Chapter 531 Boss, Give Me a Chance
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"The fifth one," Ashley continued reading. "Our extraterrestrial friend from Earth, the original strongest Avengers, the God of Thunder from Asgard, Thor Odinson!"
Thor heard his name, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and grinned.
He raised the stormbreaker in his hand and looked triumphantly at Steve and Tony. "See that? The strongest Avengers! This is officially certified!"
After introducing the first five, Ashley paused deliberately to build suspense for the audience.
"The sixth one! The Blue Rose you have all been waiting for! The perfect fusion of coldness and sexiness, the famous Ms. V!"
Nebula walked out with a cat-walk stride. During her time working at Vought International, she had already accumulated quite a few fans thanks to her unique, cool style.
But at this moment, her appearance had undergone an Earth-shattering change.
Ever since Homelander intervened in her life and personally served as her "mentor and fashion consultant."
Vought International’s cybernetic technology and medical aesthetics team had spared no expense on Nebula.
Those once-exposed mechanical connection marks had been completely erased.
Now, Nebula’s blue skin was smooth and delicate, her facial features sharp and cold.
A head of shimmering blonde hair, combined with the sexy curves outlined by her tight combat suit, made the blood of countless viewers with amplified curiosity surge.
This caused her vote count to soar, directly completing a comeback.
"Good god," Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Did Vought International’s styling department throw her into a polisher and buff her all over again?"
Subsequently, Ashley announced the final person.
"She does not participate in secular voting, but she possesses absolute qualifications! Because she is the teacher of our God of Mankind! The Sorcerer Supreme... Ancient One!"
A gorgeous golden spark Portal drew a circle on the stage.
Ancient One wore a simple robe, hands behind her back, and walked calmly out of the Portal.
She had a smile on her face, her aura restrained, cooperating with Vought International’s publicity.
Facing this fresh face, the netizens also gave positive evaluations.
"What?! Homelander’s teacher?! He is already this strong, what kind of monster must his teacher be?!"
"It’s in the bag! This is a sure win! Even Homelander’s master has come out of seclusion, how are the aliens going to fight?!"
From this point on, the seven contestants representing Earth were all in place.
Homelander smiled and walked side-by-side with the six others to the center of the stage, accepting the cheers of the whole World.
"This interstellar expedition is exclusively sponsored by Vought International!" Ashley made the final summary for this press conference.
"Drink vought functional drink and cheer for the warriors of Earth!"
The press conference came to an end amidst thunderous applause.
Jessica Jones stared intently at the list on the big screen from below the stage.
But her heart was not calm; her vote count had consistently ranked in the top five, yet her name was not on the final list.
She knew that this was definitely Homelander removing her spot from behind the scenes.
But Jessica, seasoned by the workplace, did not explode on the spot.
She maintained an impeccable smile and clapped for the camera.
Everyone exited, and she strode towards Homelander’s office.
"Why is my name not on the list, Anthony?" Jessica asked directly. "My vote count was in the top five. You removed me. Why?"
"Jessica, do you think this expedition is a game?" Homelander shook his head and asked in return.
"I never thought of it that way." Jessica explained angrily. "I can fight, and my strength is not inferior to anyone’s. I should be by your side."
"I know you can fight, I know your strength better than anyone." Homelander walked up and gently stroked Jessica’s cheek.
"But look at the people I am taking away... Steve, Tony, Thor, the most powerful combat forces on Earth, I have almost emptied them out."
"Have you thought about it, Jessica? What will Earth become after we leave?"
Jessica clearly thought of something, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Once we leave, Earth’s defenses will be nonexistent. Do you think Thanos is our only enemy?"
"Earth will become a piece of fatty meat." Homelander continued, "Those evil forces hidden in the shadows might very well take this opportunity to harm the World."
"Who will stop them then? Who has the ability to lead the remaining heroes?"
"How many doomsday crises have we experienced over the years? You know very well how dangerous Earth is."
"You know, on this Planet, the only person I completely trust is you... Jessica Jones."
Jessica fell silent. This was not the first time Homelander had used this reason on her, but she could not say anything to resist.
Because she didn’t know when it started, she had long stopped considering herself a street hero from the past.
The moment she fell in love with Homelander, she also shouldered the responsibility of defending the World.
She wrapped her arms around Homelander’s neck and kissed him hard.
"You bastard." Jessica buried her head in Homelander’s chest. "You always know how to convince me."
Notification! Gained special popularity value + 10000! (From Jessica Jones)
Only ten thousand? Jessica, you don’t love me anymore...
Hearing the notification, Homelander shook his head and sighed inwardly.
...
Having pacified Jessica, Homelander prepared to leave the office and go to Nebula to make up for the missing true love.
"Bang!"
The office door was pushed open again.
Peter Quill strode in, full of rage.
"Listen! Homelander! This is absolutely unfair!"
Quill waved his hands and shouted loudly.
"You deceived me! We had an agreement! I joined this damn Vought International of yours, I worked myself to death campaigning online, and yet my name isn’t even on the list!"
"I want to participate in the gladiator match! I want to save Gamora!"
Homelander sat on the sofa chair, motionless.
He didn’t get angry, nor did he have any extra expression.
He just stared quietly at Quill with those calm, ripple-less eyes.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Quill’s originally arrogant aura, under this silent gaze, quickly deflated like a punctured ball.
He stopped the clamor, his hand movements stopped in mid-air, and then he slowly put them down.
"Er... Boss. What I meant was... did the system have some bug with this list?"
Quill’s voice grew smaller and smaller.
He didn’t know why, as Star-Lord, he actually felt a fear of being suppressed by bloodline when seeing Homelander.
"I... I originally thought I would be selected. Gamora needs me." He stammered, like a student who had made a mistake. "Boss, give me a chance."
"A chance?" Homelander sneered. "The first day you joined Vought International, I already gave you a chance."