"So that bitch gave herself to The Deep on her first day at the company... How could she have the nerve to slander me when I was a child? I slept with those old men to get into the finals."
"What do you think if I make The Deep bravely stand up and 'admit' his mistake, saying he couldn't resist the temptation and accepted 'sexual bribery' from the new bitch teammate, promising to introduce her to resources?"
Firecracker trembled with excitement at the thought of this eye-for-an-eye revenge.
"If you like it, go ahead."
Russell said indifferently.
Such a small matter wasn't worth his attention.
Firecracker was worried that once this matter was 'exposed', Superheroes under Vought would have accidents one after another, and Vought's management of star employees would face some criticism. She didn't expect Russell to agree immediately.
"Darling, You are so good to me."
She pecked Russell on the cheek, her eyes watery as she looked at him, full of fiery passion, wishing she could melt into Russell's body.
Russell gave a look, and Homelander lowered his head and withdrew.
Homelander's downfall did cause some public opinion turmoil for Vought, but it wasn't significant. After all, to the outside world, Homelander was just an employee signed by Vought.
Does a company have the responsibility to discipline and educate its employees?
The Deep's 'self-exposure' was also based on the same principle. Moreover, Vought was never an entertainment company, but a pharmaceutical company.
Russell only valued this point.
The office temperature rose, a moment of vibrant sensuality.
Suddenly, a notification.
Ding!
[X-Men Universe connected]
...
Invincible's World.
After returning and taking a shower, Russell lay on the bed and sorted out his gains from this trip.
He had taken care of Homelander and, through this battle, had also harvested over 10,000 Conquest Points.
"The Boys' World can temporarily come to an end for now. There seems to be nothing I need to worry about there.
Just go and check occasionally from time to time."
As for the 'Infinitoid's' career over there, which was a Superhero in name but an entertainment star in reality, he had reached the peak upon debut and had already laid a solid foundation.
Next, he only needed to release a few movies and TV series each year to maintain exposure and solidify his popularity, which would provide a continuous source of Conquest Points.
However, he didn't need to worry about these things either.
"With technology so advanced now, who says actors must be present in person to act?"
[X-Men Universe, The Boys Universe connected, other Universes are being searched...]
"A new World, the X-Men Universe?"
Opening the panel, Russell narrowed his eyes.
He immediately thought of the famous Omega-level Mutants in the Mutants, who were said to have infinite potential.
Storm, who controlled thunder and lightning like a god; Iceman, who could create ice and send the Earth back to the ice age; Magneto, who could manipulate magnetism and destroy modern civilization; even Vulcan, who could control all forms of energy, and Proteus, who could freely alter reality...
Each of those Omega-level Mutants, even the weakest of them, had the power to wipe the surface of the Earth when using their full abilities!
Russell felt like a hunter parting the grass to see countless rare prey in the forest, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
"I wonder what the timeline is over there?
Have the new generation of Mutants like Hope, Elixir, and Kid Omega already taken the stage? Or are the old generation of Mutants like Magneto and Professor still in their prime?"
But everything can wait for now.
"Russell, dinner's ready."
"Coming, Aunt."
Because it was time for dinner, Aunt called him down from upstairs. Russell walked down with his hands in his pockets, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
At the dinner table, Mark was frowning, as if he was hesitant about something. Aunt's expression was subtly worried and a little absent-minded, poking at the sandwich on her plate with a knife and fork.
"What's wrong today? Did You all encounter troublesome things?
Are only Russell and I still in a good mood?"
The atmosphere at home was somber. Omni-Man folded his arms, frowned at his wife, and asked probing questions.
In the past few days, with his sensitive senses, he had actually noticed his wife secretly looking at him with complex eyes from time to time.
His answer about the day the Global Guardians died seemed too hasty last time.
It was just that Ciscel had touched on something he didn't want to recall, which made Omni-Man very annoyed. He subtly regretted it, but thinking about it, this matter couldn't be hidden forever.
Omni-Man's wife, whom he most hoped would say something, remained silent.
Russell naturally knew what Aunt Debbie was worried about. The suit had been sent for testing, and her heart was naturally hanging in the balance, afraid that the result would be as she had imagined.
Debbie didn't say a word and was almost not in the mood to eat.
"A super-human robber named Titan, whom I defeated before, asked me for help today and showed me another World. I've been busy dealing with those super-humans who pop up to commit crimes and attract attention, but I've overlooked some deeper, more fundamental evils."
It was Mark who confided the first problem he encountered today to his father and Russell.
"In the Chicago slums, crime is rampant. The gang boss Machine Head controls everything, transporting drugs throughout the city using garbage trucks, and bribing the Police to clear the way for his criminal empire.
His underlings are almost all ordinary people, but the harm they cause is deeper than that of ten or a hundred super-criminals who rob banks.
That criminal Titan had to work for him because he owed Machine Head high-interest loans and his family was threatened."
Titan?
Russell remembered this character, mainly because he remembered the 'hired thug' his boss Machine Head was about to invite. Mark would face his first life-or-death crisis, one of the few in his Superhero career.
"Father, Mother, Cousin, do You think I should believe that person and help him get rid of his boss, Machine Head?"
Mark's sincere gaze swept across the three family members at the dinner table, seeking advice.
"I'm sure I can do it. That Machine Head just has a machine head and no abilities. I just need to watch out for his assistant named... I think it's 'Isotope'. Besides that person's teleportation ability, I can easily deal with them."
Easily deal with them?
Russell's expression was strange; he didn't have the same confidence as Mark.
Mark didn't know what he was about to face.
"But that's true. He's just a gang boss controlling the Chicago underworld. In the eyes of ordinary people, he might be powerful, but in front of incredibly powerful super-humans, he's nothing."
But this time was different, just as it was absurd for Kingpin to hire a 'hired thug' with a purple potato head and a whale jaw to prevent Spider-Man from attacking.
But no matter how absurd, it happened.
'Mad War Beast, ranked among the top two in the entire Universe in terms of strength, came to Earth to find someone he could fight against and enjoy the pleasure of combat, and was coincidentally found by Machine Head by accident, who said he could help him find an opponent...'
"I think You should be cautious, Mark," Russell said. "That person might be lying to You, using your power to get rid of his boss and take his place."
"But... but I don't think so.
He took me to see his family living in the slums. The family had good feelings, and his daughter seemed to have some illness, which was also the reason he borrowed money and got caught in the gang vortex."
While recalling what he had seen, Mark frowned.