Chapter 76 John Loses Everything

What would John be without Man of Steel and Heat Vision?

A defective product.

A weak giant baby.

A standard old American who is hypocritical, arrogant, domineering, likes to show off, and thinks he is awesome.

"No, no, no!"

"My superpower!"

At this moment, he was crying, but it was just panic, pain, and unwillingness for strength.

Born and raised in a laboratory.

As soon as they appear, they are the famous Vought Seven, superheroes from the motherland.

To a certain extent, what John enjoyed in Millikin can really be said to be the best.

Even if he comes to DC and becomes a super villain.

Even if he eats prison food, he will not starve to death.

Millennium's cattle, horses, and laborers may become vagabonds and fragments of heroes.

But criminals in Millikin can live in a five-star hotel-standard prison, eat hot pot, sing songs, and enjoy life.

So now, John still doesn't understand what he is going to face.

He just cried and cried and was hungry.

When people are hungry, they need to eat.

John has no money.

Wearing the stars and stripes of his motherland, he walked on the street like a street child, looking for police officers for help.

but--

This is America, this is Gotham City!

Police officers in wealthy areas will greet you with a smile on their faces and ask if you need help.

But almost all the wealthy areas of Gotham are in the Wayne family.

Seeing John's expression of desolation.

The police officer ignored him at first, then became impatient and drew his gun.

"biubiubiu!"

Who says you can't do whatever you want without superpowers?

Marksmanship is also a method, and ballistics is also a way!

Bullets whizzed by.

John was so frightened that he fell down and crawled to the ground in a panic.

It wasn't until night that he opened his eyes and stood up shakily.

More hungry.

I am at a loss.

John met a few people who walked into the supermarket chatting and laughing. They took whatever they liked and walked out without paying.

The cashiers in the supermarket seemed like they had not seen them. Everyone was accustomed to it and took it for granted.

“Shopping for zero dollars!”

John's eyes lit up, Milligan was still doing well.

He followed happily to check out the goods, but when he was about to go out, he was stopped by several store clerks.

"Excuse me."

The fattest clerk asked politely: "What kind of Millanian are you?"

"Watt?" John looked confused.

"Then let me ask specifically, first of all, are you a multi-gender human?" the clerk asked.

"No." John shook his head.

He is an authentic old white guy, right?

"Are you from the Environmental Protection Association, Animal Protection Association...?" the clerk asked again.

"No." John shook his head again.

"Then please pay." The clerk became tough.

"They didn't pay!" John said anxiously, pointing to the man on the street.

"They have skin bonuses, you don't." The clerk shrugged.

Finished.

John pushed the shopping cart and ran away.

But he was quickly caught up, the shopping cart and merchandise were confiscated, and the clerk hit him with his sandbag-sized fists.

In the past, John would either have heat vision or twin peaks in his ears.

He has ten thousand ways to kill these ordinary people.

But before was before.

Now he is the ordinary person that he most despises, despises, ignores, and has never really understood.

This punch made his nose crooked, and his nosebleed dripped like noodles.

"Bang bang bang!"

Followed by the second punch, the third punch, and the stick education.

The skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the head was bleeding.

John held himself like a baby and cried louder.

"thump!"

Eventually, he was thrown out of the supermarket.

Poor John was cold and hungry. He sat down next to the trash can and huddled up. There were squeaking rats all around, crawling over him.

It made him feel even colder.

"Matches, matches..."

John rummaged through the trash can and lit a match to keep warm.

In a trance.

Through the light and heat of the match, John seemed to see another version of himself. He left the laboratory when he was only 8 years old.

That man, in the bloody storm, ran to him, hugged him, and said to him, would you like to be my son?

The man took him back to the farm, and they worked together, decorated their homes, and enjoyed the harvest together.

Sitting in the kitchen together, eating delicious roast duck, laughing and watching TV shows.

"Okay, okay, father Guan, I want to be your son."

"father!"

John sat in the corner, his cheeks flushed and a smile on his lips, murmuring like this.

Then.

He grabbed a rat fiercely and bit the rat fiercely.

He wants to live.

Superman, Batman, The Flash...Barbatos...

All are going to die.

He wants to reach the highest step by step. He cannot give up because he has seen the sun.

He must go to the official father.

Even if you die.

He will also die at the feet of the official father.

…

"cheers!"

"Azu, use heat vision to heat up the milk."

But in fact, on the farm, in the kitchen, Guan Fuyun, Azu, Wanda, and Godzilla are eating braised food.

Thick pork head meat, cut into large pieces.

Thick oily red sauce, mixed with various spices, stir and apply, then throw it into a casserole and simmer for a day.

When out of the pan.

The skin is burnt and soft, and the meat is rotten.

Each person takes a large piece of it in a bowl and pours it with their favorite dipping sauce.

The taste is also amazing.

Of course.

Godzilla eats it directly from the pot.

"Today in the chemistry class, the teacher blew himself up..."

Wanda shared a campus story, "There is no class tomorrow, there will be a pet activity. Can I take Godzilla to play?"

Guan Fuyun said: "Of course, it has slept all day on the vibranium mine. It's not good to be such a lazy pig all the time."

Godzilla: "..."

It pretended not to understand and continued to eat and drink.

"The program is out... Oh, is the locomotive on the show today?"

A Zu was also eating and drinking at the side, and said vaguely.

"Then I have to watch it."

Guan Fuyun turned his head and appreciated a commercial first, and then heard the "dirty dirty" sound of the train.

He didn't see the people on the locomotive.

But he saw the locomotive moving bricks at a high speed, the buildings built, and the fields plowed.

Throughout the process, people were invisible and there were no lines.

But the popularity is high.

On the contrary.

On another channel of the company, the original Falcon Sam Wilson is now the Captain America.

The ratings are dismal.

Even if Sam keeps hanging out in the Stars and Stripes jersey and keeps shouting "Can't a Luren be a superhero, can't he be the Captain America?"

No one cares.

This is not because of the different traffic given by the father's company, but entirely due to personal charm.

Who wouldn't like the locomotive's high-speed building and moving bricks?

New York is full of disasters.

What is most needed is superpowers, not pretenders.

"I heard that Black Panther also came to the company to apply, but was rejected?"

Guan Fuyun asked.

"That's true."

A Zu said: "If it was just T'Challa, it's not impossible to hire him."

"But he brought a group of people with him, each one is smarter than the other, especially the female general, who only has a sense of superiority in her mind."

"She even wanted to claim compensation from me and get back the vibranium."

"I was so amused that I forgot to kill her."

Guan Fuyun also laughed: "That's really funny."

Guan Fuyun asked again: "Where's the boiled egg?"

"Nick Fury? He's still in the sewer, I don't know what he's pretending to be."

A Zu said: "The company has already locked on to him, the photography team, the superhero team, and the media team are all in place, planning to build momentum and shoot a movie called "The Seven vs. Big Mom."

"Just don't know when Big Mom will come."

Guan Fuyun: "6."

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I'm back from a business trip today, and I'll resume three updates the day after tomorrow at the latest. Please urge me to update QAQ