Chapter 41 Wanting to Fly to the Sky and Stand Shoulder to Shoulder with the Sun
So Adele's Hourse family manages the entire Detroit Arsenal."
"After Major Contes and his men failed, if they didn't establish contact within 24 hours, the Detroit Arsenalwould realize something was wrong."
After obtaining the intelligence from Major Contes and having Emma confirm its authenticity.
Ian fulfilled his wish and let Major Contes enjoy the Ultimate Insult Pro Edition.
This American tough guy, a white officer, was screaming in his cell right now.
He was a completely different person from the calm and composed man from just a moment ago.
"Why did you still attack him after he gave up the intel?"
Beside him, Emma sneezed and asked with a puzzled look:
"Emma, you're still too young."
Ian shook his head, wearing an expression that said 'Young people are just inferior'.
"Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."
"Even if he gave us the intel we wanted, did you think we should let him live?"
"Don't joke around, two hours ago, they still wanted to kill us!"
After obtaining the intel on the Detroit Arsenal, Ian had the Mutants in the base bring the spoils back.
I have to say, the equipment brought by Major Contes's team was really impressive.
Rocket launchers, Gatling guns, sniper rifles, they even had an armored vehicle loaded with the Patriot missile system.
For the Mutants in the base, this was definitely an unexpected windfall.
However, Ian still needed to prepare well, he had to act first before the people at the Detroit Arsenal reacted.
Then.
Frame the whole thing on Professor X's X Academy.
After all.
If it weren't for that bastard Professor X, how could they, these Mutants, have ended up in such a state?
But what Ian didn't expect was that in modern warfare, the role of GPS and satellite monitoring was too great.
Just three hours after Major Contes's unit was routed.
Inside an office at the Detroit Arsenal.
Rick Hourse was holding a satellite phone, sitting on his desk with a cup of hot coffee at hand, looking relaxed and at ease.
"Colonel Stryker, how is the development of your Sentinel robots coming along?"
"Still in the testing phase. If I can catch Mystique, these Sentinel robots can be fully deployed."
A somewhat hoarse and deep male voice came from the other side.
"How is your sister doing lately? Her Mutant ability didn't lose control, did it?"
Rick's smile froze upon hearing this.
"Colonel Stryker, my sister Adele has Superpowers, not the Mutant ability of those lowly Mutants!"
"..."
The other side was silent for a moment.
"Never mind. She should be fine lately, serving as the base commander at the Mutant Research Base in the suburbs of Detroit."
"If anything happens, I can go over to support at any time. Besides... Major Contes is there too. Wait, there's a video captured by a satellite, let me take a look."
Rick said, putting down the phone, frowning as he looked at a video that popped up on his computer.
In the video, it was the Detroit Mutant Research Basewhere his sister Adele was located.
A sixty-man combat squad led by Major Contes was fighting a group of Mutants. Moreover, there were fighter jets supporting them in the sky.
Logically speaking, this lineup was enough to deal with any Level 4 Mutant or below.
But what did Rick see?
A Mutant's Laser Vision continuously firing, sweeping across the battlefield, and even destroying fighter jets thousands of meters in the sky.
The entire combat squad was instantly annihilated, with heavy casualties.
"Rick, what's wrong?" Colonel Stryker's puzzled voice came from the phone, bringing Rick back to his senses.
"Nothing, Colonel Stryker, it seems... something not so good has happened."
Rick's expression gradually became grave. If he remembered correctly, that Mutant Research Base should be under his sister's jurisdiction.
That terrifying Mutant was so powerful, so what happened to his sister Adele now?
Anxious, Rick took the x-quantum communicator directly from the drawer, wanting to contact Adele.
But no matter how he dialed the number, it was never answered.
This made Rick's heart sink.
"Major Contes and my sister might have already met with an accident."
"What?" Colonel Stryker on the other side was stunned. "Wasn't it fine just a moment ago?"
"Just now, I saw a satellite surveillance video. It seems something happened to the Detroit Mutant Research Base."
Rick swallowed hard, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Those Mutants... seem to have escaped."
"Escaped?" Colonel Stryker was taken aback.
"How could those damn animals have escaped?"
"Adele's research base has the Mutant Controller I specially sent over, plus the body of a Level 4 Mutant, how could they have escaped?"
"I'm not sure either, but that is indeed the case." Rick took a deep breath and replied.
His intuition told him that his sister was very likely to have met with misfortune.
"I have to take people there to check."
"Do you need my help?" Colonel Stryker asked.
He was a radical in the military regarding Mutants. His wife and children had died at the hands of a Mutant with uncontrollable abilities years ago, and he hated Mutants to the bone.
"If you can provide help, Colonel Stryker, that would be best." Rick said.
"No problem. I'll send Sabretooth and Lady Deathstrike to help you. They are the best among Level 3 Mutants."
Colonel Stryker thought for a moment and replied.
"Even if something unexpected happened to that Mutant Research Base, they can handle it."
...
Detroit Mutant Research Base.
Ian was sitting in Lab 014 in the experimental area, with eight holes on each of the two walls.
At this moment, these eight holes were spewing scorching flames, emitting terrifying high temperatures, maintaining the temperature in the entire laboratory at around 1000 degrees Celsius.
This laboratory was where Researcher Smith used to study some heat-resistant Mutant abilities.
Now, the entire research base had been occupied by Ianand the Mutants, so this laboratory had become the place for Ian's Energy Absorption.
I have to say, having such experimental conditions was indeed very helpful for Ian's Energy Absorption.
But unfortunately, although the thermal energy was very sufficient, it was still a bit inferior compared to radiation energy.
Ian stayed in the laboratory for two full hours before he felt the Bio-electricity in his body had replenished a bit, probably about one-fifth.
"It's a pity that pure thermal energy doesn't seem to be of much use to me."
Ian thought to himself.
"If I could withstand the terrifying high temperature of the sun, I could run directly into the sun and absorb solar radiation energy, thermal energy, light energy, and gravitational energy..."
"If that were the case... I dare not imagine how strong my power would be."
As the saying goes, wanting to fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, that is exactly it.
Just as he was preparing to end this Energy Absorptioncultivation.
"Ian, can... can you hear me?"
An intermittent female voice came from his ear.
Ian was slightly stunned, then immediately recognized the voice.
This is... Emma!
What happened to her?
Chapter 42: The Upcoming War in the Marvel Universe, New Mount Queen Maeve
"What's wrong, Emma?"
Ian changed his clothes and rushed into Emma's room.
Among these Mutants, Emma was considered one of the powerful ones.
She not only possessed telepathic abilities but could also help Ian achieve spiritual sublimation at critical moments.
She was absolutely Ian's powerful assistant.
So, upon hearing Emma's voice ring in his ears, he hurried over immediately.
"It's nothing."
Emma, wrapped in a blanket, shook her head, a slightly weak expression appearing on her face.
She sat on the bed, her slender back leaning against two stacked pillows, her long, full thighs wrapped in a gray blanket, revealing only a pair of jade-like, warm feet.
"It's just that I've initially gained control over my abilities, but I can't fully master them yet, so I had to come to you."
Upon hearing her reply, Ian was suddenly enlightened, but following that, a doubt arose in the depths of his heart.
Just what level was Emma's telepathic ability?
Westchester, New York, Xavier Estate.
This was the private estate passed down for ten generations in Professor X's family, and also the place he had transformed into the headquarters for the X-Mansion.
Just as Emma was gaining initial control over her telepathic powers.
Professor X, sitting in his wheelchair, suddenly opened his eyes, a look of solemnity appearing on his face.
"What's wrong, Professor X?"
Cyclops Scott Summers stood by Professor X's desk, holding a tablet computer.
"Scott, I have sensed two unusual Mutants."
Professor X sat up straight, his voice becoming low.
Two Mutants?
Scott looked at Professor X with some confusion. Seeing the solemn expression on his face, Scott's expression also changed.
"Professor, what kind of Mutants did you perceive?"
Logically speaking, Professor X often sensed Mutants outside and sent the X-Men out.
But even so, Professor X had never displayed such a solemn expression.
"Is there something special about those two Mutants?"
Scott asked, puzzled.
"I sensed a massive energy source from them."
Professor X's face was solemn. Recalling the terrifying brainwaves he had just sensed, he couldn't help but be startled.
Even as a Level 4 Mutant, he was shocked after sensing such terrifying energy.
"Scott, we must find them immediately."
"Except for Jean, I have never sensed such terrifying energy. One of the Mutants is very likely a Level 5 Mutant just like Jean!"
As he spoke, Professor X's tone became urgent.
"We must find that Mutant quickly and guide her to control her power. Otherwise, if she loses control, it will cause unprecedented, terrifying consequences!"
Power even more terrifying than Jean's?
Scott watched Professor X's reaction, stunned on the spot.
No one knew better than him what kind of terrifying power Jean possessed, yet today Professor X was telling him that someone else possessed power equal to Jean's?
How the hell is that possible?!
After hesitating for a moment, Scott asked doubtfully:
"But Professor, if you want me to find that Mutant, you have to at least tell me the specific location, right?"
Upon hearing this, Professor X frowned tightly.
"I can't sense them anymore."
"But you can go towards Detroit to look. I vaguely remember those two Mutants seemed to be over there."
"One of them is suspected to be a Level 5 Mutant, while the other... is just a Level 3 Mutant."
The Boys Universe.
Vought Tower, inside the B3 Enriched Uranium Laboratory.
Ian stood in the center of the laboratory, and the glowing enriched uranium continued to release radiation.
Compared to before, his cellular activity had increased by more than just a little.
The speed of his Bio-electricity rotation in his chest was also faster than before; it was estimated that his explosive power and speed would far exceed what they were previously.
But as time passed, Ian could gradually feel that his body had reached its limit.
Continuing to stay there would not yield significant improvements.
"The human body is too weak after all."
Ian shook his head lightly and walked out of the laboratory.
Since the last time he absorbed Lamplighter's life, Ian had spent almost two hours in the radiation room every day.
Now, if he were to face his past self, there would be no suspense; he could take on two of them.
"I wonder when I'll be able to fast-forward to the stage of 'not being human' anymore."
Sitting in the office, Ian checked Dr. Vogelbaum's recent research progress report and, by the way, provided Queen Maeve with some rich protein.
Knock, knock, knock!!
A knock on the door came suddenly from outside.
"BOSS, I have something very urgent to report."
It was Grace's voice.
Beside him, Queen Maeve quickly stood up, brushed her long red hair with her right hand, and patted her flushed cheeks, looking like she had done something guilty.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Grace walked in quickly, her face slightly anxious.
"BOSS, Homelander has gone to Harmony Fort."
Ian frowned: "What is he doing at Harmony Fort?"
"It might be related to the compound v we are looking for."
Grace explained quickly.
"You know, compound v is very important for Dr. Vogelbaum's research on compound vi."
"Homelander is very likely wanting to go to Harmony Fortto snatch the compound v we need!"
"It seems I have to go there personally."
Ian's face was gloomy, the light hitting his cold face, full of oppressive force.
"Do you need me to prepare a helicopter?" Grace said, "Harmony Fort is located in the suburbs six hundred kilometers outside of New York. It will be faster if we have a helicopter."
"No need."
Ian shook his head, then, under Grace's confused gaze, turned to look at Queen Maeve beside him.
"Having Queen Maeve is enough."
"Huh?" Queen Maeve was dumbfounded, pointing at herself, "Me?"
"Yes, that's right, you."
Ian nodded affirmatively.
"I've checked your files; you can fly at supersonic speeds, which is much faster than a helicopter."
"So I don't need to take any helicopter, I just need to ride you there."
Queen Maeve: "..."
What is this guy's brain made of?
He has a helicopter but refuses to take it, insisting on riding a person?
Regarding Queen Maeve's confusion, Ian was unaware, and of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
After all.
With such a useful subordinate, he would only take that cold helicopter if he were full.
Forced by Ian's tyranny, Queen Maeve eventually let him sit on her back, carrying him across the high sky, straight to Harmony Fort.
And at this very moment.
A fierce three-way battle was taking place at Harmony Fort.
Chapter 43: Compared to Ian, Homelander is like a tiny toothpick
At this very moment, inside a dark, abandoned underground laboratory at Harmony Fort, a righteous brawl was underway.
"Oi! Hughie, run this way!"
The Green-Hatted William Butcher shouted. A few days ago, he had planted eavesdropping devices and GPS trackers in The Seven's vehicle.
He had originally intended to eavesdrop on the secrets of the other Supes besides Homelander, using that information to blackmail those guys and infiltrate Vought Tower.
And then.
He discovered The Deep, Starlight, A-Train, and a woman who seemed to be a new addition to The Seven, preparing to come to Harmony Fort to obtain something that could make Supes' powers stronger.
With the goal of exterminating all Supes in the world, William Butcher brought along Hughie, whose girlfriend had been killed by A-Train, and rushed over.
But as luck would have it, it wasn't just The Boys tailing The Deep and his group; Homelander was following them too.
Upon hearing William Butcher's words, Hughie hurriedly turned and ran.
But unfortunately, how could the speed of an ordinary person compare to Homelander?
Homelander just grinned coldly, his entire body instantly turning into a blur, appearing in front of Hughie in a fraction of a second.
"Hughie, you spineless coward, I didn't expect you to dare to come here with William Butcher."
"Holy shit!" Hughie was greatly shocked and immediately prepared to stop his momentum and turn around to run.
But unfortunately, he had already used up all his strength running away just now and couldn't brake at all at this moment.
He was about to crash into Homelander, engaging in a passionate and thrilling "kiss."
Homelander raised an eyebrow and grinned, revealing a classic smile.
"Hughie, this is only our third meeting, you're being too enthusiastic."
"But I think... I still have to teach you a lesson."
As he finished speaking, Homelander immediately slapped him across the face.
Bang!!
The massive force exploded instantly, and Hughie felt as if his face had been crushed by A-Train's Russian sit-down.
He was instantly sent flying by Homelander, crashing heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Blood spilled from the corner of Hughie's mouth, pooling on the ground like spilled red wine.
A thick scent of blood permeated the air, the pungent smell assaulting everyone's nerves.
"Shit!" William Butcher cursed angrily and immediately rushed to Hughie's side, hurriedly checking the poor guy's injuries.
Meanwhile, by the laboratory corridor on the front left, Starlight's eyes glowed with cold light, her hands raised, light shimmering.
Her face was full of gravity as she demanded, "Homelander, what are you doing?!"
Upon hearing this, Homelander turned to look at her and chuckled, "I'm not doing anything, Starlight. We're a team, aren't we?"
As he spoke, his gaze swept over The Deep, A-Train, and... the new member of The Seven, who was wearing a black bodysuit and staring at him with a frown.
"Ian sent you all here to find compound v, and I feel that as the leader of The Seven, I naturally have an obligation to come and help."
"Homelander?" Clara stepped forward, frowning as she sized up the man in the dark blue bodysuit before her.
"They all say... you are the strongest superhero in Vought International?"
"No." Homelander shook his head, grinned, and replied in a low voice, "I am the strongest and greatest superhero in the world."
Hearing this, Clara rolled her eyes, looking speechlessly at the arrogant fool wrapped in a bodysuit with a head of yellow hair.
Ever since Ian brought her back to Vought International, she had heard about Homelander.
The guy could fly, possessed Super Durability, Laser Vision, and other abilities, and was the leader of The Seven.
However, after meeting Homelander today, Clara felt somewhat disappointed.
Because compared to Ian, the Homelander before her looked like a child with powerful abilities.
He liked to show off and liked to mess around.
Of course, the most important thing was that... Homelander's abilities didn't seem as strong as Ian's.
If Ian gave her the feeling of a great white shark lurking on the ocean floor, uninhibited and fearless, then Homelanderwas at best equivalent to a clownfish that liked to show off.
"Before I came here, I thought you would be very strong, at least on par with the previous generation's Soldier Boy."
Clara shook her head, a look of disappointment on her face, and her eyes were full of disdain as she looked at Homelander.
"You don't look like much, just like a kindergartner who got Superpowers."
"It's truly disappointing; you don't deserve the title of the strongest and greatest at all."
Homelander was stunned. This was the first time someone had dared to say this to his face.
In his view, ever since he became a member of The Seven, even Stan Edgar had been polite to him, and the other members of The Seven were even more respectful to him.
And there was Madelyn; Madelyn had always supported him, saying he was the greatest and strongest superhero in the world.
How could he not be the strongest and greatest superhero in the world?!
"Fuck!"
Homelander's face twitched visibly, and then, full of rage, his eyes glowed with a crimson light as he glared at Clara.
"You damn woman, shut up! I am Homelander, the leader of The Seven, and I have almost 96% approval rating across America."
"And you are just a bitch who just joined The Seven. What right do you have to lecture me?"
"You really are a child." Clara rolled her eyes. "Are you here to help us seize compound v?"
"Before, yes, but now... no!"
Homelander roared, his eyes suddenly bursting with Laser Vision, shooting fiercely toward Clara.
He wanted to teach this woman a lesson and let her know that he was the core of The Seven!
However.
Clara had already faced Ian's Laser Vision; compared to Ian, Homelander's Laser Vision was pitifully thin.
And.
The temperature wasn't high enough either. She didn't even need to dodge; just by standing there, she blocked Homelander's Laser Vision.
Clara shook her head and continued to mock him, "Weak, you're just too weak. Compared to Ian's Laser Vision, you're practically like a tiny toothpick."
"A... a tiny toothpick?!"
Homelander stood there, even more furious now.
It was like having a beautiful woman standing in front of you, saying that another man's manhood was like a tree trunk compared to yours, which was like a toothpick.
This was a matter involving a man's dignity; how could he endure it?!
"Goddamn it! Go to hell!"
Homelander's face was twisted in rage as he roared, increasing the output of the Laser Vision from his eyes, wanting to finish off the Clara in front of him.
"Fuck you! Homelander!!"
At this moment, William Butcher's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Following closely, a pitch-black crowbar tore through the air, smashing fiercely toward the critical area between Homelander's legs.
!!!
Homelander: Oh no, my balls!!
Chapter 44: Homelander, I Am Actually Your Father!
It is well known that Homelander possesses Super Durability. Just how strong is this Super Durability?
In the show The Boys, when Homelander first appears, he faces the continuous gunfire of robbers, walking toward them calmly and composedly.
Even his clothes were not torn by the bullets.
This is enough to show just how terrifying Homelander's Super Durability truly is. It can be called the strongest shield!
And the crowbar is known as the holy sword of physics. In various movies, anime, and games, it is a more practical and lethal weapon than wrenches, daggers, or longswords. It can be called the strongest spear.
And at this very moment, this strongest spear is about to be thrust toward the strongest shield—in the direction of his balls. What will the answer be? The answer, of course, is...
"Shit!"
Homelander reacted quickly, then followed his brain's instinct, subconsciously using his super speed to dodge forward.
He instantly turned into a visible afterimage, shattering the air and emitting a sharp sonic boom.
And this extremely insidious crowbar strike from William Butcher simply missed. What a pity.
"William Butcher!" Homelander's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, his eyes staring fixedly at him, as if he wanted to devour this guy.
"Why are you calling for Daddy?" William Butcher grinned, revealing a mocking sneer, then shouldered the crowbar, his face full of mockery.
"You're dead meat," Homelander said coldly. His eyes peered through the skin and skull of William Butcher's head, seeing the brain inside and... the brain tumor.
"What the fuck, you're already a dead man anyway! In three months, you'll be dead!"
William Butcher didn't refute him, just shook his head and sneered. "So... what of it? Isn't it normal for a father to discipline his son?"
Hearing this, the look in Homelander's eyes when he looked at William Butcher instantly turned icy. He didn't even need to think to know that the crowbar couldn't break his defense, but that bastard William Butcher actually attacked that spot!
Furthermore, claiming to be his father verbally was something Homelander couldn't stand the most. Because he had no father, and no mother; he grew up in a laboratory at Vought International from a young age.
Vought International was his home, but... he didn't have any family!
Thinking of this, Homelander's rage instantly erupted like a volcano. His eyes glowed red as he prepared to use Laser Vision to ruthlessly blast the bastard William Butcher to death.
"Go to hell, William Butcher!"
However, before William Butcher and Homelander could react, a beam of light, thicker than a forearm and red as fire, suddenly shot in from outside.
The ions in the air were rapidly ionized, producing crackling electric arcs like little blue snakes.
Then... under the stunned gazes of everyone, this Laser Vision slammed into William Butcher's chest.
The terrifying high temperature of hundreds of thousands of degrees instantly melted and pierced through William Butcher's chest, then without stopping, it continued to shoot through the floor, scorching the earth, until it finally disappeared completely.
William Butcher collapsed powerlessly to the ground. In his dying moments, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a tall, Asian man wearing black casual clothes. Who... is this?!
William Butcher was filled with doubt, but his body couldn't hold on anymore; he could only slowly close his eyes, swallowed by death and darkness.
Seeing William Butcher dead, Homelander was happy at first, but then, as if realizing something, he suddenly raised his head and looked toward the laboratory door.
At the door stood a tall figure, his face shrouded in shadow, making his features unclear.
Homelander could clearly see the deep contours of his features, and... eyes filled with electric arcs and flickering red light.
An aura as fierce as a beast rushed toward him, causing Homelander's pupils to shrink suddenly, and his heart even skipped a beat.
"Homelander?" He heard a low and hoarse voice come from the man's mouth.
Not only that, but Queen Maeve, with her red hair and silver standard-issue combat suit, was standing behind the man.
The terrifying sense of oppression instantly rushed toward him like a physical force, making Homelander swallow involuntarily and take a step back.
At this moment, Homelander didn't have time to think about why Ian had killed William Butcher directly. Because he felt that the man in front of him was very fucking dangerous, and if he wasn't careful, he might very well fall here himself.
"Shit! Didn't Madelyn say that Ian and I were on the same level?" Homelander thought to himself, "Why is the sense of oppression so strong?!"
"What are you doing here?" Ian tilted his head, his face devoid of any expression. "I recall... I didn't send you to Harmony Fort to carry out a mission, did I?"
Homelander's expression stiffened, then his eyes darted around quickly, scanning Clara, Starlight, The Deep, and A-Train standing nearby.
He instantly composed himself and quickly explained: "I... I just came over to help them. As the leader of The Seven, I have the responsibility to help my teammates, right?"
Ian stepped forward, walking step by step to Homelander, his aura undiminished.
"But how come I heard... you came here to steal compound v?"
Upon hearing this, Homelander was shocked. How did this guy know his true intentions?
Moreover... what surprised him even more was that when he used his X-ray vision on Ian's body, all he could see was a slowly rotating blue electric current?
"Uh... maybe your information is wrong?" Homelander gave a sheepish smile, then strode over to The Deep, wrapping his right arm around him, wearing a friendly "friends for life" smile.
"Look, my relationship with Kevin and the others is so good, how could I possibly come here to steal compound v?"
"He really did try to kill us just now, and then steal the compound v." Clara's voice rang out unexpectedly.
Ian turned to look at Homelander, his brows slightly furrowed. "It seems... you don't want to appear as friendly as all that, Homelander."
Homelander: "..." What is going on? Why does he have the feeling of a primary school student who did something wrong, got caught by his parents, and is about to get a mixed-gender beating?
"Lis... listen to me, Ian, it's not what you think." Homelander felt his voice trembling. Wtf, when had he ever acted this weak and this subservient?
"Oh?" Ian raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Then what is it like?"
In the world of The Boys, as long as Soldier Boy has not been deployed, Homelander is indeed an invincible existence.
And Ian didn't mind keeping Homelander in his grasp and having him run errands. After all, some things could be handled by subordinates; he didn't need to do it himself.
"I..." Homelander was stunned by Ian's question. "Shit! How did I become this weak?"
He clenched his fists, his eyes suddenly glowing with red light, staring intensely at Ian in front of him.
"Sir, I've said what needs to be said. If you still don't believe me, then there's nothing I can do."
Seeing Homelander hissing like a bristling cat, Ian shook his head expressionlessly. "You're finally not as spineless as you were just now. Honestly, seeing you act weak and retreating earlier, I was really quite disappointed."
"After all... John, I am actually your father."
Homelander:???
Chapter 45: Homelander, Bamboozled
"What?"
In the cramped, dimly lit abandoned laboratory.
Homelander stared at Ian in front of him with a completely bewildered expression, seemingly unable to believe what he had just heard.
"You... what did you just say?"
"I said I am your father."
Ian nodded, his expression gradually becoming complex, and his tone grew heavy.
"I am your dad."
Silence.
The entire abandoned laboratory instantly fell into a deathly silence.
Clara covered her mouth with her right hand, watching the two men in front of her with the look of someone enjoying a good show.
No wonder she always felt Homelander's Superpowerswere somewhat similar to Ian's; so Homelander was Ian's son?
And...
She took a deep look at Ian, her eyes flashing with a hint of confusion in addition to a trace of infatuation.
When did Vought International create such a powerful super-human like... Ian?
Why hadn't she known any information about him before?
Not only her, but The Deep, who was being held by Homelander, was stunned in place upon hearing such a bombshell.
Then, he turned his head to look at A-Train, who was standing beside him with a surprised expression.
He could clearly see extremely rich expressions of shock, surprise, and disbelief on the face of A-Train, the black man.
Of course, there was even more of a "just got some juicy gossip" look.
Starlight, standing nearby, even wanted to take out her phone from her pocket to record this moment of such a major revelation.
But unfortunately, the uniforms Vought International gave them didn't have pockets, so her phone was still in the car outside.
"Shit! Is it necessary for you to insult me like this? You aren't even a white man!"
Homelander laughed in anger; he felt as if he had been thoroughly toyed with by the guy in front of him.
"First you intimidated me, making me feel fear, and then you suddenly spout nonsense about being my father?"
"Do you think it's fun to play with my emotions like this?"
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly gathered red light, and his face was full of anger.
"I am Homelander! The most powerful and greatest superhero in the world!!"
"Indeed," Ian nodded. "If it weren't for me, you might have truly become the strongest superhero in the world."
"But unfortunately, I am your dad."
Ian sighed and reached out to pat Homelander on the shoulder.
Then.
Under Homelander's angry gaze, his eyes gathered a red glow that was thicker, brighter, and even had lightning dancing within it, more so than Homelander's.
"See? How could a son's Superpowers be stronger than his father's?"
Looking at the red glow in the other's eyes that was even more intense than his own, Homelander couldn't help but swallow hard.
"But the problem is... you're an Asian, and I'm a white man!"
"Listen to me explain."
Ian didn't change his expression, spouting nonsense with a straight face.
"Back in 1980, Vought International extracted DNA from an ultimate super-human who had been injected with compound v."
"They wanted Dr. Vogelbaum to create a controllable super-human god for Vought International."
"And later, they succeeded, using that ultimate super-human's DNA to cultivate a boy."
"And that boy was named..."
"John."
Ian nodded slightly, patted Homelander's shoulder, and said solemnly.
"Which is you, Homelander."
"WTF?" Homelander's face twitched slightly.
He felt everything Ian said was just too absurd.
How could this Asian person in front of him possibly be his biological father?
The guy clearly looked to be in his early twenties, while he himself was already in his thirties.
This bullshit has to have some basis in fact, right?
"Do you think... I'd believe that?" Homelander suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and continued, "You look so young, and you're an Asian..."
"How could you possibly be my father?!"
As a lab baby with no father or mother, what Homelanderhated most was his childhood, which was dark, sunless, and only had a small blanket.
If he had stayed in the laboratory the whole time and hadn't seen the beauty of the outside world, he might not have felt anything.
But the problem was...
He had come out!
He had come out of the laboratory!!
After coming out of the laboratory, John realized—
It turned out those children all had parents, it turned out those children all had breast milk to drink when they were small, it turned out those children could go to amusement parks with their parents on weekends...
And what about him?
What did his childhood have?
Air filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant?
A cramped laboratory that was nothing but bright silver?
Or that damn blue blanket that accompanied his entire childhood?!
If he hadn't seen those beautiful things, hadn't seen how happy other children's childhoods were, John wouldn't have felt so sad in his heart.
But he had seen it!
And now, this damn Asian in front of him was using such things to bamboozle him; was this some kind of alternative insult?!
"If you can't provide evidence..."
Homelander's eyes turned scarlet again, and thick white smoke gradually began to drift up.
His voice gradually became somewhat choked, but it was filled with anger.
"I will kill you, even if it costs me my life!"
He could not allow anyone to use parents to insult him.
Even if it were God, it wouldn't be allowed!!
"Ever since you were created, I have been under house arrest by Vought International."
Ian continued. Ever since he arrived in this world, he had been thinking about how to treat Homelander.
After all.
In the original series, Homelander was just a lab baby with a miserable childhood.
The series of actions that followed were nothing more than him trying to heal his childhood with his whole life.
And now, while Homelander hadn't lost control yet, hadn't gone completely crazy.
He could completely take Homelander in as his son and train him as a qualified subordinate.
"It wasn't until this March that I found an opportunity to escape, kill Stan Edgar, and take back control of Vought International."
Feeling the sincerity in Ian's gaze, Homelander's heart trembled slightly.
This look of cherishing a child seemed... quite real?
Could everything the other person said be true?
"No, you look to be in your early twenties now, how do you explain that?"
Homelander retreated again and again, his face full of hesitation and suspicion.
"Because what I injected..." Ian nodded, "was first-generation compound v."
"First-generation compound v... is different from other versions of compound v."
"Its fatality rate is higher, but at the same time, as long as the injector can survive it, they can... live forever!"
"So although I look like I'm in my early twenties, my actual age is over seventy."
"That's correct."
Standing by the abandoned lab bench with her arms crossed, Clara also nodded.
"First-generation compound v indeed has this ability; I have also lived for over a hundred years."
Rumble!!
Thunder rumbled outside, and lightning suddenly flashed, illuminating the window of the abandoned laboratory for a moment.
Homelander's eyes wavered slightly; the person in front of him possessed the same Superpowers as him, and what he said seemed to be true...
"John, I am sorry for being absent during your childhood. If you had been raised by me, perhaps you would be better, and stronger."
Ian took a deep breath and continued to bamboozle him.
"But there is nothing perfect in this world, but fortunately... I have already killed the person who tore us apart."
"Child, ever since I took control of Vought International, I have been thinking every day about how to reveal all of this to you."
"And today, after saying it all, I feel much better. I only hope you don't blame me, your father."
"After all... I was indeed absent from your childhood."
"I... I won't blame you."
Feeling the sincere and heartfelt love from Ian, Homelander froze completely in place.
At this moment, The Seven, Vought International, and fans were all cast to the back of his mind.
Now, he was just a child reuniting with his father!
Crystal-clear liquid swirled in his eye sockets, carrying a hint of warmth.
This was liquid other than rain and snow; this was... tears.
"Father."
He couldn't help but shout it out, but his super-brain made him suppress the emotions in his heart.
After all.
There was no concrete scientific evidence yet to show that he and the other person had a blood relationship.
Homelander decided that once he returned to Vought International, he would have someone do a paternity test in private.
And now... he should first figure out the other person's intentions.
"Since you have already injected first-generation compound v, why did you send them to look for first-generation compound v?"
"To create sixth-generation compound v and forge an era of universal Superpowers!"
Chapter 46: He is also Soldier Boy's brother, Quinn
"An era of universal Superpowers?!"
Upon hearing this idea, Homelander instinctively felt that the man before him was crazy.
After all, although compound v could grant ordinary people powerful Superpowers akin to gods.
The price was an extremely terrifying mortality rate, and the Superpowers were completely random.
Even if one survived the injection of compound v, if one was unlucky, it was very possible to randomly end up with a Superpower like attacking people with one's testicles.
Yeah, that's right, in the show "The Boys," there was such an abstract character. Attacking people with testicles.
"Are you really going to do this?"
Seeing Ian's serious expression and confirming that he wasn't joking, Homelander couldn't help but ask.
"Of course," Ian replied, "I had Dr. Vogelbaum lead people to research compound vi precisely to usher in a new era for humanity."
Although the goal was to fulfill the last wish of the Ianfrom "The Boys," Ian, who had been a troll in his past life, still felt he needed to wave a banner of nobility.
Otherwise, what would happen if the whole world knew he was up to no good and turned against him?
Should he defeat the damn world by himself?
"Then what about him?" Clara pointed to the cuckold William Butcher, who had fallen to the ground and become a corpse.
Ian swept his gaze over the corpse, and information related to him surfaced in his mind.
In the show "The Boys," after being cuckolded by Homelander, he still had to protect his wife, Becca, and Ryan, the son born to Homelander.
"Tsk... what a cuck."
Ian shook his head, his eyes full of disdain as he looked at William Butcher's corpse.
In his past life, he had encountered a similar content creator on Bilibili.
They always claimed to be clear-headed about the world, but when it came to their own situations, they turned into total simps, throwing away massive wealth just to be a cuck.
This made Ian wonder, are there really so many simps in the new era?
And... there's that guy Ryan, he's just the worst of the worst.
Ian decided that once he got the formula for compound vthis time, he would go back and fetch Ryan.
He would let this guy thoroughly enjoy the childhood experiences of Homelander, and then take him in as a subordinate.
With Homelander and Ryan in hand, there would be no one in this world who could stop the Vought Internationalunder his control.
"Let's just say Starlight killed him."
Starlight:??? No, I'm still a newbie. Do I have to take such a heavy rap just after joining The Seven?
Starlight felt she was bearing weight she shouldn't have to at her age.
"Just kidding," Ian smiled at Starlight, "Naturally, I wouldn't let my subordinates take the rap."
He turned his head, fixed his gaze on Hughie, and continued:
"Tell the CIA and the outside world later that William Butcher wanted Hughie's hook, but Hughie refused."
"Then, in a panic, he picked up a wild shotgun and fired a shot into William Butcher's chest."
Everyone present: "..."
A wild shotgun... How the hell is that possible?
Do you think the CIA and the public outside will believe such a ridiculous excuse?
Regardless, Hughie was definitely going to take the rap for William Butcher's murder.
Ian wasn't afraid that his made-up excuse would be seen through by the CIA; his strength was enough to dominate the entire world of The Boys.
Moreover, he now had The Seven under his command; although these guys were still very rough in their use of their powers.
But as long as they were properly trained, these people would surely be able to unleash combat power far exceeding what they had before.
Wouldn't taking out a tiny CIA be more than enough?
Furthermore, in the show "The Boys," Homelandereventually ruled over the entire America.
He possessed even more formidable strength than Homelander; if he were interested, he could also become the ancestor of America.
But unfortunately, for Ian, ruling a country wasn't as good as sleeping with a few more women and enjoying life a bit more.
After all, he transmigrated just to enjoy life.
The group walked along the corridors inside Harmony Fort, checking every room along the way.
At the end of the corridor was an iron door that looked like a utility room, with a thick layer of dust on the doorknob.
The Deep walked in front, placed his right hand on the doorknob, and pushed the door open, only to find that it wasn't a utility room inside, but a concrete staircase extending downwards.
On the walls below, every few meters, an old emergency light emitted a dim yellow glow, barely illuminating the steps below.
A damp, pungent odor mixed with something like disinfectant and metallic rust hit them, causing everyone to wrinkle their noses involuntarily.
"This place... smells like a morgue." A-Train frowned and muttered a complaint.
But no one responded to him. Everyone followed Ianinside. At the end of the stairs was a heavy metal blast door.
The yellow radiation warning sign on the door had faded and become mottled, but the outline of the trefoil symbol could still be recognized.
Creak~ Ian reached out and pushed the door open. The door hinges let out a sharp metallic screeching sound that echoed for a long time in the empty underground space.
Behind the door was a huge underground laboratory, with an area equivalent to a basketball court.
On the surrounding walls, decommissioned server cabinets and experimental equipment were lined up.
On the ceiling, most of the hanging fluorescent tubes had burned out, with only a few still stubbornly flickering, illuminating the entire underground laboratory with a dim, wavering light.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the wall in the very center.
The entire wall was covered by a layer of grayish-white organic matter, with an uneven surface, like some kind of giant fungal mat, or as if it were a honeycomb structure magnified countless times.
That organic matter spread from the wall to the floor and ceiling, wrapping all the dozen or so experimental equipment around it.
Pipes and cables were squeezed and deformed, sticking out messily from the gaps in the organic matter.
And in the very center of that wall, where the organic matter was most dense, a person was embedded.
Strictly speaking, it was a human-shaped outline.
His limbs and torso were completely wrapped by that layer of grayish-white organic matter, with only his head exposed.
Ian fixed his gaze on the other person's head and could clearly see a painful, twisted face.
The skin of that face was grayish-black, the contours of the cheekbones and brow ridges were clearly visible, and the eye sockets were deep.
Clearly, this was a Superhuman connected to the plants and this wall!
"Holy shit!" Upon seeing this guy, Homelander couldn't help but take two steps back, his face full of surprise.
"This guy is still alive? I can still hear his heartbeat, how is that possible?"
"Is this some kind of horror movie monster?" A-Trainfrowned tightly, a somewhat disgusted expression on his face, as if he had seen something truly terrifying.
"Oh shit!" The Deep's face was full of surprise. "I didn't expect that in this godforsaken place, there was actually a Superhuman hidden. Bro, are you okay?"
"Gentlemen, I think we should turn on the lights? This place is really too dark." Clara complained, then turned to look at Starlight, who was wearing a yellow and white combat suit nearby.
"Ms. Starlight, could you please use your powers to light us up?"
"Uh... okay." Starlight nodded, and then her hands began to glow, lighting up the entire room and acting as a light bulb.
"Who is he?" Homelander, The Deep, A-Train, and Starlight all turned to look at Ian, who had walked up to this Superhuman.
"A failure of the first generation Superhuman project, Quinn."
Ian walked slowly to the wall, looking at the Superhuman in front of him with a calm expression.
"At the same time, he is also the brother of the strongest Superhuman of that era — Soldier Boy."
Chapter 47: How can a fake mom compare to a real dad?
"Why are you..."
Clara had just started to say something, when suddenly a beam of Laser Vision tore through the air and struck her hard.
Although she didn't fall to the ground, the unexpected attack sent her staggering two steps to the left.
"Shit!"
Clara quickly looked up, glaring at Homelander, whose eyes were glowing red.
"What the f*cking hell are you doing?!"
"Fuck!" Homelander cursed, "You damn woman, how dare you talk to me like that just now?"
"I am Homelander! The most powerful, the greatest superhero in the world!"
"As long as I want to, I can do anything I f*cking want to do, and now I'm going to let you ungrateful woman know the power of Homelander!!"
As the words fell, Homelander's eyes shot out red Laser Vision again, striking Clara hard.
But this time, Clara was prepared and blocked Homelander's Laser Vision directly.
However, while continuing to fire his Laser Vision, Homelander stomped his foot violently.
Boom!!
His entire body instantly broke through the air, like a cannonball, smashing into Clara.
It wasn't just Homelander and Clara; The Deep and A-Train were fighting too.
However, their fighting style seemed a bit more normal.
A-Train punched The Deep in the lower body, shouting angrily:
"I've long found you, the guy who dates fish, unpleasant, and last time you even tried to throw away my salmon!"
"You think I'm used to you?"
The Deep also threw a punch at A-Train's unprotected lower body.
"Damn n-word, you should just stay in that neighborhood!"
The two swung their fists at each other's lower bodies, their faces twisted, like ancient emperors, frantically trying to suppress all enemies.
Starlight raised her hands high, both palms glowing with dazzling light, her eyes even more blinding, and turned to look at Ian, who was standing in front of Quinn.
However.
Before Starlight could rush over, Ian punched her hard in the abdomen.
Bang!!
The air was instantly blasted, and countless turbulent currents swept wildly in all directions.
The terrifying power instantly caused Starlight to curl up like a boiled shrimp, retching uncontrollably.
Grabbing the incapacitated Starlight with one hand, Ianfixed his gaze on Quinn's disfigured face, which was almost enough to scare a child to tears.
"You released rage spores? Wanting them to kill each other, and then you'd be safe?"
Quinn did not answer; ever since the experiment failed and he turned into this vegetable-like state, he had lost the ability to move or speak.
But Ian knew that this guy had merged with plants and was constantly releasing rage spores that made people and animals irritable.
The reason Homelander attacked Clara just now was likely due to these rage spores.
Ian casually raised his right hand, blocking a stray beam of Laser Vision from Homelander, and nodded thoughtfully.
"Where is the compound v? Quinn, I know you are a World War II veteran of America, with distinguished military service."
"But your brother... Soldier Boy is clearly more glorious than you are now, isn't he?"
"Your brother was a coward, but in that experiment, he was reborn as the strongest superhuman in the world, and you..."
Ian said, looking Quinn up and down, shaking his head with a face full of disappointment.
"You can only curl up in this place, living as a vegetable, unable to even speak."
"You... what do you... want to f*cking do?!"
The intermittent voice came from beside his ear.
This was not Quinn speaking, but rather the spores drifting in the air at an unusual speed, mixed with the sound of the wind, forming a voice similar to a human voice.
Ian raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting the other party to communicate with him in this form.
As expected of an old thing that has lived for over eighty years.
"What I want is very simple, just the compound v, of course, its formula would also work."
He said sternly.
"I... why should I... why should I help you?"
The voice continued to come intermittently.
Ian grinned: "Do you want to stay in this place for the rest of your life, living as a vegetable?"
"Ever since you became a vegetable, the glory you accumulated and the distinguished military service you achieved have all turned into vanity."
"But I can let you leave this place again, let you... settle old scores with that brother you look down on."
Hearing this, Quinn widened his eyes, looking at Ian in front of him with amazement, seemingly unable to believe what he had just heard.
"Re... really... can you?"
"Of course." Ian nodded, "As long as Dr. Vogelbaum develops a stronger sixth-generation compound v, I can completely let you walk out of here."
Quinn hesitated, stared at Ian for a few moments, and finally had no choice but to believe him.
After all.
He had been in this dark, sunless ghost place for over eighty years.
If he didn't get out again, he was afraid he would never have the chance to leave.
And.
He still had a brother.
That brother who became Soldier Boy and usurped his glory — Benjamin.
"Fine, I agree."
Hearing this, Ian nodded with satisfaction, while behind him, Homelander was still fighting Clara.
As for The Deep and A-Train, they were kneeling on the ground, their hands helplessly covering their lower bodies.
...
After obtaining the formula for compound v from Quinn, and incidentally getting some flesh and blood tissue.
Ian put his hands behind his back and led The Seven back to Vought Tower.
On the flight back, Homelander, carrying The Deep, glanced at Ian with lingering fear.
Just a moment ago, when he was fighting Clara, the other party almost severely injured him with a single punch...
With such terrifying strength, just how strong was Ian?
Not just him, Clara was also wondering in her heart if Ianwas one of the secret research projects of that damn old idiot, Dr. Vought.
After all.
In that era, the willpower of the Chinese people was famous internationally for being strong.
Perhaps when Dr. Vought came to America, he had someone secretly capture a Chinese person and inject them with the first-generation compound v.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain Ian's powerful strength.
Returning to Vought Tower, before Homelander could secretly conduct a DNA test, Ian dragged him directly to the laboratory for a paternity test.
"How is it?"
Outside the laboratory, Homelander looked at Dr. Vogelbaum walking out and, like a child, rushed up to ask curiously.
Dr. Vogelbaum looked at Ian beside him with a complicated expression, his thoughts racing.
He clearly remembered that Homelander was created by himself using Soldier Boy's genes back then.
How could Homelander and Ian actually have a blood relationship now?
"Homelander, the probability that you and Mr. Ian are father and son is 99.7%."
He handed the report to Homelander, letting him see it for himself.
After Homelander saw the solid evidence on the report, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He turned to look at Ian beside him, unable to hold back his emotions, and hugged Ian directly.
"Father, I have finally found you."
Ian nodded, not expecting Quinn's flesh and blood tissue to be so useful.
And...
The superhuman genes were mostly altered, yet a DNA test could still be done.
That really takes the cake.
"Let's go, stop crying, tell me, who instigated you to go against me before?"
"It was Madelyn."
After regarding Ian as his biological father, Homelanderimmediately sold Madelyn out.
After all.
How can a fake mom compare to a real dad?
Chapter 48: What would happen if Ryan experienced Homelander's childhood?
If Homelander had any doubts before about Ian being his father...
Then, after the DNA test results came out, Homelanderwas completely convinced that his father was indeed this powerful Asian man.
After all, Ian's Superpowers were almost identical to his, perhaps even stronger. And there was the DNA test result to confirm it.
If Ian wasn't his father, who else could it be? The strongest super-human of the previous generation, Soldier Boy?
Don't make Homelander laugh. He had seen countless files on Soldier Boy and knew what a despicable person he was.
Doing meth, smoking, alcoholism, prostitution... he had done almost everything prohibited by the laws of America.
And what about Homelander? He didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do meth... his only hobby was a penchant for breast milk.
How could he possibly be related to Soldier Boy?
However, after learning from Homelander that it was Madelyn who had incited him to steal the compound v, Ianreturned straight to his office and pressed the button on his desk.
"Madelyn, get to my office immediately."
In Madelyn's office. She had originally thought that having Queen Maeve take her place in consuming Ian's protein would allow her to escape this sea of suffering.
As long as she waited for Homelander to steal the compound v and then kill Ian, she would be able to rule from behind the curtain through Homelander.
Yet, she never expected that guy Ian to come looking for her again. She only hoped that pervert wouldn't kill her.
Madelyn thought anxiously, immediately rising from her office chair to adjust her clothes.
She was wearing an office lady uniform today, consisting of a white shirt on top and a black hip-hugging skirt with black stockings on the bottom.
She quickly adjusted her collar with her fingers, pulled down the hem of her skirt, and walked out of her office.
Under the cold light of the corridor, her calves, wrapped in black stockings, shimmered with a subtle matte texture, looking extremely alluring.
Soon, she arrived at Ian's office door. Knock, knock, knock!!
"Enter!" A familiar male voice came from inside.
Madelyn took a deep breath, as if preparing to meet the grim reaper, pushed the door open, and walked in.
Ian was leaning back in his spacious CEO office chair, one hand resting on the armrest, the other twirling a fountain pen, his posture as lazy as a well-fed lion.
Seeing Madelyn enter, he nodded slightly, his gaze moving down from her meticulously styled blonde hair.
From the collarbone faintly visible beneath her white shirt, to the waist and hip curves outlined by the black skirt. Finally, his eyes landed on her jade-like feet, encased in red high heels with pink nail polish.
Ian's gaze was unhurried, as if he were admiring a gift about to be unwrapped.
But after feeling his aggressive gaze, Madelyn felt somewhat uncomfortable. But even if she was uncomfortable, what could she do?
In front of Ian, she was like a ripe woman waiting to be [censored], forced to walk up to him and reveal her body.
"Mr. Ian, do you have any instructions for me?" Madelynasked, feigning calmness.
"Serve me first."
Ian placed the pen on the desk and leaned back into the chair, his meaning very clear — Madelyn had to do it herself.
Madelyn's eyelashes fluttered slightly; she had already anticipated this. Nine times out of ten, when Ian called her to his office, it was for this.
She looked down at her carefully coordinated office uniform, a trace of self-mocking laughter tugging at the corners of her lips. It was pointless to wear it, as it would have to come off sooner or later.
Madelyn's hands wandered over her body, unbuttoning buttons one by one. Under the force of gravity, the hip-hugging skirt slid down her hip bones and piled up at her ankles.
The white bra was unfastened from the front, and her long-restrained breasts bounced twice, directly breaking free. The black stockings were slowly rolled down, revealing her snow-white legs, and then Madelyn piled all her clothes to the side.
After finishing all this, she sat on Ian's lap, her large, round, snow-white breasts thrust forward.
"Oh shit!" "Oh ho ho ho..."...
Two hours passed quickly. Madelyn sat slumped on the carpet, leaning against the side of the office desk, wearing nothing but a crumpled white shirt.
A few strands of hair, soaked in sweat, stuck to her cheeks and neck, and the lipstick on her lips was smudged.
Every time she was called into Ian's office, Madelyn felt as if she had been thrown into an industrial blender. Crushed completely from the inside out, then pieced back together.
But after being put back together, she was stunned to find that a part of her had permanently taken on Ian's shape. But she was still alive. This was the only fact she could use to comfort herself. Being alive meant there was still a chance.
"Madelyn, there is something I want to ask you." After adjusting his clothes, Ian looked at the Madelyn in front of him with a post-coital expression. At this moment, having entered a state of post-clarity, he was terrifyingly rational.
"Does Homelander have a son named Ryan? A natural-born superman?"
Just as Madelyn was wondering what Ian was going to ask, this sentence instantly made her body go cold. She instinctively grabbed the collar of the white shirt draped over her, her muscles tensed.
How could Ian possibly know about this? That Homelander had a son. She had hidden this for a long time; even Stan Edgar and Homelander didn't know. How could Ian, who had just become the CEO of Vought, possibly know about this?
"You... how do you know about this?" Madelyn's voice trembled slightly.
"There is nothing in this world that I do not know, Madelyn." Ian stared intently at Madelyn, his voice cold. "Tell me where they are, otherwise... you know my methods."
Feeling Ian's gaze, Madelyn shuddered. She could feel that there seemed to be a lion in his eyes, staring fixedly at her.
If she didn't say anything, would she be killed by Ian just like Black Noir and Stan Edgar? Madelyn didn't dare to gamble, so she could only nod: "They are in a small town called Sandino in upstate New York, at 14 Maple Street."
After obtaining Ryan's location, Ian nodded in satisfaction, then reached out to press the intercom on his desk and dialed Grace's number.
"Grace, bring two people in and take Ms. Madelyn to the B3 experimental zone." "Then have Dr. Vogelbaum prepare a fully enclosed observation room and tell him that a test subject will be delivered soon."
Madelyn was stunned, her blue eyes staring blankly at Ian, and then she felt the blood in her whole body turn cold. "Wait, Mr. Ian, I..."
Ian stepped on her head, forcing Madelyn's head into intimate contact with the cold tile floor.
"Shh, don't explain, I know what you were trying to do by inciting Homelander behind my back." "So you are doomed to die."
Soon, Grace brought in two heavily armed personnel, and regardless of how Madelyn cried and begged for mercy, they dragged her straight to the B3 laboratory.
I believe Dr. Vogelbaum will certainly make Madelyn's body serve a purpose in the compound vi research project.
But for now, I need to call Homelander to go find that little bastard Ryan and bring him back to Vought Tower. Ian was very curious, what would happen if that little bastard Ryan experienced Homelander's childhood?