American comics, invincibility starts with getting people to call you dad

What is John without the Man of Steel and heat vision?

A defective product.

A weak giant baby.

A typical American idiot who is hypocritical, arrogant, overbearing, likes to show off, and thinks he is awesome.

"No, no, no!"

"My superpower!"

At this moment, he was crying, but it was only out of panic, pain, and unwillingness for strength.

Born and raised in the laboratory.

As soon as they appeared, they were the famous Vought Seven and the superhero Homelander.

To some extent, what John enjoyed in America could be said to be the most luxurious.

Even if he came to DC and became a super villain.

He won't starve to death even if he eats prison food.

America's cattle and horses, its laborers, may become vagabonds, fragments of heroes.

But American criminals can live in prisons that meet the standards of five-star hotels, eat hot pot, sing songs, and enjoy life.

So now, John still doesn't understand what he is going to face.

He just cried, and as he cried he became hungry.

When you are hungry, you need to eat.

John has no money.

He wore the stars and stripes of his motherland and walked on the street like a homeless child, looking for police officers and asking for help.

but--

This is America, this is Gotham City!

Police officers in wealthy areas will greet you with a smile and ask if you need help.

But almost all of Gotham’s wealthy areas are in Wayne’s family home.

John looked dejected.

The police officer first ignored him, then became impatient and drew his gun.

"biubiubiu!"

Who says you can’t do whatever you want without super powers?

Gunmanship is also a method, and trajectory is also a way!

Bullets whizzed by.

John was so frightened that he fell down in a panic and spit, crawling on the ground.

It was not until the evening that he opened his eyes and got up tremblingly.

Even hungrier.

I'm feeling confused.

John saw a few people walking into the supermarket, talking and laughing. They took whatever they liked and walked out without paying.

The cashiers at the supermarket acted as if they didn't see them. Everyone was used to it and took it for granted.

“Shopping for zero dollars!”

John's eyes lit up. America is still good.

He happily followed them to shop, but when he was about to leave, he was stopped by several shop assistants.

"Excuse me."

The fattest and most robust of the shop assistants asked politely, "What kind of American are you?"

"Watt?" John looked confused.

"Let me ask you something specific. First of all, are you a gender-diverse human?" the clerk said.

"No." John shook his head.

He is a genuine old white, okay?

"Are you from the Environmental Protection Association, Animal Protection Association...?" the clerk asked again.

"No." John shook his head again.

"Then please pay." The clerk became tough.

"They didn't pay!" John said anxiously, pointing at the people walking on the street.

"They have skin bonuses, you don't." The clerk shrugged.

Done.

John ran away, pushing the shopping cart.

But he was soon caught up, his shopping cart and merchandise were confiscated, and the clerk punched him with his sandbag-sized fist.

In the past, John would either have hot eyes or breasts.

He has ten thousand ways to kill these ordinary people.

But the past is the past.

Now he is just the ordinary person whom he looks down upon, despises, ignores and has never truly understood.

The punch made his nose crooked and blood flowed down like noodles.

"Bang bang bang!"

This was followed by the second punch, the third punch, and then the beating.

The skin was torn and the head was bleeding.

John cried even louder as he held himself like a baby.

"thump!"

Eventually, he was thrown out of the supermarket.

Poor John was cold and hungry, so he sat down next to the trash can and curled up, with rats squeaking around him and crawling over him.

It made him feel even colder.

"Matches, matches..."

John rummaged through the trash can and lit a match to keep warm.

In a trance.

With the light and heat of the match, John seemed to see another self, who was only 8 years old and had just left the laboratory.

That man ran towards him in the bloody storm, hugged him, and said to him, "Please be my son."

The man took him back to the farm, and they worked together, decorated their home, and enjoyed the harvest together.

Sitting together in the kitchen, eating delicious roast duck and watching TV programs with a smile.

"Okay, okay, Daddy, I want to be your son."

"father!"

John sat in the corner, his cheeks flushed and a smile on his face, murmuring so.

then.

He suddenly grabbed a mouse and started biting the mouse fiercely.

He wants to live.

Superman, Batman, Flash... Barbatos...

All are going to die.

He will reach the top step by step. He cannot give up because he has already seen the sunshine.

He must go to Guan Daddy.

Even die.

He also wants to die at the feet of his father.

……

"cheers!"

"Azu, use your thermal vision to heat up the milk."

But in fact, on the farm, in the kitchen, Guan Fuyun, A-Zu, Wanda, and Godzilla were eating luzhu.

Cut the thick pork head into large pieces.

A thick and red sauce is added with various spices, stirred and applied, then thrown into a casserole and simmered for a day.

When serving.

The skin is burnt and soft, and the flesh is rotten.

Each person puts a large piece in a bowl and pours their favorite dipping sauce on it.

The taste is absolutely amazing.

of course.

Godzilla eats it directly from the pot.

"In chemistry class today, the teacher blew himself up..."

Wanda shared a school story, "There is no class tomorrow. We are going to have a pet activity. Can I bring Godzilla to play?"

Guan Fuyun said: "Of course, it has been sleeping on the vibranium mine all day. It can't be such a lazy pig all the time."

Godzilla: “…”

It pretended not to understand and continued to eat and drink.

"The show is out... Oh, is the locomotive going to be on the show today?"

A-Zu, who was standing nearby, was also eating and drinking voraciously, speaking incoherently.

"Then I have to take a look."

Guan Fuyun turned his head and first appreciated a commercial. Then he heard the incessant "dripping, dripping" sound of a train.

He saw no one at the locomotive.

But I saw the locomotive moving bricks at a very fast speed, building buildings and plowing fields.

Throughout the whole process, the person is invisible and there are no lines.

But the popularity remains high.

to the opposite.

On another channel of the company, Sam Wilson, the former Falcon, is now Captain America.

The ratings were dismal.

Even though Sam keeps hanging out in his Stars and Stripes uniform, constantly shouting, "Can't a German be a superhero, can't he be Captain America?"

No one paid any attention to me either.

This is not because of the different traffic provided by my father's company, it is entirely due to personal charm.

Who wouldn’t like the locomotive building buildings and moving bricks at a high speed?

New York City is full of disasters.

What we need most are super-powered people, not pretentious criminals.

"I heard that Black Panther also came to the company to apply for a job, but was rejected?"

Guan Fuyun asked.

"That's what happened."

A-Zu said, “If it’s just T’Challa, it’s not impossible to hire him.”

"But he brought a group of Lu people with him, each one is smarter than the other, especially the female general, who only has a sense of superiority in her mind."

"She even wanted to claim compensation from me and get the vibranium back."

"I was so amused that I forgot to kill her."

Guan Fuyun also laughed: "That is indeed funny."

Guan Fuyun asked again: "Where are the braised eggs?"

"Nick Fury? He's still in the sewer. I don't know what he's trying to do."

A-Zu said, "The company has already targeted him. The photography team, the superhero team, and the media team are all in place, planning to build momentum and shoot a movie called 'The Seven vs. Big Mom'."

"I just don't know when Aunt Marvel will come."

Guan Fuyun: “6.”

……

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