He seemed to have already seen how fanatical the wave of cheers would be when he stood in the arena, in the position Derek was in now!
Madelyn glanced at Derek, who was full of masculine confidence and charm in the arena below, and then looked at Homelander, who was like a giant baby, unable to help twitching the corner of her mouth.
The same age, but a different level of maturity!
Derek had a mature charm far beyond his years, while Homelander had the low intelligence of a giant baby far below his years!
Madelyn let out a secret sigh, the look in her eyes as she looked at Derek on the field changed, and she pondered in her heart.
‘Perhaps, my eggs don’t have to be placed in the same basket, and it’s time to rebuild a new basket of my own for myself…’
Flames burned in the depths of Madelyn’s eyes, and the way she looked at Derek was as if she were looking at a precious, peerless treasure.
Madelyn, who had just decided to give up on Derek, had now decided to increase her bets on Derek!
They say a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, impossible to fathom…
And as for this highly anticipated match, it attracted more than just the audience present, as well as the gazes of Homelander and Madelyn.
There were also the gazes of some other people, each harboring their own thoughts.
In Osborn Manor, Norman and Emily watched the television, pride unhidden in the eyes of both.
Emily, who had never approved of Derek going to participate in The Seven selection, did not go to the scene to watch Derek’s match.
And Norman naturally chose to stay behind to accompany his wife.
But as a mother, although she said she disapproved with her mouth, when the moment of the live broadcast started, she still turned on the television against her true intentions.
And watching her son being loved by so many people on television, Emily’s straight face could no longer hold up, revealing a proud smile.
Norman was even so excited that his neck turned red, clenching his fists: “Beautiful! This is my son, crushing all competitors with overwhelming momentum!”
Emily looked at her husband, who was so excited as if he were the one playing on the field, and shook her head helplessly.
How old is he, why is he still like a child…
In a seaside Villa located in Malibu.
In the messy underground laboratory, Tony Stark, sitting decadently against a metal bench, looked at the hanging live television broadcast, the emotions in his eyes very complex.
“That guy Derek, two years ago with the momentum of thunder rescued me from the cave, helped me solve the traitor Obadiah, and also became the major shareholder of my company. At that time, I asked him to become a superhero of Stark Industries with me and he didn’t agree, but now he ran off to be a superhero at damn Vought…”
Tony muttered softly to himself, not knowing whether he was reminiscing about the scene when Derek saved him back then, or denouncing Derek for not choosing him, but choosing Vought instead. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“But maybe your choice is right. What’s the point of teaming up with a dying person like me? It’s better to find a few teammates with superpowers as well…”
Tony lowered his head to glance at his chest, which was covered with purple-black toxic veins, and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
That’s right, Iron Man Tony Stark was dying…
Died of palladium poisoning…
Washington, D.C., the Triskelion.
This was the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D..
In a high-rise office, a shiny black bald head was staring at Derek on television, his single eye full of calculation.
“Powerful, smart, confident, and most importantly, having a heart of justice to be a superhero, what a good seedling for the Avengers!”
“It’s too much of a pity for such a good seedling to stay in a hypocritical company like Vought, we must find a way to poach him over!”
“But who should be sent to poach this powerful playboy…”
This old black man who was thinking about poaching people was naturally none other than our S.H.I.E.L.D.
Director, Nick Fury!
And what Nick Fury didn’t know was that upstairs from him, someone else had pretty much the same idea.
The first floor of the Security Council.
The Secretary-General of the Security Council, Nick Fury’s immediate superior, and also one of the leaders of HYDRA, Alexander Pierce, was also watching Vought’s live broadcast.
He kept replaying the scene of Derek summoning nine bolts of Purple Lightning, and the more he looked at this Purple Lightning, the more familiar it felt.
Finally, Pierce dialed an encrypted phone call.
After ringing a few times, the call was connected.
An elegant female voice came from the receiver: “Pierce? Yo, a rare visitor, what business do you HYDRA have looking for me?”
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Hearing not only a woman’s voice from the receiver, but also the sound of current and screams, Pierce couldn’t help frowning and asked:
“Klara, what are you doing?”
That’s right, the person Pierce contacted was none other than the former ‘Liberty’ and current Stormfront Klara!
“Nothing much, just clearing out a few uncivilized black-skinned ape Terrorists~” Stormfront in the receiver replied casually.
Pierce didn’t care about Stormfront’s casual talk, but instead asked:
“So you didn’t watch Vought’s selection match today?”
Stormfront said with a disdainful tone: “What’s so good about that thing? The only Superhumans who can make me care is Homelander, the rest are all a bunch of inferior garbage, and I got Homelander’s information long ago!”
Hearing this, Pierce curled the corner of his mouth into a smile and suddenly asked:
“Have you ever injected V1 or V5 into any of your sons, grandsons, or great-grandsons?”
Hearing this, Stormfront on the other end was silent for a moment, and said impatiently:
“I don’t have a son at all, only a daughter, and my daughter is already dead. I haven’t injected V1 or V5 into my other descendants either. Pierce, what on earth do you want to say?”
“Is that so?” There was a thoughtful look in Pierce’s eyes:
“I’ll send you a video, take a look for yourself, I think you’ll be interested.”
After speaking, Pierce didn’t wait for Stormfront to reply, hung up the phone directly, and sent the video of Derek instantly killing nine people to Stormfront.
On the other side, Stormfront somewhere in South Africa looked at the hung-up phone, a flash of brutality passing through her eyes, and said through gritted teeth:
“These damn traitors left behind by Red Skull have grown stronger now, and they care less and less about me, their former Master, actually daring to hang up on this lady’s phone!”
After scolding, Stormfront swept her gaze at the onlookers around her, and directly sent a few bolts of Purple Lightning over, electrocuting several of them to medium-well.
This frightened all the other onlookers, causing them to scream and scatter in all directions.
Seeing this scene, the gloom in Stormfront’s heart felt a bit better, and she said disdainfully:
“Monkeys are just monkeys, not only do they look disgusting, but their IQ is also low!”
At this time, Stormfront’s phone rang with a ‘ding’, and she received an encrypted file…