Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

"But, if anything happens, we'll call."

The waiter said.

His eyes were full of sincerity.

Didn't seem to trust the wait staff very much.

Shen Hai asked, "Can you make phone calls?"

His eyes were full of suspicion.

As if scrutinizing every expression of the waiter.

"absolute!"

The waiter said firmly.

He nodded vigorously.

Trying to make Shen Hai believe him.

"Ok."

Shenhai said.

His tone was full of helplessness.

After saying that, the waiter left Shenhai's room.

Shenhai was alone in the room.

Look east, look west.

His eyes were full of confusion and grievance.

The room was furnished in a simple and monotonous manner.

There is no sense of luxury at all.

The paint on the wall is a bit mottled.

The furniture also looked old and worn.

Shen Hai's heart was filled with loss.

He felt as if he had been exiled to a deserted place.

The more he looked at it, the more aggrieved he felt.

The dissatisfaction in my heart surged like a tide.

He didn't understand why he had to be treated like this.

Why was I transferred to this crappy place?

He felt that he was undervalued.

My efforts were ignored.

Finally, Shenhai sat in front of the computer.

His fingers touched the keyboard lightly.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Then he opened Word.

A line of "Deep Sea Memoirs" was typed into it.

Apparently, he was about to start writing his autobiography.

Shen Hai's heart was filled with emotion.

He felt that his life was full of twists and turns.

He wanted to get through this autobiography.

Record your experiences and feelings.

I also want to prove my worth to the world.

. . . . . .

The locomotive was currently holding onto a worn-out metal trash can with both hands.

His body was shaking violently.

Vomiting madly into it.

His face was as pale as paper.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The churning in his stomach made him miserable.

He cursed the damn Compound No. 5 in his heart.

I regret why I chose to take this shortcut.

His brother, Nathan, frowned.

He walked over quickly with a worried look on his face.

Nathan's steps were a little heavy.

Every step seemed to be carried with heartache for his brother.

He held out his broad palm.

Patted the locomotive gently on the back.

again and again.

Trying to ease his brother's pain.

"This makes me so uncomfortable!" the locomotive complained.

His voice was weak and feeble.

His eyes were full of pain and helplessness.

I feel like a helpless child at this moment.

Nathan held his shoulders and said, "Come on."

The tone was firm yet gentle.

It was as if he was telling his brother that everything would be fine with him around.

"Damn it!" Nathan took the locomotive to a corner with tables and chairs.

His steps were a little unsteady.

Sat down reluctantly.

My heart is filled with resistance and irritability.

Nathan picked up the kettle from the table.

Shake it hard.

Handed it to the locomotive.

The engine glanced at the kettle.

Without hesitation, he pushed the kettle out.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

His heart was filled with resistance.

He felt that drinking water would not solve his current problem.

Nathan pulled out another chair.

While saying, "You need 3,000 calories a day, or you'll pass out."

There was a hint of anxiety and worry in Nathan's tone.

He knew very well that his brother's physical condition was very bad and he had to replenish his energy as soon as possible.

The locomotive was helpless, although it was reluctant in its heart.

But he also knew that his brother was doing it for his own good.

He had no choice but to pick up the kettle.

Started drinking.

"I can't do that, man."

His voice was filled with helplessness and frustration.

Look at the locomotive's bad attitude.

Nathan said to him "That's too bad."

There was a hint of disappointment in Nathan's eyes.

He hopes that his brother can face his problems proactively instead of avoiding them.

"You heard what the doctor said. Your heart is getting bigger and your balls are getting smaller. Your bone density is low and that Compound Five is killing you!"

Nathan's voice was a little excited.

He hopes his brother can realize the seriousness of the problem.

Hearing Nathan say Compound 5 so loudly.

The locomotive quickly stopped him.

"Hey! Don't say that out loud! Okay! You don't know anything about it, understand?"

The locomotive's heart was filled with fear and anxiety.

He was afraid that others would know that he was using Compound No. 5.

"I don't want to know!" Nathan retorted.

Nathan's heart was filled with anger and helplessness.

He didn't understand why his brother was so stubborn.

"Also! You can't inject anymore! Okay? You can't mess around anymore!"

Nathan is essentially concerned about his little brother's health.

His eyes were full of concern and expectation.

I hope my brother can listen to him.

"Did you see my last run?" the engine said, looking at Nathan.

His eyes were filled with loss and unwillingness.

I feel that my glory is gone forever.

"There's a damned fast runner in Sioux City!" said the engine.

His heart was filled with jealousy and anger.

He couldn't accept the fact that he was surpassed by others.

I heard the locomotive say this.

Nathan was also furious.

"Then don't do those club openings, don't shoot commercials!"

Nathan cares more about his brother's health than those empty honors.

Than a locomotive full of honor.

He would rather have a healthy brother.

"Okay! No more using that damn thing! Let's train hard!" Nathan continued.

"Start from the basics again!"

Nathan's tone was firm and powerful.

He hopes his brother can find himself again.

Nathan's words were immediately met with a rebuttal from the locomotive.

"No one can get back to godlike form at my age!"

The locomotive's heart was filled with despair and helplessness.

He felt that he had lost hope.

“I’ll be a pervert like Ben Johnson racing with horses.”

The locomotive's eyes were full of self-mockery and helplessness.

He felt that he was in a desperate situation.

Listening to my younger brother's competitive words.

Nathan said calmly, "At least you're still alive."

Nathan's heart was filled with helplessness and heartache.

He hopes his brother can cherish his life.

At this time, the locomotive's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and looked at it.

Then he cursed.

"Damn it, I have to go."

The locomotive's heart was filled with irritation and anxiety.

He didn't know what troubles were waiting for him.

"Where to?" Nathan asked.

Nathan's eyes were full of worry and confusion.

He didn’t know what his brother was going to do next. . . . . .

Water International.

The spacious and bright corridor seemed to have no end.

The locomotive moved in a hurry.

His footsteps echoed on the polished ground.

Every step was tinged with uneasiness.

His eyes glanced around from time to time.

It seems to be alert to some unknown danger.

at last.

The locomotive came to the meeting room of the Super Seven.

The door to the conference room was closed.

Exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

He pushed the door open gently.

The door hinges made a slight sound.

It seemed to be telling the story that was about to happen in the conference room.

Looking at several superheroes sitting in their seats.

A complex emotion surged in the locomotive's heart.

They either remained silent.

Or thoughtful.

Everyone has a different expression on their face.

The engine cleared its throat.

Asked: "What happened?"

"I miss you!" The voice of his fellow countryman suddenly sounded from behind him.

The sound was like thunder.

The locomotive was startled.

He turned around suddenly.

He saw his countrymen looking at him with a smile.

There seemed to be some unspeakable secret hidden in that smile.

At the same time, the door of the conference room gradually closed.

Made a dull sound.

It seemed to be announcing that an important meeting was about to begin.

"I just want to see your smiling faces!" said the Homelander, pinching the locomotive's shoulder.

He has very strong hands.

It caused the locomotive to feel a pain.

But the locomotive dared not show any dissatisfaction.

Just forced a smile.

"Take a seat, brother," he said, patting the locomotive on the shoulder.

The locomotive had no idea what was happening.

But he still sat down obediently.

His heart was filled with doubts and anxieties.

I don’t know what the Chinese are up to.

Those who came today.

There's only Noir, Locomotive, Starlight, Maeve, and Homelander.

of course.

Jonathan was there too.

He sat quietly aside.

Like a silent spectator.

The atmosphere in the meeting room seemed a little depressing.

Everyone was waiting for the motherland to speak.

"The truth is. I feel like we haven't had a heart-to-heart talk in a while." Homelander said to everyone.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

I hope everyone can be honest with each other.

But when I saw Jonathan.

There was a hint of unnaturalness in his eyes.

After all, Jonathan's presence put him under tremendous pressure.

But Jonathan didn't make things difficult for him.

Just sit there quietly.

Waiting for his performance.

The people of the motherland saw this.

I had to continue: "Give me some criticism. Or give me some love in your eyes." I heard these words from my fellow countryman.

Maeve frowned.

He asked, “What does this mean?”

Her eyes were full of confusion.

I don’t know what the people of my country want to do.

"This means that something is not right with some of you lately." Homelander paced.

While saying.

His steps were heavy.

As if thinking about some important issue.

"Unstable! Unreliable. Very lazy. Not you. Black. You've always been good!" Homelander specifically excluded Black.

of course.

He didn't dare look at Jonathan and say it.

After all, this is someone who can beat him.

"But the rest of you." Homelander looked at the others.

His eyes were full of disappointment and anger.

As if he was very dissatisfied with their performance.

"You could say I'm a little disappointed. You have to focus on the bigger picture, guys. The enemy is on a massive offensive."

"We're not even the Super Seven anymore." Homelander's voice was a little low.

His eyes were full of helplessness.

"There's only five of us left. We're dropping like damn flies."

Homelander looked at Jonathan.

Although he booked a place in a group of seven.

but now.

Jonathan still hadn't officially joined.

So the group of seven is still five people.

"But at least. Now I know the reason." As he pressed the remote control in his hand.

A picture of Huey appeared on the screen.

An ominous premonition arose in the locomotive's heart.

He didn't know why this ordinary person appeared here.

"This man. He killed the Invisible Man!" Homelander's voice was filled with anger.

Everyone looked at each other.

No one knew Huey.

Their eyes were full of confusion and surprise.

I don't know how this ordinary person did it.

"And coerced Metzmo, Izqir, the Claw Girl. And God knows who else." I heard the Homelander mention the Claw Girl.

The locomotive got serious.

His heart was filled with tension.

I don’t know what impact this incident will have on him.

"Devil's Claw Girl?" The locomotive's voice trembled a little.

The image of that terrible woman emerged in his mind.

My heart was filled with fear.

"No, no, no. This is crazy. An ordinary person? Can he threaten so many superhumans?" Maeve obviously didn't believe it.

Her eyes were full of suspicion.

I think this is impossible.

"Haha. Locomotive. Come and tell me about it." The Homelander suddenly let the locomotive come out.

A wave of fear surged in the engine's heart.

He didn't know what to say.

"Ah? What did you say?" The locomotive was confused.

There was confusion in his eyes.

I don't know what answer the people of my country want from him.

"Your mind is still a little unclear." Homelander shook his head and said.

then.

He pressed the button again.

Huey's image zoomed in.

It shows him shaking hands with the locomotive.

"What now?" asked the Homelander, looking at the locomotive.

A feeling of despair welled up in the locomotive's heart.

He knew he couldn't escape.

"Damn it!" The locomotive understood everything in an instant.

"I know this fellow!" said the engine.

His voice was a little hoarse.

As if under tremendous pressure.

"You did run over his girlfriend to death. So I hope you know him. Luo Bin or something like that." said Homelander.

"I remember now," said the engine, nodding.

His heart was filled with helplessness.

I feel like I was tricked by this ordinary person.

"I saw him outside the Claw woman's house. He was very aggressive," Locomotive recalled.

My heart was filled with fear.

Obviously.

The testimony of the locomotive.

This proves that it was Huey who really did these things.

"But he's just an ordinary man. How can he accomplish so many things by himself?" Maeve continued to ask.

Her eyes were full of confusion.

I think this is impossible.

"That's true. It's actually quite true. He's just an ordinary guy." Homelander looked at everyone.

Speak slowly.

His eyes were full of vigilance.

I feel that there must be other forces supporting this ordinary person.

"But hear me out. What if he has other helpers?" Homelander continued.

Then, Homelander pressed the remote control in his hand again.

Butcher, Frankie, MM, and Kimiko appeared on the screen. (End of this chapter)