I, the motherland, do whatever I want

On the busy street, Butcher walked past a newsstand: "A copy of the Daily Bugle."

The headline of the newspaper published a photo of the motherland sending a guy in armor into the sky.

The title read, ‘Brother Locomotive took revenge on society and was punished by the motherland’.

Butcher sneered, and then the bearded man looked at the bar on the opposite street, lit a cigarette, and smoked half of it.

"Damn, just give it a spin."

He threw the remaining half of his cigarette on the ground, stepped on it twice, and walked across the street with the newspaper.

After a while, Butcher ducked into the bar.

The bar had a complex smell, a woman was pole dancing, and a bunch of drug addicts huddled in a dark corner smoking marijuana.

"The world sucks."

Butcher raised the corners of his mouth: "But I like it."

He sat on the bar and just ordered a glass of 'depth charge' when he heard someone say: "Give him another glass of whiskey, I'll treat him."

Butcher raised his head and looked at the white man wearing glasses: "What should I call you?"

"The name is just a code name, it doesn't matter what it is called, don't you think so, Mr. Butcher." The white man sat down and wiped his glasses, "I'm glad you contacted me. This is a good development."

Butcher drank the 'depth charge' and said: "Stop talking nonsense, it's best to be true to what you said, you have the 'power' to fight against those superhumans."

"Otherwise, I will scratch your pretty face and let a few big men enjoy your warm rectum!"

The white man put on his glasses again, smiled and said, "Follow me."

Butcher drank the depth charge along with the glass of whiskey before following the white men. They passed the wild dance floor, passed through the aisles filled with men and women, and finally came to the alley behind the bar.

There is a truck parked here.

The white man made a call, and the truck's compartment opened, and a cold light lit up inside.

He pointed toward the car with his chin: "The 'power' you want to see is right there."

Butcher smiled: "If you dare to lie to me, I will find your mother and make her happy."

The white man laughed: "Mr. Butcher, your taste is really strong, but don't worry, I didn't lie to you."

"We don't have that kind of time."

Butcherpi chuckled without a smile, got into the car, and reached the depths of the compartment.

I saw a lot of wires laid here, and a table next to it with various instruments placed on it.

In front of him was a set of steel armor with black as the main tone, luxurious gold as the color scheme, and many weapon platforms on display.

"Overlord 5 is powered by a small nuclear reactor and has a radiation blocking device to ensure the physical safety of the wearer."

"The newly added jet system allows for short-distance flight and improves the wearer's climbing ability."

"Weapons include small rapid-fire machine guns on both arms, small guided missiles on the shoulders, retractable small aviation cannons, laser cutting waves that use reactors to provide energy, etc."

"It is no exaggeration to say that wearing this, even an athletic idiot can beat the shit out of a super human."

Behind Butcher, a white man wearing glasses came over and introduced him in detail.

The bearded man narrowed his eyes slightly, then shook his head: "I can't afford this kind of thing."

The white man smiled: "I can give it to you and provide maintenance and testing services."

"Only one condition."

"Help us kill the people of our motherland."

Butcher laughed: "You have such a weapon, why don't you do it yourself?"

The white man smiled and said: "We have our own reasons, you don't need to know so much, what do you think?"

The bearded man nodded slightly: "That's right."

"but."

Butcher shook his head: "I'm not used to being taken advantage of."

He walked towards the carriage entrance.

The white man did not chase, but said from behind: "How many more years do you want to wait, Mr. Butcher, eight more years?"

"You can't kill the people of our country without our help."

"Or are you willing to accept his conditions? Pay 10 million to get back together with your wife?"

Butcher paused, eyes welling with malice.

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Tower of Seven.

In the command hall, Azu looked at the newly updated items in the store.

【Overlord 3. Night attack】

[Description: An upgraded version of the Overlord Armor. The reduced size is more ergonomic. It adds an intelligent AI assistance system and emphasizes night combat capabilities. 】

[Warframe parameters: height 2.05 meters, weight 4.6 tons, arc reactor generation 2, night vision mode, sniper mode, stealth mode, tungsten steel tactical long knife, combined sniper equipment, small injector, laser cutting gun. 】

[Price: Gloomy Proficiency Essence*40]

Azu closed the store.

Although the new project is more reliable than the last armor, his evaluation is still: tasteless.

He currently has 45 proficiency essences, and if he collects 5 more, he can purchase [NK Genetic Modification Potion], which is the directional 'Chemical No. 5'.

When the time comes, give Angelina an injection, and Azu will have a superhuman thug.

However, he is not ready to bring Angelina into the Seven.

But to train that woman to become one of his underground forces.

At this time, the door to the command hall opened.

Azu saw the black man Edgar, the president of Watt Company, walking in.

Behind him, there is the deep sea, and a blonde girl.

‘Starlight’ Annie!

Azu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on Edgar.

Edgar smiled and said: "Deep Sea told me that you have some plans."

Deep Sea's expression changed, he looked at Azu uneasily, and then shrank behind Edgar.

Edgar smiled and said: "Don't blame Shenhai, he told me only after I asked about you."

Azu looked towards the deep sea with a smile: "Is that so?"

Shenhai quickly said: "Yes, boss."

Azu raised the corner of his mouth and did not continue to dwell on this matter. Instead, he looked at 'Xingguang': "Who is this?"

"This is Miss Anne. She has a beautiful nickname, Starlight."

Edgar walked to Azu, sat on the table and said, "I think Miss Anne's abilities and image are very good, which will help increase the support rate of the Seven."

Azu raised his head and looked at the black man and said, "If I remember correctly, I said that I have the final say in the future of the Seven."

"I know."

Edgar spread his hands and said: "So I set up a 'Seven' reserve team that can support your 'Seven' at any time. Miss Anne is the first member and the captain."

"She will not interfere in any of your decisions, but please give her the right to observe."

He lowered his voice again: "Give me some face. If I don't do this, it will be difficult to explain to others on the board of directors."

"You also want the Seven to continue to receive financial support from the company, right?"

Azu laughed, and also lowered his voice: "I have a condition."

"I have a friend, and I hope she can learn how to run a company or a group by your side."

"What do you think?"