Homelander Comics

"America is fine, sitting on two oceans. We don't know when the problem will develop to our country. Tony, have you ever thought about this problem - that is, our Arab friends can only drink desalinated seawater, how will they survive in the future?"

Tony lived in Bengbu.

Indeed, Japan's actions have caused limited damage to the United States, but for our Arab friends... it is a fatal blow.

Seawater desalination equipment cannot filter out radioactive elements.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Bai Ye lit a cigarette and said, "Last night, my stupid Ou Doudou Harry put on a mecha to fight a super villain, and he turned over as soon as he appeared."

"What's wrong? Did you lose?" Tony also became interested: "I was saying that your Ivan Vanko's skills weren't good enough. He copied my mecha, but now he's down as soon as he shows up. His true form is revealed, right? How about I help you upgrade and modify the mecha you use in the future?"

"It's not the problem of the mecha itself, but the problem of the enemy." Bai Ye sighed and said, "The opponent he met last night was a villain codenamed Electro. His ability is electrical. Although his strength is not as strong as Doctor Doom, his body can be energized. He directly broke through the defense of the iron armor and attacked the driver inside the armor."

"what?"

The wine in Tony's mouth sprayed out. He didn't have time to wipe his mouth and asked hurriedly:

"So your brother is not dead?"

"No." Bai Ye said, "His body has also been strengthened by the Extremis virus, so it's not that easy to kill him. But the weakness of the Iron Man armor technology is now in front of us, and we must not leave it alone. Tony, you have to stand up and think of a way to deal with the elemental super villain and the invasion of the Iron Man armor."

Tony pondered for a moment and said, "I know about this. I also have an idea about how to upgrade. Give me some time, and I should be able to develop technology to counter elementalization. Hmm... electromagnetic protection can be used."

"It's good that you know what's going on." Bai Ye took a sip of ice wine and said, "There are some other problems. Harry's experience reminded me that in addition to the elemental ability, the steel armor must also defend against mental attacks. For example, the old bald guy in Xavier College has extremely strong mental power. He doesn't need to defeat your armor. He can use his thoughts to penetrate matter and directly act on your brain."

"OK, I'll think about how to defend myself mentally..."

"Oh, and there's Magneto, the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants. His power acts directly on metal. If your Iron Armor encounters that, it would be a disaster. So you have to invent anti-magnetic technology."

"This……"

"Also, as I told you before, there are magicians in this world, and your iron armor has no magic resistance. What should you do if you encounter a magician? You have to find a way to invent anti-magic technology. Think about it, if a magician casts a spell and turns you into an animal, a tree, or stops your time, will your iron armor be of any use no matter how powerful it is?"

"Fuck you!" Tony was a dog-faced man, and he got angry on the spot: "What do you think I am? You're treating me like a donkey. You've come up with so many things, and you want me to solve them for you at the same time? I can't do that even if you work yourself to death! You figure it out, I won't accompany you anymore!"

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He put on his clothes and left in a hurry.

"Tsk, what a tsundere!"

Bai Ye shook the wine glass leisurely, not in a hurry at all.

Because he knew that the person who should be anxious was Tony himself.

With this guy's pride, it would be strange if he didn't feel uncomfortable when he suddenly found out that the iron armor, his most proud work in his life, actually had so many things that could restrain him.

He said that he would let Bai Ye figure it out on his own, but how could he possibly want to rely on Bai Ye to solve the problem?

Next, this guy will probably have to go home and work overtime to come up with ways to deal with mental attacks, soul attacks, and magical attacks.

Bai Ye did not put all his hopes on solving the problems of magic resistance and mental resistance on the symbiote's colonized armor, but he could try and see if Tony could solve the problem with scientific methods.

After parting with Tony, it was already dusk. Seeing that it was time to get off work, Bai Ye went to the office building of Tianmei Studio to pick up Wendy after work.

In the car.

“Have the funds arrived in your account?”

"Already arrived."

Wendy was so excited that she rushed to Bai Ye in the car, hugged him and kissed him fiercely:

"Thank you."

"Just a verbal thank you?"

Wendy smiled charmingly: "Isn't that enough?"

"Well... it's barely enough."

Bai Ye touched Wendy's hair that was rising and falling and smiled faintly. As expected, hard work will not be in vain and hard work will eventually pay off.

Chapter 226 Brother Jie doesn’t want it

Wait until Bai Ye and Wendy's car arrives home.

Wendy got out of the car.

She was close to collapse, her whole body was weak, her mouth and tongue were numb, and her hands were so tired that she could hardly lift them.

"Young man, you lack exercise. You look so weak." Bai Ye shook his head and stepped forward to support Wendy.

Wendy looked at Bai Ye with resentment and shook her right wrist fiercely.

Well, she twisted it too much and sprained it.

There was no other way. Bai Ye's body was so strong that Wendy couldn't deal with it just by saying thank you verbally. She could only use all her skills.

……

"Boom! Boom!"

In a training room that has a very 1940s and 1950s feel, a blond, blue-eyed man with a perky butt is hitting a sandbag frantically.

It is the old popsicle who has been sleeping in the Arctic Ocean for 70 years, Captain America Steve Rogers.

He slept for too long, causing him to be completely out of touch with this era. Everything he once was familiar with had turned to ashes, and even his former friends were almost all dead.

Even though he was Captain America, he couldn't help but feel confused at this moment.

He could no longer find the meaning of his existence.

The emptiness and void in his heart tore at his heart, so that he could only rely on constant exercise and sports to secrete endorphins to find a moment of pleasure and tranquility.

"boom--!"

With his last powerful punch, the sandbag was blown up by him.

Having been injected with super soldier serum, his strength is not something a sandbag can withstand.

He wiped the sweat off his face, picked up a sandbag that was piled up nearby, and hung it up.

"You have insomnia?"

A black boiled egg head appeared in the training room and spoke.

Rogers looked over and saw a nigger…man.

He sighed inwardly, time really passed by fast. In the World War II when he participated, the negroes... no, blacks, had equal status in name, but their actual status was still quite low, like pollutants. They were still separated from the white people and did not eat, train, fight or camp together. The status of black soldiers was even worse than that of German prisoners of war - German prisoners of war could share the same drinking water with American soldiers, but blacks could not and could only use the drinking water in specially set up isolation equipment.

Oh, not to mention the German prisoners of war, the blacks were even worse than the Jews who were widely ostracized at the time.

Now, the niggers have turned over. There is a "Black Lives Matter" movement in America, and a nigger has become the leader in charge. The Jews have also developed into a Jewish consortium, and have become the superiors. On the contrary, ordinary Americans have been trampled underfoot.

"I've slept for 70 years, sir. I think I've had enough sleep."

"Then maybe you should go out and take a look at the scenery, relax yourself and don't be so tense, soldier." Nick Fury said.

"When I was asleep, the world was still at war. When I woke up, they said the war was won, but they didn't say what we lost." Rogers originally went to participate in World War II with the belief of justice and the people, but now he finds that it seems that America at this time... is completely different from what he imagined.

The rich live in luxury and the poor have no place to live.

This is not right!

Because he was a poor man at the beginning, a poor man who grew up in Brooklyn. He went to the war so that other people would not have to live the same life as he did when he was a child. Now he finds out... this life is even worse than the one he lived when he was a child!

Nick Fury also knows that Rogers resists this era, but...America needs him now.

"We have been making mistakes all along, some of which are still being repeated today. With all due respect, America is indeed somewhat lost now. This is exactly what is needed, Captain Rogers, for people like you to step up and lead America back on the right path."

"Your tone is very similar to our commander at the time." Rogers glanced at him and said, "He was gentle and kind to the black soldiers, and then used an impassioned speech to coax the black soldiers' blood to boil, and then sent them to the front line. Then the commander restrained his smile and ordered the artillery in the rear to fire at them, killing them and the enemy together."

Nick Fury: "..."

Were his ancestors actually bullied like this by those bastards?

"Just tell me, what new mission is there?" Rogers untied the bandage on his hand.

Although he was extremely wary of the black man in front of him, as an American soldier, he was accustomed to following the orders of his superiors and carrying out missions amidst hail of bullets. Perhaps... doing missions could help him temporarily cover up the emptiness in his heart better than hitting sandbags?

"Captain Rogers, the world needs you to save it."

Nick Fury handed Rogers a document.

"Black Superman?"

Rogers looked at the front page of the document and said:

"You mean the characters in the comics?"

"No, he is a black Superman who has the same power as Superman but does not have Superman's moral values. He is a free-spirited black Superman." Nick Fury said: "If he wants to, he can sink New York in a minute. He is an extremely dangerous person."

"So the mission you gave me is to deal with him?" Rogers looked at Nick Fury with an expression that said, "Sir, I think the success rate might be higher if you do it yourself."

Benboerba, are you going to get rid of Tang Seng and his disciples?

If I can kill Black Superman, will it be your turn to be the director of SHIELD?

"Of course not." Nick Fury said calmly: "Black Superman already has invincible power, but now he is still expanding his power, establishing the Watchers Alliance and recruiting powerful extraordinary people. His ambition is too strong. If he continues like this, the consequences will be disastrous."

"In order to counter the Dark Superman and the Watchers, we plan to support the Avengers to check and balance the Watchers. Once the Dark Superman and the Watchers make any moves, there will be a powerful elite team to stop them immediately."

The fact is, there is another very important reason why the establishment of the Avengers did not encounter official suppression - that is, the Avengers can be used to check and balance the Watchers.

As long as there is a common enemy, internal conflicts can be put aside.

Rogers said: "So the mission you gave me is to let me lead the Avengers?"

"Emmmmmm... not really. You'll find out if you scroll down." Nick Fury said with a little embarrassment: "Originally, SHIELD had an idea to form a league of superheroes to deal with the increasing challenges in this world, but unexpectedly, a spontaneous civilian organization was established, which also included all the powerful superheroes except the Watchers. SHIELD can no longer set aside the Avengers and create a new league of superheroes."

"And your task is not to lead, but to guide."

"We need you to play your role as a symbol of the American spirit and guide the Avengers onto the right path."

80, if not ten thousand, then it’s just one dollar?

Rogers frowned and said, "I am just an old soldier who has been abandoned by the times. How can I guide the current superheroes? I think many of them have stronger superpowers than me, and they are also self-centered and unruly. Can they listen to me?"

Nick Fury said, "Captain Rogers, you underestimate your influence. Even during the years when you were asleep, America never gave up promoting him. Even now, you are a symbol of the American spirit. Many people grew up reading your comic books and are your loyal fans. You will definitely be able to accomplish this task."

Rogers remained silent.

If you ask him to fight terrorists, he can do it without hesitation and risk his life. If you ask him to train new recruits, he can do it without reservation. But... asking him to be a spy is really not his forte.

"Let me put it this way..." Nick Fury said simply, "You should not have forgotten the young man Johnny Storm, right?"

"Of course not!"

Rogers felt his teeth itching with hatred when the name was mentioned.

That junior who looked at least 50% like him, with a face so similar to his, went to shoot that kind of thing... Even if he walks on the street now, there will be people inviting him to attend a silver party.

Hard to guard against.

So the first thing he did when he woke up was not to visit Peggy Carter, who was over 80 years old, but to beat up Johnny.

"Among the three giants of the Avengers, two are best friends with Johnny Storm. The three of them get together for parties from time to time. In fact, Johnny Storm invited these two to partner with him on the night he filmed the movie, but someone encountered problems during the filming and had to leave with regret, so Johnny Storm found someone else..." Nick Fury said, "Captain Rogers, are you sure that the Avengers, who are shouldering a great mission, are under the leadership of these two old silver sticks? How chaotic will the world be if they make it so chaotic."

"what?"

Rogers' eyes widened.

He thought Johnny Storm was the only bastard that appeared in America once in thousands of years, but he didn't expect that there were two more bastards as bad as him?

What great good things must America have done in its previous life to deserve such blessing from God?

"I'm not Sister Li." Rogers asked in confusion, "How can such a bastard with no moral integrity lead the Avengers and make so many unruly superheroes obey their orders?"

In Rogers' opinion, those who can be leaders should be politicians like Nick Fury who always have a blank expression but are secretly full of evil intentions, right?

Only in this way can you suppress people and make them obey you.

If he is a fool...it is impossible for him to establish prestige. Who would listen to him?

"They have no prestige, but they have money." Nick Fury said helplessly: "One of them is the leader of the military-industrial consortium, and the other is the leader of the medical consortium. They are the strongest in their respective fields and are chess players who have deeply participated in the American capital game. The Avengers was essentially established relying on the financial resources and power of the two of them."

"It's in the information. Please look down."

"Stark and Osborn?"

Rogers' eyes narrowed slightly and asked:

"This Stark...could he be that fellow Howard's..."

"Yes, it's Howard Stark's son, Tony Stark." Nick Fury nodded and said, "He inherited his father's romantic character, and because the times have become more open, he has gone even further than Howard Stark."

Rogers sighed that Howard Stark's son is now older than him.