Performance

"It’s fine. I’ll teleport the rubble into the sea outside. Your job is to use that Eighty-Meter Long Greatsword of yours to cut the meteorite apart."

Wang Bert took the Green Goblin Glider out of his storage space and said, "As for flying, this glider can help you."

Wang Bert had made the Green Goblin Glider in his spare time. It was not difficult—at the very least, it was much easier than the Adamantium Nanotech Armor.

Psylocke blinked, then suddenly realized something. She asked in a low voice, "Boss, do you want me to make my official debut while I’m at it?"

"That’s right. Did you think I needed help dealing with one measly meteorite? With a wave of my hand, it would be gone."

Wang Bert smiled. "Psylocke, the performance has already begun. Show some professionalism."

"No problem."

Psylocke was thrilled. She immediately tore off her long dress—don’t get the wrong idea, she was wearing a Purple Bodysuit underneath.

Wang Bert snapped his fingers, and Psylocke’s longsword appeared out of thin air. He had forged the blade himself and left a spatial mark on it, allowing him to summon it at any time.

Psylocke grabbed the longsword and leaped onto the Green Goblin Glider. Then, a stream of information flooded into her mind—the controls for the Green Goblin Glider. Wang Bert had transmitted the information to her. There was no time to teach her slowly, so he could only give her a crash course.

Boss has so many abilities.

Psylocke was somewhat surprised, but she did not waste any time. She controlled the glider and flew toward the meteorite overhead.

At first, the glider wobbled crookedly, but it soon became incomparably steady. Wang Bert nodded in satisfaction. Psylocke’s talent was excellent.

Mystique walked over to Wang Bert’s side and pretended to be frightened as she said, "Chairman, I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I think we should stay farther away."

Wang Bert’s face darkened as he shouted, "You jinx, stay away from me. Don’t pass your bad luck onto me. Also, you’re fired. Don’t come to work at the company again."

Mystique was dumbfounded. On second thought, though, it seemed perfectly reasonable, because she really was far too unlucky.

I’m saving you. If you come any closer, New York might end up with a tsunami.

Wang Bert silently complained. As for the real Dailin, he could just send her a compensation payment afterward.

Meanwhile, aboard a New York TV Station helicopter, a reporter was broadcasting live as the meteorite headed toward the skyscraper. He said, "Dear viewers, we are in Manhattan. Right now, a meteorite is falling toward Manhattan.

"This meteorite is not particularly large, and it is a little slower than expected. However, a meteorite is still a meteorite. The skyscraper below will definitely be smashed through. When that happens, the people inside, as well as those nearby, will find it impossible to escape disaster.

"Let us witness this catastrophic moment together. New York TV Station will broadcast everything live for you."

"Why does this guy sound excited?"

The viewers in front of their televisions were very dissatisfied. This meteorite would kill at least a thousand people. At a time like this, he should have been reporting in a sorrowful voice.

"May God protect them."

Many viewers silently prayed in their hearts. In a situation like this, they could only pray to God. Other than God, no one could save Manhattan. After all, this was a meteorite.

Just then, the reporter suddenly shouted, "Huh? What’s going on? It looks like someone is approaching the meteorite? Cameraman, zoom in a little."

"Okay."

The cameraman adjusted the lens, and soon, a purple figure standing on a green glider appeared in the shot.

The reporter exclaimed, "There really is someone! Wow, where did she buy that glider? It can actually fly into the sky? Come to think of it, I think I had dreams like this when I was a child, standing on a glider and soaring freely through the air.

"Ahem, never mind that. What is she trying to do? Stop the meteorite? That’s impossible. With the meteorite’s impact force, no one can stop it."

The viewers all nodded. They were filled with confusion. What exactly was that woman in purple trying to do? At this moment, all of America had its eyes on Psylocke. Psylocke did not know that, because all her attention was on the meteorite.

"The meteorite is slower than expected. I should be able to cut it apart."

Psylocke flew to one side and silently calculated. If nothing unexpected happened, ten seconds later, the meteorite would pass twenty meters in front of her—it could not be too close, or her body would not be able to withstand it.

"Twenty meters means my blade needs to be twenty-five meters long."

With a thought from Psylocke, the Adamantium Longsword in her hand suddenly came out of its sheath. Purple light immediately enveloped the blade, and it rapidly extended. Soon, a twenty-five-meter purple greatsword appeared before everyone’s eyes.

It was worth mentioning that of this twenty-five-meter greatsword, only the frontmost meter or so was Adamantium. The rest was merely Psylocke’s purple energy.

The reporter exclaimed again, "Wow, such a long sword? She’s a mutant. What is she going to do?"

"A mutant?"

The viewers’ expressions were somewhat complicated. If this had been a month ago, they would have cursed loudly, but now, they only felt sympathy and guilt. Mutants had suffered terribly.

The question was, what exactly was this mutant trying to do? A few seconds later, accompanied by fierce winds, the flaming meteorite streaked past the fully focused Psylocke. Psylocke’s eyes suddenly widened, and she swung her longsword at the fastest speed of her life. Within a single breath, she swung six times. Six blade shadows appeared in the air at once, looking especially dazzling.

Then, the meteorite flew past Psylocke. It seemed completely unharmed, but as it continued flying, it gradually broke apart into more than ten pieces.

"Success."

Psylocke let out a huge sigh of relief, then quickly adjusted her breathing. She wanted to face the cameras in her most perfect state.

"Wow, her goal was to cut open the meteorite! She did it! She’s so powerful!"

The reporter shouted excitedly. Then he suddenly came to his senses and said, "But… doesn’t that seem kind of useless?"

The viewers were speechless and wanted to beat this reporter to death more than ever. Still, the bastard reporter was right. Cutting the meteorite apart did seem rather useless.

Just then, Wang Bert repeatedly waved his right hand. With every wave, part of the meteorite disappeared. By the time he stopped, all the meteorite fragments had been transferred to the open sea, where they crashed into the water with booming explosions and sent up enormous waves.

In truth, Wang Bert could have transferred all the meteorites away in an instant. The problem was that would make everything Psylocke had done meaningless. So he had to wave a few more times and put on a complete show.

"Done. Wrap it up."

Wang Bert clapped his hands in satisfaction and vanished from the rooftop. He was the boss of Super Heroes, not a Super Hero himself. There was no need to steal Psylocke’s spotlight.

"What exactly is Bert Wang trying to do?"

Mystique frowned deeply. She decided to wait and see for now. This guy was a little too strange. She had nearly died several times today.

Come to think of it, there would not be any more disasters, right? Mystique had been so thoroughly shaken that she was starting to develop trauma.

"Wow, all the meteorites disappeared! What happened? Did God intervene?"

The reporter shouted in shock. Thinking of something, he continued, "Whether it was God or not, this is a miracle. Harvey, fly over there. Let’s get a front view of this heroine."

"Okay."

The pilot immediately nodded. He also wanted to know what that figure looked like. Judging from her body, she should be very beautiful.

"Wonderful!"

The citizens below who had escaped death, along with viewers in front of their televisions, all burst into applause. They had personally witnessed a miracle—a true miracle.

Soon, the helicopter approached Psylocke, and the camera captured her appearance clearly. Many people’s eyes lit up. She was so beautiful.

Although Psylocke was Asian, both Westerners and Easterners found her beautiful. Combined with her perfect figure, everyone had only one assessment: she was absolutely stunning.

Amid the fierce wind kicked up by the helicopter, Psylocke’s purple hair danced in the air, making her as enchanting as a goddess. Many people shouted in their hearts, I think I’m in love.

Damn it, if this weren’t a live broadcast, I’d definitely chop this helicopter apart. The wind is so strong I can barely keep my eyes open.

The goddess Psylocke cursed inwardly. She coolly glanced at the camera, then controlled the Green Goblin Glider and flew away.

"Goddess, don’t go! I’m a reporter from New York TV Station. I want to interview you!"

The reporter hurriedly shouted while telling the pilot to chase Psylocke. Unfortunately, the helicopter was too clumsy and quickly lost sight of her.

The reporter said, "What a pity. I wanted to ask her for an autograph. I don’t know who she is, but she is undoubtedly a hero. She saved Manhattan."

"That’s right. She’s a hero."

The viewers all nodded. Many people searched online for information about Psylocke, and then they found her modeling photos.

"Wow."

The men treated them like precious treasure, hurriedly saving the pictures. At the same time, they were filled with confusion. Why could a model cut apart a meteorite?

At the manor, Wang Bert handed a wineglass to Psylocke and smiled. "Psylocke, your search volume is soaring. Congratulations. You’ll soon become a big star."

Psylocke asked in confusion, "Boss, why didn’t you let me accept an interview?"

"This is called building anticipation. Like writing a novel, you need to set things up first. I specifically hired a team to promote you online and keep raising your popularity."

Wang Bert said, "For example, they’ll make up stories about you, build a persona for you, or deliberately question your identity. In short, you’ll become a global hot topic over the next few days.

"Once the hype reaches a certain level, I’ll have the New York Police Department hold a press conference and officially appoint you as a vigilante to protect New York.

"When that happens, public opinion will definitely explode, and you’ll become a Super Hero star."

"I’m looking forward to that day more than anything."

Psylocke’s eyes shone like light bulbs. She asked curiously, "Boss, you seem very skilled at promoting people?"

"This is child’s play."

Wang Bert waved his hand. Compared to promotion in the smartphone era, promotion in the internet era was truly child’s play.

"Boss is mighty."

Psylocke flattered him, then said impatiently, "I hope the day I reveal my identity comes soon."

Wang Bert reminded her, "Don’t celebrate too early. You’re the first mutant star, so you’re destined to draw a great deal of criticism and even protests. You’ll face countless attacks and objections. Being the first to break new ground isn’t easy."

"I’m prepared for that. I can withstand attacks from those Conservative Faction types and jealous haters."

Psylocke said confidently. She was not some little girl. She was the famed Psylocke of the mercenary world. What had she not seen in her life?

"It’s good that you’re prepared."

Wang Bert smiled. "Breaking new ground is difficult, but the pioneer receives the greatest benefits."

"The more you give, the more you gain. I understand."

Psylocke smiled. "As long as I keep at it, I won’t just become a big star. I’ll go down in history."

"You definitely will."

Wang Bert said, "Even hundreds or thousands of years from now, humanity will not forget your name, because you are the first mutant star."

Psylocke was so excited that her face flushed. Thinking of something, she asked, "By the way, Boss, are you selling your glider? I think it suits me perfectly."

"Everything good suits you perfectly, right?"

Wang Bert complained, "If you want one, I’ll sell it to you for twenty million dollars. That’s an insanely discounted price. It’s only because I don’t want to sell them publicly. Otherwise, each one would cost at least a hundred million dollars."

Psylocke clicked her tongue. "Twenty million dollars? How about I rent it for three months first, then buy it once I have money in three months?"

Wang Bert said, "Fine, but if it gets damaged during that time, you’ll have to compensate me in full."

"Of course."

Psylocke nodded, then asked curiously, "Boss, why don’t you sell such a great glider? With its capabilities, buyers would definitely flock to it."

Wang Bert asked, "It’s too expensive. Only the military would buy it. Do you think I’d sell something this good to the military?"

"Of course not, but the military will definitely demand it from you."

Wang Bert said, "I’ll say it’s my mutant ability."

Psylocke laughed. "Good idea. You are a multi-powered mutant anyway."

Five days passed in the blink of an eye. Thanks to Wang Bert’s secret efforts, Psylocke became increasingly popular both online and in real life. Countless reporters searched everywhere for her, hoping to get an exclusive interview.

It was worth mentioning that both online and offline, evaluations of Psylocke were very positive. There were two reasons. First, Psylocke was beautiful. Those modeling photos were practically a giveaway, and countless people saved them at first sight.

Second, Psylocke had stopped the meteorite disaster and saved at least a thousand people—unless someone was psychologically twisted, who would dislike such a beautiful heroine? That day, the New York Police Department held a press conference. At the event, the reporters not only met the wildly popular mutant Psylocke, but also received a shocking piece of news.

Psylocke would become a vigilante for the New York Police Department and protect New York alongside the police.

The news was undoubtedly immensely shocking. The reporters took a full three seconds to react. Then, every reporter raised a hand at once, eager to ask questions.

"Go ahead."

The Director of the New York Police Department pointed at a reporter, indicating that he could ask first. The reporter stood up, but instead of questioning the Director, he turned to the cool-looking Psylocke beside him and asked, "Miss Psylocke, are you becoming a Super Hero?"

"You could say that, but I’m a little different from the Super Heroes in comics."

Psylocke said, "I’m official. I have law enforcement authority granted by the New York Police Department, and my actions are protected and regulated by the New York Police Department.

"For example, if I damage a streetlight, I have to pay compensation. That’s very different from comics. In comics, Dragonfly Man never pays for damaged vehicles. Of course, he can’t afford to."

The reporters could not help laughing. Dragonfly Man was the protagonist of a best-selling comic from Mutant Planet, similar to Spider-Man.