Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 86 Life is a comedy

Superhero Project.

This is something Geno has been thinking about since he obtained Compound No. [-].

There will only be more and more enemies in the future, and they will become more powerful, and Geno plans to increase his power and attract more superheroes to join his ranks.

Ordinary people naturally have a yearning for superheroes, and if done properly, superheroes can also debut as idols.

At that time, these superheroes will be divided into "CBAS" levels, and each time they advance to a level, they will be given generous rewards and rewards, as well as the attention of ordinary people, firmly binding them to themselves.

For example, C-level heroes are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and in terms of benefits, they only have a code name and a meager salary.

B-level heroes must have strong strength and speed, and in terms of benefits, they will receive a fixed salary and tasks assigned by the company.

A-level heroes are at least strong enough to withstand Geno's punch. In terms of benefits, they will be eligible to star in TV series and movies, their salary will be higher than that of B-level heroes, and they will be able to get their own exclusive uniforms.

S-class heroes are usually able to stand alone and have strong strength or certain talents. In terms of benefits, they will receive vibranium suits made by the company and high wages, as well as the opening of personal independent movies to continuously attract fans. and attention.

Moreover, Geno plans to form the Super Seven, and only capable superheroes are worthy of joining it.

Whether they are mutants or superheroes transformed by serum, they can join the superhero company created by Geno and become superhero stars, which will naturally attract countless superhumans to join.

To put it simply, Geno plans to follow the example of Walt's company next door and add hero levels to firmly bind superheroes.

Coupled with the public support and fanatical fans brought by superhero stars, they can become a huge force that affects the world situation.

This is a big game, and getting the first step right is crucial.

Geno now has fans all over the United States and even the world, but the vast majority of his fan base is female.

This is far from enough for Geno, so he wants Peggy and Natasha to also be injected with hope serum and become superheroes, ruthlessly harvesting the wallets and eyeballs of the otakus, and making them loyal fans of Wilson Company.

Geno explained roughly to Natasha. The smart woman quickly understood Geno's huge plan. The woman couldn't help but admired: "This plan is great."

Peggy on the side also nodded repeatedly after hearing this, but she was obviously thinking more and hesitated: "However, Congress and the Pentagon, those high-level officials and politicians may not agree to the "legalization" bill for superheroes."

Peggy's worry is not unreasonable. It is very clear to the top politicians of Eagle Sauce that Geno is pissy.

The idea of ​​those guys is usually "If it disgusts you, it won't make you comfortable."

Geno nodded slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and sneered:

"Peggy is right, so now we need to wait for an opportunity."

"An opportunity to legitimize superheroes."

While thinking about it, Geno also frowned in some distress.

"It's not easy to find this opportunity."

"Or find a way to find some super-powered criminals to promote this plan?"

At the same time as Geno was thinking.

A busy street in Washington at night.

This street has some famous high-end restaurants, and gentlemen dressed in suits and leather shoes go in and out with their female companions.

Across from the restaurant is a branch of Washington Mutual Bank.

This bank was first established in 1889 and is an old bank. Because of its credit protection, many people choose to send their savings to this bank.

As night falls, it's time for the bank to close.

Two pot-bellied security guards pulled down the anti-theft iron door expressionlessly. After locking it six times, they handed the keys to their colleagues who were changing shifts and invited them to find a bar for a drink.After the two left, a sturdy figure slowly walked out of the dark alley. The streetlight flickered on his face. The man expressionlessly took out a black hood from his pocket and put it on his head. He pulled it to cover his cheeks, revealing only a pair of green eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the man slowly walked towards the side door of the bank.

Standing under the window, the man looked at the huge anti-theft iron window. He stretched out his hand and pulled hard. The iron window, which could withstand the pull of three strong men, let out a sour whine and was easily torn off by the man.

The man hunched over and jumped into the bank hall with a slight leap.

This guy seemed to be familiar with this bank. He walked around the lobby and arrived at the safe where the US dollars were stored.

Faced with a safe made of ferritic stainless steel, the man did not choose to smash it open with his fists.

The door of this huge safe is hundreds of meters thick and cannot be broken open with brute force alone.

The man took the safe key out of his pocket.

After several days of squatting, the man had already figured out the operating rules of this bank and the identity of the safe holder.

Therefore, before arriving, the man snatched the safe key from the owner.

Put the key into the lock cylinder and twist it gently.

"Crack."

The huge safe opened in response. The man pushed the safe open, looked at the neatly arranged knives inside, and silently opened the nylon bag.

After all three nylon bags were filled, the man quietly slipped out of the vault and turned away through the broken window.

"Hoohoo."

At the moment of escaping, the man's heartbeat quickened and he kept running wildly. After hurriedly coming to the prepared car and throwing all the nylon bags in, the man stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into the night.

The old car was driving on the road. After turning six or seven streets, it stopped steadily in front of a motel in the suburbs.

Sitting in the car, the roar of the car engine could be heard in his ears. The man silently pulled out the keys and took off his hood.

The corner of his eye fell on the nylon bag in the rearview mirror. A retired soldier named George rubbed his cheek in disbelief.

"I, did I succeed?"

His heart was beating violently and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The man suppressed his excitement, picked up a stack of nylon bags, pushed open the hotel room door, and shouted into the room: "Ted! Good news, we have money!"

However, there was silence in the house.

There was a faint smell of blood and feces and urine in the air.

George seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed towards the house.

Pushing open the old wooden door, a figure fell into a pool of blood.

There was an obvious knife mark on the wrist, proving that the other party cut his wrist with a knife and committed suicide before his death.

George couldn't believe what he was seeing, and the huge gap made him laugh maniacally.

"Ted! Why did you want to commit suicide? It was only a little bit close! I got the money!"

He rushed towards his best friend like crazy, shaking the cold dead body, as if he wanted to get the answer from this body.

The night was getting dark, and the only response to the man was the chirping of cicadas outside the window.

(End of this chapter)