The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Watt Company, like a black tower, stands in the bustling city of New York.

At the window sill on the top floor, a middle-aged man with a calm temperament and elegant manner turned back and looked at the man at the door.

"The cloak and trench coat... all you need is a pointed hat, and your look will completely match the look of a magician..."

The middle-aged man looked behind him with a calm tone with a hint of ridicule.

"As expected of Walter, Mr. Stan Edgar, you are more calm and elegant than I expected."

Klein took off his cloak and said.

"I'm very interested in the information you provided me... I didn't know that this guy from the motherland was so... free to do whatever he wanted..." Edgar poured a glass of wine and handed it to Klein.

"I still have a video of him shooting into the sky. I squatted for several days and finally captured it. On the top floor of the Capitol, the guy came so high."

Klein took the cup without being polite.

"By the way, you killed Black, Locomotive, Transparent Man, and that erotic star... Claw Girl, that's what she seemed to be called."

"Are you starting to ask me to accuse you?" Klein asked.

"No!" Edgar waved his hand and said, "I want to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Hmm, this guy from Locomotive has stolen a lot of No. [-] compound. This matter has been noticed by the Ministry of Defense. I have been blackmailed by many congressmen recently. You know, most of these congressmen don't care. People's livelihood, they only care about whether they can catch my pigtails and use the opportunity to extort money."

'Uncle Fried Chicken' Edgar was sitting on the sofa, looking a little relaxed.

"You're welcome. I'm also happy to kill people from my motherland."

"I suggest you keep your voice down. Although he is not here today and my room is equipped with special sound insulation materials, I cannot guarantee whether that pervert will install a bug."

Edgar stared at Klein as if admiring a work of art.

"I see a true aristocratic temperament in you, and... your ability was not recorded by Walter. Your super power... I'm sorry... I should call this ability... magic?"

Edgar seemed interested in Crane's abilities.

"I can teach you if you want to learn."

Klein looked indifferent.

"I appreciate you. I see Walter's future direction from you. The world should not be limited to modern things like superheroes. We can also package some 'Merlin' magicians? Create another legend of the Sword in the Stone?"

"Then God gives the king power? Take the opportunity to overthrow the government? Unify the world?" Klein interrupted Edgar.

The latter was not angry, but stared at Klein with an extremely appreciative look.

"You... are... very smart!" Edgar nodded: "I just like to communicate with smart people. Most of the superheroes here are giant babies. Every day our public relations department handles hundreds of cases. Gunpoint cases, thousands of assaults..."

"I think your existence can help us break away from our original thinking inertia. Why not create a superhero universe with magic and gods? Then create some so-called villains to make money from various countries?"

The more Edgar thought about it, the more excited he became.

He doesn't care how many of Walt's superheroes die, nor how many innocent people the superhero kills.

He only cares about whether there is any profit in this matter.

"I expressed my demands before coming here. I must take the lives of the people of the motherland."

Edgar pursed his lips and said, "Even nuclear weapons can't kill him. How do you want to kill him?"

"Since we are all smart people, don't pretend to be stupid. I don't believe you will let such a pervert in your hands. You should know that if the people of the motherland turn black and go crazy, the entire United States will be destroyed in less than a week!"

"What if I say I don't have the physical means to deal with him?"

"You rely solely on his vanity and loneliness to control him? I don't believe it."

Klein stared at Uncle Fried Chicken and observed his eyes.

The old fox in front of him didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

Those eyes were like a deep pool, dark and deep, hiding countless secrets without revealing them.

"The power of Machiavellian tactics is far more terrifying than you think. Force is a weapon in the hand, while Machiavellian tactics can control thoughts and implant thoughts. No matter how powerful the weapon is, it cannot be used."

"This is a sneaky concept. The people of the motherland are not weapons of death, and power cannot 100% control people!"

Klein stared at Uncle Fried Chicken and said word by word: "You must have a weapon that can kill the people of the motherland. This weapon may be a weapon equipped with special bullets, or some kind of radiation ray that suppresses No. [-] compound. Or maybe it’s someone!”

"A good guess, well founded."

"I even suspect that you have undergone a comprehensive transformation in private. You are a weapon to kill the people of the motherland!"

"Hahaha, you have an unbridled imagination. You are suitable to come to Walter to be a planning editor and help them make up some background stories."

Edgar stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Look at this agreement. These disobedient superheroes give me a headache. I need magicians like you to join Walter. Of course, our researchers will also conduct some appropriate tests on you. As long as you cooperate, every year I A basic fee of 70 million US dollars will be provided, and you can get [-]% of any other income!”

Klein remained calm on the surface.

But he was very shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect Uncle Fried Chicken to agree to meet so actively.

This guy is too calm, as if it's not Klein but Uncle Fried Chicken who has the superpower.

In such a confident state, it is not ruled out that Uncle Fried Chicken will use the 'empty city strategy' again, but the risk of the empty city strategy is too high, and even Klein does not dare to take this risk easily.

Regarding killing the people of the motherland, Uncle Fried Chicken did not agree, because the people of the motherland can still create huge value for the company.

But he also said that there is no weapon that can kill the people of the motherland.

Klein had no clues in front of him. He wanted to use force, but he saw Uncle Fried Chicken's calm look.

Comrade Xiao Ke still held back his desire to take action for the time being.

"I'll think about it...."

"Okay! I'm in Watt from Monday to Saturday. You're welcome to come see me at any time!"

Klein walked out of the office building with anxiety.

Not a moment after he left, a female superhero walked out of the cubicle.

Wearing a black and purple tight-fitting uniform, short short hair, and a high head, she exudes the arrogance in her bones with every move she makes. This person is none other than "Storm", the fragile Aryan superman during World War II.

"He didn't take action? It's really a pity."

"What a pity?"

"I haven't done anything for a long time. It's rare for you to use me. Are you asking me to stand guard as your bodyguard?"

Edgar looked thoughtful, and then said: "His words have inspired me a bit. He sent me a lot of dirty videos of people from the motherland last night. That guy... is a little uncontrollable."

"Oh? But I still have a good impression of the people of my motherland."

"I will arrange for you to appear in public tomorrow, what do you think?"

"I think it's great! I'm so bored and I can finally show up in public!"

Storm was excited.

But Edgar looked gloomy.

Storm is a racist, and a perfect man (physically and ability-wise) like a native of the country is the perfect man in her mind.

It is obviously unrealistic to use the storm to balance the people of the motherland... maybe they will get involved together.