On the outskirts of New York, there was an unremarkable, ordinary small wooden cabin.
Not far from here were several factories related to Vought International. Under the influence of this unicorn enterprise, the local security conditions were far higher than the average level in America.
Clara was the owner of this cabin, and she was currently concentrating on learning internet knowledge and computer skills.
Yes.
As an ageless young woman at the ripe age of 93, she also had to learn to keep up with the trends of the times.
When one gets old, everything one does feels pathetic.
Ever since the Freedom League, which she had established with such painstaking effort, was destroyed by Vought International and Superman and his wife, all her hard work had gone down the drain, and she had become unemployed in the conventional sense.
Clara stared at the screen, gritting her teeth: "Damn Vought, to what kind of person did you entrust your life's work?!"
She began to blame her husband, who had been dead for many years.
Of course, this was just venting her emotions.
In fact, in the 1970s, Clara had been active in the world under the identity of 'Liberty Girl'.
At that time, she was active in the southern states, carrying out lynchings of black groups in the name of "maintaining public order," and had committed at least several murders.
It wasn't until the 1980s that, because her 'ideology was too outdated' to adapt to Vought's development, she gradually faded from people's view and went underground.
The years that followed were very difficult for her, because she was truly on her own.
Before that, as the wife of Vought International founder Frederick Vought, her influence on Vought International was pivotal.
As one of the first Superhumans, her DNA, physiological data, and psychological evaluation reports were still kept in Vought International's highest-level classified archives to this day.
Nowadays, her relationship with Vought's top management was delicate, and fewer and fewer people knew about her, but there was always a door open for her at Vought.
Within Vought's subsidiary institution, Sage Grove Psychiatric Hospital, there were many unstable test subjects that she had identified and then fished out through various means.
Otherwise, given Vought's strict defense of the compound v research project, it would be impossible for so many 'patients' to be out in the wild for so long without them pursuing the matter.
"Damn Edgar, the nigger is just heartless; he actually agreed to let the FBI put out a warrant for me!"
Clara complained to the computer.
They launched a surprise attack without leaking a single word of news; it was only thanks to her years of vigilance that she sensed something was wrong.
The Superhuman organization she had worked so hard to build was wiped out, and the identity of Stormfront could no longer be used.
Who could she go to for justice?
The reputation she had spent years building was thrown away just like that; anyone would have complaints!
Didn't they just love to kill some scum and niggers when they had nothing to do? How was that a crime?
They were clearly more useful than dampers, purifying this filthy world!
The more Clara thought about it, the angrier she got: "This bullshit world is such a mess; I really want to just blow it up with a lightning bolt!"
Although she understood this world less and less, there was no choice; one still had to live.
And her great ideal could not be abandoned.
She was now considering what kind of new identity to adopt so she could continue her grand cause of Superhuman alliance domination.
The blow from The Seven and Superman and his wife had caused the Freedom League to collapse, but it had also given Clara a different line of thinking.
"The old methods can't be used. Instead of laboriously recruiting Superhumans to form an alliance that barely manages to survive in the end, it would be better to create a persona, expand my influence, and let those Superhumans who share the same views come to me voluntarily..."
There was a glint in Clara's eyes, but the next moment, she looked at the computer screen with a blank expression.
"Damn it."
She scratched her head and said indignantly: "Which key is for capital letters... Hmm, let me see, found it! Wait, which key is the underscore again? I hate computers..."
A ninety-something-year-old person further educating herself for re-employment really looked pathetic.
Just as Clara was learning in a frenzy, her expression suddenly changed.
The reason.
A figure had entered the quiet cabin at some unknown time.
A tall and imposing figure, wearing a dark blue outfit and a red cape.
Clara turned her head and stared fixedly at that handsome face with black hair and blue eyes: "I don't recall inviting you, Mr. Superman?"
Shawn smiled politely; after all, he had indeed come uninvited.
At a time when the other party was trying hard to hide and planning to work for her next career, his appearance here was most likely that of a spoiler.
He ignored Clara's threatening gaze.
"Won't you offer me a cup of coffee?"
Shawn sat down on the sofa on his own and said: "It seems you are not surprised that I was able to find your residence."
Clara: "Homelander has super-vision and X-ray vision, and you are stronger than him."
Well, it seemed that in Stormfront's impression, Superman was a character with more strength and weight than Homelander.
Shawn: "I am very happy to hear you say that."
Even so, it did not affect the purpose of Shawn's visit.
Clara stood up from the computer chair and walked over to sit opposite Shawn.
In terms of expression, the two did not seem to have the tension of their last meeting, but this was just a facade.
Shawn's ears could clearly hear her slightly accelerated heartbeat, as well as the sound of muscle contraction when her arms quietly clenched.
"Why did you come here?"
Clara spoke in a voice she thought was calm: "If it's about the first-generation compound v from last time, I have already told you the most critical information truthfully; I don't know anything else."
Clara knew all too well that lying to the strong was not a smart move.
Therefore, after losing in that brief aerial chase, she did not choose to deceive Superman with lies.
This was also the reason she was still alive and able to chat face-to-face with Shawn now.
"I came here for your own good."
Shawn's tone was flat, as if stating an established fact: "Clara, I have come to give you a chance."
Clara was stunned: "What chance?"
Shawn: "Heh, a chance for self-redemption."
A deep sense of wariness flashed in Clara's eyes: "Are you planning to convince me to be a good person?"
She said with a serious expression: "Superman, Superhuman rule over Earth is not some shameful idea."
"I don't know which laboratory you came out of, but I know you definitely don't understand how dark the era I lived in was. If you were me, if you had the same experiences as me, you would definitely be even crazier than me now."
Shawn shook his head speechlessly: "Please, I am not interested in your Superhuman rule plan."
After saying this, he straightened his body, looked at her silent face, and said word by word: "You are right about one thing; your madness runs counter to my concept of justice."
Clara looked at him, unmoved.
Fine.
Shawn thought for a moment: "My Earth does not allow anyone to destroy it."
"The lives, resources, and energy on Earth are all precious things that did not come easily. Anyone who tramples on this preciousness without permission must pay the price. Do you understand what I mean?"
"What?!"
Clara was greatly shocked.
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