Gwenpool guessed that The Deep was the counterpart to Aquaman, one of the Justice League's giants.
Aquaman was no ordinary hero. In some universes, he was the Lord of The Seven Seas, who subdued powerful sea monsters and could stir up hundred-meter waves when angered.
However, The Deep… this member of The Seven was actually doing unspeakable things to a dolphin.
They even saw The Deep and octopus untold stories.
The powerful suction cups tightly wrapped around The Deep, who rolled his eyes as if he had gone to heaven.
"Oh my god! I need to wash my eyes!"
Although Gwenpool couldn't see anything, she could infer what The Deep and octopus were doing based on The Deep's expression and octopus' position.
It was bestiality, and an extremely rare, never-before-heard-of octopus.
Good heavens, can octopuses do that too?
After seeing The Deep, Gwenpool even found it hard to look at Aquaman directly.
If The Deep could do this, then what about Aquaman?
Would he also be one way in public and another in private?
This hobby… truly at the forefront of the world.
Gwenpool thought of something. "What about Translucent, A-Train, Black Noir, the Translucent, and… Queen Maeve?"
"They wouldn't…"
Originally, Gwenpool was still considering whether Queen Maeve had the potential to be a good sister, but now, this idea might need to be reconsidered very carefully.
Aaron snapped his fingers.
The computer screen continued to change.
Translucent, who liked to be naked and invisible to peep in women's restrooms and changing rooms.
A-Train, who snorted compound V like a drug.
Black Noir, the silent one who liked to watch strange cartoons but was allergic to almonds.
The Lamplighter, who was ostensibly a dark avenger but was actually Vought International's cleaner.
As for Queen Maeve…
When they saw Queen Maeve walking intimately with another woman, they let out a rare sigh of relief.
Compared to Homelander and The Deep, Queen Maeve being a lesbian didn't seem too outrageous?
As it currently stood, among The Seven, only Queen Maeve and Black Noir seemed relatively normal.
Especially the former. Although she was a lesbian, her heart was still kind, she had no terrible misdeeds, and she hadn't completely fallen in with the other members.
As for the others… every single one of them was abnormal and deserved to die.
Gwenpool didn't know what to say anymore.
"If I'm not mistaken, Translucent should correspond to Invisible Woman, A-Train to The Flash and Quicksilver, Queen Maeve to Wonder Woman, Black Noir to Batman? Lamplighter to Green Lantern."
"If their real counterparts knew about The Seven, would these guys really survive?"
Although Gwenpool was a veteran Marvel fan, after coming to Themyscira and regaining her fourth wall ability, she had browsed DC comics behind the fourth wall.
It had to be said that DC comics were also very good, only slightly inferior to her favorite Marvel comics.
The most vivid memories she had were of Batman and Superman.
However, the more vivid those memories, the harder it was to accept Homelander, Black Noir, and The Deep now.
These things were considered Superheroes?
No, this world was truly sick.
Such a group of trash could become The Seven and enjoy global attention. It was simply a perversion of justice.
At this moment, Gwenpool suddenly looked at Firecracker. "You're also a wet nurse, so… are you also a supplier of Homelander's special milk?"
"Wait, you haven't secretly done anything weird, have you?"
"Ah? How… how could that be?!"
Firecracker's face changed drastically, and she subconsciously looked at Aaron, saying with insufficient confidence, "Although I am a Superhero on the beaches of Florida, I have not wantonly killed innocent people like Homelander or A-Train."
"Although I used to admire Homelander, I never thought of feeding him milk. I'm only in my early twenties and haven't even had a boyfriend. How could I produce milk?"
"At most… at most, I just reported some news. Maybe the veracity of the news might differ from reality, but you know, that's just how we journalists are. Yes, just like that."
Firecracker spoke righteously. She didn't want to leave a bad impression on Aaron.
Honestly, although Firecracker knew that there were many dirty secrets among super-powered humans, she didn't know it was so serious.
Even within The Seven, it was a chaotic mess, leaving people dumbfounded.
Firecracker had even planned out the next few episodes of her show, "The Truth Bomb With Firecracker." If she could truthfully report this news, it would definitely cause a sensation, and she would become the most famous journalist.
But she knew that if she dared to do so, she would be found dead in her home the next day, having committed suicide with eight bullet wounds in her back.
"You're right, we shouldn't join The Seven, it's a complete cesspool."
For the sake of her life, Firecracker no longer hoped to join The Seven.
She was too weak, what would happen if a little white rabbit entered a demon's den? The thought alone made her shiver.
Gwenpool pouted.
She believed Aaron would never speak carelessly.
Perhaps Firecracker wasn't a wet nurse now, but it was possible that in a few years, Firecracker would become Homelander's exclusive wet nurse.
It was well-known that Aaron could see the future.
However, now that Aaron was here, a brighter future was possible, and Firecracker would naturally no longer be associated with Homelander. Even if Firecracker were to become a wet nurse, she would only be Aaron's wet nurse.
Let's move on from this matter.
With that thought, Gwenpool decided to focus on the main business. She was even more curious about Vought International in this world.
The Seven were all scumbags, yet they could be packaged as Sons of God and embodiments of justice.
Besides The Seven, almost every major city had its own Superhero, all a result of Vought International's deliberate operations.
Firecracker was one of them.
If there were future vacancies in The Seven, Vought International would select suitable candidates from these regional Superheroes to join the team.
Vought International seemed like a complete scoundrel, but it had some tricks up its sleeve.
She must learn from it extensively.
Gwenpool, at some point, put on black-rimmed glasses, a small suit, and, holding a pen and paper, began to browse everything about Vought International.
Firecracker looked on, not fully understanding but impressed. Just then, her phone rang.
Firecracker glanced at it, her expression changing drastically. "Oh no, Vought International is inviting you and me to the company headquarters."
Just now, Firecracker had taken a picture of Aaron and sent an email to Madelyn, the Vice President of Vought International and manager of The Seven. But she hadn't expected The Seven to be such a mess.
She also hadn't expected Madelyn to reply so quickly and to be ready to meet Aaron.
Now it was over!
Meanwhile, at Vought International Headquarters in Manhattan.
Madelyn, Homelander's first-generation wet nurse and Vice President of Vought International, looked at the email Firecracker had sent, opening it to gaze at that devilishly handsome face. For a moment, she felt a surge of passion, her chest swelling, with an almost maternal urge.
She really wanted to breastfeed.
Aaron's charm was no longer confined to face-to-face encounters. Even a photo from a thousand miles away possessed a special allure that made people unable to extricate themselves.
Madelyn instantly recognized that Aaron absolutely had the potential to become a Superhero in The Seven.
No, if he was willing, he could easily join The Seven.
Vought International would gain unimaginable attention because Aaron was the most charming man globally, truly deserving of the title, and no one could ever shake that.
So Madelyn didn't hesitate to send a meeting invitation. There was no other meaning, just a small indulgence of power.
She held the power to decide who entered and exited The Seven. As long as Aaron was sensible and accepted some unspoken rules, she could arrange for The Lamplighter to retire early.
These were all part of the plan.
However, no sooner had her email been sent than Firecracker replied.
Madelyn opened it with eager anticipation, then her face darkened.
"Damn it, how dare she refuse my meeting invitation! Firecracker, how dare you hog him! You deserve to die!"
Madelyn was furious.
In the past, no one could refuse her except Edgar, the boss of Vought International.
Even Homelander, touted as the strongest in the world, could only grovel before her.
Yet today, she met someone who did.
"Firecracker… a Superhero from Daytona Beach, Florida, one of Vought International's registered heroes, part of the reserve talent pool, host of the 'The Truth Bomb With Firecracker' segment…"
"Ability…tsk, just little sparks."
"Hmph, I thought it was some big shot, turns out she's just a little nobody."
"Aside from being a bit younger, having bigger breasts, fairer skin, a sweeter voice, and shapelier legs, there's nothing else worth mentioning."
For such an ignorant fool with no self-awareness, Madelyn had a hundred ways to deal with her. Moreover, the other party was one of Vought International's managed files, a loser in the talent show ten years ago, having lost to Starlight Annie.
How dare a mere loser hog someone, and even refuse her!
Madelyn picked up the landline next to her and made a call.
Soon, the other end connected.
"This is Madelyn, you know who I am. Now I'm giving you half a day to immediately send that man to Apartment XX, Room XX in Manhattan, and then you… get a room next door."
"Don't refuse me, you know the cost of refusing me. Firecracker, you don't want to lose your Superhero status as a Son of God, do you?"
"Oh, and I heard you have some segment? Perhaps I should inform the publicity department to do some special reports?"
Madelyn said playfully, "Oh, right, I heard that during the talent show when you were thirteen, to stand out, you took turns with the judges? You wouldn't want Aaron to know about these things, would you?"
She wanted Firecracker to know the price of refusing her.
She wanted the other party to watch with her own eyes as Aaron pleasured himself beneath her.
She would brazenly play with Firecracker's most beloved toy, while Firecracker could only watch, wailing helplessly.
Just thinking about it was exciting.
She distinctly felt the woman on the other end of the line breathe a little heavier.
Madelyn's lips curved, she had her caught.
For such a waste, she could easily find their weaknesses by just glancing at their files.
Fighting her? Too naive!
However, before Madelyn could react, a dial tone suddenly came from the other end of the line.
Firecracker had hung up on her!
Bastard!
"Ashley!"
"I'm here, boss."
A long-haired woman with a baby face walked in from outside the door, instinctively trembling at the sight of Madelyn's livid face, thinking that this bitch might actually be going through menopause.
It seemed another scolding was coming.
Madelyn took two deep breaths, suppressing the urge to unleash a torrent of abuse, but thinking of Aaron's appearance, she called Ashley over.
"This person and this name, go investigate immediately. Within half an hour, I want all the information on this man." Madelyn said imperiously.
No woman could refuse Aaron, not even men.
Ashley glanced at Aaron, and was immediately captivated by his handsome face.
In her heart, she secretly lamented, another flower was about to be taken by the menopausal tyrant.
However, if Aaron could join The Seven, or Vought International headquarters, then couldn't she also take advantage of being close to him and use her power for a little 'backdoor' arrangement herself?
While the female tyrant ate meat, she could at least have some soup, right? Even secondhand, he would be delicious.
"Also, send me all the information on that bitch codenamed Firecracker in Florida."
"I want that stupid redneck to know the price of provoking me." Madelyn said through gritted teeth.
Ashley dared not say more and immediately withdrew.
As Madelyn fumed, a young man in a blue uniform with a US flag cape walked in. He stared intently at Madelyn's source of life.
"Madelyn, what happened? You look unwell."
Madelyn impatiently scanned Homelander, immediately disgusted by his filthy appearance and ugly intentions.
Previously, to control Homelander, she always endured her annoyance and feigned pleasantries, but now, after seeing Aaron, she found Homelander utterly repulsive.
But she couldn't show it, because Homelander was just an overgrown, unloved baby who sometimes acted without thinking, doing whatever he pleased.
"Nothing, what are you doing here? Didn't we agree you'd knock before coming in?" Madelyn said, forcing down her disgust.
Homelander didn't blink. "I want milk."
Damn it, that's so disgusting!
Compared to Aaron, you're just a pig!
Madelyn thought of Aaron, and her body reacted. She felt hot all over, her chest even wet.
Milk was coming out.
Homelander's eyes widened, and he approached like a puppet, skillfully kneeling down.
Madelyn didn't want to look at Homelander. She forcibly imagined Homelander's disgusting face as Aaron's, only then could she barely tolerate it.
She really wanted to feed Aaron.
Presumably, he would not refuse her personal feeding, right? Her milk, certified by Homelander for ten years, was absolutely delicious.
That little bitch Firecracker, green and uninteresting, couldn't understand men at all. Only a mature, understanding woman like her was truly delicious, everyone who had tried it said it was good.
Madelyn waited.