The motherland person took out a few pieces of paper with waning interest, dealt with them randomly, and then embedded them in the bed, not wanting to move at all.
After a long time, the people of the motherland finally regained their energy. They picked up the mobile phones put aside and read those words again.
Too arrogant! Too domineering!
The people of the motherland also know that this is very sick, but when they come to their senses...
never mind.
Don't think about this anymore.
After getting out of bed and washing up, the motherland picked out a new uniform from the row of uniforms in the closet and put it on with great difficulty. Then she looked in the mirror and fixed her hair with hairspray, revealing her usual clothes.
A faint smile on the face.
Um.
Today's expression management is also quite perfect.
Flying to the headquarters of Vought Corporation, the people of the motherland looked down.
Good guy, it’s so crowded!
Needless to say, these people must have come to protest because of Jon Joestar's "inappropriate remarks."
Look carefully.
But what I saw written on those placards was something like:
"Jon Joestar, you despicable person!"
"Butcher! Murderer! Murderer!"
"You don't deserve to be a hero!"
"Get out of the Seven!"
Of course, there are some more classic ones:
"Criminals' lives matter!"
"No one has the right to judge except the law!"
"Another male hero? This is sexist!"
"Black people need more of a voice."
“Support gender equality! Support vegetarianism!”
The mood of the people of the motherland is a bit complicated.
On the one hand, he does not get along with Jon; on the other hand, he does 'appreciate' what Jon said on Twitter.
"It has nothing to do with me anyway..."
With this in mind, when no one raised their heads, the people from the motherland flew into the headquarters of Vought Company.
The headquarters was already extremely busy, and everyone in the public relations department had solemn expressions.
The people of the motherland were like irrelevant people, walking into the common room of the Super Seven with their hands behind their backs.
As soon as you enter the door.
He heard Xingguang complaining.
"How could they say that?"
"We are doing good things! You are doing good things!"
"Those people really went too far."
On the opposite side, Jon was very calm, "The lightning didn't hit him or his family, so of course they wouldn't know the pain."
At this time, Shenhai interjected: "Anyway, brother, you are in big trouble this time."
Judging from his tone, he seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.
Jon's expression moved slightly, his eyes fixed on the deep sea, "You look...happy?"
Upon hearing this, Deep Sea's expression suddenly froze.
Fortunately, he discovered that the people from his motherland were at the door in time, coughed slightly, took the initiative to say hello, and deliberately changed the topic.
"Hey, folks, the weather is really nice today, isn't it?"
The people from the motherland nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it's a good day."
There is obviously something in this answer.
But Jon ignored this.
He crossed his legs carelessly and said with a smile: "My motherland, I see your complexion is sallow and your posture is frivolous...Why, you flushed again this morning?"
'rush'?
The people of the motherland don’t know why.
But in connection with the meaning of the word, it should mean something like ‘battle’.
So, he nodded and said: "Go ahead."
Jon was slightly startled.
Then he stopped laughing.
Don’t ask, just ask because ‘Chinese culture is broad and profound’.
While talking, Queen Maeve, Locomotive and Black also arrived.
Behind the three of them were Vice President Madeleine and Assistant Sister Ai.
"JOJO, I think we have to talk." Madeleine said solemnly.
Jon does everything he can.
Starlight wanted to say something, but was stopped by Jon's eyes.
The hearts of the people of the motherland moved slightly.
It seems that the relationship between Starlight and Jon is much closer than he thought...
Not to mention the suspicious and honest Azu, Jon, who followed Madeleine to the conference room, sat opposite the mature vice president. He spread his hands and said, "Let me tell you first, I won't apologize, and I didn't do anything.
What's wrong?"
He stared into Madeline's eyes, "What do you think?"
Madeleine:......
All manuscripts prepared previously are invalid.
She pinched her eyebrows and said, "No matter what, we will eventually have to face this crisis of public opinion together."
"That's not necessary." Jon shook his head, "If it doesn't work, you can just fire me."
Fired?
If it were before, Mr. Edgar might still do this, but after this incident, even if Walter Company had its teeth broken, it could only hold back the tears and swallow them in the stomach.
Madeleine forced a smile and said: "In the company, we are all family members, how could we be willing to fire you."
Jon smiled, "I'm so touched——"
The conversation changed.
"As you said, this is a public opinion crisis that we will eventually face. To be honest, I have already thought about how to explain it. If you believe me, just let me handle this matter myself. Don't worry, I won't
It will embarrass the company."
After listening, Madeleine fell into silence.
She didn't trust Jon ten thousand times in her heart.
However, Jon was not asking for the other party's permission. He snapped his fingers and disappeared into the conference room.
Madeleine was stunned at first.
Then, a bad premonition came into my heart.
At the same time, at the entrance of the Watt Company building.
A figure suddenly appeared.
...
...
An abandoned factory building.
‘Butcher’ Butcher was drinking beer and staring at the TV with drunken eyes.
Seeing the figure suddenly appearing in the camera, he blinked and said to the back room: "Oi, come and see, the bastard who cursed people on Twitter has appeared."
Following a rustling sound, two or three people ran out of the back room:
One is thin in stature and ordinary in appearance.
One is tall and burly, with a face full of flesh.
The rest are of medium build, with shrewd eyes.
It's Huey, MM and Frankie.
"WTF, he really dares to show up in public!"
"I like this guy. Unlike those heroes who put on airs, he is very real."
"Haha, I just feel that he is an extremely ruthless character. He killed dozens of people at will, without even blinking an eye."
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"He dares to commit murder today. Who can guarantee that one day he will not reach out to innocent civilians?"
"What's wrong with you? I don't need to say more about the bad things you did in the past."
"Ahem, Xiu Yi, don't listen to him. I have always been a law-abiding citizen."
The three accomplices were chattering in their ears. Butcher knocked on the beer bottle and said, "Keep your fucking voice down. I'm asking you to watch TV, and I'm not here to listen to you blabbing."
As he said that, he looked at the overly handsome face on the TV screen, sniffed slightly, and muttered in a voice that could only be heard by himself, "Superhumans and stuff like that are really damned."
...
...
The scene was buzzing with people.
Almost every protester present was shouting curses.
Jon's expression remained unchanged, and he even made a 'listening' gesture.
Now it's better, those protesters cursed even more vigorously.
"What qualifications do you have to judge others on behalf of the law?"
"The murderer, you are the murderer!"
"Go to hell, Jon Joestar, go to hell!"
"fk you John!"
"Suck my dick!"
All kinds of obscene words flooded Jon like waves.
Jon's response was very simple.
He just stamped his foot lightly.
Boom!
The earth cracked.
The curses stopped abruptly.
"Who gave you the courage to provoke me?" Jon floated up and stared down at the protesters.
With his words, dark clouds gathered and the whole city fell into darkness.
Above the sky, golden arcs of electricity appeared in Jon's eyes.
"Now, kneel down."
Although the tone of voice is not high, it seems to contain irresistible magic power.
First there was one, then tens of hundreds. Soon, they were all kneeling in dense numbers, and no one dared to raise their head and look directly at the figure in the sky.
Jon said lightly: "I have always been a good-tempered person, but that does not mean that I have no bottom line. This time is just a small warning. If there is another time, I don't care who you are, I will kill each one.
"
After a pause, he added: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try.
Whether it is the law, machine guns, or aircraft missiles, I am the only one who can sanction others, and no one can sanction me."
With Yuluo, he released the mind control of those protesters.
Protesters, look at me and I look at you. For a moment, no one dared to act rashly.
Jon was extremely satisfied.
But at this moment, a fat black woman stood up and cursed, "I don't know what you did to me, but I'm going to fucking tell you. I'm not afraid of you!"
She cursed and raised her middle finger, "Go to hell!"
Boom!
Lightning breaks through the sky.
The black aunt who was lively and full of energy one second turned into a pile of coke the next second.
The wind blew and the whole place was silent.
It seemed that no one expected that Jon would actually dare to take action.
he......
How dare he?!
There are always some people who feel that no one dares to touch them just because they have so many buffs.
Jon just didn't believe in this evil.
To be fair, he has made it clear.
However, this still cannot stop some people from seeking death.
Obviously, the death of the black aunt did not completely scare those protesters.
Several thorns jumped out.
"You, the murderer!"
"Killed!"
"Do you know what you did?"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
Jon had nothing to say and just killed him with thunder.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The protest scene turned into a living Shura field.
Killing someone is a murderer.
Killing ten people is a serial killer.
Killing a hundred people is a cold-blooded executioner.
Can kill everyone.
Then he is the God walking on earth!
Jon glanced at the protesters.
After repeated bombings and precise killings, no one dared to look at him anymore.
In the Watt Company building, Edgar, who was watching the scene via live broadcast, took off his glasses tremblingly.
It's over.
Now it's all over.
In the Super Hero Lounge, all the heroes, including the people of the motherland, were stunned. What happened on the screen had completely surpassed their cognition.
But no one found it,
"He, why? This is obviously a good thing, why did it become like this!"
Xingguang couldn't accept it and held his head in pain.
The little girl is still very simple at heart.
She already thought about Jon's fate - abandoned by the company, arrested by the government, and then publicly executed.
Queen Maeve also sighed.
Not far away, Black said nothing.
Deep Sea and Locomotive looked at each other, both seeing deep fear in the other's eyes.
Be obedient.
If he had known that Jon Joestar was so cruel, he wouldn't have tried to flirt with them even if he beat them to death.
...
...
Things got really big.
Such a vicious plot not only caused an uproar in the United States, but also generated a certain amount of discussion around the world.
However, Jon didn't care at all.
For him, if he can't do whatever he wants, what's the difference between becoming a god and being a human?
As expected, the U.S. government issued an arrest warrant for him.
Jon refused to hide or run away, so he waited at the door of the Walter Company building.
Like the previous protesters, he first warned the police who wanted to attack him.
Knowing what kind of power Jon, a superhuman, hid, those policemen did not rush over to die.
This saved Jon a lot of effort.
So the government began to put pressure on Vought to arrest Jon as a superhuman.
Edgar was so worried that his head almost exploded.
He had a pretty good idea, using the Seven Superheroes from their motherland to restrain Jon.
The result was good. Less than three days later, Jon Joestar was openly massacred in front of the company.
To say that those protesters had nothing to do, it was not good to offend anyone but this evil star!
Edgar felt a lot of pressure.
At this moment, Madeleine rushed into the office without even having time to knock on the door.
"President, it's bad, Jon Joestar destroyed an entire naval fleet! He sank three aircraft carriers!"
Edgar:......?!
Please allow me to slowly type a question mark.
No, isn't Jon Joestar's evil star always at the door of the Watt Company building? How could it be!
Madeleine didn't explain, and directly showed Edgar the video on her phone.
In the video, a black-haired young man who looked exactly like Jon Joestar first used an unknown ability to forcibly transfer the moving navy, and then with a snap of his fingers, a terrifying monster that was difficult to describe in words emerged.
They emerged from the bottom of the sea, and with one breath, the three aircraft carriers in service sank into the sea with a steely cry...
Edgar was stunned for four or five minutes.
Suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved smile, "Oh, that's great."
Madeleine was dumbfounded.
President, this is...
Crazy?
Seemingly seeing what Madeleine was thinking, Edgar smiled and explained: "The development of the situation has far exceeded the scope of our company's control. Now Jon Joestar is the All-American... No.
, should be a common concern for the whole world."
No more pretending.
I show my cards.
I don't have the ability to control Jon, this unstable factor.
So.
Let’s let more capable people, such as the U.S. government and the United Nations, find a way.
Open up!
Edgar raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He has already thought about it.
If you want accountability.
At that time, just 'red bean paste private Marseille' and that's it.