One person: I have exposed the superhuman to the whole world.

Chapter 179 A Farce Called Superheroes

Previously, when the puppets were deployed inside the planet, the delay was negligible. But now that the puppets have just entered space, the delay is already quite noticeable.

If the puppet were sent to a more distant planet, wouldn't it take hundreds of years for it to send a command back?

Qin Le tried issuing a few more simple commands, but the delay was very noticeable.

"This won't do..."

He had envisioned many plans, but now, the high delays meant he had to put them all on hold. Continuing to perform his duties would also put his physical body on the line, which was far too dangerous.

Qin Le quickly calmed down and wanted to see if he could optimize it.

He first tried to optimize the signal transmission of the remote module, but the results were not good.

"It seems the only solution is to develop an intelligent puppet to operate it for me..."

Out of concern for the crisis of intelligent machines, Qin Le has never put too much effort into intelligent dolls.

The various stories of robots rebelling against humanity that Qin Le had read in his previous life made him somewhat worried about intelligence.

After all, while others might not know where his hometown is, how could the puppet not know?

What if an intelligent doll becomes too intelligent one day and backfires?

Although the probability was very low, Qin Le did not want his personal safety to be in any danger whatsoever.

"Forget it, there's no rush to go to another planet anyway. This planet is enough for me. I'll consider going to another planet after I've become stronger."

"Let's bring the spaceship back first. Anyway, the spaceship still needs further development. The current spaceship can't go directly to other planets. Let's build some better spaceships first, and while we're at it, let's build a spaceship that can jump through space."

Qin Le had already gathered information about the two classifications of spaceships.

He even discovered Nadutong's plan to obtain the spaceship through Shenlong using the surveillance cameras he had planted within Nadutong.

Qin Le had no objection to Zhao Fangxu's plan. He could indeed build a spaceship that could jump between spaces, a technology he had already obtained from aliens on his home planet.

It only takes some time to create the puppets inside the caves of the Himalayas.

Qin Le was just about to take advantage of this time to build a few spaceships and store them in the cave, hoping to use them someday.

After arranging the actions of the puppets inside the cave, Qin Le turned his attention to the world around him.

After taking a look at the global situation, Qin Le couldn't help but frown.

After a few more days of development, the situation in most countries around the world has not improved significantly.

Especially in the United States, a country known for its freedom, various local battles are still ongoing.

The battles between various gangs seem never to end, with superheroes and villains appearing one after another.

Every superhero who debuts gains immense popularity, leading many talented and capable individuals to aspire to become superheroes.

The proliferation of superheroes has even led to a shortage of villains, resulting in instances where superheroes secretly let villains escape.

What made Qin Le even more upset in Bengbu was that a superhero company had recently been established in the country, dedicated to writing scripts, making movies and TV shows for these newly introduced superheroes.

Those superheroes have become the real source of chaos in the United States, but the locals don't seem to reject this environment very much.

I'd heard they had strong immunity, but I never imagined it was this strong!

The country is in such a mess, yet people are still idolizing superheroes, with no one thinking of making any changes. Even the government doesn't seem to care about intervening; in fact, they're even hoping to profit from the chaos.

Qin Le shook his head, feeling both helpless and amused by the chaotic situation in the United States.

He knew that this situation was not accidental, but the result of an exchange of interests among multiple parties.

The people there seem to have long been accustomed to this "dramatic" life; their general education has made it difficult for them to distinguish between reality and fiction.

"That's really ridiculous."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Qin Le, who was watching through the Sky Eye camera, discovered that a script was beginning to unfold.

……

The beacon of light, the Big Apple.

Inside a bank in the city center, as tellers were busy processing transactions for customers, a piercing gunshot shattered the peace.

"Everyone down! Anyone who dares to move, I'll blow their head off!"

A man in a black trench coat and a skull mask strode into the bank, his shotgun emitting smoke. Behind him were several equally armed accomplices who quickly took control of the entire lobby.

"Quick! Put the money in the bag!" the skull-masked man roared, pointing his gun at the clerk behind the counter.

A young female employee was so frightened that her hands trembled, while the experienced lobby manager calmly triggered the alarm.

But the skull-masked man with his back to him seemed to have foreseen this, sneered, and fired a shot with his backhand.

"boom!"

The lobby manager collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from his shoulder.

Screams erupted in the hall, and several citizens who tried to resist were shot and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Just then, a hero of justice appeared; a silver figure descended from the sky and shattered the bank's glass dome.

He wore a silver cape, a classic bodysuit, and a blue gemstone on his chest.

"enough!"

The silver warrior let out a low shout, his voice as powerful as thunder. He raised his hand and waved an energy wave, sending the skull-masked man's shotgun flying. Then, he appeared like a ghost among the thugs, and with a flurry of punches and kicks, the thugs fell to the ground, utterly powerless to fight back.

The man in the skull mask tried to escape, but the silver-clad warrior appeared in front of him instantly and punched him in the stomach.

The skull-masked man bent over in pain, and the silver-clad warrior seized the opportunity to grab his collar and lift him high into the air.

"Your crimes end here," the silver-clad warrior said coldly, before slamming the skull-masked man to the ground.

The skeleton man was completely unable to resist and lay on the ground groaning.

The silver warrior stood up straight, hands on his hips, his cloak fluttering behind him, seemingly waiting for the cheers of the audience.

He looked around and nodded slightly, as if announcing to everyone that justice had been served.

Inside the hall, the initially frightened citizens gradually came to their senses. Someone started clapping, and soon, applause surged like a tide, accompanied by cheers and whistles.

"That's awesome! You saved us, superhero!" a little boy shouted excitedly.

"Thank you for saving us!" A middle-aged woman said, tears streaming down her face.

The silver-clad warrior smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He grabbed the unconscious skull-masked man and escorted them one by one into the police car that had arrived late.

But unbeknownst to everyone, the police car turned a corner at the end of the street and drove directly into a corner in the suburbs.