Many, many years ago, when humans were still hunting in the African savannah, people realized a truth.

Whoever hits the prey, who eats.

It's impossible for someone else to hit a mammoth and you go up and grab the loot, which is not in accordance with the rules.

As a result, this very simple logic does not work in modern times.

In the hall of the Department of Homeland Security, Fang Yu was holding a cup of hot tea in a regular manner, waiting for the so-called Secretary of Security to reply to him.

In the hall, a bunch of people were hiding Fang Yu far away, and it seemed that it was not Fang Yu who came, but Freddy or Jason, who were like ghost movie villains, hiding from him and hiding from ghosts.

Ignoring the hostile crowd, Fang Yu put the tea back on the table.

One is too hot, and the other is afraid of poison.

"Where's my ship? Why hasn't there been an explanation for so long? Fang Yu got up impatiently, and everyone immediately took a big step back.

This is the problem of different brain circuits of people under Western and Eastern education, in Fang Yu's opinion, he is a hero who saved New York and the United States, but these people really look at him no different from watching ghosts.

Instead of being treated like a welcome hero, he resembles a terrorist who wreaks havoc.

This is the general logic of Westerners, when they see a superior who is different from ordinary people and can crush their own life and death at will, in most cases, they do not show respect and admiration, they will question, they will be frightened, and they will show some anti-intellectualism.

They are anti-authority, anti-high-ranking people, anti-everything above them.

This is a problem that American comic heroes have always faced, such as Superman or Hulk, but it is more obvious in Fang Yu, an antihero who can decide the life and death of ordinary people.

The same goes for mutants.

Fang Yu looked around and looked at the young white woman who had just served him tea, "Who is the biggest official here?" ”

"Me." A middle-aged woman with blonde hair answered first.

"Very good, can you answer me, when can you give me an answer? I'm too lazy to wait for you, it's too inefficient. ”

"Sir, we at the Department of Homeland Security do not have the authority to directly determine the ownership of the spaceship you need, so various departments are negotiating, but you can rest assured that the Department of Homeland Security will fully cooperate with your needs for security reasons."

When she said this, she almost expressed her fear that Fang Yu would turn into a demon.

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling man, Fang Yu frowned, sat back on the sofa again, and could only silently wait for the so-called several important departments to give an answer.

The surveillance footage of Fang Yu sitting in the lobby of the Homeland Security Agency was transmitted back to the screens of many high-ranking people, and a meeting against Fang Yu began.

"Can't give! If we compromise this time, will he give the position of the total barrel next time? He wants the nuclear bomb code, will you give it too? Like what words! He's even an illegal immigrant! Why should we listen to him?! ”

The white man slammed the table, not very satisfied with the crowd who had just finished expressing his opinion.

"Franci, things are not what you think, just like what he said, the spaceship was intercepted by him, and now he wants one, we should give him one."

A general with a military rank on his chest replied.

"I agree with Minister Franche that we can't always make concessions, he's an Asian, you know what I mean? Does Asian's idea matter that much? They make up only five or six percent of our country, where blacks and whites have the final say! ”

The old black who spoke had obviously been at war with the word race all his life, and he couldn't see any problems other than skin color in his eyes.

"Minister Fang, tell me your opinion?" The man at the center of the conference table looked at the old minister.

"I think...... We need to make a set of operational plans to prevent space, as for the spaceship...... I had to compromise for the time being. ”

"Richards, what do you mean?" The bucket looked at a projection again.

The person in the projection screen is very busy, even in a meeting, he does not stop his movements.

"Mr. Barrel, I'm just a scientist, and I don't understand politics with all due respect." Reed Richards declined to express an opinion.

"No, you're the smartest person in the world, and if you don't have an answer, we ordinary people don't have any."

"Okay...... Then I'll share my opinion. ”

"As you know, we have already been able to mass-produce such things as spaceships." Reed Richards pointed to his three companions behind him, "At the same time, the Earth has welcomed the four of us freaks. ”

"You're a freak, Mr. Fantastic!"

An ugly-looking stone man appeared in the projection, "I just don't look very pleasant, much more normal than your rubber-like arms and legs that can be lengthened and shortened." ”

Ben Graeme, the stone man, had just finished exercising and didn't give Mr. Fantastic any face.

"That's right, the freak is you, and I can just be invisible, not a freak, at most a mutant?" Susan Stone, the invisible woman, appears to be stealthy and eavesdropping.

The rest of the Thunderbolt is too lazy to care about what his sister's ex-boyfriend says, and he is busy with himself.

A few years ago, this group of people was irradiated by cosmic rays near a cosmic storm in outer space, returned to Earth and discovered their superpowers, becoming the Fantastic Four, and has been contributing to the protection of the earth.

In the first battle of New York, the foursome in outer space also sent a warning to the earth in advance, but the Zitarians were directly teleported to the earth through the cosmic Rubik's Cube, and it was too late for them to make a move.

After that, the Zetarian ship's analysis work will naturally not be without Mr. Fantastic, the smartest scientist on the planet, to study it well, and this time he will not be absent.

"Judging from the video footage in New York, even if the secrets of the Zetarian spaceship are studied, it is impossible to develop a weapon of great destruction like the giant Tom, so ...... Give it to him. After Mr. Fantastic finished his opinion, he directly cut off the projection.

"Vote, gentlemen." Vice President Barrel stretched out his hand and gestured, "Raise your hand in agreement to give in." Everyone also cooperated in expressing their opinions.

There were thirteen people at the table, and eight raised their hands.

Seeing that the chief barrel did not raise his hand, the deputy chief barrel was a little hesitant to raise his hand, "Mr. Chief Barrel, who are you?" ”

"I think....... Can't give! A strange green light appeared on the barrel, and everyone didn't notice it.

"But just now Mr. Fantastic said that there is no threat." The representative of the military licked his lips.

"Just because there's no threat doesn't mean you won't shake your position, especially me." The barrel stood up, "If he wants to give it, where is my place?" ”

"He wants, then he must give in!"

"Unless, unless, he hands over Tom the Behemoth for us to study...... Let's discuss! ”

In front of everyone, the general bucket left, leaving behind the high-level executives with a bewildered face.

"What's wrong with him? It feels weird today. ”

"Don't talk about it in private!"

"It's really weird......"