In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Eight days later, presidential candidate Robert Singer's campaign rallies were in full swing.

The scene was crowded with supporters holding placards and chanting his name, and the air was filled with excitement and anticipation.

In the crowd, Victoria Newman stood elegantly in a deep V white striped women's suit and an American flag brooch.

Her long brown-black hair sparkled in the sunlight, and she exuded the aura of a superior.

Beside her, her new boyfriend was holding their skinny little daughter with a retro complexion, and was curiously watching the person who was about to appear on the podium.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise in the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to the stage. Homelander slowly walked onto the stage, his iconic red, white and blue uniform shining brightly in the sunlight.

His blond hair was neatly combed back and his expression was calm.

"Dear friends."

"I guess everyone knows about Xingguang's alleged involvement in human trafficking?"

Homelander spoke, his voice high and inflammatory.

"Yeah, I think she interfered with 'Starlight House' for the runaway teenagers and it was pure coincidence."

The crowd below the stage began to whisper, with expressions of confusion and disdain on everyone's face, and occasionally there were people clamoring, trying to clear Xing Guang's name.

"Oh... come on, isn't this obvious?"

Homelander continued.

"Those poor children, they disappeared into her charity and no one ever saw them again. It's horrible, but we have to face the truth!"

"No matter how ugly the truth is, Xingguang is a wolf in sheep's clothing, nothing less... She lied to me, she lied to you, we were all lied to by her."

"Right? Now, she wants to knock me down. Why?"

There was an uproar at the scene.

People began to whisper to each other, with disbelief written all over their faces. Victoria frowned, she was keenly aware that things were moving in a dangerous direction.

"Because - if you get rid of me, no one can stop her, no one! She knows it very well!"

The Homelander gestured with his hands, his words became increasingly fierce, and his accusations became increasingly absurd, but the audience just loved it and expressed their agreement.

“Do you think the media at the scene, do you think they will report it?”

The Homelander pointed meaningfully at the reporters and photographers standing at the back of the crowd.

"No, no, of course not..."

Newman, who was standing in the audience, was stunned to see all this, and then he smiled faintly.

She found that people were easily deceived and manipulated by these obvious lies.

That means that as long as there is inflammatory public opinion, it is easy to make the masses believe in something without reservation.

The native on the stage was intoxicated by the cheers of the crowd. His speaking skills, the way he incited the crowd, and even the glittering tanning cream on his face were all methods he learned from those dirty politicians since he was a child.

With ease and in high spirits.

However, just as Homelander's speech was about to reach its climax, his expression suddenly became stiff.

His eyes became dazed, as if he saw something, and from an angle that the audience couldn't see, the motherland's hands began to tremble slightly.

In his field of vision, a familiar bearded ruffian face suddenly appeared in the crowd. It was the face of a soldier boy, and at this moment he was staring straight at his fellow countrymen with a scrutinizing eye.

This illusion only lasted for a few seconds, but it was enough to make Homelander lose his composure. His eyes suddenly flashed red with vigilance, and then he closed his eyes again as the illusion disappeared.

"I want to tell you that I love you."

Homelander ended his speech abruptly, with a barely perceptible hint of panic in his voice.

"Okay, thank you everyone, vote for Robert Singer, he's great."

After that, he almost hurried off the stage, leaving a confused audience. Robert Singer quickly took over the microphone from Homelander and tried to draw attention back to his campaign theme.

Homelander walked quickly towards the farm in the background. He needed to find a place to calm down. His heartbeat accelerated and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The illusion made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness and anxiety.

He came to a small cowshed next door, which was quiet and secluded. The native looked at a black cow eating grass, looked around, and suddenly showed a serious smile.

He liked drinking milk when he was very young, and this hobby has accompanied him as he grew up, and he still has a special liking for it today.

So he came to the front of the cow, holding an iron bucket in his hand, picked it up and started milking it slowly.

As they squeezed, the motherland's expression was full of satisfaction. This method was so stress-relieving that it allowed him to quickly put aside the uneasiness in his heart.

Soon, a bucket of fresh milk was squeezed into the bucket. The native carefully picked up the iron bucket and slowly poured it into his mouth as if he was tasting fine wine.

Simply drinking milk is the ultimate enjoyment.

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Didn't you have breakfast?"

"No, no - the cow was in pain and I was just trying to help."

Newman ignored the irrelevant question from his countryman and said with his head tilted:

"I'm going to tell the truth... because no one else will, pull myself together, admit it's Soldier Boy, and take control of the situation."

When Homelander heard Newman's words, he gave a fake laugh and slowly put the milk bucket on the ground.

"You think... I'm not in control?"

"Yeah, you just spent 20 minutes ranting about Starlight, but you didn't say a word about the next president."

"You are a fellow countryman, hold on, don't hit people with a stick, this situation is fucking ..."

The Homelander didn't have the patience to listen to Newman's nagging any longer. He quickly stretched out his right hand and strangled Newman's neck tightly.

"I'm sorry...please continue."

The people of the motherland looked stern.

“You need someone you can trust.”

"Someone like you?"

"I got rid of Edgar for you, attacked Wujin, and assassinated the Jizhong Church. I paid a lot for it. What I proposed...

It's a purely transactional relationship, you do me a favor and I'll do you a favor... just like you said last time."

Homelander frowned.

"What is your evidence?"

Victoria struggled to pull out a folded paper from her pocket.

“This is what you wanted.”

She handed the paper to Homelander.

Homelander opened the paper with one hand, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically.

"Where did you get it?"