Homelander Comics

"In the past, Mr. Rob Lehman was limited by the scale of Summit Entertainment and could not fully display your talents. But now it is different. After the integration of Mercury Media and Summit Entertainment is completed, two A-level productions will be launched immediately. You will definitely have the opportunity to show your talents."

Speaking of A-grade productions, then Rob Freeman is not sleepy.

People working in all walks of life in Hollywood all know the benefits of participating in an A-level production, which means a lot of money flowing into their pockets.

Even if an A-level production loses money, it is only the producer who loses money. It does not mean that others do not make money. For example, in the Chinese film "Wuxia", the director Chen Kexin spent $3000 on an antique straw hat. The box office failed and the investor almost went bankrupt. Chen Kexin made money and bought a villa... The film industry all over the world is like this. There are similar cases of setting up accounts and overreporting expenses to cheat investors of how much money there is.

Of course, for Rob Freeman, he is not the kind of person who makes a quick buck and runs away, but he has aspirations. He does not just care about money, but pays more attention to the power and qualifications that come from deep participation in A-level productions.

When he was at Summit Entertainment, Rob Freeman could only participate in the production of B-level films, with each film having a production budget of 10 or 20 million US dollars. He felt that the other party had already finished the work before he even finished the foreplay... How could he have the pleasure of joining Mercury Media and getting involved in two A-level productions?

——With Summit Entertainment’s original size, it was impossible to launch A-level productions at will, because a loss from an A-level production could lead to the bankruptcy of the entire company.

"As expected of Osborne, following this tycoon is better than following Chairman Patrick..."

Rob Freeman clenched his fists:

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry, but they gave too much."

Next, Ikana and Rob Freeman calmed down the people of Summit Entertainment and announced a 10% salary increase for all employees. All the discussions disappeared and everyone cheered and applauded to welcome the new boss.

"When did you do these things behind my back?"

After resolving the issue of Summit Entertainment, when the two returned to the hotel alone, Ikana questioned Bai Ye.

"When I carried you on my back, I did... a lot of things." Bai Ye looked at the round outline of Ikana's peachy buttocks and raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"

Ikana: “…”

"Contact the other two shareholders of Summit Entertainment."

Ikana was too lazy to argue with Bai Ye.

"It's quite early, isn't it?" Bai Ye said with a smile, "Do you still think that I really let you take care of everything? How is that possible! After I thought of acquiring Summit Entertainment, I asked people to conduct a comprehensive investigation of Summit Entertainment. We soon discovered that, apart from Patrick being a diehard, the other two shareholders actually had many weaknesses. If we target them a little, we will be able to control Summit Entertainment and gain control. Patrick seems to have no choice but to surrender..."

Ikana watched Bai Ye talking and felt that Bai Ye had never been as charming as he was now. Her eyes were shining, and without waiting for Bai Ye to finish speaking, she took the initiative to kiss Bai Ye and pushed him onto the big bed in the hotel room.

Bai Ye blinked.

So enthusiastic?

Are you ready to give me a fuckiss?

half an hour.

Bai Ye looked at the unconscious Ikana and couldn't help but reveal a look of contempt.

It was obviously you who started the war, but you gave up so quickly. How can I say anything good about you?

……

night.

Manhattan borough.

The dark sky is dotted with countless stars, twinkling faintly.

The moon was high in the sky, its light illuminating the entire city and making the darkness less scary.

As time passed, the night fog began to spread, and the passing cars made the cold night more lively.

On top of a tall building.

A strange man wearing dark green armor was crouching in a corner of the rooftop, overlooking the vehicles coming and going below, his eyes flickering, like a poisonous snake on the hunt, when it sees its prey, it will spring up and bite its chosen prey.

Suddenly.

Adrian received a communication message in his armor. The caller was... Kingpin.

"My dear Adrian, Osborn's escort vehicle will pass by your location in twenty minutes. You have twenty minutes to get what you want."

After Adrian received the communication information, a big, white, chubby face with a kind smile said to him.

Kingpin, whose real name is Wilson Grant Fisk, is the biggest gangster boss in New York and even in the United States.

He is meticulous and intelligent beyond ordinary people, and has established his own "gangster empire".

In addition to his criminal mind, Jin Bing's own strength should not be underestimated. He has never stopped physical training since childhood. When he first joined the gang, he had a terrifying record of beating his opponent into a pulp in order to compete for the position of a small leader.

Although he looks fat and white, he is actually not fat, but muscular. He has amazing strength and can punch through a wall with his bare hands. He is also a world-class fighting master and possesses the highest level of human combat power like the Punisher.

"I see." Adrian Toomes said impatiently, "Do you have anything else to say? If not, don't bother me."

"Oh, okay." Kingpin said, "But I have to remind you, dear Adrian, when you snatch the special metal you need from Osborn's escort vehicle and make the Vulture Armor, you will get half of it from me..."

Without waiting for Jin Bing to finish his words, Adrian Toomes hung up the phone and sneered:

"Once I get the vibranium and make more vulture armors, the underworld empire in New York will belong to me, not you, the fat guy who actually tried to control me! Kingpin!"

Adrian Toomes, the super villain Vulture in the Marvel world, was originally an electronic engineer affiliated with the Osborn Group. He was talented in the fields of electronics and mechanical engineering and was an inventive genius.

Unfortunately, he was too obsessed with studying his Vulture Armor, which was inconsistent with Norman Osborn's needs for aircraft and biological armor research, so he ordered Adrian Toomes to stop his research.

However, the unruly Adrian Toomes did not take Norman Osborn seriously at all. He was passive in the research of aircraft and biological armor belonging to Osborn, and used all his energy and misappropriated funds on his own Vulture Armor.

Later, he was discovered by Norman Osborn, who did not let him off at all. He called the police and sent Adrian Toomes to prison.

Adrian Toomes was lucky enough to escape from prison. He used the funds he had embezzled from the Osborn aircraft project and cooperated with Kingpin to successfully build an anti-gravity Vulture armor.

This anti-gravity vulture armor, in addition to giving Adrian Toomes the ability to fly freely in the sky, also greatly enhanced his strength.

Of course, there are also side effects, which is to amplify the negative emotions in people's hearts and put them in a mentally unstable state.

Adrian Toomes is not a good person in himself. After becoming the Vulture, he no longer takes anyone seriously in his heart. Not to mention the Kingpin, even Norman Osborn of the Osborn Group is nothing special in his eyes. Once he makes more Vulture armors, he will take over Kingpin's gang empire and Norman Osborn's Osborn Group. No one can stop him!

“Hehehe, come here quickly, this is my precious vibranium…” A sinister smile appeared on Adrian Toomes’ face. “Such a good thing would be a waste if it fell into the hands of that old guy Norman Osborn. It can only be used to its greatest effect if it falls into my hands. I will take it with me and rule the world together!”

——Adrian Toomes's vulture armor is made of an essential metal, vibranium. There is not much vibranium in the whole of America. The only vibranium that can be obtained is the vibranium that the Osborn Group is preparing to transport to the Osborn Building.

In the reflection of the silvery moonlight, the back of the vulture is a mysterious creature with steel feathers and sharp claws.

His body is covered with a layer of hard scales, he has a pair of huge eagle wings on his head, and his eyes are flashing red light, revealing the evil and cruelty in his heart.

The edges on the vulture's body are extremely sharp and can tear anything apart easily. The whole person exudes an unsettling aura that makes people feel chilling.

……

A few blocks away from Vulture, on top of a building, crouched a Spider-Man wearing a black and white battle suit. Well, you could tell at first glance that it was a female spider.

The body lines are smooth, without any excess fat, the waist is slender, the hips are plump, and the legs are long. Every part of her body is full of strength and beauty.

And the body proportions are very well-proportioned, making people feel very healthy and natural.

She has a graceful posture and exudes confidence and elegance in every move.

Lovely, vanilla.

Gwen's eyes were looking into the night, searching for where evil was lurking.

Suddenly.

A block away from her, there was a noise.

"Bitch, hand over your money or I'll scratch your face!"

In a secluded alley, a black man with dreadlocks and as fat as a shark, holding a dagger in his hand, spoke viciously to a middle-aged white woman.

The black man with dreadlocks was at least twice as big as the white woman, which gave him an oppressive feeling.

The white woman did not dare to resist and carefully raised her bag:

"Sir, I put all my money in there. If you want the money, you can take it all. Just don't hurt me."

The black man with dreadlocks snatched the bag, opened it, and flipped through it, only to find more than $100 in cash. The rest was all cosmetics, credit cards, etc., which made him very unhappy:

"Bitch, are you kidding me? Is this all the money you have?"

"I'm sorry, sir, this is all the cash I have." The white woman was about to cry: "How about I go to the ATM in front and get you some more money?"

"Do you really think I'm a fool?" The black man with dreadlocks grabbed her cheek angrily. "There are surveillance cameras in the ATM. If I go with you to withdraw money, the cops will come to my door in two days!"

Uh ~

This bitch looks quite old, but her skin is well maintained. The anger on the face of the black man with dreadlocks gradually turned into a silver evil color.

"What are you doing?" The white woman covered her mouth in fear. "Please don't, I'll give you any money you want, don't do this to me!"

I'm so old, don't joke with me! ?

Well, although there are white women and black men in America, they are definitely a minority among the minority. You know, even in the San Fernando Valley, the value of white women who have filmed movies with black actors will plummet...

"Don't move!"

The black man with dreadlocks pinched the white woman's neck with his palm as big as a palm fan, and with a wicked smile, he put a knife between the woman's mouth, separating it little by little, so that a piece of whiteness gradually appeared before his eyes.

"Gulu!"

The black man with dreadlocks couldn't help swallowing, his eyes shining brightly.

"Hey!"

A sudden voice sounded above their heads. They looked up and saw a spider girl advising them:

"Silly man, if I were you, I would keep a distance from the lady next to you."

The black man with dreadlocks immediately took a fighting stance and looked at Gwen warily:

"Who are you? Hey, man, don't cause trouble. This is the territory of our Wild Wolf Gang. If you don't want to die, leave immediately!"

From the appearance of this gangster, we can tell that he is an experienced old gangster who is always ready to fight.

Gwen sighed. Why didn't these guys listen to what she said at all?

"Whizzing!"

Two spider webs were launched, catching the black man with dreadlocks, and then hanging him up, with his head facing down in the air.

Gwen smiled gently at the white woman:

"Ma'am, please go home quickly. It's very dangerous at night. It's better not to run around."

"Yes, thank you, thank you!"

The white woman thanked him while trembling, picked up her bag, put the scattered things in it, and then ran outside in her high heels.

The black man with dreadlocks was still trying to intimidate Gwen: "Hey! Spider-girl, put me down quickly, otherwise, you're done! I tell you what the consequences will be. You will be found by our Wild Wolf Gang, and then captured and tortured severely. All the ways of torture you can imagine will be tried on you one by one. And not only you, but even your whole family will be killed one by one by our Wild Wolf Gang in front of you. If your mother is still somewhat pretty..."

"Oh!"

Even though Gwen had a good temper, she couldn't help but punch him in the chest:

"Don't insult my mother!"

"I have called the police, and they will be coming to you soon."

Gwen turned around and shot out a spider silk that stuck to the rooftop of the tall building next to her. She was about to leave when she heard the black man behind her shouting in pain:

"Spider-Girl, are you a kid who still reads comics? Do you think you have some skills and want to imitate the superheroes in DC to do justice? Your brain is full of mush! How many crimes happen every night in New York? There are 3 police officers, more than police cars, and multiple helicopters. They can't handle it all. How can you handle it? There are so many people committing crimes. Why do you only target me? It's not fair."

Gwen turned around and replied calmly:

"Indeed, there are many crimes in this world, but I can't control them all, so I can only take care of what I see and do my best. At least... the lady who was robbed by you just now and was almost strong has a chance to be reborn."

"Then why don't you care about those corrupt congressmen and bloody capitalists?" The black man with dreadlocks gnashed his teeth in hatred: "You are a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong! Those people on Capitol Hill and the White House started wars in the Middle East to rob oil and killed hundreds of thousands and millions of people. You turned a blind eye? The Osborne Group used a large number of black people for human experiments, killing countless lives. You turned a blind eye? You punish me for a small crime I committed. I don't accept it!"

Gwen was stunned.

With her depth of knowledge, she certainly knows that many of the wars launched by the United States around the world are not just acts, but wars of aggression. So from the perspective of justice and evil, are the masters on Capitol Hill and in the White House just or evil?

If she claims to be righteous, should she care about these things?

As for Osborne... that was her internship company, and also the company of Bai Ye's eldest brother. There must have been human experiments. No matter how advanced any pharmaceutical company is, it is absolutely inseparable from human experiments. Of course, she knew that Osborne Group must have paid the experimenters, but for such a large company like Osborne Group, were all human experiments really completely legal and compliant? Even a fool would not believe it...

So does that mean she has to deal with Brother Bai Ye as well?

After hesitating for a moment, Gwen nodded in agreement and said:

"Perhaps you are right. I am a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. My ability is very weak. Even if I were ten or a hundred times stronger, I would not be able to control Capitol Hill, the White House, and the Osborne Group. I can only do my best and try my best to help others. As for the rest... I can't do it!"

"Sorry."

Gwen shot out the spider web and left the alley.

She nimbly climbed to the top of a tall building in Manhattan and looked down at the bright lights below. New York, with its bustling streets and bustling traffic, was so prosperous, but beneath the prosperity, there was so much filth hidden.

There was a hint of confusion in Gwen's eyes.

Perhaps her remarks just now convinced the black man with dreadlocks, but she did not convince herself. It made her suddenly realize that many of the evils in America are not without cause or that many people are inherently vicious. Rather, it is because of the inertia of America's social system that many evils have arisen. If we want to eradicate them, it is not enough to just crack down on a few crimes by ourselves. We need to change America's social system.