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Before leaving.
Nick Fury suddenly remembered something, pulled out two photos from his Pregnant, and handed them to Mr. Leon.
Mr. Leon took them and saw, wow, one was a metal monument with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters lobby, and the other was a high-definition enlarged photo of the shield Mr. Leon held during his daytime speech.
"Why is your shield exactly the same as our S.H.I.E.L.D. logo?"
Nick Fury asked.
"No, the causality is wrong."
"It should be why is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s logo exactly the same as my shield!"
Mr. Leon's palm flashed with golden light, and the two photos instantly turned to ash.
Seeing this.
Nick Fury's mouth twitched. Well, he shouldn't have asked, but he could probably guess it was related to Howard Stark.
After all, the Stark brothers were unaware.
But didn't Nick Fury, as Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D., know?
Howard Stark was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., so it was understandable for him to leave some private goods for his son.
If Mr. Leon knew what Nick Fury was thinking at this moment, he would probably die laughing. Black Halogen Egg, You are good at making things up.
It was as if a great Confucian scholar was debating scripture for me.
This matter was settled.
Mr. Leon and Tony naturally became the veteran figures of the Avengers.
In the future.
Who would join the Avengers without calling Mr. Leon 'Boss'?
Man!
But after that.
America seemed to have no major incidents for a short time, and Mr. Leon returned to his original extravagant lifestyle.
He would only occasionally go out as Homelander to punish the wicked and support the weak to gain familiarity, maintaining his approval rating and popularity among the people.
For this.
He even specially opened a social account, entrusting it to Arcee, who works part-time as Homelander's vehicle and war reporter, for full management.
…
In an abandoned apartment building, the location of an ice-making den, a fully armed official armored squad was setting up positions outside, while Mr. Leon, followed by Skids Mode Arcy, swaggered in.
It is worth mentioning that.
In order to be able to openly follow Mr. Leon and try not to attract strange looks from the public.
Arcee used her built-in holographic projection technology to disguise herself in Skids Mode as a human female figure that looked almost 100% realistic.
Because she sought Mr. Leon's opinion, Mr. Leon, as an experienced L.S.P., naturally went with whatever felt good.
How does that old saying go?
The 3D zone cannot be without Miss Tifa, just as the West cannot be without Jerusalem.
Yes.
Mr. Leon had Arcee cosplay, oh no, mimic and disguise herself as Miss Tifa.
To be honest.
Aside from the difference in race and her slightly colder personality compared to Miss Tifa, Arcee was truly seven or even nine parts similar to her in other aspects.
Intelligent, beautiful, resilient, brave.
Almost all the laudatory terms that can be used to describe women can be found and linked together for both of them.
"Hey, sirs, You know, I've always been at odds with gambling and drugs."
"Homelander?!" ×2
The two meth cooks who were weighing and packaging the ice crystal powder immediately panicked at the sight of Mr. Leon swaggering in.
After reacting, they immediately reached for the pistols in their pants.
But Mr. Leon raised his hands and fired two palm blasts, directly blasting their upper bodies into minced meat, leaving only their charred lower halves falling backward in terror.
Bang! Bang!
Next.
Mr. Leon walked to another room. As soon as he entered, the prepared drug dealers, armed with AKs, opened fire on Mr. Leon.
However.
Under the desperate gaze of the drug dealers.
The dense rain of rifle bullets hitting Mr. Leon's body could not break his defense at all. The deformed bullets, after falling to the ground, sounded like large and small pearls clattering onto a jade plate, their crisp, harsh sounds like the calls of God of Death.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!" ×N
From the perspective of the special forces outside, the screams of fear and flight from inside the apartment building were incessant, but whenever a golden light flashed in a room, the screams would uniformly weaken by a fraction, making one ponder in horror.
Soon.
The World was completely silent.
Unlike Starlight's own glowing shockwaves, which showed no kill performance, Mr. Leon's more condensed palm blasts, no drug dealer could withstand them.
"Whew~"
After completely wiping out all the drug dealers in this den, Mr. Leon wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and asked Arcee behind him, "Did You finish recording?"
"Mhm."
Arcee nodded, and the laser beams from her autumn Water bright eyes, mimicked as Miss Tifa, projected the scene of Mr. Leon's crushing victory just now.
I have to say.
This feeling of harvesting leeks was indeed very satisfying.
After Mr. Leon briefly reviewed it from beginning to end, he instructed Arcee: "Same old routine, edit out the exciting scenes that highlight my heroic and divine might, then divide them into two versions, and upload them to my YouTube account."
"One is the all-ages version with mosaics, publish it directly."
"The other is the 18+ version without mosaics, which must be watched after an adult account has topped up."
"30 for a monthly membership, 198 for an annual super membership, 998 for a buyout super membership, with lifetime free viewing of all paid content."
"Alright."
"As You say, boss."
Arcee replied with hands on her hips, immediately starting to edit in the void.
Ten-odd seconds later, both versions of the video were released, and because they were associated with Homelander's name, they were almost instantly approved.
Due to the built-in special effects, each of Mr. Leon's Homelander vlog videos was almost comparable to a Hollywood restricted-rated special effects blockbuster.
The celebrity effect of a superhero combined with Arcee's highlight editing.
Mr. Leon's YouTube subscriber count quickly surpassed the 100 million mark and continued to grow steadily.
When Mr. Leon and Arcee walked out of the abandoned apartment building's main entrance, the dozen or so anti-drug special forces waiting outside immediately greeted them with adoring eyes.
"Homelander, Miss Tifa, You've worked hard."
"Hey, fellows, not at all. I just did what I had to do, and You, my friends, You are the real heroes."
After saying that.
Mr. Leon skillfully put his arm around Arcee's waist, and together they soared into the sky, instantly disappearing from the sight of the special forces.
…
Having completed Homelander's daily missions and returned to Stark Tower, Mr. Leon stood with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, quietly looking down at the ant-like pedestrians below.
Beside him.
Sharon Carter, Mr. Leon's personal secretary, was wearing a black sheer hip-hugging skirt today. She saw Mr. Leon return but didn't speak, just stood there, seeming a bit emo?
So she asked with concern, "Mr. Leon, have You encountered anything troubling?"
"Troubling?"
Mr. Leon turned to look at Kate, and with a snap, said, "That's not something You should be concerned about. Have You finished all your work for today?"
"F-finished…"
Sharon Carter habitually smoothed out the wrinkles on her hip-hugging skirt. She always seemed a bit flustered when facing Mr. Leon, and replied with slightly reddened cheeks.
"So fast?"
"Let me see."
Saying that.
Mr. Leon pushed Sharon Carter to the desk.
Sharon Carter faced the computer screen, choosing not to sit in the chair, but merely bending slightly.
Then, one hand rested on the edge of the desk, and the other skillfully pressed the mouse, the left mouse button clicking loudly, and the mouse arrow on the computer screen opened one confidential Stark Industries document after another.
Next.
Sharon Carter began conscientiously explaining to Mr. Leon, who was a hands-off boss…
