202. Chapter 202: Who Do You Think You Are? Just a Yellow-Skinned Kid Who Got Lucky and Became a Vice President
Boom! Boom!! A grand fireworks display lit up the night sky of New York City, dazzling and brilliant! At the same time, a black sedan drove out of Vought Tower's underground parking garage. The driver was Vought's Vice President Assistant, Ashley Barrett. For tonight's event, she had even specially ordered a custom-made golden wig at a high price. It looked very natural and wouldn't easily fall off unless pulled hard.
"Ashley, turn left when you reach the intersection ahead. I want to go home and grab something," Queen Maeve, sitting in the Co-pilot seat, instructed.
"How long will it take? Our time might be a bit tight."
Ashley glanced at Ryan in the back seat through the rearview mirror. They were currently following Vought's motorcade. If they turned left, they would leave the motorcade. Although The Seven's appearance was scheduled for the latter half of the event, they needed to arrive at the venue twenty minutes early for some preliminary preparations.
"About ten minutes," Maeve said.
"Okay, I'll speed up a bit then." Ashley stepped on the accelerator and immediately pulled away from the motorcade.
While driving, a black van quietly appeared. Ashley didn't pay attention to it. Just as she was about to turn into a side road, the black van behind suddenly accelerated. Bang! Pushed by immense force, Ashley slammed into the steering wheel and was then enveloped by the deployed airbag. Almost instantly, she was knocked unconscious.
Facing the sudden traffic accident.
Queen Maeve subconsciously looked towards the back seat. After seeing that Ryan was not injured, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately after, several people got out of the van and came to the sedan to check the situation. They were all wearing black hoods similar to those of bandits, with only their eyes visible. After confirming that the vehicle in front of them was the target of this operation, one of the bandits, without hesitation, swung the window breaker he held and smashed the rear window.
The others threw several gas canisters inside. The canisters contained high-concentration Halothane. This stuff could cause people to become unconscious in a short time. Supes were no exception. Unless they held their breath immediately, they would still be affected. Queen Maeve was no exception.
Besides, Queen Maeve hadn't even thought about holding her breath.
"Let's go!" Frenchie leaned his upper body into the car window, then grabbed Ryan's arms and pulled him out of the car.
"Get in the van!"
Their operation was precise and swift. Even the pedestrians on the roadside didn't react in time. It wasn't until the van disappeared from the crime scene that they remembered to call the police.
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"Welcome everyone to the grand venue of tonight's Supe Selection Competition! Please give a warm round of applause for the forty-eight fighters participating in this event!"
Instantly, thunderous cheers erupted throughout the venue!
Inside the backstage locker room at Vought.
Stormfront and others were sitting on the sofa, watching the livestream of the scene in real-time on the high-definition screen in front of them.
"Good evening, everyone." Xia Shang pushed the door open and walked into the locker room.
Only The Deep immediately stood up to greet him, while the others completely ignored Xia Shang's arrival.
"Your recent performance has been good. All your stats have improved. You haven't let Vought's investment in you go to waste," Xia Shang smiled slightly.
"If you hadn't helped me when I was at my lowest point, perhaps Madelyn Stillwell would have kicked me out of The Seven long ago. Please have a seat, Mr. Jervis."
The Deep was different from the other superheroes. Since joining Vought, he had hardly had any peak moments, and his popularity had always been in the lower-middle tier of the team. The fact that he could be a member of The Seven was entirely thanks to his good looks.
Furthermore, his superpower wasn't outstanding. He was just a guy who could dive and command fish. Everyone treated him like a joke.
Even Starlight, who had only been on the team for a few days, could look down on him after figuring out his status.
Without Mr. Jervis's help, he would still only be able to spend his days diving into the water, then bursting out of the surface, relying on flexing his biceps to get clicks. Therefore, whether it was to repay the favor or to maintain the current situation, he had to show Mr. Jervis the proper respect.
"Good. After your movie is finished, I'll give you a dividend contract based on the box office." Xia Shang was very satisfied with The Deep's performance. He patted The Deep's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Mr. Jervis, I really don't know how to express how I feel right now, truly."
The Deep said, a little flustered with surprise.
"You deserve this. Keep up the good work. I have high hopes for you." Xia Shang sat on the chair and leisurely crossed his legs.
"A movie?"
A-Train, who was nearby, was incredibly envious.
"Mr. Jervis, as a member of The Seven, I should also be qualified to star in my own movie, right? I've already thought of the name. It'll be called 'A-Train Out of Africa'. It'll tell the story of how I came from Africa step by step to the United States and joined The Seven. I believe the box office will definitely be very high.
It would be best if you also created a VR game for me, called 'Grand Line'." A-Train spoke eloquently.
"Grand Line? Are you referring to the triangular trade?" Xia Shang was professionally trained; no matter how funny something was, he wouldn't laugh out loud unless he couldn't help it. "Hahaha, your idea is really great!"
"You agree?"
A-Train looked at Xia Shang excitedly.
He felt that his chance to turn things around was within reach.
However, Xia Shang shook his head. "What joke are you making? Do you know how much investment a game requires? Just by looking at your expression, I know you're completely clueless. If it's not shoddily made, it would cost at least hundreds of millions of US Dollars. You don't even think about whether you're worthy of it, what kind of nonsense!"
Xia Shang mocked him without reservation.
"Hmph, a superhero who can't even run anymore actually has the nerve to make demands of me? That's the height of ignorance. Besides, who gave you the courage to think your movie could be a hit? Your black brothers? Ridiculous." Xia Shang let out a cold snort.
A-Train, whose sore spot was hit, stood up in a rage. He said angrily, "You're discriminating against black people! I'm going to report you to Stan Edgar! I'm going to make you get out of Vought!"
His voice echoed throughout the locker room.
The superheroes, including Homelander, all looked at him as if he were a clown.
Their gaze deeply stung A-Train's fragile and sensitive heart.
"Fuck you! Don't forget, I've been at Vought much longer than you, you yellow-skinned monkey! Who do you think you are? Just a yellow-skinned kid who got lucky and became a vice president. And you think you're qualified to tell me what to do?" A-Train gritted his teeth and roared in a deep voice.
"You guys go out first."
Xia Shang, with an indifferent expression, waved for the staff members in the locker room to leave first.
After they left.
Xia Shang stood up and took a step forward. He met A-Train's eyes with a deep gaze.
There will be four more chapters later. Niuniu stayed up all night to finish posting, but didn't manage it. Feel free to curse me however you want.
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