I, the motherland, do whatever I want

“Welcome everyone to Dodge’s live broadcast room.”

"I am your good neighbor and good friend. I am the Dodger Wesson who reports first-hand information for you every time!"

“I haven’t seen you for a while, and many of my friends say I’m confused.”

"That's a rumor, I'm still fighting, friends."

"I still insist on revealing the truth to everyone!"

"Just like this time, the people of the motherland have once again been pushed to the forefront."

"Now even the National Security Agency can't stand it. Yeah, what have superheroes brought to us in these years?"

"Are you really protecting us?"

"In other words, protecting us is just a fun game in their eyes, and they don't care about us at all."

"Why else would there be so many superhero victims?"

"As far as I know, many innocent people have been injured or even died because of superheroes."

"I know a woman who was saved by a superhero, but when he saved her, he didn't consider her fragile lumbar spine as an ordinary person at all."

"So unfortunately, that woman had to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair."

"There are many similar examples."

"And the number of unlucky people like these who are injured or even killed because of superheroes every year is shocking."

"I would say that Vought should publish this data. Superheroes should also abide by the law and give more consideration to us ordinary people when they play hero games!"

In a room, Butcher was smoking a cigarette, showing a faint smile, and looking at the freelance writer who was foaming at the mouth with excitement in front of the mobile phone camera.

"The number of people online in the live broadcast room is soaring. I didn't expect that this guy really has a way."

Next to him, a small man was playing with a computer.

Suddenly a dumbbell was thrown on the table, almost hitting his computer.

The little man spread his hands and said, "Damn it, breast milk, don't throw your things around."

"Shut up, Franky, or do you want to fight with me?"

A strong black man said with his hands on his hips.

French raised his middle finger at the black man, and then said to Butcher: "However, public opinion alone cannot kill the people of the motherland."

"And, to be honest, don't you think you need to find a weaker, smaller target to strike at first?"

"It's like an onion, we have to peel it layer by layer, instead of like now, the people of the motherland are not onions, but cactus, and the big one."

"If we are not careful, we will have needles in our hands."

Butcher turned around and looked at his old partners. It took him a lot of effort and saliva to bring these two troublesome guys together.

"Of course public opinion cannot kill the people of the motherland, but it can make him get into trouble."

"He's in trouble now, and we're adding to that trouble."

"It doesn't matter whether it burns him to death. What's important is that you can distract his attention. Do you understand, idiots?"

Breastfeeding checked the time and said, "You'd better let it go as soon as possible. I still have to pick Jenny up from school."

Franky whistled: "Wow, our Mr. Breastfeeding is still a good dad now."

Breast milk grabbed his collar and said, "If you let me hear you say another word, I will stuff you into the trash can."

"Besides, I'm a really good dad, always have been."

Frankie tapped the black man's waist with a pistol and said: "If you don't let go, I'll let you eat bullets. I hope you will like these hard babies."

"I've said enough, idiots."

Butcher raised his mouth and said, "Do you want to continue arguing, or do you want to help me stare at a coquettish bitch?"

"Which bitch?"

Frenchies and blacks were separated.

Butcher chuckled and said: "The Devil's Claw Woman, the Locomotive Woman."

"Perhaps she will know why the locomotive is running rampant on the road."

Breast milk spread her hands and said: "The locomotive is already dead, is it useful to investigate him now?"

"I don't know, but do you have a better option?"

"Or do you want to go directly to the people of the motherland to challenge you?"

Butcher pointed toward the door: "If the answer is no, then do what I say."

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Tower of Seven.

Ashley, who had just finished dealing with reporters, was in a state of distress when she received another notice that people from her motherland were looking for her.

"It's up to me whether I want to resign or not."

"I can't do this job anymore."

Although she complained, Ashley adjusted her mood in time before walking into the command hall, smiled, and walked in full of energy.

"My motherland, is there anything I can do for you?"

Azu glanced at the woman lightly and said with a smile: "Miss Ashley, is there a guy in our company who can transform."

"Shapeshifter?"

Ashley nodded: "There is such a person."

"Call him here. I have something to ask him about."

25 minutes later, a sexy white woman with blond hair and blue eyes walked in.

"Good afternoon, fellow countrymen."

Azu's eyes shone slightly with golden light: "Show me your true self, don't waste my time."

Looking into Azu's unsmiling eyes, the blonde beauty suddenly transformed into a fat man with a shiny face and big ears.

Azu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then turned around, facing the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "I want to ask you for a favor."

The shapeshifter was flattered: "It's an honor to serve you."

Azu nodded: "Although I am not a government official, my common sense tells me that the Supreme Court accepted the complaint filed by the Security Bureau so quickly and prepared a hearing within three days."

"It seems a bit incredible, as if there is someone behind the scenes pushing this and giving the green light all the way."

"I know you have a way to sneak into government departments, so I want to ask you to help me find out who is doing this."

"Who wants to send me to jail so badly?"

The shapeshifter shuddered. This was not a good job. The water was too deep, deep enough to drown him.

He couldn't help but hesitate.

Azu didn't urge him. He clasped his hands behind his back, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

Time passed by minute by second, the shape-shifter was sweating profusely, and finally the fear of Azu overwhelmed everything else.

He wiped his sweat and said, "I will try my best to do this well."

"No no no."

"Trying your best is not enough."

Azu turned around, and a dark cloud floated in from nowhere, blocking the sunlight outside, making the light in the command hall dim a lot.

In the eyes of the shape-shifter, the people of the motherland turned into an oppressive figure, and then the figure's eyes lit up golden, as if there was a sun hidden inside.

"You have to fight hard."

"Try your best to find out the truth for me, do you understand?"

The shape-shifting man's teeth trembled slightly: "I understand, people of the motherland."