. There was no anger, no pleasure, not even fatigue. Only a cold calm.

He turned around and looked at Zhou Min.

Zhou Min trembled all over, and her teeth began to chatter.

"Your abilities," Lin Yuan said.

How many people are online right now?

Zhou Min was stunned for a moment, then quickly closed her eyes and let her consciousness drift into the network.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Five hundred thousand... six hundred thousand... and it's still rising."

Lin Yuan nodded.

He walked to the center of the secret room, facing the live-streaming equipment that Zhou Min had set up.

It's actually just a regular laptop.

But thanks to Zhou Min's abilities, its signal was pushed to every live streaming platform in the world.

He spoke to the camera.

"My name is Homelander."

His voice wasn't loud, but every one of the more than 600 million viewers heard it clearly.

"Today, I killed a middleman and twenty-three strange men."

He paused.

"Tomorrow, I will kill even more."

at the same time.

Jiangcheng Heroes Association Headquarters, Top Floor Conference Room.

Zhao Tiangang's face turned ashen.

On the screen in front of him, footage from Homelander's live stream was playing.

The video had ended, but the comments were still scrolling wildly, densely covering the entire screen.

The conference room was full of people, but no one dared to speak.

"Can anyone tell me?"

Zhao Tiangang's voice was terrifyingly low, "What exactly is going on?!"

No one answered.

"I'm asking you a question!"

He slammed his hand on the table, leaving a dent in the alloy surface.

"The black market has been shut down, Han Dong is dead, all twenty-three strange men have been killed, and the whole world knows about it!"

Tell me, how am I supposed to explain this to my superiors?!

Sun Mingyuan, the head of the intelligence department, pushed up his glasses and forced himself to speak:

"President, we've already sent people to the black market... but..."

"but?"

Zhao Tiangang raised his voice, "What I want is a solution, not an excuse!"

Sun Mingyuan shut his mouth.

Vice President Fang Wanqing took a deep breath and said:

"President, the most crucial thing right now is not the black market, but public opinion."

The number of viewers for Homelander's live stream has exceeded one million and is still growing rapidly.

The internet is flooded with insults against us. If we don't control public opinion as soon as possible...

"How do you control it?"

Zhao Tiangang sneered, "Which of the things he said was false?"

Tell me, which statement is false?

Fang Wanqing was speechless.

Zhao Tiangang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Are Homelanders still on the black market?

Sun Mingyuan quickly checked the tablet in his hand and nodded:

"According to our surveillance, he has not yet left the black market area."

Zhao Tiangang narrowed his eyes.

"He's still on the black market..."

He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Relay my orders."

Everyone straightened their backs.

"Contact Ironwall, Illusionist, and Gale immediately."

"Send them to the black market immediately."

Fang Wanqing's expression changed: "President, are we going to the black market now?"

"Precisely because he's on the black market, now is the best opportunity!" Zhao Tiangang interrupted her.

"The black market is underground, and the space is cramped, so he can't fly, and the power of his thermal vision will also be limited."

Iron Wall's defense can withstand his attacks, Illusionist can disrupt his perception, and Gale's speed can be used for surprise attacks.

With three people working together, they're not without a chance of winning!

He paused, his eyes turning cold.

"Moreover, if we let him leave the black market and return to the surface, he will be even more difficult to deal with."

He's still down there; this is our only chance.

Fang Wanqing wanted to say something more, but Zhao Tiangang had already made his decision.

"Tell them to kill the Homelanders at all costs."

"Whoever kills him, I'll personally petition the higher-ups to appoint him as the vice president of the Jiangcheng Heroes Association!"

The conference room erupted in uproar.

Vice President – ​​that's a position many people dream of.

But no one dared to speak.

Because everyone knows that killing Homelander isn't something that can be done with a reward.

That man just killed twenty-three monsters in less than a minute.

That man, in front of the live broadcast camera and 600 million people, pronounced the death sentence on the Hero Association.

That man...

not human.

Fang Wanqing gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked out of the conference room.

Zhao Tiangang sat in a chair, looking out the window at the brightly lit city.

"Homelanders..."

He muttered to himself.

"You think you've won?"

"You think exposing the black market and killing a few monsters will bring down the Hero Association?"

"dream."

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

"I'll show you that you can't shake us alone."