Chapter 586 Injustice League（!）
"From now on, Superhumans worldwide need to be controlled."
Hyperion, wearing a black battle suit, descended from the sky. His yellow cape moved without wind, and his inexplicable aura shocked Mr. President, who was standing in front of the microphone, causing him to step back.
"First, let's start with America."
The scene was silent. Not to mention the reporters and officials, even the highly qualified bodyguards momentarily forgot their responsibility, or rather, dared not to perform their duty.
"Oh! It seems our strongest hero is also very worried about everyone."
Mr. President, being someone who had seen the world, quickly reacted and found a way to back down gracefully. Despite his smiling face, dissatisfaction was already accumulating in his heart.
'When Ross was not dead, he relied on his own power to outwardly agree but inwardly oppose me, and coveted my position, not wanting me to be re-elected. Now that he's dead, I didn't expect his son to be so restless either.'
He cursed loudly in his heart, but the President's face didn't show it. He maintained his good-natured facade. However, while he could deceive others, he couldn't deceive Hyperion.
Relying on his powerful senses, Hyperion had long since noticed the President's body changes. His suddenly accelerated heartbeat and slightly elevated body temperature all indicated that this person before him was not at peace.
"Everyone, what are you still worried about? Our Mr. Hyperion has already stepped forward to guarantee that he will control those super villains. You don't need to worry about those freaks anymore."
The President tried his best to return to the microphone and began to use Hyperion to stabilize the human heart. After all, the one who died this time was not just anyone, but a military big shot in America known worldwide.
Even people of this level can be killed by superhumans. Now, not to mention ordinary people, even those who consider themselves in high positions can't help but feel insecure.
Law, in most situations, cannot restrict superhumans. This is common knowledge. They are like being born with a handgun, or a rifle, or an RPG. In short, they are born with power that can challenge the law.
In most situations, ordinary people facing superhumans can only pray that they have a healthy worldview. This is also why the government established superhuman law enforcers, because superhumans are too powerful, and fighting poison with poison is the best method.
Today, Hyperion's words did awaken the President. Perhaps the superhuman law enforcer plan really needs to be accelerated. Originally, he thought having Hyperion would solve everything, and if not, the others in the Squadron Supreme could also help.
But who would have thought that, except for Hyperion, the Squadron Supreme were all just for show, like a silver spearhead made of pewter—good-looking but useless. They could handle handguns, but they started to struggle against rifles, not to mention RPGs later.
Now America can be said to be facing both internal and external troubles. The internal troubles are the series of chemical reactions brought about by the death of that old man Ross. The external troubles are Magneto and a large number of mutants who are establishing a nation.
Neither of these two businesses is a small matter. Now they are even united, which has made our capable Mr. President start considering giving up re-election.
The President's passionate performance, coupled with the powerful super hero, did indeed stabilize the human heart of many people for a time. If it continued like this, it might have really been an exciting performance, but unfortunately...
"Huh?" The President felt someone pinch his collar from behind, and then he was lifted off the ground.
"What are you doing! Hyperion!" The President was both ashamed and angry. Without thinking, he knew who had done this. Standing beside him were only bodyguards and Hyperion. The former, not to mention lacking the courage, even if they had it, they wouldn't have the ability. The only one who could do this was Hyperion, with his superhuman strength.
Being lifted up like a chick in public would make any normal adult feel ashamed and angry, let alone Mr. President. He was naturally red-faced with anger, shouting loudly for Hyperion to put him down.
"I don't have time to cooperate with you in that kind of performance again, you two-faced President."
Hyperion mocked the President he was holding. The bodyguards beside him were a step slow in drawing their hidden sidearms, clamoring for Hyperion to put down Mr. President.
How can ants scare an elephant? Hyperion ignored the three armed security guards beside him, the police officers on alert below the stage, and a sniper on a distant high-rise. He casually threw away the President in his hand and then stood in front of the microphone.
"Not long ago, I always believed that even for those superhumans who had made mistakes, we should give them an opportunity."
Hyperion propped both hands on the podium and said in a deep voice, "But now I realize I was wrong. Give them an opportunity? Then who will give opportunity to those who have been damaged by them?"
"There is a Chinese saying, 'Heroes use martial arts to violate prohibitions.' Superhumans are the same. They rely on their innate advantage to constantly damage common people. Now my father and younger sister have also suffered a fatal blow."
"Father and sister?" A reporter below the stage frowned and whispered, then suddenly realized, "So General Ross is your father!"
It's not that this reporter is clever, but that Hyperion's hint was too obvious. The most fatal father-daughter duo involved in recent events are Ross and his daughter.
Even in the New York Event, many people died, and there were father-daughter relationships among them, but who cares about them? Reporters only care about big news! Big news!
If they guessed right, this would be an unprecedented big news!
"That's right." Hyperion nodded in admission. Another uproar erupted below the stage. The last shock was because Hyperion attacked the President.
"Until the knife falls on my body, I never know pain." Hyperion smiled bitterly, but his expression immediately became firm again. "I have already tasted the bitter fruit of my own wishful thinking. That feeling is terrible, so I decided to be the last one to taste it."
"Just like I said before, from today onwards, all superhumans must be under control, whether good or bad, old or young, all must be registered by level."
"I give a final warning to all superhuman criminals for the last time. From today onwards, if you are still incorrigible and continue to commit crimes, then I will personally take your life!"
"Who gave you this right!"
Hyperion's shocking speech had just landed when discordant voices of opposition immediately rang out from the crowd. Everyone made way, to avoid being caught up in it.
"Who gave you this right?" A strong black youth walked out from the crowd. Even though he was wearing a wide exercise shirt, it couldn't hide his muscular body.
"Do you want all superhumans to be your subordinates?"
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 587 Dictatorship
"So tall."
A reporter couldn't help but exclaim. The height of the Black Man was indeed a bit too exaggerated. Even among NBA players, it would probably be top-ranked. Adding to that the muscles that his loose clothes couldn't hide, he looked like a human Tank.
"Ouch." The reporter cried out in pain as he fell to the Ground. The Body of the tall Black Man was too massive. Unable to dodge in time, he was knocked to the Ground by the other's immense Force.
"Who are you?" Hyperion frowned as he looked at the rude Black Man before him.
"Get this straight, I asked the question first." The Black Man was very arrogant, not only not answering Hyperion's question, but even pointing fingers at him.
"You answer my question first. Who gave you this Right? This Nation?"
"No, no, no!" Before Hyperion could reply, Mr. President, who had just lost Respect, jumped out again. Although he still didn't dare to approach Hyperion, it didn't stop him from expressing his Opinion from a distance using a backup microphone. "Please everyone believe in the Government, believe in the Nation, we will not hand over this dangerous Right to any single person!"
Randomly taking other people's Life? Even if it was a Superhuman whose Public Reputation wasn't good right now, no one really dared to jump out and applaud this kind of behavior. It was too inhumane. Mr. President himself dared not bear this Responsibility. If something went wrong, resigning would be considered good, but he couldn't afford to be held accountable afterward.
The Black Man nodded, very satisfied with Mr. President's lightning-fast disassociation. Then he looked at Hyperion triumphantly, the meaning was self-evident. See? What you said is just Fart, not only is there no related Law to support you, even Mr. President won't endorse you. What strongest Superhero, you're just the strongest Super Joker.
Who would have thought that Hyperion, being looked at by him, didn't have a hint of shame on his Expression, still that calm Expression of neither joy nor sorrow, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. Some highly professional Reporters had already smelled the Smell of big News.
"What is your Name?" Still the same question, the tone didn't change either, but at this time, a trace of fear inexplicably rose in the Black Man's Face. He didn't understand why, clearly everything was the same as before.
"I am Rage!" The Black Man loudly uttered a Code Name. His strained look was like he was cheering himself up. 'Calm down, Elvin, today is the Day you become a Superhero, you are going to become a superstar Black Man in the spotlight.' Rage cheered himself up in his Heart, while putting on a fierce Expression on his Face, looking nothing like a Superhero, but more like a Gang thug on the Street.
"Okay, Rage?" Hyperion shrugged indifferently, obviously he didn't take the big Guy in front of him seriously. "Who told you that I need the Law, or Mr. President's support?"
Rage was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"I am just notifying you all!" Hyperion suddenly raised his volume, his loud voice startled many people into a shiver. "I don't need anything to endorse me, neither living nor non-living Things." "Who gave me the Right? I did myself!" Hyperion spread out his Hands, and proclaimed loudly, "With great Power comes great Responsibility, it is my own Strength that gave me this Power!"
After speaking, Hyperion ignored the commotion of the Crowd, turned around and was about to take Flight. The yellow Cape on his Back moved with the wind, knocking over many Flowers used for decoration on the podium.
"This is dictatorship!" Rage at this moment was just like his Code Name, he yelled and rushed towards the stage, wanting to argue with Hyperion to get a result.
Rage's Speed was unexpectedly fast, like a black phantom, he rushed onto the stage in the blink of an eye, reaching out to grab Hyperion who had his Back to him. Hyperion seemed to have anticipated all of this, suddenly turned around and grabbed Rage's Hands reaching towards him. To everyone present's Shock, Rage was not cleanly captured by Hyperion, but instead started wrestling with him.
"As expected, you are also a Superhuman." Hyperion revealed an expression of 'as expected'. Rage, who was grabbed by him, actually laughed. "Humph! I'm not just a Superhuman, but also a Superhero who is going to stop your dictatorship!"
"Stop me? Superhero?" Hyperion looked like he had heard a funny Joke. His Expression finally changed, but the Corner of Mouth that curled up was the best mockery of Rage.
"You!" Rage glared angrily, just prepared to break free from Hyperion's restraint, to show this Guy who looked down on him a thing or two, but suddenly found that he couldn't move at all.
"With just this little Strength, you have the nerve to stand out." Hyperion saw that Rage was helpless, and knew that the other's Power was only this much. His mentality had already changed, he no longer gently stunned his opponents like before, but instead increased his Force and twisted Rage's Hands to both sides.
"Ahhhh!" His Hands were twisted little by little into unnatural angles. Unable to break free, Rage could only let out a scream, until a crisp Sound of Bone Shattering rang out.
Hyperion released his Hands, Rage's two Arms drooped down unnaturally. Before the latter could painfully fall to the Ground, Hyperion kicked him to the Ground with one Foot. "Given that you don't have any major fault, so I won't kill you." Hyperion stepped on Rage and looked down at him. "Go to the Supreme Squadron Base in Washington tomorrow to Registration. If I don't see you, I will find you and then break your Legs too."
After speaking, Hyperion no longer paid attention to the defeated Subordinate underfoot, but instead looked at the Camera used for the Live Stream. "Other Superhumans are the same, from tomorrow onwards, the Supreme Squadron Base located in Washington will serve as the Registration Location for Superhumans. All Superhumans must be Registered, if anyone doesn't go to Registration and hides their Identity, it is equivalent to violating the Law." "Superhuman Law, my Law!"
After saying all of this, Hyperion didn't linger and flew away into the sky, leaving behind only the commotion of the Crowd, and Rage who was lying on the stage, not knowing whether he had Fainted or was pretending to be dead.
"Beep!" Gwen turned off the Television with a complicated Expression. She had originally planned to let Katie watch a TV Program to relax, but unexpectedly saw something so shocking.
The rock and roll Girl looked at her best friend beside her. As expected, the latter not only didn't show happy Emotion at this time, but instead became even more afraid, and was now tiptoeing closer to her side. "Gwen!" Katie hugged her for Safety with a weeping Face, and said with a crying voice. "We won't have to go to that place to Registration too, right? No way! I'm so scared that big Guy will beat me up and break my Hands too!"
"Okay, don't cry, don't cry." Gwen comforted Katie in her arms like smoothing fur. "Don't worry, no one knows we have Superpower, and it would be too troublesome to check one by one, it's almost impossible." "But, what if they have Means to find Superhumans?" Katie looked at Gwen with tearful eyes. "It's okay." Gwen looked disdainful. "I will protect you then." (End of Chapter)
Chapter 588: Afraid of Getting Hurt (Seriously)
The fermentation speed of the event was very fast. After all, Hyperion chose to release his speech during the President's live stream. Not only America, but almost the entire World knew about the decision of this currently strongest Superhero on Earth overnight.
You wouldn't believe it, even though Hyperion clashed with the President, injured an unknown Superhuman, and announced inhumane orders, making himself seem like a tyrannical king, there was still a lot of support for him.
Why? Because what is the largest Superhuman group in this World? Is it Superheroes? Or Super Villains?
Neither. The largest Superhuman group in this World is Mutants. Even though Magneto has already taken a group to build a country, the remaining Mutants who are reluctant to leave for various reasons are still not few in number.
Not to mention, the Energy Burst that erupted from New York before and affected some surrounding Towns has created a large number of new Superhumans in this World. Some of them may be Mutants, and some may be something else.
Gwen looked at the Tablet in her hand, which was filled with Information Xue Bao had collected for her, all about the News of Superhumans in this World. The first page was Hyperion's Information.
She had to prepare in advance for the possible upcoming Crisis.
As for why it's all about Mutants, it's necessary to mention the Aspect where this World is lagging behind. In terms of normal historical processes, this World is not lagging behind in any Aspect, and is even much stronger than some Universes Gwen has been to.
The only Aspect where this World is behind Other Universes is Superhumans. The Research on Superhumans in this Universe is really too backward.
The Government or some Organizations are better, but in the eyes of the General Public, basically all Superhumans are collectively called Mutants. Even many Superhumans themselves believe they belong to Mutants.
This is wrong. Even Gwen, a High School Student, knows that the difference between Superhuman and Superhuman is even greater than between Humans and dogs. Although Yang Le explained it to her, Gwen, who doesn't have to worry about a double Life, has also put in some effort in this Aspect herself.
Hyperion himself is the Child of a Big Shot in the Military, so he naturally knows this Aspect very well. That's why he used the more general term "Superhuman." Although this word is new to the General Public, it's not difficult to understand, and the meaning can naturally still be conveyed.
"Tsk!" Gwen couldn't help but scratch her Head. "Isn't this equivalent to making enemies with all Superhumans Worldwide?"
Should she say Hyperion is arrogant? Or that he lost his Brain because of the Death of his Family? In short, he chose a path that is not good for himself or others.
After coming to this Universe, Gwen's Life has been a straight line, after all, the reason she left her own Universe with Yang Le was to complete her studies.
After hiding her Superhero Identity, she didn't pay much attention to things in that Aspect anymore, only occasionally hearing about Superhero matters from classmates or other boys at School.
So, this was still the first time she knew Hyperion's Strength. How to say it, she could only say that Hyperion indeed has the capital to be arrogant. According to the Data Xue Bao provided, most Superhumans probably can't even break through Hyperion's Defense.
At least Gwen felt it would take her some effort, and Xue Bao and herself working together could do it, but wanting to defeat him would be a bit uncertain.
"If I want to win, I have to prepare new Means." Gwen said, biting on her Electronic Pen, her Face full of helplessness. "Otherwise, I'll have to trouble Yang Le again. Ugh! Or maybe just call him back to beat up that Hyperion!"
"Knock knock knock."
Hearing the knock on the Door, Gwen then remembered that she wasn't the only one at Home now. She suddenly turned her Swivel Chair around and found Katie poking her Head out from behind the Door, looking at her.
"Sorry Gwen, I didn't mean to listen, it's just that the Door wasn't closed..." Katie said timidly.
Gwen coughed lightly twice to cover up her embarrassment at being seen acting crazy, and pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "It's okay Katie, I hope I didn't disturb you."
She just glanced at the Time and found that it was already late at night. She didn't expect that she had been in front of the Computer for so long. It seems that no matter what you are reading, it will unknowingly consume a lot of Time.
"No," Katie shook her Head, and then mustered up her courage to say.
"Gwen, if it's too difficult for you, I'll just go register myself."
"How could that be, Katie." Gwen hurriedly stood up, walked to the Doorway, pulled Katie into her Room, and then the two of them sat down together on her Bed.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because Hyperion is very strong, isn't he?" Katie curled up her Body. "And he looks very cold-blooded now, he actually broke that person's Hand directly. I'm very afraid he will do that to you too."
"Indeed, I'm also very afraid of him doing that to me." Gwen echoed Katie's Words, but she didn't look scared at all.
"Then why are you still..."
"However, I'm not afraid of him," Gwen changed the subject. "I'm afraid of Yang Le."
"Yang Le? Your Boyfriend?" Katie's Brain was confused by Gwen's jumpy Topic. "What's the connection between the two?"
"Oh my god, I can't believe these Words are coming out of my mouth." Gwen covered her Face. "If... if Yang Le knows I'm injured, I think Earth might be finished."
Gwen doesn't know about others, but at least she feels it's very embarrassing to admit to her best friend how much her Boyfriend cares about her.
Katie's Brain experienced a one-Second freeze because of Gwen's Words. She immediately used her Hand to touch Gwen's Forehead.
"Gwen, do you have a fever? Your Forehead is so hot, and your Face is very red."
"Why would you think that?" Gwen said, blushing and slapping away Katie's Hand. "You don't think I'm lying, do you? Well, destroying Earth might be too unimaginable."
Seeing that Gwen didn't seem to be joking, Katie then asked in an unbelievable tone, "Do you mean Yang Le is very strong?"
Katie has met Yang Le twice, once when she went to Gwen's Home in New York, and the other time when they attended the School Ball. Both times, Yang Le left Katie with a good impression.
Katie admitted that Yang Le did look very strong, but that was only for ordinary High School Students. He couldn't even compare to those who frequented the Gym. How could he possibly beat Hyperion, who could lift a Building? As for destroying the World? That's even more impossible.
Unexpectedly, Gwen nodded calmly and said, "That's right, Yang Le is very strong. At least Hyperion is definitely not his opponent. In his Words, it's..."
"I can use him as a Jump Rope."
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 589 Superhuman Registration
Katie felt like she was going crazy for being skeptical of Gwen's words. Using Hyperion as a Jump Rope?
However, seeing Gwen's confident demeanor, Katie wasn't sure if Gwen was telling the truth. But since she had no other way to go, she might as well believe Gwen for now.
Seeing that Katie's mood seemed to have improved a bit, Gwen invited her to stay overnight in her room. Anyway, her bed was big enough to sleep two girls without any problem.
Katie didn't refuse either. She really needed to do some ordinary girl things now to relieve those world-destroying things that made her feel fear.
Even if the world was going to end, it wasn't now. Now was the time for good children to sleep.
Looking at Katie's softened sleeping face, Gwen thought she should first observe the situation. If it was really a crisis, then she would contact Yang Le and let him solve the problem.
King to king, general to general, don't take on work that is not suitable for you. Gwen understood this reason.
…
Faint lights flickered in the dark space. Reed Richards and the others were sitting around an oil lamp. It was already late at night, but none of them could sleep.
The reason was in front of them, the radio placed in front of the oil lamp. Just a few hours ago, it had broadcast Hyperion's speech. Although there were no visuals, they could piece together what had happened at the scene from the sound.
Hyperion's dictatorial declaration, coupled with his cold-blooded performance, made it so that none of the four people present could completely believe him.
"Sounds like he's going to drag us to the Golden Triangle," Johnny Storm said jokingly, wrapped in a rag.
Because not long ago he was the Human Torch and had spontaneously combusted and burned through three sets of clothes after extinguishing the fire, the other three people unanimously decided not to give Johnny clothes anymore.
At first, Johnny protested, but he gave up after being ignored by everyone and time passed.
"Then I must be good material to be a laborer now," Ben Grimm said in a muffled voice, picking up Johnny's words. He was originally very distraught about turning into the Thing, but when he saw Johnny, who was on fire, he felt a little relieved.
Seeing Johnny being able to turn back into a human again, he was suddenly filled with hope. After all, they were all exposed to the same energy. Although each of them gained different abilities, they should still belong to the same kind of human.
Ben felt that since Johnny could turn back, there was no reason why he couldn't. Reed also thought so. According to his speculation, it should be a problem of energy consumption. Johnny was the Human Torch and was constantly burning, so the ability consumption would naturally be faster, which was why he turned back into a human much faster than Ben.
Ben was in the mood to joke now because he had listened to Reed's words. After all, this friend of his had never been wrong in academics since childhood. In Ben's opinion, Reed's words were indeed more useful than any comfort.
Only Reed knew that he was actually just comforting Ben. Without professional instruments to check, even he couldn't deduce unfamiliar knowledge out of thin air. The reason he said those untenable words earlier was entirely because he was afraid Ben would overthink.
But Reed had confidence that even if Ben couldn't turn back on his own, he could find a method to make Ben turn back. However, the prerequisite was to leave here.
"Reed, what do you think?" Susan Storm obviously wasn't in the mood to joke. She turned to ask Reed, who was repairing something, but the progress was very slow due to the lights.
"Let's wait and see," Reed put down the machine he was fiddling with. "Let others test the waters for us. We'll know whether it's good or bad at a glance."
Not everyone understands the reason of "the gun shoots the bird that sticks its head out." There will always be some impatient or frightened guys who will test the waters for them. There's no need to rush.
"Right now, we have more important things to do," Reed pointed to everyone present. "That is to completely master our own abilities. If everything really goes smoothly, then we must ensure that we are not as uncontrollable as Johnny, otherwise it will be easy to damage others."
Johnny looked at Ben with lingering fear. The first time he uncontrollably combusted, he was standing next to Ben, touching his rock head. Fortunately, Ben was the Thing now and nothing happened. If it had been an ordinary human, it would have been terrible.
Johnny imagined himself picking up a beautiful woman at a bar, then driving her back to his apartment in a sports car to chat. Everything was going smoothly, but when the charger connected to the mobile phone, the charger suddenly caught fire…
Oh, better not think about it.
Looking at Johnny nodding vigorously, Reed felt strange, but continued, "During this time, we will stay in this underground garage. Later, we will search for supplies. Ben, you have the most strength. You go find something to block the exit to prevent others from breaking in."
"Is it okay to do this?" Ben scratched his head. "Completely ignoring the life and death of others, isn't that a bit bad?"
"Don't trust humanity too much, Ben," Reed said with a serious face. "In these ruins, we can only trust each other. Don't forget that we are also victims. We don't have the spare strength to care about others."
Reed's idea had not changed. If he had spare strength, he wouldn't mind helping people in distress, but he didn't think he had that ability now.
You could say his help was charity from a high vantage point. Reed wouldn't argue with you. It would only make him realize that you are an idiot. You can't even protect yourself and still want to help others. It sounds morally noble, but Reed thought it was even more idiotic.
Reed was the backbone of this team. His decisions were not absolute, but everyone at least agreed with them in their hearts. And they were not idiots. Reed had explained everything clearly, almost spoon-feeding them.
If you want to save people, you have to survive first.
After confirming this prerequisite, the four of them started exploring in pairs. By the way, Johnny's injuries were completely healed, probably because he had turned into the Human Torch before.
…
Early the next morning, Reed turned on the radio, not worried at all about not hearing useful news.
Now, everything about Hyperion was big news. Those reporters, like hyenas, would definitely latch onto it and not let go.
Sure enough, Reed turned on the radio and, after tuning to a few radio stations, heard the message he wanted to know.
"According to news from frontline reporters, starting at eight o'clock this morning, guidance related to Superhuman Registration has been hung up in front of the Squadron Supreme's building, and many people who may be superhumans have gathered in front of the building. They may all be waiting for the registration that is about to begin."
Time passed minute by minute. Susan and the others also woke up one after another and gathered around the radio to listen to the message. Several hours passed like this, and until the live stream ended, they hadn't heard any unfavorable news.
"It seems that this registration is nothing serious," Johnny said with a relaxed face. "Why don't we go tomorrow too?"
"No!" Reed shook his head. "Wait another day."
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 590: Dynamics of All Parties
The sun was shining brightly, a rare good weather day, but today, unusually, it was hard to feel in a good mood.
Whether it was the government officials, or the police and agents staking out the scene, or even the mutants who were about to undergo registration, their moods were definitely not particularly good.
At least Peter Parker thought so. This was because his own mood was very bad right now. He had a feeling that once he stepped out of his home door, his peaceful daily life would very likely go in the opposite direction.
Anxious Peter had already emptied the coffee in his cup, but the little princess he was waiting for still hadn't come out.
"It's been half an hour, Cindy!" Peter called out loudly. "We're not going to a dance, no need to dress up so beautifully, Cinderella!"
"Don't call me that, Mr. Parker," Cindy's dissatisfied sound came from the direction of the bedroom. After a while, Cindy, wearing a white mesh patterned top and jeans on her lower body, reluctantly walked out.
"You'll never get a girlfriend acting like this!"
Peter still wanted to say a few words to Cindy, but unexpectedly, she preemptively attacked. Hearing his younger sister lecture him about relationships, even Peter couldn't help but feel dumbfounded and amused.
"You know, Cindy, we have serious business to do today." Peter tried hard to put on the majesty of a brother, but unfortunately, that thing had ceased to exist when Cindy was six years old.
"I know, I know," Cindy said, eating toast in small bites. "Superhuman registration, what's the hurry? It'll definitely last more than a day. You know, America's superhumans are as common as rabbits in a field."
"Since you know that, then you should eat faster, Miss Rabbit." Peter shook his head helplessly. Whenever he wanted to try and teach Cindy a lesson, his younger sister had countless words to retort.
The key was that she could always grasp the loopholes in his words, a point that everyone in the Parker and Osborn households admired.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" Cindy used juice to wash down the bread. "Let me say this first, I'm not taking your car. Your driving skill is even worse than Aunt May's."
"In all of the Parker and Osborn households combined, no one has better driving skill than Aunt May," Peter said unhappily.
"The company in New York is gone. Mom and Dad and Mr. Osborn still have a lot of company business to deal with and no time to take you. We'll walk. The High School Squad's Tower is located in Washington D.C. downtown, not far from our home. It's only a ten-minute walk."
This was what Peter had thought of last night. He guessed that there would be a lot of people for registration. If they drove, they'd probably get stuck in the apartment's underground garage. It would be better to walk and relax.
Cindy had no opinion on this. Letting her take Peter's car was not as good as walking. After asking all the things she wanted to ask, she honestly sat in her seat and tackled her breakfast, which was obviously more than Peter's.
Seeing Cindy eating so easily, Peter couldn't help but ask, "Looks like you're not sticking bread to your hand and can't get it off anymore."
"I only did that for the first two days after getting my ability, okay?" Cindy frowned slightly, clearly very dissatisfied with Peter's words.
"Yeah, after solving the problem of not being able to put things down, you broke the door handle of the room again, ripped off Uncle Norman's car door, and elbowed Harry's rib and broke it."
Peter laughed as he spoke. Looking at Cindy, whose head was getting lower and lower as he spoke, he couldn't help but tease.
"That technique is more professional than that black player Harry and I encountered when playing basketball at university."
"Who told him to say I'd definitely get fat if I ate too much?" Cindy first muttered in a low voice, and then asked in a normal voice.
"So, how is Brother Harry now?"
"He's doing great, still clamoring from his hospital bed to have you join the basketball team he's forming, so you can elbow the opposing ace off the court."
Peter still wanted to tease Cindy a few more words. After all, he rarely had the opportunity to take the upper hand when the siblings were together. This rare opportunity, he naturally wouldn't give up, but unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished...
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
The doorbell rang. Who would be visiting the Parkers so early in the morning? The siblings both looked at each other with suspicious gaze, the meaning was self-evident.
"Is it for you?" ×2
"Of course not." ×2
Useless telepathy. Peter sighed and got up to walk to the doorway. First, he observed through the peephole and saw an unexpected figure.
"Click!"
"Mr. Howard?"
Peter opened the door. At the doorway was Howard Stark, wearing a well-tailored suit. However, the suit he was wearing at this time was no longer as serious as before, but rather a fashionable suit printed with flowers.
Not only that, he was also wearing sunglasses. This fashionable and gorgeously dressed Howard, whom Peter regarded as an idol, was something he had never seen before.
"Hello, Peter!" Howard took off his glasses, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hands in an exaggerated gesture. "Long time no see."
"It has been a few days," Peter said, already bewildered. "How could you be here? And dressed like this?"
"I heard Osborn say that your little princess needed a driver, and I happened to be nearby, so I came over. What's wrong? Not going to welcome me?"
Howard hugged Peter as he spoke, causing the latter's brain to shut down. He could only reply stiffly.
"Welcome, of course, but how could I be so embarrassed to trouble you..."
Just kidding, Parker Group and Osborn Group combined are not as good as Stark Industries. How could the boss of Stark Industries personally run over to be Cindy's driver?
"Of course, it's to repay you for what you did at the Midtown High School Ball," Howard said, patting Peter's shoulder. "Alright, let's not waste time. Let's get in the car quickly."
...
When Peter regained his senses, he was already sitting in the passenger seat of Howard's Rolls-Royce. Cindy was sitting in the back seat, enjoying a box of donuts Howard had prepared for her.
Because the front and rear seats were completely separated, Peter could only see Cindy through the small window in the partition using the rearview mirror in the car.
Although it wasn't that he couldn't afford to compensate, Peter was still afraid that Cindy would spill the frosting or jam of the donut on the car seat. He was afraid that would leave a bad impression on Mr. Stark.
"Peter."
Peter, who was concentrating on watching Cindy, was stunned when he heard the sound coming from beside him. He shifted his line of sight to Howard, who was driving. The other party's tone changed back to that leader's feeling again.
"Don't take Cindy to Hyperion for registration," Howard said while driving. Peter then realized that the direction Howard was driving was completely opposite to the direction of the High School Squad.
"That guy is already crazy now. Hide Cindy well, or you'll just be waiting for family ruined and people dead."
(End of Chapter)