A tall figure passed through the middle of the assault team and walked to the very front.
It was a bald woman with blue skin, black pupils, and a toned physique, wearing a tight, dark blue Vought International tactical suit.
In the past month, this blue-skinned woman who had just joined Vought International had single-handedly destroyed three criminal organizations backed by supervillains with efficient and cold aesthetic violence, earning a great reputation within Vought International.
Her name was Nebula, but people were more accustomed to calling her by another name—the famous Miss V.
"Give up resistance." Nebula said coldly, "According to the 'Wartime Emergency Act', you are officially under arrest for intending to transfer core assets and attempting to fund hostile forces. Your assets have now been fully requisitioned."
"Fuck your Ellis New Deal! Fuck Vought International!"
This financial oligarch, usually accustomed to deciding the fate of thousands with just a few words, was now screaming with a twisted face, full of fear and anger.
"I am a major taxpayer in this country! I support those politicians! You can't touch me!"
He pointed at Nebula and the others, roaring hoarsely at the bodyguards blocking his front: "Fire! Kill this blue-skinned monster for me! Kill them! I'll pay you five million dollars each!"
There is always a brave man under a heavy reward.
A dozen well-trained private bodyguards immediately pulled the triggers.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
The muzzles of micro-submachine guns and automatic pistols spat out explosive tongues of fire.
A dense hail of bullets swept toward Nebula and the five assault team members.
But in Nebula's eyes, the flames from the muzzles looked like balls of slowly expanding cotton.
Those high-speed projectiles were nothing more than slowly moving metal peanuts.
And in the sight of those bodyguards, Nebula's figure suddenly blurred, turning into uncatchable blue afterimages.
The bullets fired at her all pierced through the air, hitting the expensive oil paintings and antique vases in the back, sending fragments flying everywhere.
It wasn't just Nebula.
Those five Vought International assault team members also turned into blurred afterimages.
This was the strongest individual plug-in mass-produced by the Vought International Applied Technology Department; the Sandevistan was at work.
The five assault team members were like five bolts of black lightning, instantly cutting into the bodyguards' formation.
This was completely a one-sided crush; there was no need to even use firearms.
"Snap!"
"Bang!"
The assault team members' tactical movements were clean and efficient. Snapping wrists, kneeing abdomens, elbowing jaws.
Only two seconds.
When the time flow of the Sandevistan returned to normal.
A dozen well-equipped private bodyguards were already lying on the ground, unconscious or wailing in pain.
Nebula stepped over the scattered shell casings and bodies, grabbed the suit collar of this King of Wall Street, and lifted him up like a chick.
"Now, you only have one choice. Hand over all your money, or I will crush your bones inch by inch."
"You... you can't do this..." His face was pale, and a foul smell of urine emanated from his crotch; his earlier arrogance had long since vanished.
...
After these capitalists discovered that force could not be used to resist, they began to secretly manipulate the news media under their control, frantically spreading conspiracy theories about Vought International on the internet and television.
"Tyranny! This is the restoration of fascism!"
"Vought International is attempting to control the United States government!"
"This so-called war threat is simply a lie directed by Vought International; they want to establish a superhero dictatorship!"
Overwhelming smear reports attempted to incite the uninformed public to oppose the new policy.
But in the era of the great internet, Skynet displayed a despair-inducing ability to strangle public opinion.
Those media outlets and internet trolls who were frantically jumping around online, trying to smear Vought International and the new policy.
They sadly discovered that their media companies' servers were instantly paralyzed, and the trolls' accounts were banned in an instant.
It even went so far as to donate all the money in their private accounts to government donation boxes, ruining their livelihoods entirely.
Even more painfully, their identity accounts were placed on a government blacklist, and any enterprise that hired them would receive a hefty fine.
As for the plutocratic capitalist forces manipulating things from behind the scenes, within a few hours, their unknown scandals were exposed on a massive scale.
Landing records on Epstein Island, shocking uncensored videos, and even account books of transactions with XX organizations, etc.
Skynet tore the fig leaves of these capitalists to shreds, exposing their dirtiest and foulest sides nakedly before the whole World.
Under the dual blows of armed suppression and public exposure.
Those once arrogant plutocrats had no power to fight back in this purge led by Vought International. The massive wealth they had accumulated over many years became the best nourishment for realizing humanity's leap forward.
In stark contrast to the wailing and howling of the capitalists.
The ordinary people at the low and middle levels felt a carnival they had never experienced before during this upheaval.
"My God! Did you see the news? That asshole banker who preached about cutting welfare on TV every day was grabbed by the neck by a Vought International hero and thrown into a police car! The way he pissed his pants was hilarious!"
In a worker's bar in Brooklyn, New York, people held cheap beers, watched the images on the TV screen, and erupted into deafening cheers.
"Well done! They should have confiscated all the money from this group of Vampires long ago!"
What made the public even more ecstatic were the massive employment opportunities and extremely generous compensation brought by the "Ellis New Deal".
Across the United States, steel mills, machine shops, and electronic component assembly lines taken over by Vought International were all frantically hiring.
Outside the factories, tens of thousands of blue-collar workers lined up. They clutched the newly filled-out job application forms in their hands, their faces filled with undisguisable excitement.
"God, did you see the salary on the recruitment brochure?" A burly man wearing a worn-out denim jacket patted the shoulder of the guy in front of him, spraying spit as he talked, "The hourly wage is three times what it used to be! And it includes health insurance! The people from Vought International said that as long as you can start immediately, they will pay half a month's salary in advance on the spot!"
"It's not just here; the steel mills in Pittsburgh and the aviation assembly lines in Seattle have all started operating." The guy in front gripped his resume tightly and nodded vigorously, "The news says the country is in a state of emergency, but I don't care about any state of emergency. I only know that my daughter's tuition for next month is covered."
No one cared about the life or death of those plutocrats.
In this World, the vast majority of ordinary people struggle on the poverty line every day; the oligarchs' yachts and private jets are too far away from them, while the bread on the dining table and the triple salary in hand are within reach.
"Do you know whose credit this is?" A muscular man said loudly in the crowd.
The crowd quieted down and looked at him.
"It's Homelander." The burly man pointed to the portrait of Homelander on the roadside billboard, "I heard from a Vought International recruitment officer that the foundation of this Ellis New Deal was a plan left behind by Homelander before he went to space. He knew long ago that those capitalists couldn't be trusted. He had everything arranged for us!"
"Long live Homelander!"
"The lighthouse of humanity!"
"God bless Homelander! We are waiting for him to come home on Earth!"