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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)
“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)
