Chapter 241: Allen Launches the Super Interview Show
Your boss just followed you.
And then, in the very next second, unfollowed you.
As Lilith vanished into the void, the six-winged angel dissolved into streaks of glowing feathers and disappeared.
In Zerath's eyes, this scene was nothing short of a divine miracle—confirmation of his faith, and proof that all his sacrifices had been worth it.
"Hey, old preacher, mind giving us a hand here?" Wade called out.
Zerath instantly shot him a furious glare.
But upon seeing that Wade wasn't a dark creature, he ignored him and leapt off the rooftop.
As a War Priest, he only hunted dark beings. So long as no other creature offended him, he wouldn't interfere.
"Hey, Little Jerk, when you're asking someone for help, you could at least be polite," Allen retorted. "Personally, I think 'old coffin' sounds better."
The three of them worked for a while before finally freeing themselves from the confines of the water tank.
Wade asked curiously, "So what did that bat someone wanted actually look like?"
Judging by the powers displayed and the fact that they paid a million up front, it was obvious the client was a vampire noble.
Wade had actually fought Dracula before—neither of them could kill the other, since they were both immortal.
In fact, Dracula had once drunk Wade's blood… and immediately vomited it back up.
The reason? Wade's healing factor was fueled by endlessly proliferating cancer cells.
To vampires, blood full of cancer was basically poison.
Allen pulled out two red bats from his pocket, each wrapped in a sock, and showed them off proudly: "Aren't they adorable? This one's Lefty, and this one's Righty."
"Can I play with them for a bit?" Wade asked eagerly, stretching out his hand.
"Dame!"
Allen clutched the bats to his chest protectively and said warily, "You want one? Catch your own. Don't play with my pets."
"Stingy."
Wade pretended not to care, but his eyes were fixed on Allen's pocket.
He remembered that killing the two bats would also complete the mission… but their relationship with the client had already gone south.
[Ding!]
A new text message alert popped up.
Wade checked his phone, and the next moment, he covered his face in despair. "My million's gone! Damn it! The bastard used a hacker to steal the money back. I should've withdrawn it as cash and stashed it at home."
"Don't be so down," Allen patted his shoulder comfortingly. "I'll teach you the art of square-foraging. No worries about food or shelter. The drop rate's as high as thirty bucks a month. Life couldn't be sweeter."
"You mean panhandling?" Wade looked at him with disdain.
"Hey, watch your mouth. We're professional foragers. We're milking the capitalists."
Allen said confidently, "Based on my research, there's gotta be valuables in the treasure chests around rich neighborhoods. Clean 'em up and flip them as second-hand goods—we'll be raking it in."
"Get lost. I'm not digging through trash."
Wade's expression turned to disgust.
"Yo, fellas!"
A young superhero in a red-and-blue spider suit swung onto the balcony wall, casually asking, "Anyone seen an angel?"
It was Spider-Man, patrolling New York by night.
He'd witnessed the angel's descent nearby and rushed over to check it out—only to bump into his buddy Deadpool.
But then his eyes locked onto Allen, and in the blink of an eye, he swung over excitedly. "Are you Batman?"
"I've been your fan since I was a kid! Can we take a selfie?" Peter started rummaging at his waist for the camera he always carried.
He freelanced as a reporter and often sold photos of Spider-Man to scrape together a meager living.
"Sh*t, fake fan."
Allen pulled his cape over the lower half of his face and struck a pose. "I'm the Comedic Bat—the one who defeated the Dark Knight Legion and saved Angsty Midlife Crisis Bats more than once."
"Nanaue is Shark Robin—my most loyal sidekick," he added.
Nanaue struck a one-handed finger-gun pose, leaning coolly on Allen's left side like a 007 character.
"I just wanted a photo to sell for some cash," Peter admitted awkwardly.
Among superheroes, few had the billionaire status of Iron Man or Batman. Most were just regular folks struggling to make ends meet.
At that moment, Peter's phone rang.
He pulled off his mask, suddenly serious. "Hello? Mr. Stark? Need my help?"
"Got it. I'm on my way."
As soon as the call ended, Peter put his mask back on and said apologetically, "Guys, I've got to go save the world. Let's catch up at the usual spot another time."
Before anyone could respond, he swung away toward Stark Tower.
Watching him disappear, Wade sighed, "Ever since Iron Man brought him into the Avengers, he's been impossible to track down."
"My nephew's probably trying to score with his aunt," Allen declared with certainty.
"Your nephew?"
"Iron Man. Tony."
"…"
Wade raised an eyebrow. "You're Asian. How could you have a white relative?"
"His dad and I were coworkers. Back in World War II," Allen said sincerely.
"Why not say you were already in the New Continent before America was even founded?" Wade mocked.
"Bingo! Five hundred years ago, I established a nation here in the New Continent and led my people to repel the dark creature invasion."
Of course, the claim was too fantastical—no one in their right mind would believe it.
Then Allen said mysteriously, "Wanna have some fun?"
"What do you have in mind?" Wade leaned in with a cheeky grin.
"The Avengers have a big mission coming up. How about we livestream the whole thing?"
Allen pitched the idea enthusiastically, "I'll be the star host, you'll be the star guest, and Nanaue's the cameraman. I even have the title ready—'Super Interview: Land of the Free, Disasters Every Day.'"
"Sounds like a hit!"
Wade stood with hands on hips, readily agreeing.
Before going live, they had to prep some gear—naturally, Wade's smartphone. He even had an account on the biggest social platform, but unfortunately, his short videos barely got any views.
Who in their right mind would follow a lunatic's daily life?
"My follower count's in the single digits," Wade said gloomily. "If I had a million fans, I would've become a streamer ages ago."
"I've got a solution."
In the virtual realm, Allen had help from the AI, Unita. A quick hack into the platform's entire user base meant instant push notifications to everyone—and voilà, followers galore.
He raised his hand, conjuring a portal that opened into Stark Tower's conference room.
"Holy crabcakes!"
Wade clutched his face in shock, looking like someone who'd never seen magic before. "You're a wizard?! Can you give me the powers of Shazam?"
"I don't have Shazam powers, but I can get you a bottle of Six God cologne. Interested?"
Allen stepped into the conference room and asked JARVIS for the incident location.
Then he opened another portal—this time to a small country in the Americas.