Chapter 74: Give Him a Proper Burial and Treat His Family Well
The commotion outside still disturbed the people inside the house.
A blood-covered man in black scrambled into the room, looking for a place to take refuge; the outside World was too terrifying.
"What happened? Show some respect!" Xu Wenwu scolded.
But the man ignored his boss's reprimand, intent only on running to the deepest part of the house to hide.
Xu Wenwu snorted coldly, raised his hand, and struck him with a palm blast, sending him flying into the wall where he knocked himself unconscious.
The front door of the house opened at that exact moment.
Sean walked in, arm-in-arm with Hess, very composed, killing all the lackeys one by one.
The ruthlessness of his actions surprised the others; they hadn't expected Homelander to attack directly without even a greeting.
Dr. Blue, in particular, felt that Homelander's personality differed somewhat from his expectations, and it seemed the plan this time would not succeed easily.
Just as Sean gradually approached them, both Dr. Blue and Xu Wenwu took a few steps back.
"Everyone sit down, don't be polite. Didn't you invite me here?"
Sean and Hess didn't stand on ceremony; they sat generously on the sofa, and while they were at it, killed Albert who was nearby as well.
Now, there were truly only five of them left in the room.
Even if the other three were slow, they realized there was a major problem with this Homelander.
Even if those men in black were problematic, Albert was really just being controlled by them; he was a good person himself.
Yet Homelander hadn't said a word, killing him directly—it didn't look like something a Superhero should do at all.
Hess peeled a few orange slices, fed them to Sean, and waved at Dice, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Come over. Sean has already forgiven you for what happened, don't be silly."
"I... I haven't done anything yet."
Hess paused, pointed at the charred Albert nearby, and asked, "Wasn't he controlled by your ability?"
Dice shook her head, pointed at Dr. Blue, and said, "He did this. I hadn't had a chance to act yet."
Dr. Blue suddenly laughed out loud, saying, "Haha! Homelander, you killed a good person by mistake! Hahaha!"
Sean clutched his chest, saying with a tone of heartache, "To think I killed the wrong person; how detestable."
"Hess, give him a proper burial and treat his family well."
"No problem, Sean. I will arrange a job for his wife."
Perhaps Sean's acting skills had deteriorated, because no one present believed him.
Sean smiled and said, "Don't just stand there like fools. Hurry up and introduce yourselves, otherwise, once I kill you later, you won't even have names."
Xu Wenwu smiled slightly; he had lived for a thousand years and had never seen someone so arrogant.
Without saying much, he threw a punch through the air.
The powerful fist wind headed toward Sean. Dice felt her heart tighten, as Hess was also nearby.
The fist wind struck Sean without creating even a ripple of air, while Xu Wenwu was blasted outside the house by Sean's Heat Vision.
Xu Wenwu, who possessed the Ten Rings, did indeed have impressive physical strength; this blast of Heat Vision didn't melt him instantly.
Looking at the rings on his arms, Sean became interested, feeling that this toy was quite nice.
Seeing Sean fly out, Xu Wenwu shook his arms, and the Ten Rings flew out one after another, crashing toward the target.
Seeing this, Sean's expression brightened, and he forcibly locked the Ten Rings onto his own arms.
Xu Wenwu, not far away, was even happier; for an outsider to want to suppress the Ten Rings was simply a pipe dream. Without the method of control and the bloodline, it was impossible to obtain the Ten Rings.
He slowly pressed his hands together, and the Ten Rings locked onto Sean's arms also began to close, intending to lock Sean up directly.
But when Sean exerted a little force, Xu Wenwu's hands could no longer get any closer—this was something he had never encountered before.
"Just how strong is he!"
The brief clash let Xu Wenwu know that Sean could suppress him with strength alone.
Realizing the situation was not good, he planned to escape; he could obtain the method of resurrection in Daluo Heaven just the same.
But how could he possibly escape from Sean's hands?
Just as Xu Wenwu prepared to retract the Ten Rings, Sean charged over.
Then, in his disbelieving eyes, Sean snapped his arms.
"Hmph, so you wanted to play Iron Ring Fist with me."
Sean looked into his eyes; this was the first time the two had truly locked gazes that night, and this one look was their last.
The Heat Vision pierced through his brain, scorching the grass behind him.
With a shift of his gaze, Sean instantly appeared in front of the fleeing Dr. Blue.
Seeing him arrive, Dr. Blue knew he was doomed today.
The gamma energy brought him not only madness but also a speed of thought that surpassed ordinary people.
When Sean entered the manor and killed the first person, he had already understood a lot.
The Homelander in the eyes of the public was definitely a persona he was putting on; the Sean in front of him was his true self.
"I didn't expect you to be able to hide your murderous nature so well, fooling everyone. Hahaha!"
Sean shook his head, "I am not bloodthirsty; I am just a bit cruel."
"I have no interest in any of your evil plans. As long as you don't provoke me, you might have had a chance if you had proceeded secretly."
Dr. Blue's face suddenly became normal, perhaps due to a final burst of clarity before death.
Homelander had thought they had some evil conspiracy, but in reality, he was just curious about the source of Homelander's power and wanted to investigate it clearly, just like he was obsessed with Hulk.
"Your corpse is very useful to me, so thank you."
Just like that, a hole appeared in Dr. Blue's chest, and he departed from this World completely.
His face was still somewhat useful, so it couldn't be ruined.
Hess walked out with Dice. Dice saw the tragic scene in the manor, which made even her, a Vampire, feel somewhat uncomfortable.
You have to understand, treating humans as food and keeping them in captivity—she had already felt that she was extremely cruel.
Seeing Sean's faint smile and his expression of enjoyment, she swallowed hard, and a feeling she had never experienced before suddenly appeared in her mind.
It was probably fear.
Hess sent a signal, and in less than thirty seconds, a large crowd of people swarmed out from all directions.
They were very quick and efficient, but when they saw the charred corpses, they were still stunned for a moment.
It wasn't until the Vampire nearby cursed a few times that they continued to clean up.
Sean waved at the crowd, and the two Elders hurriedly stepped forward, "What are your orders?"
"Keep this green one for me; don't let it rot."
"Rest assured, we have a lot of experience in preserving corpses."
Sean took the towel Hess handed him and said indifferently, "Then I will leave the hard work to you."
After saying that, he left with Hess and Dice.
The two Elders stood in place, calling out, "It's no trouble, no trouble."
The two Elders, still feeling lingering fear, looked at the scene behind them and suddenly felt a wave of relief.
They were relieved that they had never had any restless thoughts.
They had thought this great battle would last a long time; after all, the opponent was also a powerhouse who had lived for over a thousand years, so it should have been a World-shaking fight.
Yet from the moment Sean entered the door until the end, it hadn't even been half an hour.
Even that half-hour was only because he had walked slowly all the way in from the gate; the actual combat time was less than five minutes.
Chapter 75: Having someone help you do the bad things you want to do is really quite comfortable.
Inside the Hess Family Residence.
Sean was leaning on the sofa, with Hess lying in his arms, and Dice kneeling in front of the two, recounting the entire course of events.
As for why she was kneeling, she didn't know herself. Probably because Sean's aura was too strong, and there was no other way.
Hess covered her mouth and snickered, "So, you went all the way to the East and came back with nothing to show for it?"
Dice raised her head and looked at her defiantly, arguing, "What could I do? That Xu Wenwu only cares about his dead wife and doesn't even look at me. Besides, my abilities can't control him."
"It took a huge effort just to trick him into coming to New York. Do you think it was easy for me?"
"Besides, it's not like I came back completely empty-handed. At least I found out that somewhere near Kunlun in the East, there's a place called Daluo Heaven. According to Xu Wenwu, the legendary divine dragon is sealed there."
As she said this, Dice's eyes sparkled as if she were planning for a blissful future.
"As long as we can obtain the dragon's blood and absorb it, the Vampire clan will flourish under my leadership. By then, I'll be the empress of this World, and you, sister, will only be able to handle trivial little tasks, like peacefully tending to flowers for me. Hehe."
After hearing this, Hess immediately reached out and slapped her head, interrupting her daydream.
Although this silly sister was obsessed with proving she was stronger than her, hearing that she still remembered her love for flowers warmed Hess's heart.
Hess hadn't agreed with her going to the East in the first place. A Vampire less than two hundred years old venturing into such a dangerous place—she was afraid Dice would be devoured without a trace.
She wanted Dice to wait safely in Ushuaia until she found a powerful backer, so Dice could also enjoy the beauty of the World.
But Dice was definitely unwilling. Or rather, she held the same idea.
She believed there must be even more mysterious and powerful figures in the East, and perhaps they wouldn't despise Vampires. She wanted to quickly find a backer so her sister wouldn't have to sacrifice herself.
Dice glanced up at Sean and suddenly realized her sister didn't seem to have made any sacrifices—in fact, she might have even gained a little.
Hess also secretly glanced at Sean and, seeing him lost in thought, assumed he was still angry about tonight's events. She got up and walked behind Dice.
Dice thought her sister didn't want her kneeling anymore and was feeling sorry for her.
Unexpectedly, she was there to feed her.
Ignoring Dice's murmurs, Hess gradually increased the pressure, pointing at her and saying, "I can't handle this little one anymore. You should help out too~"
Sean snapped back to reality, not quite understanding why he had become an instrument of punishment again.
Just now, he had been thinking about how to use Xu Wenwu's Ten Rings. They seemed quite interesting, somewhat like controlling objects from a distance.
Seeing Sean smile, Hess knew he wasn't bothered by the matter—she had overthought it.
However, things had already started, and she did intend to teach Dice a proper lesson to stop her from fantasizing about Messy things.
Pinching Dice's face, she said, "Be good, show me your fangs."
Dice also realized her sister's strength was immense. In her grasp, she had no room to resist, even though she used to be the stronger one.
It must be this man who gave his blood to her sister, Dice thought.
Then she decided not to hold back either. Blood was blood, no matter which part it came from.
"Mm! Eep~"
Tears welled up in the corners of Dice's eyes. Just now, she felt as if her fangs were about to shatter.
Watching from the side, Hess couldn't help but laugh. Finally, someone else could experience what she had felt that day.
Seeing her tears, Hess stopped pressing her head down and instead moved to face her, sharing half the burden.
Two beauties locked away in the depths of spring.
That night, Dice also learned that her sister had absorbed the entire Blood Pool. At first, she thought Sean had taken it, but he had given it all to her sister, which raised her opinion of him considerably.
However, since her sister had grown stronger with the Blood Pool, she didn't want to fall behind.
She spent the whole night clinging to Sean, demanding... things from him.
Seeing this, Hess didn't compete with her and let her have it all.
She had tried many times—Vampires could only grow stronger by absorbing blood. Nothing else worked, even if it was more precious than blood.
By the early hours of the morning, Dice was exhausted and finally fell asleep.
Hess casually covered her with a blanket and continued with her own unfinished business.
"She's not inherently bad. It's just that those years put a lot of pressure on her, making her a bit too hasty."
Sean kissed her deeply and said, "I'm not angry. I just thought some interesting characters might show up, but it turned out to be just those two pieces of trash. A bit disappointing."
"Well, did Dice make up for it a little tonight?"
"She's far behind you. She really is a bit too hasty."
Hess smiled gently. "I'll teach her properly. Her abilities are more useful than mine—she can play with many tricks."
"Besides, didn't she mention something about a divine dragon? Maybe it could bring you some amusement."
Sean thought for a moment. "Let's wait a while. This divine dragon isn't like a dragon maid—it probably isn't very obedient. Who knows if it even has a mind? A mere Beast wouldn't be very interesting."
"By the way, after I hand over the culprit behind the Hulk, help me post a giveaway on Facebook."
"The general idea is to celebrate the capture of the criminal and my follower count surpassing 30 million. Randomly select one fan to spend a day shopping with."
Hess nodded, indicating she had taken note, and asked, "Just one? How about one for every 10 million?"
"That works too. I'll coordinate with them and have her change her account gender to male, so it's not too obvious," Sean said.
"Alright, I'll arrange it."
Having someone handle trivial matters for you is really quite comfortable.
...
The next day, Sean tossed Dr. Blue's corpse in front of Natasha and told her to deal with the remaining issues.
Natasha was also curious about this green-skinned big head, wondering where Sean had found such a perfect scapegoat.
This person knew Banner, had gamma radiation in his body, and most importantly, he was ugly—perfectly fitting the public's image of a villain.
This way, the Hulk incident was resolved. Fury would probably be overjoyed, having one less thing to worry about.
Originally, he had been hesitating about letting the Hulk join the Avengers, as he still had to consider the negative impression from the Broadway incident.
Now, he could proceed without hesitation.
Natasha asked meaningfully, "Should we ask Ms. Betty to come and properly thank you?"
Sean nodded appreciatively. "Very necessary. Make sure to tell her how hard I worked to clear Banner's name."
"Don't worry, I'll make her feel your efforts."
Having someone help you do the bad things you want to do is really quite comfortable.
Chapter 76: Millis, I Love You
The next morning, the Sun was shining brightly.
Given that Betty had come over overnight to thank him, he decided not to wake her up just yet.
He walked downstairs, toying with Xu Wenwu's Ten Rings in his hand.
That night, Sean Brooke not only received Betty's gratitude but also learned how to control the Ten Rings at will.
It was just that this thing didn't seem very useful; it felt like an advanced set of remote-controlled airplanes. Other than being fun, he didn't feel much else.
The boost to his strength was so negligible that it could be ignored. In any case, Sean Brooke didn't feel a thing, nor could he see anything special about it that would allow someone to live for over a thousand years.
Downstairs, Natasha and Sif were chatting happily.
Sean Brooke gave a wicked smile, and the Ten Rings in his hand flew out, quickly encircling their limbs.
The power of the Ten Rings meant nothing to Sean Brooke, but for Natasha and even Sif, it was a force they could not break free from.
Natasha rolled her eyes at Sean Brooke. "Are you playing something this exciting so early in the morning?"
Sif hung to the side, struggling to open her hands, trying to prove that she was tougher than Natasha.
But after trying for a long time, she still couldn't break free from the control of the Ten Rings; instead, she just ended up covered in sweat.
With a thought, Sean Brooke retracted the Ten Rings and nodded with satisfaction.
As expected, this was the correct way to use the Ten Rings. He definitely had to give it a good try.
"What is this? Something you picked up again?" Natasha asked, walking forward.
"Not at all. A kind person brought it from the East specifically for me."
Sif also looked at it with some curiosity, discovering that this metal was not Uru either.
"Strange, there is actually another metal that can withstand such intense magic power."
"magic?"
Natasha's eyes flickered as she picked one up to examine it closely.
She also discovered that this thing was not made of Vibranium, and she didn't recognize the patterns on it. Was it another alien object?
Damn it, when did Earth get so many aliens?
"Sean Brooke, can you save one for me~"
Natasha prepared to use her honey trap. Even if she were to be hung up by these rings again and suffer for it, she could accept it.
"Of course you can."
Natasha's hand, which was unbuttoning her clothes, stopped in mid-air. She looked at him in astonishment, not expecting to achieve her goal so easily this time.
Thinking back to last time, when she asked him for a Vibranium suit, not only did she suffer a lot, but she didn't even get the suit.
This time, before she even started, Sean Brooke had actually given it to her voluntarily, which left her a bit unaccustomed to it.
Natasha, still feeling unaccustomed to holding a ring, put it on her wrist herself. She looked at Sean Brooke with dazed eyes and said:
"Why don't you be a little tougher on me? Otherwise, I don't feel secure holding this."
Sean Brooke pinched her hard and smiled, saying, "Don't overthink it. This is a reward for your good performance recently."
Although Natasha wasn't as good as Hess, she was still pretty good.
At the very least, she handled the two, Betty and Sif, very well, which made Sean Brooke very satisfied.
Sif, standing to the side, had a burning gaze, but she didn't ask for one herself.
She understood that the ring now was a medal, an honor. She would definitely work hard in the future to make Sean Brooke give her one voluntarily.
...
On the other side, Millis was still absent-minded while at work, touching her watch from time to time, looking like she had a lot on her mind.
At this moment, a burst of screams suddenly erupted in the office.
The screams rose and fell, one after another, endless. It was impossible to hear what they were shouting because there were too many people.
"What happened?"
Millis looked at this group of women who were screaming like crazy, having no idea what had happened.
But she asked for a while, and absolutely no one paid her any attention. Everyone was focused on their phones, constantly tapping on something.
It was just too noisy around her, so Millis hurriedly grabbed her bag and walked to the rooftop. Her ears were instantly much quieter.
[The mastermind behind Broadway revealed! Homelander has fulfilled his promise!]
[Green aliens are attempting to incite a civil war; we must be vigilant!]
[Shocking! Homelander decides to take a three-day break; is it a moral decline, or...]
[Homelander gives out fan benefits; who exactly is the lucky one!]
Opening her phone, Millis realized that Sean Brooke had done so many things again. When he left in a hurry that day, it must have been because he discovered that green monster.
"Fan~ benefits, hehe, I'm so envious of those three people!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Millis's mouth, but her eyes looked a bit lonely.
Originally, she could have enjoyed this opportunity a few days ago, but unfortunately, it was interrupted.
However, it didn't matter. Since Sean Brooke was done with his business, if there was a first opportunity, there would naturally be a second.
She could wait.
Just as Millis was preparing to go downstairs, the watch on her hand suddenly flew off. She quickly realized what it was and immediately looked up. Sure enough, he had come.
The weather had been getting a bit chilly lately. A cold breeze blew by, and Millis hugged herself, looking at Sean Brooke above. Her heart, however, was filled with immense happiness.
He was like the Sun in the sky; even if he wasn't by her side, just thinking of him made her feel boundless warmth.
"You're done with your work."
Sean Brooke went over, hugged her directly, and gave a soft "Mm."
Millis didn't know why, but she suddenly burst into tears.
Perhaps she just felt that it was best when he was by her side.
"When it gets cold, you need to wear more clothes. Look at you, you still have your legs exposed."
Sean Brooke said, stroking her leg.
Millis chuckled and pouted, saying, "This is to keep me warm!"
"Liar, it's clearly very cold."
Sean Brooke wasn't lying; it really felt a bit cold to the touch.
Feeling his scorching palm, Millis blushed and hugged him tightly without replying.
Sean Brooke took out a ring and handed it to her, saying, "For you."
"What is this?"
Millis held the ring in her hand and examined it carefully.
It didn't look like silver, nor did it look like a bracelet or an anklet. It was a bit big; could it be...
Millis placed the ring on her head, discovered she couldn't fit it in, and started looking for an opening.
"What are you doing?" Sean Brooke asked.
"Sean Brooke, where does this open? Is my head a bit too big? I can't put it on."
Millis didn't feel anything was wrong at all; given the size of the jewelry, it could only be worn around the neck.
Sean Brooke looked at her smooth neck and her well-defined collarbone, suddenly feeling that placing it there wouldn't be bad either.
Ahem, forget it, this ring didn't deserve it.
The ring flew back into Sean Brooke's hand and slowly shrank in his palm.
Millis saw this scene and found it quite magical. She clapped her hands, thinking Sean Brooke was performing a magic trick to entertain her.
But when the ring finally turned into the size of a finger ring, she froze.
Millis covered her mouth, her tear-filled eyes wide, looking at Sean Brooke in disbelief.
"After my fame grows even larger, bad people will find out about the relationship between us. This can protect you."
Sean Brooke explained very calmly.
He didn't feel there was any strange implication because of this ring at all.
"Is... is that all?" Millis asked with some expectation.
Sean Brooke grinned, as if he hadn't heard her hidden meaning at all.
Taking out the rest of the Ten Rings, he smiled and said, "Of course. Look, I have plenty more."
Millis's touched feeling came to an abrupt end. She shyly and angrily slapped him and turned away.
"What's wrong? Don't you like the look of the ring? Then I'll turn it into a bracelet or a necklace."
"No!" Millis hurriedly turned back, stretched out her hand, and said shyly, "A ring is just fine. I like it."
Sean Brooke pinched her nose, and then, under her surprised gaze, slowly knelt on one knee, held her hand, and said softly:
"Millis, I love you."
Chapter 77: He came up with this idea just to be with her openly and honestly; he's truly amazing.
In the evening, after Gwen finished her patrol with her colleagues, she returned to the Police station and saw her usually stern father smiling happily.
"Why is everyone so happy? Is there some good news?"
George chuckled a few times, handed her the newspaper, and said, "The culprit who destroyed Broadway has been caught—a green, big-headed alien."
Gwen picked up the newspaper and looked at it. It showed a green monster that looked very much like an alien, with Sean's heroic figure in the background.
But soon, she saw the blockbuster news at the bottom: Sean planned to select three fans to accompany them for a day of fun.
George saw her entranced expression and silently shook his head; a daughter is hard to keep.
"I've already mobilized the entire Police station to enter the lottery. You should sign up on Facebook too."
Gwen put down the newspaper, feigning calmness, and asked in confusion, "Why? There's no need for us to participate, right?"
George chuckled and huffed, "If we win, we can have Sean patrol for a day like a regular Police officer so he can experience our hardships."
"Is that so? Alright then," Gwen said, still sounding very indifferent.
"Ahem, I'll head back first. I haven't registered for Facebook yet."
"Go ahead."
The moment Gwen turned away, her face flushed slightly. She hoped she had hidden it well enough just now.
But little did she know, no daughter can hide things from her father; George had seen through all those little gestures.
However, he didn't object like he had before.
Because Sean had handled the Broadway incident very well, and he was confident in his character.
That day, no one cared about the group of Police officers; only Sean had noticed their efforts and spoken up for them.
Who wouldn't love a young man who doesn't vie for credit, is positive, and strives hard?
As soon as Gwen got home, she rushed into her room, lay on the bed, and blushed as she looked at the handcuff marks on the headboard.
She took out her phone and tossed and turned for a long time before she finally texted Sean to ask what they could do if she won the Facebook lottery.
But soon, Gwen felt a bit of regret.
Asking that, didn't it just imply that she wanted to pull some strings?
Although she did want to, and would occasionally do it, she didn't want to see Sean put in a difficult position by her saying it out loud.
Soon, after seeing Sean's reply, she felt relieved.
It was a photo of him wearing a Police uniform, along with a message.
"Officer Stacy, please take care of me in four days."
Seeing this, Gwen understood everything in an instant.
So, he had been trying to find a way to go out with her all along, and he had actually pulled it off. He was amazing.
On the other side, inside the General Hospital, during a break between surgeries, a group of Nurses gathered to discuss the issue.
Christine, who had just finished surgery, brushed off Strange and didn't give him a friendly look at all.
That day, he had almost ruined her perfect weekend with Sean; it was a mercy that she hadn't hit him.
Christine took a large gulp of Water and was already fantasizing about what to do during her next outing with Sean.
"Ah~ If only I could spend a day with Homelander. I would definitely try on every style of Nurseuniform!"
"Hmph, have some ambition. You should try on other clothes too, and absolutely don't let him leave the bed."
"Pfft, if I win, I'll definitely tie him to the headboard and then call you all over to try."
"Wow, Matty, you're the best. As expected of the head Nurse, your vision is just different."
Hearing the keyword "Homelander," Christine's ears twitched. She walked over, interrupted their lewd conversation, and asked what they were talking about.
A girl handed her her phone and smiled, "Sister Christine, you already have a boyfriend, so you probably won't sign up, right?"
Christine read the post, blushed, and tried to remain calm, "Ahem, don't you all have boyfriends too? Why are you all signing up?"
Another Nurse said disdainfully, "What's the big deal? If my boyfriend doesn't agree, I'll just break up with him."
"Exactly, exactly. I'm even going to use the little umbrellas he bought to play with Brother Homelander."
"No joke, my boyfriend said he wants to join in."
"Yo~ disgusting, but, good idea."
Listening to this group of young people chat, Christine felt she couldn't fit in at all. Just thinking about that scene made her face turn red.
She hurriedly packed her things to get off work. After being blown by the cold wind outside, the blush on her face slowly faded.
She took out her phone and hesitated for a while before sending Sean a message asking if she should sign up.
But after sending it, Christine instantly regretted it.
This was clearly a benefit Sean was giving to his fans; she had already enjoyed it before, and if she came to snatch it now, would it make things difficult for him?
For a moment, Christine was almost on the verge of tears, until Sean replied.
It was a photo of him wearing a white coat, along with a message.
"Doctor Palmer, please take care of me in two days."
Christine instantly laughed out loud, understanding Sean's meaning, and her heart was instantly filled with warmth.
He came up with this idea just to be with her openly and honestly; he's truly amazing.
In a messy laboratory, Daisy kept shaking Jane, begging her to help make software that would guarantee a win in the lottery.
Jane slammed the table and said, suppressing her anger, "Daisy, I can't! I study astronomy, not computers!"
Daisy let go, looking disappointed, "It's a pity we don't know where the Dr. went; otherwise, he would definitely know how."
Jane moved a bit further away from her, walked to the balcony, and looked at the sky, feeling very melancholy.
He clearly promised to be back soon, but it had been days, and there was no news at all. Could the flow of time on the two Planets be different?
She had also tried asking Coulson, but he didn't know anything about Asgard either.
On the contrary, Coulson felt it would be better if there was no news about Thor; he was practically hoping for no news.
Daisy brought a blanket and a cup of coffee to Jane.
"Thanks. Sorry, I shouldn't have been angry with you just now," Jane said apologetically.
Daisy smiled, "It's okay, we're good sisters. Actually, I was thinking that if I won the prize, I could help you ask Sean about it."
Jane took a sip of coffee and suddenly felt that what she said made a lot of sense.
"Right! Doesn't Sean have an Asgardian female warrior on his side? She must know."
Thinking of this, Jane started looking for her phone.
"Jane, are you going to sign up too? But our probability will still be very low; there are too many people."
Jane looked up and smiled, "I don't know computers, but I know someone who might be able to help us with this."
"Really? That's great! Who?"
"A suitor of mine."
Daisy stuck out her tongue and didn't say anything else. Women in love are truly terrifying.
She also hoped that this suitor of Jane's would be capable enough to make sure she won the prize!
Chapter 78: If everyone were like Sean, and could be handled with women, then this World...
Hart Island was once used as a prisoner-of-war camp, a psychiatric hospital, and a tuberculosis sanitarium; it was known as the "Graveyard of the Poor."
And today, two famous Iron Man figures are preparing to fight to the death here.
This duel was not announced to the general public, but those with some reputation still learned the news and rushed to the scene early.
After Ivan's publicity, they were also clear about the grudge between the two.
How should I put it? They didn't care; instead, they set up a betting pool and were having a great time.
The bookmaker was still Hammer Industries. He knew that most people would bet on Stark to win, which was normal; if he didn't know the inside story, he would also bet on Stark.
But he knew that Ivan had a set of Vibranium Iron Armor, so for this duel, he wanted the fame, and he also wanted the money.
Fury stood in the corner with a handsome man and said softly, "Watch, a battle that does not belong to this era is about to begin."
The man's eyes were full of melancholy, as if he were out of place in this World.
"It has nothing to do with me."
Fury stood with his hands behind his back and sighed, "Captain Rogers, are you really unwilling to save this World one more time?"
Steve smiled faintly, "Doesn't this World already have suitable heroes? Captain America and I do not belong to this World."
After hearing this, Fury did not continue.
He knew that persuading Steve to join could not be rushed; he still had some resistance to the Worldseventy years later.
He sighed silently in his heart: if everyone were like Sean, and could be handled with women, then this World... forget it, then this World would be a total mess.
Steve looked around and asked, "Why don't I see the Homelander you mentioned?"
"He is keeping a fan company at the hospital today, playing Doctor games." Fury said helplessly.
"At a time when two Superheroes are about to duel?"
"Yeah!"
This "Yeah" contained many meanings. Steve understood it too and discovered that this Director didn't seem to have it easy either.
On the other side, inside Stark Tower, another person asked the same question, and Natasha also responded with a helpless "Yeah."
"He really knows how to play, even better than I used to!" Tony complained.
Natasha agreed with this point; there were some tricks she hadn't even seen before.
"We have people prepared on the perimeter, if you..."
Tony raised his hand to interrupt, "I will not kill him, and I will absolutely not lose."
"Even if he has a full Vibranium Iron Armor?"
"Yeah, even if he... excuse me, what did you say?" Tony asked, squinting.
Seeing that Natasha was not joking, he was completely stunned.
"Why didn't you say such important news earlier? Also, where did he get hundreds of pounds of Vibranium? What about Sean? Does he know?"
Natasha stepped back a few steps and forced a smile, "Good luck!"
After speaking, she ran out.
She didn't want to deal with this mess anymore, and she didn't know what Sean was thinking. Did he really think Tony would win?
Tony, still at Stark Tower, quickly calmed down. He was just stunned by the news of hundreds of pounds of Vibranium; that amount was simply too much.
However, after calming down, he began to look for a solution.
He definitely couldn't win in a frontal assault; he knew how strong Vibranium was, so he could only think of other methods.
Moreover, he didn't believe that Ivan could use Vibranium well; his Iron Armor must have defects.
He knew how hard Vibranium was to use; once it solidified, it could not be forged again. It was impossible to create a perfect Iron Armor in one go.
Of course, except for Sean's suit.
Time passes quickly at such moments, and in the blink of an eye, the agreed time arrived.
Ivan landed in the arena first wearing his Iron Armor. Hammer naturally supported his own weapons expert and immediately took the lead in cheering. Behind him, many people also stood and cheered with him.
Recently, Hammer Industries had been incredible. First, the Brave Guardian high-profilely announced joining Hammer, and shortly after, a large number of Military orders poured in.
Hammer also announced the Iron Armor he developed at their weapons launch event, and for a time, his limelight faintly overshadowed Stark.
Just shortly after Ivan landed, Tony also landed wearing his classic red Iron Armor. Not far away, Rhodes's War Machine followed alongside.
Ivan's Iron Armor helmet popped open, pointing at Tony, and he said loudly, "Stark! If you admit today that your father was a thief who stole others' research results, I can spare your life!"
"Oh, should I thank brother Ivan then?"
Tony's tone was full of sarcasm, wanting Ivan to make as many movements as possible so that Jarviscould analyze more.
Sure enough, when Ivan heard this, he controlled the Iron Armor to hold his stomach and laugh loudly.
This movement was very stiff, which made Tony's eyes light up.
He knew it; except for Sean's suit, no one could perfectly utilize Vibranium.
Looking at Ivan's Iron Armor from the outside, there were some problems. The colors at the various interfaces of the Iron Armor were clearly wrong, and there were some sharp edges. It was obvious it wasn't done well; the Vibranium had solidified.
Now, Tony wasn't afraid at all.
At first, hearing about a full Vibranium Iron Armor, he thought it was the kind of Iron Armor beyond his understanding that Sean had. He didn't expect it to be just this?
Ivan opposite was not panicked at all. Before seeing Tony, he actually didn't have much confidence in his heart, fearing that Sean had also given him Vibranium, in which case he wouldn't have much chance of winning.
But after seeing it, he relaxed completely. The one opposite obviously wasn't a Vibranium Iron Armor.
He had no doubts about the power of Vibranium. Even if the Iron Armor wasn't perfectly made, it was definitely enough to win.
The battle was imminent. Ivan put on his helmet and spread his hands, "To show my sincerity, I can let you hit me for five minutes, hahaha!"
"Is that so? Then I won't be polite!"
Tony immediately stretched out both hands, his palm cannons and the Rockets behind him fired together, aiming at the interfaces of Ivan's Iron Armor.
Ivan did not move; this was also his strategy from the beginning.
He was very clear about the shortcomings of his own Iron Armor: it had plenty of defense but insufficient firepower.
Therefore, he had to grasp the timing of every attack, otherwise, it would be embarrassing if neither could do anything to the other in the end.
All of Tony's attacks hit, exploding on the opponent, sending out violent sounds and smoke, which made the distant audience very satisfied.
"Captain, who do you think will win?"
Steve silently took out twenty dollars and handed it to him, "I don't know, and I also didn't expect that it would actually be this kind of robot war. Has the World become like this?"
"Indeed, Captain, so the Avengers are necessary, otherwise we cannot defend against the crises that will happen in the future."
"Therefore, we must let everyone who wishes harm to Earth know that we have the ability to avenge!"
Chapter 79: Popping Champagne at Halftime
On Hart Island, while Tony and Ivan were fighting fiercely, what was Sean doing?
"Doctor Palmer, here, let me wipe your sweat."
"Thank you, Nurse Sean."
"Doctor Palmer, here, the scissors."
"Thank you, Nurse Sean."
"Doctor Palmer..."
"Nurse Sean..."
If it weren't for the large crowd of enthusiastic onlookers watching this surgery, Sean would have taken Christine into his hands and properly... ahem, I'm getting sidetracked.
Christine, immersed in her work, was truly beautiful.
But Christine didn't think so; she felt she couldn't concentrate at all today. She barely looked at the patient, constantly glancing at Sean instead. He was surprisingly handsome even in a Nurse's uniform.
Furthermore, one thought kept running through her mind: was there a quiet place in this hospital where she could spend some quality time alone with Sean?
"The morgue is nice; with him there, it shouldn't be cold."
Christine's thoughts drifted away. Fortunately, it was just a minor surgery; otherwise, the patient would have been in trouble.
...
The scene shifts back to the battle.
Tony continued his firepower output against Ivan, trying to find the weak point in the armor to see if he could directly incapacitate him.
But Ivan wasn't stupid. Although his armor didn't look good, he hadn't held back on protective measures at all—after all, Vibranium didn't cost anything.
Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Tony knew he had to make Ivan take the initiative to create an opening; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to destroy the Vibranium armor even in a year.
"Veronica, come help."
While distracting Ivan, Tony called for his Hulkbuster armor.
Various components soon flew in from the horizon. Tony quickly jumped up, and the Mark 44 Hulkbuster armor made its official debut.
Although this set of armor wasn't fully completed and there weren't many spare parts, Tony felt it should be enough.
Opposite him, Ivan pulled out his two large electric whips and lashed them against the ground, causing violent explosions.
"Stark! Uncle is here!"
The two long whips lashed against Tony, knocking him flying.
Fortunately, Tony's armor was thick-skinned and durable; he was completely fine. He turned around, fired a few energy blasts, and charged forward, wanting to engage in close-quarters combat.
The Hulkbuster armor wasn't equipped with many thermal weapons and relied purely on Veronica's spare parts to fight a war of attrition.
Ivan pulled with his right hand, and one of the whips coiled around Tony's arm, intending to throw him again.
But he underestimated the strength of the Hulkbuster armor, and instead, Tony seized the opportunity.
Using the whip, Tony coiled it a few times and quickly closed the distance.
Ivan also realized his intention, and the whip in his left hand kept lashing against him, but with little effect.
Soon, the two armors were close together.
Tony swung his right arm in a wide arc and delivered a heavy punch to Ivan's face.
The result goes without saying; he was knocked back. The Vibranium armor was least afraid of physical attacks.
Ivan also breathed a sigh of relief. This giant red armor was quite intimidating; it had almost scared him.
He lashed out with both hands, the electric whips striking Tony. Ivan didn't give him any chance to catch his breath, intending to beat him to death right there, bit by bit.
Tony lay on the ground like that, using his hand to shield the camera part, trying to minimize damage and avoid obstructing his view.
Those watching the battle from afar, and some who were watching through lenses, all felt the outcome was decided.
The only thing they found strange was where Ivan had gotten such a large amount of Vibranium; they might ask about that later.
If there was anyone on the scene who was the most excited, it was definitely Hammer and his lackeys.
Not only did they unfurl a victory banner, but they even opened several bottles of champagne to pour for others.
Classic "popping champagne at halftime."
He was arguably the biggest winner of this battle. Not only did he acquire the production technology for the Iron Armor and orders from the Military, but he also humiliated Stark directly—it couldn't be better.
In a corner nearby, Steve also asked with confusion: "Is Vibranium not valuable anymore? I remember it was very difficult to make a shield for me back then."
"Ahem, not at all. Vibranium is still a rare resource. However, we have prepared your shield; we are just waiting for you to pick it up again."
Fury's attention was focused on counseling the Captain. He saw the situation and knew that Ivancouldn't kill Tony, so there was no need to worry.
Steve didn't respond and kept his eyes on the battlefield, wondering to himself: if these two people committed evil, could he stop them?
On the scene, Ivan had been lashing out for a long time and noticed something was wrong; he still couldn't cause effective damage to him.
Steeling his heart, he decided to go up and tear him apart with his hands; after all, he had Vibraniumarmor and wasn't afraid of close combat.
Tony also noticed the frequency of the whip strikes had decreased and realized the opportunity had come.
Sure enough, just as Ivan let go of the two whips and charged up, Tony's expression brightened. The mechanical hands on his arms flew out, turning into a chain that firmly bound him.
"Veronica, now!"
Six iron pillars descended from the sky and stuck into the ground around Ivan. Before he could react, the pillars erupted with a violent roar.
This was inspiration Tony got from when General Ross fought the Hulk; he found that those two sonic cannon trucks had a significant impact on the Hulk.
Therefore, he improved them a bit; increasing the power should be able to trap the Hulk for a while.
Of course, because time was tight, he hadn't swapped the sonic waves for other weapons, so he just used them on Ivan like that.
He hadn't used them at the very beginning of the battle because Ivan still had thermal weapons and the two large electric whips, which could directly destroy the six pillars; he might also have discovered Veronica's attack in advance and dodged it.
Now it was fine. The whips were discarded by him; as long as his thermal weapons were restricted, this battle had no suspense.
Just as Tony stepped forward, preparing to destroy Ivan's weapons, he discovered a shocking scene.
Ivan's Vibranium armor was actually slowly melting.
This discovery shocked Tony. Could it be that Vibranium loses its effectiveness in a high-frequency environment?
Seeing that Ivan was about to be exposed to the sonic attack, Tony quickly reached out and pulled him out.
He didn't want to kill Ivan; at least he felt that there was just some misunderstanding between them, not to the point of a life-and-death struggle.
Sure enough, while pulling him out, Tony was even more convinced that this Vibranium had indeed liquefied.
Throwing Ivan aside, he kept staring at this mass of Vibranium, feeling that the secret of Vibranium could also be unlocked.
And Ivan, who hadn't been taken seriously by him, had red eyes and was very unwilling, feeling that he couldn't possibly lose.
Wrong! He hadn't lost yet!
Ivan gritted his teeth, grinned, and pressed a button.
"Stark! I haven't lost yet! You can call for reinforcements, and so can I!"
In an instant, all the armors Ivan had made flew over; fully thousands of them came rushing from all directions of America.
Even Colonel Rhodes' War Machine, which was on the scene, was controlled by Ivan and flew into the field, opening fire on Tony.
Tony suddenly looked up, saw the sky full of armors, turned his head, and questioned:
"You're crazy!"
Ignoring the blood at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes, Ivan laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, Stark! You lost! You lost!"
Chapter 80: You wouldn't want Christine to hear us either, would you?
The scene instantly descended into chaos; although they were still quite far from the center of the battlefield, that didn't stop them from fearing for their lives.
As Steve turned his head, he saw Fury on his phone, muttering away, though he couldn't make out what was being said.
With no other choice, he looked around, grabbed something nearby, and rushed over.
Naturally, Fury was calling Natasha, telling her to get Sean over here; otherwise, the entire Hart Islandwould be leveled by thousands of Iron Armor.
However, when Natasha arrived at the hospital, she couldn't find any sign of Sean, and he wasn't on the operating table either.
After a moment's thought, she realized this was a hospital, and she quickly thought of a few places.
For instance, empty patient rooms, narrow hallways, the women's locker room, Christine's office, the rooftop, and the morgue.
In the end, she found Sean on an abandoned hospital bed on the top floor, along with a disheveled Christine beside him.
Being interrupted made Sean very unhappy.
Because this experience was unlikely to happen again; this was a limited-time setting, unlike with Hess, where he could go whenever he wanted.
Christine was also very embarrassed. Having been caught in the act, she didn't even dare to look at who had arrived, burying her head in Sean's chest, not daring to lift it.
She felt a bit of regret, thinking they should have just gone to the morgue.
Natasha naturally understood the consequences of disturbing Sean, but she had no choice; if he didn't come, everyone on Hart Island would die.
Sean also knew something had happened; otherwise, the sensible Natasha wouldn't have come at this time, unless she wanted to join in.
Setting Christine aside and comforting her with a few soft words, he walked over to Natasha and asked:
"Speak, what is it?"
"Ivan Vanko has taken control of thousands of Iron Armor and intends to kill everyone on Hart Island."
Natasha didn't waste time with small talk, stating the most critical situation directly.
"Ivan?"
Sean's gaze gradually turned cold. Had he forgotten that warning?
Although no one connected him to himself yet, Sean was just annoyed.
"I brought you here, and you're causing trouble? Where does that leave me?"
"Christine, I'll be right back."
After saying goodbye, Sean put on his Nano Suit; it wouldn't be good to go over naked.
By the time he arrived, Hart Island was already riddled with bullet holes.
Countless Iron Armor were firing simultaneously at a single red Iron Armor, and Tony, in the middle, could only cower in a corner to defend himself.
The number of Iron Armor outside was simply too great; if there were only a few dozen, he could maneuver, but with these thousands of Iron Armor, he had absolutely no way out.
Fortunately, Ivan wasn't completely insane; the Iron Armor's targets were only Tony, and everyone else was fine.
Steve, after taking out a few Iron Armor, rushed over to Ivan and knocked him unconscious.
He had thought that would be the end of it, but the gunfire from the sky didn't stop, leaving him feeling helpless.
Until he saw someone flying in the air; that person didn't seem to be in a good mood.
Sean glanced at the unconscious Ivan and ignored him, unleashing his Heat Vision from his eyes to sweep across the entire field of Iron Armor.
Thousands of Iron Armor fell one after another, raining down onto the ground.
If the residents on Hart Island hadn't been evacuated in advance, the damage would likely have been even greater than that time on Broadway.
Steve panted, staring at that dashing figure in the sky, unable to collect his thoughts for a long time.
"Is this... Homelander?"
From the moment Sean appeared until he left, it took no more than two minutes to accomplish something he absolutely could not have done.
Steve dejectedly threw down his weapon, pulled up his hood, and left toward an empty area.
Tony had spotted him the moment Sean appeared; this was also his first time seeing the full power of Heat Vision.
In any case, he felt that his Iron Armor definitely couldn't withstand that kind of temperature.
Fixing his gaze on the puddle of solidified Vibranium, Tony felt it was time to develop a new Iron Armor.
After resolving the situation on the scene, Sean flew back to the hospital; he didn't want anything to disturb his interaction with Christine.
"Where is Christine?"
Finding her gone, Sean asked Natasha, who hadn't managed to leave yet.
"You... just solved it?"
Natasha was visibly surprised; she had just prepared to leave and hadn't even gone downstairs yet when she saw him fly back.
"Of course; those unmanned Iron Armor don't know how to dodge."
Iron Armor is one thing; with or without a pilot, they are two completely different weapons.
"Christine was called away; it seems there's an emergency."
Seeing that Sean had already put away his Nano Suit and was leaning against the headboard looking displeased, Natasha knew her trouble had arrived.
She silently closed the door leading to the rooftop, tied up her hair, and sighed:
"You wouldn't want Christine to hear us either, would you? So, please, be gentle~"
Sean's eyes lit up. The Ten Rings—no, now it was eight rings—flew from his hand and floated in the air.
Facts proved that both threats and begging were not very effective against an angry Sean.
And Natasha learned the power of the eight rings for the first time; she probably wouldn't be forgetting this feeling anytime soon.
...
On the other side, just after Sean had taken care of all the Iron Armor, the Military bigwigs watching the battle were all furious.
Because these flying Iron Armor were all things they had spent real money to purchase.
And now, the weapons they had spent money on were being casually controlled by someone else—it was a complete humiliation!
"Colonel Rhodes, why was your Iron Armor controlled too!"
Rhodes had just broken free from the control, and before his heart had even settled, he was summoned for questioning.
He didn't hide anything, recounting the fact that his Iron Armor had been modified by Hammer Industriesin every detail.
Hearing this, they all fell silent.
They had originally thought the opportunity to rule the World had arrived; as long as they had enough Iron Armor, they would have nothing to fear from any country in the World.
But now, they suddenly realized that the Joker was actually themselves!
Iron Armor isn't like traditional weapons; they didn't understand when they bought them that whoever controls them is the master—they had fallen into a misconception.
Or rather, they simply hadn't believed that Hammer Industries would dare to do such a thing.
Fortunately, Ivan had acted on a hot-headed impulse this time, controlling all the Iron Armor directly, which allowed them to discover the issue.
Otherwise, by the time they had produced tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of Iron Armor, it would have been too late.
"Then, would the Iron Armor made by Stark be the same?" an officer who refused to give up asked.
Rhodes quickly said: "If Tony doesn't agree, I cannot pilot his Iron Armor."
At this, no one around said anything else, and Rhodes himself breathed a sigh of relief.
Like Tony, he was worried that the proliferation of Iron Armor would spark a World war.
Especially after hearing what his colleagues and superiors had said recently, he was even more worried about this issue.
But it was good now; with the serious problems that had emerged with the Iron Armor, they would definitely not consider mass production again.
They really had to thank Ivan; if it weren't for his hot-headed impulse, this group of war fanatics would likely never have stopped their dreams of aggression.
Chapter 81: Christine, I love you
"Romanoff, what are those marks on you?"
Natasha touched the marks on her wrists and neck, suddenly feeling empty, and couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Ahem, that's not important, Director. Is there something?"
Fury didn't press further, smiling as he said, "The Captain has agreed to join, but he won't admit to being the leader of this team."
"He said this matter must be discussed with all members present."
Natasha smiled knowingly; she had finally heard some good news.
"With the Captain here, I believe his charisma will influence the others."
"Exactly, that's what I thought too." Fury grinned.
No one would doubt Captain America's influence, and no one could refuse it.
"By the way, you'll be the one to persuade Sean. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Hearing this, Natasha shivered.
She never expected that one day, she would feel a trace of resistance just thinking about such things.
"Director, I need backup!"
Fury paused, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.
Is he really that formidable?
"Fine, let Sharon help you. She was originally meant to get close to the Captain, but now that the Captain has accepted this World, she's no longer needed."
"Alright."
Natasha actually wanted a few more; she wouldn't complain about having more.
But thinking of Sean's standards, she wasn't sure how many people in the agency he would even consider worthy.
She remembered Sharon; wasn't she the niece of that legendary Agent? She shouldn't be too bad.
Here, she was referring to physical stamina.
...
After working a day at the hospital, Sean finally got off work.
"Thank you all for being willing to teach me. At first, I only knew that being a Doctor was hard work, but I didn't expect it to be this hard. It's much more tiring than catching bad guys outside."
"It turns out that you all are the real heroes!"
All the medical staff in the hospital were moved when they heard this.
They never expected that one day, they would hear such high praise from Homelander; it was almost like a dream.
Sean gave Christine a wink, then looked at them and said, "Let's take a group photo together. I've really caused you too much trouble today."
"No trouble, no trouble at all. You saved our hospital earlier, and we haven't even thanked you yet." The Dean held Sean's hand and said kindly.
Sean exchanged a few more pleasantries, then with the help of reporters, took a picture with everyone at the hospital.
Working as a Nurse at the hospital couldn't be kept secret; these reporters would definitely find out.
So, Sean simply announced it. As long as they didn't disturb Christine's normal work, it didn't matter.
After he left, Christine also hurriedly got off work.
Arriving at her car, she saw Sean, wearing glasses, leaning against the car, waiting for her quietly.
The two hugged again. Although they had been together for a long time today, Christine still loved this feeling.
"Will you be bored having to accompany me at the hospital today?" Christine asked.
Sean kissed her and smiled, "How could I be? Being able to see you working so seriously, I've profited greatly. Besides, didn't you compensate me on the roof earlier?"
"You're annoying~"
Sean rubbed her hands, helping to soothe the soreness from work, and said softly, "You've worked all day, so don't cook. I've booked a table."
Christine nodded, blushing, and said, "Mm, I'll listen to you. Tonight, everything will be up to you."
Today, she changed into the white dress Sean liked best. Looking beautiful and moving, she frequently attracted the attention of passersby.
When passersby looked at the man beside her, they all felt that this was what love looked like.
Sean also loved strolling with Christine. Perhaps because of her profession, she was very good at taking care of Sean's emotions and could always add some warmth to their ordinary daily life.
Every time he accompanied her, Sean felt it was time he could truly enjoy.
After dinner, the two walked home. When no one was around, Christine would pour out her love to Sean.
Because there was too little time for her to go out and stroll with him, she cherished every minute and every second.
There were still many sceneries she wanted to see with him, many restaurants she wanted to eat at, and many things she wanted to do with him.
Only when they returned to their little home would Christine take off her disguise and keep telling him one thing: how much she loved him.
Listening to her murmurs in his arms, Sean felt very comfortable. This was the kind of romantic relationship he liked best.
Christine was very clingy at this time, even more so than Lisha.
But she only acted like this at these times. During the day, she was still that valiant and heroic surgeon, even when strolling with him, she was always confident and generous.
Only at night would she show her most vulnerable side in front of him.
Lying in his arms, complaining about a patient's family, showing off that she had performed a difficult surgery, and constantly telling him how much she loved him.
Sean took out a hoop and said, "A gift for you."
Christine glanced at it, her face flushed, and she quickly ran into the room. Sounds of rummaging came from inside, leaving Sean a bit confused.
Not long after, it went quiet inside. Then the door opened, and Christine walked out wearing a fluffy outfit, adjusting her ears and tail as she walked.
Looking at the hoop in Sean's hand, she smiled and ran over, closed her eyes, stretched out her neck and said:
"Hehe, this outfit is perfect. Come on, put it on me."
But she waited with her eyes closed for a long time without Sean putting it on her.
Christine frowned, opened her eyes, and wanted to ask if her outfit wasn't good-looking, but this was the only outfit of this kind she had.
When she saw the hoop in his hand again, Christine was stunned.
The originally large hoop was slowly shrinking in his hand, becoming too small to fit around her neck. Then this size could only be... a ring!
"Oh my god!"
Christine covered her mouth, her teary eyes darting between Sean and the ring.
Suddenly, she realized something, immediately took off the ears on her head, rushed into the room, buried herself in the quilt, and let out aggrieved sobs.
This action made Sean even more confused. Wasn't it quite good-looking?
He picked up the fluffy cat ears from the floor, walked into the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "What's wrong? You don't like this style?"
Christine's sobbing gradually stopped, and she choked out, "It's not your fault, it's me!"
"On such an important occasion, I... I actually changed into this kind of outfit! It's too embarrassing!"
Now Christine was full of regret. What was she thinking? Why did she run into the room and change into this outfit?
And when Sean was preparing to propose with a ring, how would he see her now!
Sean looked at the cat ears in his hand and didn't answer. It seemed the style she understood was not the same as what he meant.
"I really like this outfit, truly."
Hearing this, Christine peeked at him and said shyly, "Really?"
Sean pulled her out of the quilt and held her in his arms.
"Really!"
"And, this isn't a ring, it's something that can protect you in times of danger."
The eight rings on his hand floated in the air, emitting bursts of energy.
She looked and saw it really wasn't a ring. The regret was immediately washed away by disappointment. Her mouth turned down, and she felt even more aggrieved.
"Ahem, so do you still want it?"
Christine wiped her tears, pouted, and nodded hard with an "Mm."
Sean smiled faintly, first put the cat ears on her, and then held her left hand.
When her hand was gripped by Sean, Christine trembled significantly. Although she knew it wasn't a ring, she still started to get nervous.
He slowly slid the ring onto her middle finger.
"Christine, I love you."
Chapter 82: Although You Are Handsome, You Cannot Flirt With the Officer
"Mr. Brooke, today you cannot think of yourself as an omnipotent Superhero. Right now, you are just a junior Police aide who needs to follow Captain Stacy's instructions. Do you understand?"
"Understood, Sir!"
Sheriff George nodded approvingly, gave his daughter a few more instructions, and then sent them on their way.
Sitting in the Police car, Sean Brooke examined his appearance in the rearview mirror and asked with a smile:
"How do I look in this uniform?"
Gwen suppressed her smile and said as seriously as she could: "Ahem, watch your behavior, OfficerBrooke."
"Although you are handsome, you cannot flirt with the Officer."
"Understood, Officer!"
Driving to their patrol zone, Gwen couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Sean Brooke along the way.
Why hadn't she thought of having him try on this uniform before? Usually, she was the one wearing it to please him; she definitely had to switch things up tonight.
It was Sean Brooke's first time in a Police car, so at first, he was a bit excited, looking here and there.
But soon, he felt bored and kept his eyes on Gwen, who was driving. She was definitely the best-looking one.
"Gwen, no, Captain Stacy, can you turn off this body camera?"
Gwen rolled her eyes at him; she knew exactly what he was up to.
"The camera must remain on throughout the entire law enforcement process!"
Sean Brooke caught the subtext: it meant she could turn it off when they weren't enforcing the law.
Taking advantage of a red light, Sean Brooke quickly kissed her, making her nervous that someone outside the car might see.
But seeing Sean Brooke being so bold, she directly pinned him down to let him know what it meant to follow orders.
When the light turned green, no one dared to honk; who would dare to honk at a Police car in America? They didn't want to live?
Looking at the exceptionally handsome Sean Brooke today, she began to regret it.
She shouldn't have listened to her father's advice and let him be a temporary Police aide to patrol with her.
She should have just put on her best outfit and spent a fun day with him.
Instead of being in this situation where she wanted him but couldn't have him.
However, luckily she was smart enough to change her patrol zone beforehand, so she could still go shopping with Sean Brooke properly.
Driving to a bustling neighborhood, Gwen parked the car, stretched, and looked at him with burning eyes.
Sean Brooke got out of the car, looked at the surroundings, and smiled: "Captain Stacy, I think it's necessary for us to enter every store and inspect them thoroughly!"
"Hmph, I think you're right!"
Just like that, the two walked close together, though not holding hands, walking along the street and observing everything around them.
This time, Sean Brooke didn't wear glasses, so he was quickly recognized.
The news about Sean Brooke giving out benefits to fans had caused quite a stir, and they all knew about him patrolling the streets as a Police Officer today.
After clearly stating that they shouldn't disturb his work, the fans didn't approach, instead taking photos from afar, secretly envious of the annoying woman beside him!
Gwen naturally heard the sour comments from afar, but she wasn't shy; instead, she took his hand directly, no longer restrained.
She accompanied Sean Brooke happily as they strolled down the street, not wanting to waste their happy time over such trivial matters.
Whenever she saw clothes that suited Sean Brooke, she would secretly make a note of them to buy for him tomorrow.
After all, they were still on patrol, so it wasn't appropriate to openly try on or buy clothes, and it wouldn't look good for the crowd outside to see.
Besides, this was America after all; there weren't that many happy times to be had.
Soon, a mission came over Gwen's earpiece, and she helplessly pulled Sean Brooke and ran forward.
"A group of motorcycle robbers is about to pass by our vicinity; we need to rush to the designated location immediately."
"Okay!"
Sean Brooke didn't use his Superhero powers to catch the criminals immediately; it was agreed that today he was just an ordinary Police aide, unless there was a special situation.
The two quickly arrived at the interception point, evacuated the surrounding vehicles, and Gwen aimed her gun, asking softly: "Do you know how to shoot?"
"Of course, I never miss!"
"Is that so? Why don't you try taking the safety off first?"
Sean Brooke was stunned, holding the pistol he had received less than two hours ago, and examined it carefully.
Although he had never fired a gun, his claim of never missing was absolutely not an exaggeration.
Just as Gwen was about to help, the roar of motorcycles came from afar. She didn't have time to worry about Sean Brooke and started firing, leaving the fate of these people to God.
Looking at her serious face, Sean Brooke tossed his gun, knocking over two motorcycles, and then quietly watched Gwen perform.
Gwen's aim was accurate; after a magazine of bullets knocked over the remaining two bikes, she couldn't help but smile.
Looking back at Sean Brooke, she said in a slightly willful tone: "We agreed not to use Superheropowers."
"Ahem, it's about the same. If you had helped me take the safety off, I probably would have taken out two as well."
Hearing Sean Brooke's compliment, Gwen was very happy.
She wasn't happy because he complimented her abilities, but because he was trying to make her happy.
"Let's go see if there are any survivors."
She put away her gun, grabbed the handcuffs, and took Sean Brooke to check the scene.
Fortunately, these motorcycle robbers had some safety awareness and wore thick clothes, so they didn't die from the fall, but judging by their injuries, it would take several months for them to recover.
"Wait, the number of people is wrong!"
Once at the scene, she realized the number of people on the ground didn't match what was said on the radio; two were missing.
Sean Brooke pointed toward the neighborhood and said calmly: "Yes, two are missing; they ran that way."
"Ah, then why didn't you say anything?"
"This is what I saw using my Superhero powers; I can't say."
Gwen looked at him with a resentful gaze; what a willful little boy.
"Hmph, then go chase them, but you aren't allowed to use Superhero powers."
"Yes, sir!"
Sean Brooke turned and ran into the crowd; he also wanted to play this cat-and-mouse game; it felt quite interesting.
The two criminals were running fast; after all, it concerned their lives and the large amount of gold and jewelry in their arms.
Now that their accomplices were dead or captured, as long as they escaped, this money would be enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, accompanied by happiness every day.
Sean Brooke really didn't intend to use his Superhero powers at first, stopping a few passersby to ask about the criminals' whereabouts.
"Hey friend, have you seen two men wearing masks and carrying a large bag run by?"
The man Sean Brooke called out to was stunned when he turned around.
"You... you are Homelander!"
"It's me; I'm experiencing a day as a Police Officer."
The man quickly straightened his few remaining hairs, wanting to look more presentable.
"Yes, yes, yes, you mentioned it on Facebook. I... I am your fan, and I also signed up but wasn't selected."
The man laughed awkwardly and then pointed to a small alley: "There, he ran that way, I'm sure of it!"
Sean Brooke smiled, patted him, glanced at the name tag on his clothes, and said: "Thank you for your help, Max... Max, I hope you get chosen next time. Goodbye!"
After saying that, he quickly gave chase, leaving Max stunned for a long time.
"Homelander called my name, and I even helped him, and... and then he said thank you. Oh my god, am I dreaming?"
He stood there in a daze for a long time until someone bumped into him, bringing him back to reality.
He picked up the blueprints that were very important to him and hurried into the crowd, causing not even a ripple.