Chapter 46: It's already the third day, not the second day, right?
About half an hour later, the sounds in the room gradually subsided, and Nora finished organizing the contents of her suitcase.
She glanced at the bathroom, then sniffed herself, feeling a bit hesitant.
"Should I, should I take a shower?"
Nora wanted to take a bath and have a good rest.
However, Sean Brooke was still here. Would it be inappropriate if she went?
Looking towards the bedroom, a fleeting, unrealistic fantasy suddenly flashed through Nora's mind, and her face instantly turned red.
She quickly patted her face to clear her head, thinking she must have been too tired today.
Just as she was wavering between the bedroom and the bathroom, her eyes caught sight of the photo on the coffee table, and she instantly calmed down, as if a basin of Water had been poured over her.
On the coffee table was a photo of their family, with her husband standing on the right.
Earlier today, she had first gone to the hospital to identify his body before returning to participate in the protest.
Nora sat on the sofa, picked up the photo, looked at the warm family portrait, and recalled their past days.
Although they had been in a cold war for a long time in recent years, and their relationship had faced a crisis.
Even so, she couldn't bring herself to think about another man the day after her husband died.
"Forget it, he probably wouldn't be interested in me anyway."
If it were other men, Nora would have some confidence, but facing Sean Brooke, she felt she had no advantage.
"Not interested in what?" Sean Brooke asked as he walked out of the bedroom.
Nora jumped in surprise, quickly stood up, hid the photo behind her, and said shyly with a slight blush:
"No... nothing."
She secretly glanced at Sean Brooke, wondering if he had heard her muttering to herself.
Sean Brooke didn't expose her. How could he, with his Super Hearing, not have heard clearly, right?
He slowly walked up to Nora, took the photo she was hiding behind her, and then led her to sit on the sofa together, saying softly:
"Is this your husband?"
"Yes, he died in this disaster."
Sean Brooke put his arm around her shoulder, saying with some regret:
"I'm sorry, if only I could have been faster."
Nora shook her head vigorously, her eyes already a little moist, and her tone became sorrowful, "It's not your fault, really..."
Soon, Nora began to sob, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Sean Brooke pulled her into his arms, and Nora could no longer suppress her emotions, crying out loud.
No one knew what she had been through these past few days; her home was gone, and her husband was also gone.
Although her husband had already considered divorce, he hadn't directly stated it, and she felt her family could still hold on.
But this disaster directly ignited everything.
She was only a woman under thirty; how could she withstand such a blow?
Nora buried her face in Sean Brooke's arms, continuously sobbing. Sean Brooke gently patted her, just as she would comfort Inisa.
The two stayed on the sofa like that for a long time. Gradually, Nora's crying stopped, but she felt a bit too embarrassed to look up.
She had inexplicably cried in Sean Brooke's arms. He must feel very awkward, or perhaps unlucky, to encounter a woman like her.
Sean Brooke heard the person in his arms fall silent and thought she had fallen asleep, so he lowered his head to look at her.
Coincidentally, Nora also thought of a reason to explain and was about to look up.
The two looked into each other's eyes and didn't look away.
Was Nora beautiful? This was certain, otherwise Sean Brooke wouldn't have gone to such great lengths.
She didn't have a melon-seed face; instead, she was a bit rounded, or rather, Nora was a bit rounded all over, except for her stomach and legs.
Perhaps due to being a stay-at-home mother for a long time, Nora was not as alluring as Hess, not as captivating as Natasha Romanoff, and not as innocent as Millis, but she gave people a very comfortable feeling.
If Hess was the first sip of cola in summer, then Nora was the first sip of lamb soup in winter, incredibly heartwarming.
Moreover, the faint milky scent on her always made Sean Brooke unconsciously want to get closer.
And then, even closer.
Watching Sean Brooke getting closer and closer, Nora's heart pounded rapidly.
She glanced at the time out of the corner of her eye, as if she had found a reason for herself.
"N-now, it's already the third day, so it's not the second day, right?"
Nora's husband's photo slipped from the sofa, its whereabouts unknown.
...
The next morning, Nora heard Inisa calling her and realized it was almost ten o'clock.
Rubbing her face, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept in. He was truly amazing.
Nora cautiously walked out to check, feeling a bit anxious, wondering if Sean Brooke was still there, or rather, if she hoped he was still there.
Upon reaching the living room, Nora knew what she felt inside.
Although she knew it was impossible, seeing that he was truly gone, she still felt a little disappointed.
If not for the lingering warmth and sensation on her body, she would even have thought that last night was just a dream.
"Mom. Breakfast is ready." Inisa called from the kitchen.
Nora snapped back to reality and replied with some guilt, "Sorry, Inisa, Mommy overslept. We'll go buy something to eat now."
Inisa carefully walked out carrying a plate, smiling as she said:
"Mommy, Uncle Sean Brooke had the hotel send this over. I've already eaten, you eat quickly!"
"Ah, and where is Uncle Sean Brooke?"
"He said he was going to the site to help everyone clean up, so he left first."
"Is that so? That's good."
Nora walked to the balcony, eating her breakfast with a smile.
...
Along both sides of Broadway, a large number of medical and disaster relief personnel were clearing the site.
Abomination's destructive power was immense; any car or other object he casually threw would cause huge damage to the surroundings.
Sean Brooke propped up a wall with one hand, glanced at it, and shouted to the emergency personnel behind him: "There are still living people here, come quickly!"
Soon, a team came over and, with Sean Brooke's help, rescued the people trapped under the rubble.
After the people were carried away, reporters swarmed in and took several more sets of photos.
This time, Sean Brooke didn't smile for the camera. He gave a faint greeting and continued to immerse himself in the rescue work.
His serious demeanor drew a burst of screams from the crowd.
He was simply too handsome! Indeed, a man working seriously is the most handsome!
[Detected a suitable love interest: Lisha Carey.]
Hearing the long-unheard prompt, Sean Brooke turned his back to the crowd, and the smile on his face became a little more unrestrained.
Although he didn't know if it was because of Abomination, he was truly a good person!
I really shouldn't have abused him. Next time, I will... I will pay attention.
Sean Brooke quickly took a deep breath to compose himself.
Just one Abomination had such an effect. Sure enough, his decision to have Thanos snap his fingers was correct!
As for himself, Sean Brooke wasn't worried, because he had something very super.
[Super Luck: The goddess of luck will favor you three times. Please seize the opportunity.]
With this, Thanos's threat virtually didn't exist for him.
There was no need to worry about snaps or gems; he could just have fun.
Just like now, if Sean Brooke wanted Thanos to snap his fingers, he had to.
Wanting half the people back wasn't difficult; the Avengers could do it themselves, he didn't need to snap his fingers.
Since this snap only had benefits and no drawbacks, why not do it?
Sean Brooke looked up at the sky, suddenly somewhat anticipating his arrival. Or perhaps, gather a few gems and send them to him?
Hehe, at the end, he seemed a little excited.
Chapter 47 Lisha
Just as Sean Brooke was lost in thought, a woman broke into the disaster relief area and headed straight for Sean, but she was quickly stopped by the rescue team.
They didn't know how many fanatical fans like this they had stopped today; hadn't they seen the large group of women still on the perimeter?
Coulson walked over, took one look, and ordered, "Let her through."
The rescue team members looked at each other, not daring to disobey the order. Although they didn't know why, they let her pass.
The woman said thank you and continued walking toward Sean.
Standing on top of the building ruins, Sean saw a woman coming toward him. He looked down carefully, then glanced at Coulson, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't let him go.
This guy really understood him; with him around, he seemed to save a lot of trouble.
The woman looked up, panting, and started to climb up.
This action surprised Sean a bit; it was the first time he had seen such a reckless fan.
He quickly flew down, held out his palm, and stopped her, saying, "Ma'am, it's dangerous here."
Lisha grabbed Sean's hand tightly and said in an excited tone, "I... my name is Lisha, please, you must save me!"
She was panting heavily, looking like she had run all the way here, as if someone were chasing her.
If there weren't so many people around, Sean would have liked to help her catch her breath, but unfortunately, there were too many people.
"Slow down, don't worry. You're safe here. Let's rest for a moment; whatever you want to say can wait."
Sean took her to the back of the ruins, where there was no attention from others.
Lisha's emotions slowly calmed down, and she looked at Sean with eyes full of gratitude.
She had been looking for Sean for a long time during this period, but never had the opportunity.
Until this time, when she heard that Sean would be coming to the scene to help, she set off immediately.
Lisha took a deep breath, squeezed Sean's hand again to encourage herself, and said, "My name is LishaCarey, and my husband is Cliff Carey, a Vampire Hunter."
With Sean's help, the ruins had been cleared.
Of course, most of the work was still done by the rescue team and Ivan, but since Sean was present, most of the reporters only filmed him.
Sean didn't need to come back for the remaining reconstruction work; after all, his goal had been achieved, and coming again would be meaningless.
Bringing Lisha to the Hess Family Residence, Sif poured tea for both of them and then left, leaving them in the living room.
Sean took a sip of tea and looked at Lisha. She was likely an ordinary person without the ability to distinguish Vampires, which made things easier.
"Can you tell me the situation in detail?"
"Of course!"
Lisha took the water cup and sat next to Sean, as if she only felt safe when sitting beside him.
Her proactive manner made Sean wonder if she had fabricated a family member identity just to get close to him.
But her next words made Sean believe her.
"That night, an unknown Black man took my husband Carey and my brother Shabil out."
"My brother is also a hunter, and that Black man seemed to be a hunter too, likely a rather powerful one. Anyway, my brother and husband looked at him with some admiration."
Three Vampire Hunters, one Black man... uh, weren't those the three from that night?
Lisha's voice choked up, and she looked at Sean, continuing, "But after the three of them went out that night, they never returned. I don't even know if they are still alive..." She then threw herself into Sean's arms and burst into tears.
In fact, she knew clearly in her heart that after so many days without returning, they were surely in grave danger.
It was just that she hadn't seen the bodies, so she still held a glimmer of hope.
Sean patted her gently, but he was hesitant about how to handle her.
Gradually, Lisha stopped crying, looked up, and asked, "Sean, you will help me, right?"
"Of course." Sean smiled slightly and comforted her, "Even if it were an ordinary person, I would help, let alone you being the family of a Vampire Hunter. How could I let them die without knowing the truth?"
Lisha felt a little happier, wiped her tears, and said, "Thank you, Sean. If you don't help, I really won't have any other options."
"Rest assured, leave this to me." Sean hugged her and promised.
Lisha nestled in Sean's arms and actually drifted off to sleep.
During this time, she hadn't been able to sleep peacefully, always feeling that a Vampire would rush over the next second and tear her apart.
Lisha had lacked a sense of security since she was a child. The day she met Cliff, she happened to be cornered by a few thugs in an alley.
Then, he appeared.
Lisha had never seen anyone so brave. He knocked down three or five thugs all by himself, which made her, who had just entered society, admire him greatly and feel a sense of security by his side.
Just like that, without any surprises, they fell in love.
Her brother also trained with Cliff, and life had always been wonderful; she had always been at ease, until they disappeared.
Lisha, in her sleep, suddenly woke up because she felt the person beside her had left.
Seeing Sean chatting with another woman in the kitchen, Lisha hesitated for a moment, said a simple goodbye, and left in a hurry.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would never want to leave.
Although she didn't want to return to that empty home, there was no place for her here.
Moreover, she had no reason to ask Sean to accompany her; relying solely on the identity of a Vampire Hunter's family member was far from enough.
After Lisha left, Hess pulled Sean to the living room, sat on his lap, and asked softly, "What do you plan to do?"
Sean touched her face and smiled, "What, do you have an idea?"
Seeing Hess's cunning look, Sean knew she was plotting something strange.
However, he didn't care about the details; as long as he was the ultimate beneficiary, that was fine.
Hess turned her body, placed herself on top, looked down at Sean, and said in an extremely seductive tone, "You'll know soon~"
After a long time, Sean thought this was "soon," but it turned out Hess said to set aside time tomorrow night, and she would arrange the rest.
Sean naturally agreed and was very much looking forward to it; he loved these kinds of little surprises.
Sean hadn't enjoyed such surprises for a long time.
Only Christine and Gwen occasionally played their parts naturally; Millis's acting wasn't good, she was a bit too green.
Looking at the time, it was already getting late.
But Sean didn't stay at the Hess Family Residence; instead, he went to consolidate his relationships, otherwise the flavor would fade.
"Why are you here!"
Nora looked pleasantly surprised, quickly covered her mouth, and looked toward the bedroom, afraid that her voice was too loud and would wake Inisa.
What she didn't know was that this kind of star-rated hotel had great soundproofing!
"Ahem, I forgot something and came to look for it."
Hearing that Sean had serious business, Nora felt a bit disappointed, but still asked with a smiling face, "What are you looking for? Let me help you."
"No need, I can do it myself. That thing should still be on you, as long as you haven't taken a shower."
As it turned out, it was impossible for Nora not to shower, so the thing Sean wanted to find was naturally gone. However, it wasn't a big problem; he still had plenty.
A long time later...
Nora lay by Sean's ear and asked with a satisfied look, "Will you come to look for it again tomorrow?"
Sean didn't speak; he just wanted to hold her quietly as before and fell asleep accompanied by the milky fragrance.
Chapter 48: Tony, as your elder, I'll give you a word of advice: the palladium in your chest will make your death a painful one.
Ivan was also busy this night.
Unlike Sean, he was truly busy—so busy that he didn't even know what he was doing.
Returning to the warehouse, he took off the Armor, looked at himself in the mirror, and slapped himself hard across the face.
This feeling of helplessness was even worse than when he was in Siberia.
Suddenly, a knock at the door sounded. Ivan was instantly on guard. He knew the researchers outside wouldn't disturb him, and Sean wouldn't come by at night, so who could it be?
"Come in!"
Ivan stared intently at the person at the doorway, his hand already gripping a weapon.
Yes, a weapon. Sean only said not to add weapons to the Guardian, he didn't say he couldn't use any.
But the person who pushed the door open shocked him so much that he didn't know whether he should strike.
The person who arrived was Tony. After finding out Ivan's location from Sean, he had rushed over.
After entering, he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, walking straight to the Guardian and starting to critique it.
"Not a bad design. I'm truly surprised you could make this. Although you relied on your elder's blueprints, it's still impressive."
For Tony to say something like that—which counted as a compliment—he had done his best.
He was only able to praise this Armor because his father had worked with Ivan's father.
But to Ivan, these words were naked mockery.
He burst into loud laughter, pointing at Tony repeatedly as if looking at something hilarious.
"Heh heh, ha ha! As expected, you people of the Stark Family are all the same: hypocrites, thieves, liars!"
Although Tony was a bit confused, he wouldn't back down. "I advise you to take back those words about the Stark Family."
Ivan snorted coldly, slammed the table, and roared:
"You only survived because of my father! Otherwise, how would you have the chance to stand here and talk to me!"
"I survived because of this." Tony said, pointing to his own head.
Ivan felt like laughing at this and shook his head, saying:
"The Arc Reactor was my father's work, but it was stolen by your father, Howard. I'm not wrong when I say you are thieves!"
Before Tony could retort, Ivan continued: "Your father used underhanded means to exile my father to Russia. Do you know why he did that?"
"Heh heh, it turns out he was afraid my father would use the Arc Reactor technology to manufacture weapons and bring disaster to the people of this World."
"But what he didn't expect was that his child, Tony Stark, would actually use this technology to create countless weapons to make a fortune. Tell me, isn't that hilarious?"
Tony stared, not saying a word.
First of all, he didn't believe Ivan's one-sided story, and he believed his father would never steal someone else's research results.
Besides, he knew exactly how his own reactor was made.
But there was one point he couldn't refute: the matter of manufacturing weapons, which was a permanent knot in his heart.
He rarely played with his father growing up. In Tony's memory, his father was always stern, always looking dissatisfied with him.
This made Tony think more than once that perhaps he didn't love him, only his research.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't brought over his father's belongings this time, he might have believed that forever.
Seeing Ivan's attitude, Tony knew that further conversation today was impossible. He would see if bringing Sean next time could help him calm down.
Just as Tony turned to leave, Ivan said sarcastically:
"Tony, as your elder, I'll give you a word of advice: the palladium in your chest will make your death a painful one."
"Don't worry, I've already solved it."
Having said that, Tony slammed the door and left, leaving Ivan looking disbelieving.
He had already solved the palladium issue, while I'm still just moving bricks!
Ivan became angrier and angrier, wishing he could rush to Sean right now, have him hand over the damn Vibranium, and then go properly humiliate Tony!
At this moment, another knock sounded at the door, and a letter was slipped in through the crack.
Ivan opened it, puzzled. Inside was a note from Sean and a business card.
[I know you're anxious, so I've found a weapons manufacturer for you. You can contact them first. It's a good chance for you to feel the power of your own name—Sean.]
Ivan opened the door. No one was standing outside, just the group of researchers, who didn't know what they were doing.
Holding the business card in his hand, he made the call with half-belief.
"Hello? Who is this?" The person on the other end was naturally Hammer.
"Ivan Vanko."
He turned to look at the Armor, sighed, and added: "You can also call me Brave Guardian."
At this, an excited voice came over the phone, and Hammer said somewhat nervously:
"Oh, I'm sorry! Of course I know your name. I just don't know why you're calling. Did I commit some offense?"
"No. I heard you are a weapons manufacturer?"
Hammer's eyes lit up, and he sat up on the bed immediately. "Yes! That's right, I am. Do you have any ideas?"
"Hmm."
"Then, are you free tomorrow?"
"Yes."
Hammer took a deep breath, not knowing how to express his inner excitement, covering the phone while jumping up and down.
"You... wait for me. I'm flying back to New York right now!"
"Good."
After hanging up, Hammer quickly contacted his plane, not daring to delay a single moment.
Ivan had calmed down a lot on his end. Looking at Sean's letter, he couldn't help but smile. He hadn't expected that he actually wanted to help him.
In that case, he couldn't be like that Joker family, the Starks, breaking his word. He had to keep his promise.
...
During the day the next day, Sean went to visit them, increasing his Affection Points a bit more.
He waited until the evening he had been looking forward to, wanting to see what tricks Hess was going to play.
During this time, Tony and Fury both called, but were both turned down.
Tony wanted to ask him to go chat with Ivan together. For the second person capable of making a reactor, Tony was still a bit concerned.
But Sean wasn't going; even if he had time, he wouldn't go.
Then he mentioned that Ivan wanted to challenge him, telling Tony to go back and hurry up to polish his Armor, otherwise he would really be outdone.
If this had been said by Ivan, Tony would definitely have scoffed. With that thing of his, it would probably be hard enough to beat an Iron Monger, let alone the current him.
But since Sean said it, it meant he felt Ivan might win, which was why he told him to prepare.
Then he would really have to look forward to what kind of tricks this Guardian could pull off.
Fury wanted to chat with him about the Hulk and Ivan.
He wanted to hear Sean's opinion on the Hulk and the culprit, General Ross.
Also, the Military wanted to contact Ivan.
They had seen the performance of the Guardian; being able to fight the Abomination was enough to satisfy them.
If they added some weapons later, wouldn't that be another Iron Man?
It was just that Ivan was hesitant, saying he needed to ask for Sean's opinion.
After hearing these words, Sean only said two words: "Whatever."
Then, he threw the phone aside.
Now, he just wanted to wait for the surprise to arrive.
Chapter 49: Shocking! Homelander's Scumbag Deeds Exposed, the Secret He Has to Have with the Vampire Hunter's Wife!
At 9:30 PM, Lisha left the restaurant where she worked and walked to her car.
She sighed slightly; she hadn't received a call from Sean today either.
Although it had only been a day since she met Sean, she really didn't want to go home; there was no one waiting for her there anymore.
Lisha could only wipe away her tears silently, compose herself, and prepare to drive off.
Her home was not in the city center, as housing prices were too expensive for her to afford.
After leaving the city center and driving into a dark area, Lisha turned on her high beams and suddenly saw a group of people standing in front of her.
Not wanting to get into trouble, Lisha quickly turned off her high beams and pressed down hard on the accelerator, wanting to leave quickly.
As she got closer to the group, she saw their appearance.
Pale faces, a trace of red at the corners of their mouths, and they were staring at her with eerie smiles.
Even if Lisha were slow, she would have realized something was wrong, so she floored the accelerator.
But something shocking happened; the group started crashing directly into the car, some even blocking the front of the car, as if they didn't fear Death at all.
The impact on the car body made Lisha lose her grip on the steering wheel, and she crashed into a tree and stopped.
Lisha's head also hit the steering wheel. When she looked up, she saw a hideous face in front of the car window, baring fangs and laughing at her.
In an instant, Lisha felt a chill from head to toe; she recognized what the creature in front of her was: a Vampire.
She screamed as loudly as she could, trying to attract the attention of others.
But her reaction only made the Vampire outside more excited, as it used its claws to scrape the car, making a terrifying sound.
Lisha wanted to find the gun in the bag on the passenger seat; it contained bullets for dealing with Vampires.
But when she turned her head, she saw a female Vampire outside the car window holding her bag, looking at her with a playful expression.
Despair instantly enveloped Lisha; she even lost the will to resist, sitting there blankly, staring ahead with lifeless eyes.
"Is this the end? That's fine. Cliff, Shabil, I'm coming to see you."
Just as she was about to despair, a flash of Fire streaked past the car window, causing a glimmer of hope to flicker in Lisha's eyes and heart.
The flash of Fire appeared a few more times, and each appearance was accompanied by a scream, until the surroundings became quiet and the Fire did not appear again.
Knock, knock~
A sound came from the car window, followed by a voice familiar to Lisha.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Lisha could no longer hold back her emotions; she immediately opened the car door, hugged him, and cried out his name.
"Wuu~ Sean! Sean! I'm so scared!"
Sean, as if he had just discovered who was in the car, gently patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It's Lisha. It's okay, don't worry."
When he had just received the text message from Hess, Sean was still confused.
Why send a text message telling him to go to the suburbs? Was Hess starting to play exciting games too?
After Sean arrived, he understood what was going on. A group of Vampires were standing in the middle of the road with malicious intent, and Hess had even sent a text saying that these could all be killed.
It turned out she wanted to play the "hero saving the beauty" routine. Hess probably thought that day that Sean was hesitating about how to win over Lisha.
But that wasn't what Sean was hesitating about. Given Lisha's state that day, winning her over was incredibly simple—probably even easier than with Nora.
What Sean was hesitating about was the personality issue. Although Lisha was beautiful and offered Affection Points, he had been in the dating scene for many years and only avoided one type of woman.
That is, women who are too dependent on him.
For example, before, when Sean's relationship was exposed, quite a few people sent text messages questioning the situation, acting as if they were his official girlfriend.
Sean actually found this very headache-inducing. There were many girls he thought were quite good, but they parted ways and stopped contacting him for this very reason.
This is also why he needed an alias while traveling the world—to prevent this from happening.
Even the first item Sean redeemed was glasses that could hide his identity, which shows how much he avoided this matter.
That day at the Hess Family Residence, Sean could tell that Lisha was the kind of woman who lacked security and desperately needed someone to be with her.
This was the point of his hesitation. If he ever really had a relationship exposed, this Lisha would be a ticking time bomb.
"Shocking, Homelander Sean's Scumbag Deeds Exposed, the Secret He Has to Have with the Vampire Hunter's Wife!"
Thinking of this, Sean immediately felt disinterested. He had thought he could play with Hess here today.
"Alright Lisha, it's okay."
Lisha poked her head out and carefully looked around. Discovering that even the corpses were gone, she relaxed a little, but her hand was still tightly gripping Sean.
Seeing her like this, Sean sighed, knowing she definitely wouldn't let him leave tonight.
"I'll take you back. I'll have someone handle this place."
"Mm." Lisha nodded. She wanted to go get her bag but didn't dare go over by herself, so she looked at Sean timidly.
There was no other choice; Sean had to take her to the other side of the car, and Lisha quickly retrieved her bag.
But after getting the bag, she discovered something that looked familiar.
Letting go of Sean's hand, she crouched down to take a closer look. When she saw clearly what it was, tears immediately fell to the ground.
"This... these are Cliff's and my brother's things, these are their things!"
Lisha crouched on the ground, holding a watch and a necklace, crying uncontrollably.
The last glimmer of hope she had left also vanished; they were really dead!
...
Taking the heartbroken Lisha back home and placing her on the sofa, Sean prepared to get her a cup of hot Water.
Hot Water is actually quite useful; it's good for all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous illnesses. Of course, it depends on how you look.
But Lisha thought Sean was leaving and quickly hugged his arm, looking at him pleadingly, her eyes full of helplessness.
Sean patted the back of her hand and said: "I'm going to pour you a glass of Water, I'm not leaving."
"To... together."
Sean smiled helplessly; this kind of overly clingy personality was indeed a bit hard to handle.
After getting two glasses of Water, Sean used Heat Vision to heat them up and handed one to Lisha, joking:
"You are the first person to make me use superpowers to heat up Water. Taste it and see if it's good."
Lisha held the cup with both hands and took small sips. Although she was drinking Water, her eyes never left Sean for a moment, and her hand was still tightly gripping his, not letting go.
"Mm, it's delicious!" Lisha blinked her eyes and smiled at Sean.
This action actually earned her quite a few points in Sean's heart.
Large eyes filled with tears, slightly blushing cheeks, and a figure trembling from fear made Sean suddenly realize that although being clingy was a bit troublesome...
...it was actually quite comfortable.
He didn't actually dislike clinginess; he just hoped she would be clingy when he needed it. He didn't know if Lisha could master this balance.
Reaching out to wipe her tears, he said gently: "Go take a bath and have a good sleep. You'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow."
Lisha slowly moved closer, hugging Sean, her head rubbing against his chest like a kitten.
"Can we do it together?"
Sean stroked her hair and said with a slightly firmer tone: "That's not good, Lisha."
The delicate body in his arms visibly trembled. Lisha stopped her movements, slowly pulled away, her eyes full of disappointment.
"Sorry."
After saying that, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
...She doesn't play top lane; she doesn't know how to kite.
Sean smiled silently. Next time, he should probably play mid-lane.
Suddenly, Lisha opened the bathroom door a crack, poked her head out, and asked in a low voice: "Can you... wait for me outside?"
Sean waved his hand and said indifferently: "Go ahead, I'm not leaving."
Lisha shyly let out an "Mm," and gently closed the door, but didn't latch it tight.
Chapter 50: No Initiative, No Rejection, No Responsibility
As everyone knows, Sean is a scumbag... a good man.
Therefore, he is very skilled at maintaining the high ground in ambiguous relationships.
It's like when a man and woman are dating; the one who confesses first is inherently at a disadvantage.
Seeing Lisha's door not fully closed, anyone could guess what she was doing, but Sean wouldn't fall for it.
If he went in, wouldn't that mean admitting he was seduced by her charm? Although there was some truth to it, he couldn't admit it.
No initiative, no rejection, no responsibility.
These three prerequisites were the creed by which Sean survived.
So, even though Sean saw that Lisha had already finished washing up inside,
and was applying makeup in front of the mirror, spraying perfume, applying body lotion, trimming hair, and so on, he still didn't go in to look.
Lisha was also very nervous at this moment, her eyes glancing at the door from time to time, constantly hoping the door in front of her would be pushed open by him.
And then... and then, anywhere, anywhere would do.
After waiting a long time without getting the result she wanted, Lisha wiped off the water, afraid Sean might get impatient and leave, and hurriedly prepared to go out.
But just at that moment, the lights suddenly went out.
The surroundings plunged into pitch black, instantly making Lisha, who had just relaxed, tense up again. She shouted loudly:
"Sean! Sean! Are you still there?"
Following her memory, Lisha frantically opened the door and ran out, immediately bumping into a familiar feeling.
"Don't be afraid, it's probably just a blown fuse, no enemies," Sean comforted.
He was also a bit puzzled about why the lights suddenly went out, so he used his X-ray Vision to look around but didn't find anyone, only noticing that the fuse box seemed to have been tampered with.
Hmm! Indeed, older women really know how to play.
"Should I go fix it?"
After hugging Sean, Lisha's nervousness eased a lot; the sense of security he brought was quite substantial.
"There... don't seem to be any spare fuses at home."
Lisha lowered her head, her bare feet rubbing against each other incessantly, worried her lie would be exposed.
She just didn't want Sean to leave; what was wrong with that?
"Is that so? Then forget it. I'll carry you back to the bedroom."
Expose her? Hmph, even if there were spares, Sean would make sure to break them.
Hess had put in so much effort; if Sean didn't put in some effort too, he'd feel a bit sorry for her.
He slid his hands down, picked Lisha up, and walked straight toward the bedroom.
Lisha lightly bit her lip, tightly hugging Sean's neck, holding back from crying out. She had just come out of the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe, so there were some strange sensations.
He placed Lisha on the bed, but her hands didn't loosen. Sean looked at her helplessly and said calmly:
"Lisha, this isn't good."
This time, Sean wasn't worried Lisha wouldn't pull him closer because her bathrobe had already slipped off along the way.
"Don't go, please. At least... stay here tonight, okay?"
Then, without waiting for Sean's answer, Lisha used both hands, trying to pull him down.
Even the Abomination couldn't pull him down; do you think you can?
Of course, at a time like this, she really could.
Sean He fell down with the force of the fall.,The two people's eyes were very close.,Then their mouths were very close.,Then the distance got closer and closer...
It's unknown how long after, a sound came from the room.
Bang!
This sound wasn't like a bed hitting the wall; it was more like something falling.
"What was that?"
Sean was still planning to take a look when Lisha They got entangled., panting and shouting:
"It's nothing, just the wedding photo. Let's... continue!"
The swaying red wine glass, lips stained like blood—'The Princess'
[Affection Points Gained: 10]
[Affection Points Gained: 10]
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom.
Lisha's home wasn't in the city center but in the suburbs, some distance from New York.
The lighting here was good, and there weren't many people around, so the soundproofing goes without saying.
The room was somewhat messy; two pale legs shimmered with a faint glow under the sunlight.
On them, only a few spots reflected a glaring brightness, as if declaring the results of last night's battle.
Looking at this beautiful scene, Sean felt a bit reluctant to ruin it and prepared to leave quietly. It definitely wasn't because he was afraid things would get troublesome if Lisha woke up.
After the deed, brush off your clothes and leave, deeply concealing your identity and name.
Lisha was also sleeping soundly, or rather, it was the best sleep she'd had in a long time.
But when Sean withdrew his hand, she woke up instantly.
Seeing Sean Ready to leave, Lisha panicked and immediately used last night's move, It got tangled up.
But she underestimated the consequences of last night, letting out a pained cry.
Even so, she tightly hugged Sean's neck, slightly swaying her body, trying to make him stay.
"Lisha, that's enough."
Lisha lie in Sean's ear, not letting him see her somewhat pained expression, calmly replied, "No... no, I can still do it. Don't go."
"If you keep this up, I might not come next time," Sean said, feigning a somewhat angry tone.
Hearing this, Lisha felt a bit wronged and instantly stopped moving.
Suddenly, as if she thought of something again, she sat up straight, looked into Sean's eyes, and asked somewhat incredulously:
"Sss~ Ah! You... you'll come again next time?"
Sean put his hands behind his head, leaned against the headboard, glanced downward, and smiled. "What do you think?"
Lisha shed tears of happiness, grinning widely with joy.
"Rest for a bit."
While helping her wipe away tears, Sean I casually tidied her messy long hair..
Without Sight obstruction, Lisha admired what those women outside dreamed of.
Perhaps also feeling that her earlier actions had troubled Sean, Lisha felt very guilty in her heart.
How could she let Sean go out to save the World like this? She was too useless, truly feeling a bit ashamed to face him.
So, Lisha turned her body slightly.
This also reminded Sean why he used to like clingy little ones before.
Although the Follow-up processing is troublesome, when it's comfortable, it's really comfortable.
After all, who would truly dislike a woman whose whole heart is on you?
After a long while...
Sean helped the completely limp Lisha wash her face; she really had been too eager.
Unlike Hess, who knew how to take it step by step, understanding these things take time and not rushing too much.
"Don't live here anymore. It's sparsely populated and far from me; I'm afraid something might happen to you."
Lisha still hadn't fully recovered, still biting the finger Sean used to wipe her face. No matter what he asked, she only responded, "Mhm!"
Seeing her like this, Sean couldn't bear to leave either, so he stayed with her a while longer.
...
Fury called and asked, "Hey, Sean, we agreed to talk about the Brave Guardian and the Hulk today. Where are you?"
"Do you know that Ivan went to Hammer Industries yesterday?"
"And about the Hulk, what are your thoughts on General Ross... Will you say something already?!"
Sean had turned the phone volume to the minimum, afraid of disturbing Lisha's rest.
"Tomorrow. I'm very busy right now."
Chapter 51: Next Time, Don't Go Over Speed Bumps
It was already afternoon by the time he left Lisha's house.
There was no helping it; the crying child gets the treats.
During that time, Lisha wanted to try that flower, but Sean righteously refused her.
"Next time!"
When he came out, Natasha's car was already at the door; he didn't know if she had been waiting as long as Coulson usually did.
Leaning back in her seat and seeing the joyful expression on Sean's face, Natasha sighed.
"Sigh, Director Fury asked me to repeat his question. I figured you must have forgotten it."
Sean frowned. He had indeed forgotten, but he still wanted to put up a fight.
"If you could reenact what happened this morning, I'm sure I'd remember."
"Is that so?" Natasha chuckled.
"You don't believe me? Then let's try it."
Natasha instantly deflated and turned to ask tentatively, "What if I say I believe you?"
"Then that's perfect. Let's go back and try."
...
Sean drove back home, opened the car door on his side, and let Natasha get out first.
"Next time, don't drive over speed bumps," Natasha complained, clutching her head.
"Next time! Sure!" Sean readily agreed.
Natasha suddenly felt she shouldn't have clutched her head; she should have just covered her mouth.
Entering the house, Sean couldn't help but sigh, "I haven't been back for so long, it feels a bit unfamiliar."
Natasha, following behind, quipped, "Is it possible that's because this is a new house?"
Sean looked closely and indeed found some differences; the settings where the two of them usually spent time had all changed.
Natasha continued, "Ever since the monster appeared, your neighborhood has been swarmed with people wanting to buy houses. They think living next to you gives them a sense of security."
"This place is very secluded. In the future, try to drive when you come back so you won't be easily spotted."
Sean looked around the living room; it was much larger than the previous one, looking like it was big enough for a party.
Natasha looked at Sean helplessly, hands on her hips, knowing he definitely hadn't taken her words to heart.
"So, did you remember the question Fury asked you this morning?"
"Oh, I didn't. Repeat it again."
Sean wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he seemed a bit proud.
Left with no choice, Natasha could only patiently repeat it while closely watching Sean's reaction.
Sean sat on the sofa, stroked his chin, and looked at Natasha. "What do you think?"
Natasha tilted her head and gave Sean a mirthless smile, her expression clearly saying: Are you kidding me?
"Cough, if you don't want to say anything, then forget it." Sean waved his hand dismissively. "You guys handle it as you see fit. I'm serious."
As expected, Natasha wasn't as easy to fool as others. Sigh.
Seeing Sean's indifferent attitude made Natasha a bit wary, and she quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. First, I trust S.H.I.E.L.D. It's definitely right to let you handle it, just like how I trusted Sheriff George before."
"Second, I have very important matters to attend to."
Sean really didn't want to bother with these people. In his view, he had already done well enough by stepping in to drive back the Hulk and stabilize Ivan.
If he had to solve everything himself, it would be too exhausting.
After saying that, Sean took his car keys and left. Other people's homes were more comfortable after all.
Natasha didn't stop him because she couldn't tell if Sean was telling the truth or lying.
With anyone else, Natasha could usually tell using her professional skills.
But facing Sean, Natasha truly had no idea what he was thinking.
One moment he might be full of glib talk, and the next he could be throwing punches at the Hulk. No one knew what was on his mind.
Furthermore, Natasha noticed that Sean still had a strong childish streak.
He always thought about escaping troublesome matters, even if they were actually quite simple for him.
He also failed to notice that his opinion was very important—so important that no one could afford to be careless with anything concerning him.
After leaving home, Sean drove toward Queens.
He was very satisfied with what she had done this time. If only Natasha could work according to this standard as well.
Since he was satisfied, he would naturally try his best to fulfill the small tasks she had requested.
Driving to an intersection, Sif got into the car and said politely, "Mr. Sean, their territory is about five hundred meters ahead."
"Is that so? How have the Vampires been developing lately?"
Sif continued to answer all of Sean's questions meticulously: "Their numbers have already more than tripled since they first arrived."
"And those ones on the road earlier?"
"Just a bunch of conceited trash."
Suddenly realizing she had used foul language, Sif quickly lowered her head and apologized.
This left Sean a bit bewildered. He didn't quite understand why Sif was being so polite; he'd have to ask Hess about it later.
"By the way, why didn't Hess come today?"
"Mother has been working very hard lately. Not only has she gathered the scattered servants from before, but she has also acquired shares in many companies—entertainment, finance, media..."
Once she started talking about what Hess had been busy with recently, Sif's mouth didn't stop, constantly trying to let Sean know how hard Hess was working.
Sean listened seriously. Although he didn't remember any of it, he really did listen intently.
"Also, Mother invited those two women to work at the company so they could support themselves financially."
"Those two women?" Sean asked uncertainly. "Nora and Lisha?"
"Yes, exactly!"
Sean took a deep breath. Chatting with Sif seemed a bit exhausting; he really needed to ask Hess about it next time.
Sean was also very satisfied with Hess arranging jobs for the two of them. He hadn't expected her to even handle the aftermath; she was much better at this than he was.
Mainly, Sean trusted Hess. She wasn't the jealous type, so he felt at ease leaving people in her care.
After all, he couldn't just transfer money to them every now and then; that would be very strange.
The feelings between them were very pure. It would be terrible if they were tainted by something as filthy as money.
...
Before long, Sean drove into an underground parking lot, and two pairs of eyes immediately locked onto them.
Were they still a bit wary upon seeing Sean? Because he was wearing glasses, they didn't recognize him.
But after seeing Sif, the tense expressions on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by an exceptionally respectful look.
While the two were still quite a distance away, they bowed ninety degrees and said in unison, "Welcome!"
Sif's eyes changed, revealing a scarlet hue, and she said coldly, "Get lost!"
"Yes!"
Those two things, whatever they were, immediately ran off, their faces actually showing excitement, which made Sean feel disgusted.
"Mr. Sean, let's go inside."
Sif had a smile on her face, looking like the girl next door, a stark contrast to her fierce and overbearing demeanor from just a moment ago.
Sean looked at her in a new light. He hadn't expected someone so young to be so two-faced. Interesting.
Chapter 52: Didn't your family tell you not to play with your food?
Entering the elevator, Sif glanced at the surveillance camera nearby before pressing the button for the top floor. As the elevator ascended, Sean soon heard the sound of noisy singing nearby.
This building was managed by the two Elders along with three or five lackeys, while the rest had been dispersed to various states.
As the city with the highest concentration of power, New York was naturally where the two Elders held court personally; they still harbored a desire to reach for that position once again.
The elevator suddenly stopped when it passed the eighth floor, and miserable cries for help came from outside.
Sif immediately stood in front of Sean, baring her fangs and staring fiercely at the elevator door.
With a ding, the doors opened. A black man covered in blood was wailing on the ground, his hands constantly clawing forward.
A Vampire bared its fangs and grabbed his leg, dragging him back. Although the black man was quite muscular, the Vampire dragged him as easily as pulling a chick.
Hearing the elevator doors open, the Vampire froze for a moment, because not just anyone could come up to the eighth floor.
Upon seeing Sif, it immediately dropped the person in its hand and greeted her very respectfully.
The hierarchy of the Vampires was extremely strict, and the suppression between bloodlines was fatal, let alone for Sif who had absorbed the Blood Pool.
"How are you handling things? You can't even deal with this little thing properly?" Sif reprimanded.
The Vampire opposite dared not retort and kept apologizing.
Sif did not want to dirty Sean's eyes, so she did not dwell on it and prepared to continue upward.
"No rush, let me take a look." After saying that, Sean walked over to see this "granary" built by the Vampires.
On the tenth floor, the two Elders had cleared out all the servants and were waiting at the elevator entrance; they had to treat Sean with caution.
When they saw the elevator stop at the eighth floor and not come up immediately, their hearts tightened, knowing that Sean must have seen the scene inside.
The two Elders looked at each other, and both could see the worry in the other's eyes.
"Let's go down and take a look first!"
"Okay!"
The two of them rushed down immediately and reached the eighth floor in less than a minute, just in time to see their blood-food clinging to Sean's thigh and crying for help.
This scene made both of their heart rates accelerate significantly.
Sean also noticed them, frowned slightly, and said seriously: "Didn't your family tell you not to play with your food?"
All three Vampires froze, but only Sif looked on with admiration—he was indeed the man of her mother, and she didn't feel there was anything wrong with those words at all.
The two Elders had seen great storms after all, so they quickly recovered and hurriedly agreed.
Sean looked around, and finding no one familiar, he let it be. He kicked away the person at his feet and returned to the elevator with Sif.
The two Elders followed closely behind, their hearts feeling ice-cold.
If God had no mercy, He would be even more terrifying than Satan.
Upon reaching the tenth floor, Sif stepped out of the elevator quickly and came to the dining table to pull out a chair.
Sean did not dwell on her actions and gladly accepted her service.
Setting the tableware, putting on the napkin, and pouring red wine—after finishing these, Sif stood respectfully beside Sean with a satisfied expression.
Sean cut a small piece of beef, fed a bite to Sif, and then asked the Elders in front of him: "Speak, what is it that you need?"
The Right Elder gave two dry laughs, "Hehe, it's nothing major."
"It's just that the people below asked to what extent they can go."
"To what extent?"
"Yes!" The Left Elder added: "Or rather, at what point will our actions cause your displeasure?"
"Once we know, we will let the people below restrain themselves a bit. The group of blood-servants on the highway before had just been a bit too excessive."
Sean took a sip of red wine and nodded; the taste was indeed good, and he whispered to Sif to get some to take back.
The Elders opposite dared not urge him, only feeling somewhat uneasy in their hearts.
This World was no longer the same as it was a hundred years ago; in just over a decade, their Vampirerace had become disconnected from the era.
Whether it was super-powered individuals like Sean, the Hulk who was even more of a monster than them, or Stark who created technology beyond this era, none of them were people they could provoke.
Moreover, after they came out, the more they learned, the more afraid they became of this new World.
Like the people in New Mexico said, Mjolnir fell from the sky; when they heard this news, they didn't even think it was fake.
Because news even came from Dice's side, saying that the human she found had not only lived for over a thousand years but also possessed the courage of ten thousand men.
It was also said that as long as he was around, the likes of Hulk, Homelander, Iron Man, and so on were all trash.
Of course, they dared not tell Sean this; otherwise, who knew what would happen.
Sean teased Sif a few more times before looking at them and saying: "Ask Hess; her attitude is my attitude toward you."
"She can completely represent my attitude toward you Vampires. In the future, just ask her about matters concerning you."
The two Elders looked at each other and shared a bitter smile. They didn't know if this was good or bad for them.
Although Hess was a Vampire, and a pureblood at that, she seemed to have no intention of considering the interests of the Vampires, which gave them a headache.
Before, when Hess wasn't strong, she hadn't revealed this, and they had trusted purebloods very much. Who knew that after meeting Sean, everything would change.
Sean took the hot towel handed to him by Sif, wiped his hands, and asked: "Is there anything else?"
The Right Elder quickly said: "Uh, there is also the previously mentioned Dice; she might come over recently, but she will bring an Easterner who is said to be very powerful."
"Oh, that's fine, just have Hess call me when the time comes."
The two Elders also saw that Sean had no interest in chatting with them, so they did not continue with small talk.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Sean took Sif and left. He really had no interest in chatting with them; it was all unimportant content.
Coming over here was also out of consideration for Hess; she said that by coming to take a look, the Elders would be more well-behaved.
But Hess might have underestimated Sean's deterrent power.
When no one was around, the two Elders dared to breathe heavily, their eyes filled with fear.
"Do you think the person Dice mentioned can be compared to..."
Before the Left Elder could finish speaking, the Right Elder slapped his hand down and said sternly: "Do not have strange thoughts. As long as we do not make mistakes, the Vampire race will surely rebuild its glory!"
Regarding this point, the Right Elder was deeply convinced.
Even if Hess turned her back on them, she was still a pureblood, which was an immutable fact.
As long as Hess could keep him tied down, the Vampire race would never decline, especially after today's attitude from Sean, which gave him even more confidence.
A person without moral constraints was already terrifying enough, not to mention Homelander.
Chapter 53: Super Sneeze
After sending Sif home, Sean Brooke flew continuously towards the southeast, using his full strength this time to see how fast his limit speed was.
A violent roar erupted over New York City.
The public didn't pay much attention, thinking it was some kind of fighter jet or airplane, but certain insiders were very shocked.
For example, Nick Fury immediately called Natasha to ask where Sean Brooke had gone.
When her answer was that she didn't know, Nick Fury sighed silently and clenched his fists.
He knew that Sean Brooke was already somewhat out of control and not as obedient as he was at the beginning.
Nick Fury snorted and laughed out loud; perhaps this might be better.
Otherwise, he would have been suspicious of an incredibly obedient Superman.
After Tony Stark learned about it, he just had Jarvis record his speed and then devoted himself entirely to armor research again.
Currently, what he needed to create most was the Hulkbuster armor; last time he had to research new elements and was not present.
Although no one blamed him, he certainly didn't feel good about it.
He secretly swore to himself that if Hulk came again next time, he would definitely defeat him, or at least not lose.
...
Over the Atlantic Ocean, Sean Brooke was flying rapidly, creating bursts of sonic booms.
Coastal countries became nervous; they had heard of the prestige of Homelander, but they all thought it was just hype from America.
Just like with Captain America, it wasn't the first time they had done such things.
However, when they saw with their own eyes a human flying at supersonic speeds, they truly believed that the World had changed.
Sean Brooke headed straight for the African continent; this was the route Hess had planned for him, and if he deviated even a little, he might not meet this target.
In a certain agricultural country in Africa, Wakanda also discovered Sean Brooke.
Or rather, ever since he entered the Atlantic Ocean, Wakanda had been keeping an eye on him.
Shuri simulated in the laboratory and found that if Sean Brooke kept flying along this route, he would definitely pass through Wakanda.
She immediately had the guards notify her father, the current King, T'Chaka.
Upon hearing the news, the King immediately rushed to the laboratory, accompanied by the female guard Captain Okoye, his wife Ramonda, and his son T'Challa.
Queen Ramonda suggested with worry: "Could Homelander have discovered Wakanda?"
The King pondered for a moment, "Probably not."
He had great confidence in Wakanda's technology; for so many years, no one had ever discovered the secrets here, and they had always kept them well hidden.
T'Challa stood up and said: "Whether he is just passing by or here on purpose, we must prepare for the worst; Wakanda must never be exposed."
Upon hearing this, the guard Captain's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and she immediately stated: "We will do our best to face all enemies, no matter who he is! Long live Wakanda!"
The King nodded with satisfaction and looked at Shuri: "Check the dome shield, don't let any mistakes happen; avoid contact if possible."
"Okay."
Shuri could only agree, hoping in her heart that Homelander was just passing by.
She was different from the others; besides research, she also often followed news from America and was clear about Homelander's strength.
After the King, Queen, and guard Captain had left, T'Challa looked at his solemn-faced sister and asked: "Shuri, do you have no confidence in Wakanda?"
"Brother, I know better than you how powerful Wakanda's technology is, but... sigh."
Shuri didn't continue, quickly turning the shield's mimicry mode to the maximum, hoping to get through this difficulty.
Seeing her like this, T'Challa stopped bothering her and walked out thoughtfully.
"Brother!" Shuri called out to him, thought about it, and still said with some worry: "If Homelander really comes in, it's best not to have a conflict with him."
Then, Shuri opened all the recorded videos of Sean Brooke in action.
Watching the video of one person suppressing two armors, and the monster Abomination being beaten by him with no power to fight back, T'Challa sighed and said: "I know."
After speaking, he walked out; it seemed the defensive measures needed to be changed.
Outside, the King treated this matter very seriously, summoning the leaders of the major tribes overnight to bring troops and prepare for defense.
Because the assembly was very hasty, and after hearing that the target this time was only one person, the leaders of other tribes didn't take it too seriously.
It was only because he was the King that some clansmen were gathered to rush over.
Not long after, Okoye, who was still organizing the defensive formation, heard a sound from afar; looking up, she saw a bright light rapidly approaching.
Okoye's eyes changed, and she tapped her Vibranium spear on the ground, "Guard team!"
Behind her, a dozen black bald women dressed and styled just like her shouted: "Long live Wakanda!"
In the laboratory, Shuri was also nervously watching the light spot on the radar; it was almost there!
A minute later, the light spot arrived over Wakanda, didn't stop, and flew straight past.
Seeing this situation, the people of the various tribes instantly lost interest; originally, they were a bit nervous seeing the King make such a big fuss.
Hmph, they couldn't even see through Wakanda's shield; they had no right to be an enemy of Wakanda.
Shuri watched the light spot fly past and breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, she discovered that the light spot had turned back.
Watching the light spot rapidly approach and stop over Wakanda, the last glimmer of luck in Shuri's heart vanished.
Homelander was aiming directly for Wakanda!
Sean Brooke paused over Wakanda, looking at the people in strange costumes below, feeling a bit fortunate.
Fortunately, they all came out; otherwise, he would have really flown past.
Wakanda's mimicry protection was almost non-existent to Sean Brooke, especially since before coming, Sean Brooke had specifically upgraded his X-ray vision ability by several levels.
He also happened to redeem a flashy area-of-effect skill.
Wait, wait, wait! Super Sneeze!
[Super Sneeze: Your yawns and sneezes will cause area damage; the closer the distance, the higher the damage. PS: Can be toggled on and off freely.]
Slowly approaching, not long after, Sean Brooke touched Wakanda's shield and put his hand on it to feel it.
The moment his hand touched the shield, bursts of blue shockwaves echoed out, and a counter-force tried to block Sean Brooke.
This action made the people below extremely nervous; he didn't fly straight down, but stopped outside the shield—didn't that mean he could see it?
The guard team immediately shielded the Prince and Queen, the King instantly summoned the Black Panther armor, and the other tribes also picked up their weapons, ready to fight.
No matter what enemy they faced, they could die, but they would absolutely not be afraid.
"Father, I think we can talk to him properly!" T'Challa shouted from behind.
The King waved his hand and said indifferently: "Wakanda cannot be exposed!"
Sean Brooke in the sky didn't care what they were thinking below; he withdrew his palm, clenched his fist, and hammered down.
With two bangs, he hammered down, waking up the people below who were still sleeping; the ground bounced a few times, but the shield remained intact.
Now, Sean Brooke became interested; this shield was quite impressive.
Although he didn't use full force, the strength was already much heavier than when he fought Abomination.
It was not surprising, after all, Wakanda's technology tree was fully invested in defense.
Chapter 54: Heavens! Is It Too Late?
Wakanda's defenses are notoriously tough; after all, as a country possessing Vibranium, they naturally put a lot of research into defense.
In contrast, their offensive capabilities were somewhat underwhelming.
Although they have aircraft and cannons, they pale in comparison to their defenses.
Of course, Wakanda's energy shield isn't perfect, just like during the final battle with Thanos.
It can withstand spaceships descending from the Universe, but it cannot block the impact of every monster; after all, it's just an energy shield, and there will always be times when it can't be replenished in time.
Pressing his hand against the shield, Sean could feel that this small section of the defense was getting harder and harder, unlike at the beginning when it was somewhat soft.
Feeling that the energy had gathered sufficiently, Sean instantly flew several meters away, changed locations, and charged in with all his might.
King T'Chaka had seen the information on Homelander and believed he had a high estimation of his strength; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of gathering all the tribes.
However, when Homelander actually broke through the shield and entered, he was still somewhat shocked.
They knew better than anyone how strong their own shield was.
T'Chaka snapped back to his senses, and as Homelander was already approaching, he shouted loudly:
"On guard!"
The members of the Dora Milaje raised their spears, and the clansmen of the Border Tribe stepped forward, unfurling their defensive cloaks as blue light shields expanded one after another.
People from every tribe stood ready; they might despise the enemy, but they would never underestimate them.
T'Chaka crossed his hands, and the Black Panther suit instantly covered his body. He bared his Talons, walked to the front of the line, and looked at the approaching Homelander, shouting loudly:
"This is Wakandan territory! Outsiders are not welcome!"
Sean looked down at them from above and rubbed his nose. "Achoo!"
A gust of violent wind swept toward the crowd below. The King standing at the front was instantly knocked back dozens of meters, and the cloak defenses behind him were also blown apart.
Only the guards, with their combat experience, immediately used their spears to anchor themselves, preventing them from being blown away.
With just a single sneeze, Wakanda's formation was thrown into chaos.
Sean smiled slightly, quite satisfied with this skill.
Okoye, the General of the Guard, looked back at the King. Seeing he was fine, she glared at Homelanderwith a face full of indignation.
Since its founding, Wakanda had never suffered such humiliation, and this was also a humiliation for her guard.
"Guards, fire!"
The guards behind her, along with some other tribesmen, aimed their spears at Sean and opened fire, shooting blue energy bullets toward him.
Seeing these things, Sean didn't even think about dodging and landed forcefully.
The ground instantly cracked, and fissures rushed toward the Wakandans in front of him.
For a moment, Okoye was stunned, or rather, the people behind her were also stunned.
Did he even fall within the category of human?
The power of a sneeze was no worse than a typhoon, and a single jump could trigger an earthquake. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the people of Wakanda would surely have thought whoever said this was crazy.
Sean cleared his throat, an action that gave the opposing side quite a scare, thinking he was going to sneeze again.
"I say, who are you people? Which Planet did you come from?"
King T'Chaka stood at the front again; after all, he was getting older, and his body was not what it used to be.
"That is a question we should be asking you. Our Wakanda is an internationally recognized nation, yet you suddenly launched an attack tonight. What are your intentions?"
"Or are you saying you launched an attack on us on behalf of America?"
Truly a king; the older, the wiser.
First placing himself on the moral high ground and then pointing fingers at the opponent—wasn't this Sean's favorite thing to do?
Sean pointed at his body and laughed. "Your weapons don't look like they're from Earth at all."
"Weapons? What weapons?"
T'Chaka waved his hand, and the Black Panther suit on his body disappeared. Immediately after, the protective shield in the sky also slowly vanished, and the weapons of the tribes behind him were hidden away.
"Our Wakanda is just an agricultural nation; this is internationally recognized."
Looking at the rogue-like expression on the other side, Sean was amused and couldn't help but clap for him.
T'Challa's expression changed slightly. He knew, of course, that it was impossible to fool him like this; doing so was just giving both sides a way to save face.
"If you can forget about tonight's events, we in Wakanda will regard you as our most important guest."
This sentence was T'Challa's bargaining chip. He believed Homelander had already seen Wakanda's technological level; as long as he was even slightly tempted, this matter could be resolved.
"What kind of person do you take me for?"
Sean suddenly became serious and slowly floated into the air. His eyes glowed, and Heat Vision shot out, hitting a nearby empty patch of ground and causing a violent explosion.
"I! Homelander, the Guardian of Earth! How could I possibly tolerate a group of aliens like you establishing a Base on Earth?"
Hmph, stupid. Once I kill you all, these will all be mine.
Uh, of course, Sean wasn't actually going to kill them, mainly because it would be too tiring.
Not only would he have to search for them one by one across mountains and valleys, but he also didn't know what escape facilities they had. It would be a hassle if a hundred or so of them ran away.
The reason he called them aliens was simply to give them a chance to explain themselves.
Sure enough, T'Challa rushed over from the rear, shouting as he ran:
"Don't attack! Don't attack! We are just ordinary Earthlings, not aliens!"
Hearing someone shout it out, Sean followed the lead and took the offered way out.
He put on a very puzzled expression and asked, "What do you mean?"
Seeing that Sean was willing to listen to an explanation, T'Challa breathed a sigh of relief. Homelanderwas indeed like the news said; he wouldn't kill good people indiscriminately.
"I am the Prince of Wakanda. Why don't I take you on a proper tour of Wakanda? I can also explain our Wakandan history along the way."
T'Challa looked at Sean with expectation, while the King and others behind him watched nervously.
After this brief confrontation, they all realized that it seemed Wakanda really couldn't defeat him.
Their defenses couldn't hold, and their weapons weren't powerful enough; even if they were, they probably wouldn't hit him—he was too agile.
If it truly came to a fight to the death, he alone could likely kill every single Wakandan.
Sean, however, looked at the sky, let out a yawn, and said, "It's too late. Let's do it tomorrow."
Uh...
Everyone who heard this felt as if a crow were flying over their heads, cawing.
T'Challa was also stunned. He had thought Sean might agree or refuse, but he never expected: Heavens, it's too late!
This was about the life and death of all Wakandan personnel, and you're telling me...
Heavens! It's too late?
After being stunned for a long while, T'Challa asked tentatively, "Then, shall I arrange for you to rest here?"
Sean stretched, and the friction between his bones made a thunderous sound.
"Sure, you arrange it... uh, Little Wang."
T'Challa, his worry turning to joy, did not choose to correct this form of address. He extended a hand toward the palace and said happily:
"Mr. Homelander, this way please."
"Don't be too polite, just call me Sean."
After walking a few steps, Sean suddenly stopped, looked back at the others, and said coldly, "You lot, don't you go running off now."
A smile remained on Sean's face; he wasn't worried they would run.
In a certain-death situation, they might fight to the end, but hadn't he given them a way out? Hehe.
Chapter 55: This Monarchy Is Quite Good
After T'Challa brought Sean Brooke to the best room, he quietly retreated, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the door with lingering fear.
He had been under immense pressure along the way; if it weren't for the power of the Black Panther, he might not have been able to hold on.
Steadying his nerves, T'Challa hurried out to find his father to discuss countermeasures.
On his side, Sean Brooke naturally slept soundly. The red wine he had drunk at the Vampire's place had some kick to it, and it felt great.
The only pity was that the people of Wakanda didn't quite fit his aesthetic; he looked around but didn't see anyone good-looking.
Sean Brooke couldn't even remember the last time he slept alone.
It felt a bit empty not having something to play with in his hands.
...
The next day, the sun rose early over the continent of Africa where Wakanda was located.
T'Chaka, along with his son and several important members, waited outside the door. They hadn't slept all night, and as soon as it hit eight o'clock, they were standing at the entrance.
Of course, they weren't completely unprepared.
The Queen had taken a group of women and children into hiding. Although they hadn't left Wakanda, they were tucked away in a very secret location.
In case they didn't return, the Queen would be able to take the last of Wakanda's bloodline and escape via the seabed.
The people outside kept watch until noon before Sean Brooke finally walked out, yawning and looking weary as he said:
"Hmm? You came so early? Wait for me a moment. Where is your restroom?"
"Uh, over here."
A moment later, a violent commotion erupted from the restroom.
Not being in New York, Sean Brooke could finally be a little more uninhibited.
Shaking his hands, Sean Brooke looked at them and said with a smile: "Don't be too stingy with the restroom; use that... what was it called again? The metal?"
"Vibranium?"
"Right, make one out of Vibranium too."
"Uh, alright, alright, definitely." The King could only awkwardly agree.
Although Wakanda had a vein of Vibranium, they weren't so extravagant as to build a Vibraniumrestroom.
Sean Brooke coughed twice and said seriously: "So, shall we get down to business now?"
The others tensed up and looked toward their prince.
T'Challa immediately stepped forward and said:
"Mr. Sean Brooke, I have arranged everything. I can take you to see every corner of Wakanda now, and I guarantee there will be no secrets."
Sean Brooke frowned and rubbed his stomach. "I meant, didn't you arrange lunch?"
"Yes! Of course!"
T'Challa's expression brightened, a smile couldn't help but tug at the corner of his mouth, and he looked back proudly.
The people from the various tribes, as well as his father, were all embarrassed.
Last night, they had all been discussing what to show Sean Brooke, what to say, what could be seen, and what could be discussed.
Only T'Challa had suddenly asked if they should prepare breakfast for him.
This remark had actually made the nervous tribal leaders laugh.
What time was it? How could Homelander be in the mood to eat?
Besides, a single sneeze from him had so much energy; how much would they have to prepare to satisfy his hunger?
Still, the King couldn't bear to scold his son, so he let him prepare it; it wouldn't take much effort anyway.
They hadn't expected that the first—no, the second thing Sean Brooke would say after waking up was that he wanted breakfast.
At the same time, they felt quite desolate inside.
When it came to matters concerning the life and death of their nation, he actually didn't care at all. How pathetic and lamentable!
T'Challa clapped his hands, and several maids walked in carrying plates of food. They knelt before Sean Brooke and lowered their heads.
"Mr. Sean Brooke, please see if this is enough. If not, I will have the kitchen make more."
A light appeared in Sean Brooke's eyes; it seemed he had found a path he wanted.
"Little King, don't call me Mr. anymore. From now on, we're brothers!"
T'Challa seemed to have gotten used to his unreliability and smiled happily: "Alright, Sean Brooke!"
However, the only thing Sean Brooke found regrettable was that the maids still didn't fit his aesthetic. It would have been better if they were people with different skin tones.
Sean Brooke picked up his chopsticks and tasted every dish, getting a preview of his retirement life.
This Wakanda did have some things worth learning from; just look at this monarchy, it was quite good.
After he was full of food and drink, Sean Brooke finally set out to take a tour with them.
The urban style of Wakanda was very unique; judging from the materials and architecture, it was definitely futuristic.
But looking at the exterior decorations, there was no difference from other parts of Africa, which looked very incongruous.
Along the way, T'Challa introduced what these things were, what they were doing, and their history.
Of course, Sean Brooke didn't listen to a single word of it.
In any case, he wasn't really planning to kill them, a fact that the King and T'Challa had actually sensed.
If Sean Brooke really wanted to sanction them, he would have acted last night.
He definitely wouldn't have stopped for reasons like it being too late or being sleepy.
Therefore, the main purpose today wasn't to introduce Wakanda, but to see what they had that would make Sean Brooke willing to help them.
Seeing Sean Brooke's interest waning, and even yawning, they knew that he was already bored.
Even though they had been out for less than half an hour.
"Sean Brooke, let's go see our Wakanda laboratory next; all our technology is developed there."
Sean Brooke naturally nodded; this was the main event.
Regarding Wakanda, the only things Sean Brooke knew about were the Black Panther and Vibranium; he had forgotten everything else.
Or rather, the presence of the Black Panther was too weak.
So weak that Sean Brooke didn't even remember what good things they had, so it was better to just let them bring it out themselves.
Soon, the group arrived at the laboratory, where another person had been waiting for a long time.
"Hello, my name is Shuri. I am the princess of Wakanda and the designer here. You can ask me about anything regarding the laboratory." Shuri tried to finish this sentence in as calm a tone as possible.
Although she was the person in Wakanda who understood Sean Brooke's combat power best, seeing the results from last night, she still found it hard to believe.
"Is that so? Then introduce me to some fun inventions you have here."
"Uh... fun?"
It was her first time meeting Sean Brooke, so it was normal that she couldn't keep up with his train of thought.
Seeing her brother winking at her, Shuri suspiciously led Sean Brooke inside.
Shuri placed a pair of black insoles under Sean Brooke's feet and asked: "Take a look at this... is it fun?"
Sean Brooke stepped on them, and a pair of black shoes instantly appeared; the style was actually quite good-looking.
Shuri also said:
"This pair of shoes can absorb sound when walking; stepping in them won't make any sound. I call it—Sneakers (Stealth Shoes)."
He tried walking a few steps, and there really was no sound. Only then did Sean Brooke find it somewhat fun; it was much more interesting than the introduction to the history outside.
"Not bad, interesting. Show me something else."