["Welcome everyone to Dodge's livestream."]
["I'm your good neighbor, your good friend, the guy who always brings you firsthand information. Dodge Wilson!"]
["It's been a while. A lot of people say I've fallen off."]
["That's a rumor. I'm still fighting, my friends."]
["I'm still sticking to exposing the truth for everyone!"]
["Just like this time. Homelander has once again been pushed into the eye of the storm."]
["Now even the National Security Bureau can't stand it anymore. Yeah, after all these years, what have superheroes really brought us?"]
["Are they really protecting us?"]
["Or is protecting us just a fun game in their eyes, something they don't actually care about?"]
["Otherwise, why are there so many victims of superheroes?"]
["As far as I know, many innocent people have been injured, even killed, because of superheroes."]
["I know one woman. She was rescued by a superhero, but when that hero saved her, he never considered how fragile her spine was as an ordinary person."]
["And so, unfortunately, that woman has to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair."]
["There are many more cases like this."]
["And people like these unlucky ones, injured or even killed because of superheroes, the numbers every year are shocking."]
["If you ask me, Vought Corporation should make this data public. Superheroes should obey the law, and when they're playing their hero games, they should think more about us ordinary people!"]
Inside a room, Butcher smoked a cigarette, a hint of a rogue grin on his face, watching the freelance writer in front of the phone camera, worked up and spitting as he talked.
"The viewer count is skyrocketing. Didn't expect this guy to actually know what he's doing."
Beside him, a short man fiddled with a computer.
Suddenly, a dumbbell was thrown onto the desk, almost smashing his computer.
The short man spread his hands, "Damn it, Mother's Milk. Don't just throw your stuff around."
"Shut up, Frenchie. Or do you want to have a go with me?"
A muscular dark man stood there with his hands on his hips.
Frenchie flipped him the middle finger, then said to Butcher, "Still, public opinion alone can't kill Homelander."
"And honestly, don't you think we should start with a weaker, smaller target first?"
"Like peeling an onion. We strip it layer by layer, not like this. Homelander isn't an onion. He's a cactus, and a big one."
"One wrong move, and our hands will be full of needles."
Butcher turned around and looked at his old partners. He had spent a lot of effort and spit to finally get these two troublesome guys together.
"Public opinion can't kill Homelander, but it can smear him head to toe."
"He's already in trouble. We're just adding another log to the fire."
"Whether it burns him to death or not doesn't matter. What matters is that it draws his attention away. Got it, you idiots?"
Mother's Milk checked the time, "You'd better get to the point. I still have to pick up Janine from school."
Frenchie whistled, "Wow, our Mr. Mother's Milk is still a good daddy now."
Mother's Milk grabbed him by the collar, "Say one more word and I'll stuff you in a trash can!"
"And for the record, I am a good father. Always have been."
Frenchie tapped the dark man's waist from below with a pistol, "If you don't let go, I'll treat you to a bullet. Hope you like these hard little babies."
"I've had enough, you idiots."
Butcher curled his lip, "Are ya going to keep fighting, or are ya goin' to help me keep an eye on a flashy slut?"
"Which slut?"
The Frenchman and the dark man separated.
Butcher snorted, "Popclaw. A-Train's woman."
"Maybe she knows why A-Train was running wild on the streets."
Mother's Milk spread his hands, "A-Train is already dead. Is there any point investigating him now?"
"Maybe not, but do you have a better option?"
"Or are you saying you want to go challenge Homelander one-on-one?"
Butcher pointed at the door, "If the answer is no, then do what I say."
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[Seven Tower]
After barely dealing with the reporters and already at her wits' end, Ashley received another notice. Homelander wanted to see her.
"Maybe I should just quit."
"I can't do this job anymore."
Even as she complained, before entering the command hall, Ashley quickly adjusted her emotions, put on a smile, and walked in looking energetic.
"Homelander, is there anything I can do for you?"
Alex glanced at the woman lightly and smiled, "Miss Ashley, does our company have someone who can shapeshift?"
"A shapeshifter?"
Ashley nodded, "Yes, there is such a person."
"Call him up. I need him for something."
.
.
.
Twenty-five minutes later, a sexy white woman with big wavy hair, blonde and blue-eyed, walked in.
"Good afternoon, Homelander."
Alex's eyes flickered faintly with golden light, "Show me your original form. Don't waste my time."
Seeing the lack of any smile in Alex's eyes, the blonde beauty immediately transformed, turning into a greasy, big-eared, fat-faced man.
Only then did the corner of Alex's mouth lift slightly. He turned around, facing the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"I'd like to ask you to help me with something."
The shapeshifter was flattered, "It's my honor to serve you."
Alex nodded, "Although I'm not a government official, common sense tells me this. The Supreme Court accepted the Security Bureau's charges unusually fast, and within three days had already prepared a hearing."
"That feels a bit unbelievable, as if someone behind the scenes is pushing everything along, clearing obstacles all the way."
"I know you have ways to blend into government departments, so I want you to help me find out who's doing this."
"Who wants so badly to throw me into prison."
The shapeshifter shuddered. This was not a good job. The waters here were too deep, deep enough to drown him.
He could not help but hesitate.
Alex did not rush him. He stood there with his hands behind his back, like a stone statue.
Second by second passed. The shapeshifter was sweating profusely. In the end, his fear of Alex crushed everything else.
He wiped his sweat and said, "I'll do my best to handle this."
"No. No, no."
"Doing your best isn't enough."
Alex turned around. From somewhere, a dark cloud drifted in, blocking out the sunlight and dimming the command hall.
In the shapeshifter's eyes, Homelander became an overwhelming figure of pressure. Then that figure's eyes lit up gold, as if a sun were hidden inside them.
"You have to risk your life."
"Risk your life to dig out the truth for me. Understand?"
The shapeshifter's teeth trembled slightly, "Understood, Homelander."
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