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Chapter 195 A-Zu, you are too extreme!

Being stared at with contempt by Edgar, the black-robed Homelander wished he could blow his head off immediately.

Taking a deep breath, he resisted the urge, glared at the other party fiercely, then turned and left.

Edgar was right, he had not yet made up his mind to break up completely with Walter.

If Peter does not accept my request and takes me to the farm, I will lose everything here.

Having been controlled by Walter for a long time, he was still shocked by Edgar at the final moment.

He has been in a state of conflict, unable to completely let go of the past, and not ready to embrace a new life.

After leaving Edgar's office, Homelander walked to an empty corner and punched the wall in anger and pain.

Gasping for breath, tears about to overflow from my eyes.

But he finally forced himself to hold back his tears, taking deep breaths and forcing himself to calm down.

"Hi, countryman."

A passing locomotive, not noticing the other man’s near mental breakdown, greeted him.

Hearing the sound of the locomotive, the black-robed Homelander took a deep breath and adjusted his state to face his teammates.

"What's your fucking problem?"

The Chinese looked at the locomotive holding the milk tea with an unfriendly expression.

“No, I just want to.”

Realizing that he might have damaged the vulnerable side of his countryman, his originally cheerful face immediately turned uneasy, and he nervously clenched the milk tea cup in his hand.

Fortunately, the countryman didn't bother with him and just walked past him.

He rolled his eyes at him as he passed by him, "The fastest speed in the world, what a fucking joke!"

With its back to its motherland, the mocked locomotive was about to curse "Fuck" under its breath.

But thinking about the last time when he was punished for cursing someone, he immediately swallowed the curse words in his mind.

On the other side, the black-robed Homelander who left Edgar's office immediately found Madeline, the president of Water.

Seeing Homelander coming in, Madeline closed the door.

"You shouldn't have spoken to Edgar like that today."

Madeline came over, shook his hand, and said to him, "Right now, Vought Company is busy entering the national defense industry, and the top management doesn't want anyone to affect the progress of this matter."

The black-robed Homelander looked at her expressionlessly, "I don't care about the Ministry of Defense. I just want to make sure you don't do anything to him again."

"Who?"

Madeline looked at him, wondering what had gone wrong with him.

"my father."

Homelander looked her in the eyes. "The same man you were planning to attack this morning."

"Oh my God! He's not your father."

Madeline shook her head and said to him helplessly: "You two are not related by blood. You grew up in a laboratory."

"Yes, but you don't know, I dream a lot."

Homelander walked to the sofa and sat down, lowering his head and rubbing his head.

The only two people he can trust in Water now are Madeline and Maeve in front of him.

"You will never know this feeling. He is my father, the spiritual pillar that supported me and helped me get out of that damn place."

"So. I won't let Walter hurt him, no! Not anyone!"

"I can help you if you tell me what happened."

Madeline whispered to him, "If you tell me what you know, I can help you."

Listening to Madeline's words, Homelander raised his head slightly and looked at Madeline, "I can tell you, Madeline, you are the only person I trust now. There is no lie. We trust each other. Can you do it?"

"of course."

Madeline smiled and stroked Homelander's hair, saying to him in a soft voice, "We have come together and experienced a lot together."

Homelander hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to believe the other party and confessed his feelings for Peter to him.

As Madeline listened to the stories told by her countrymen, she became more and more frightened.

She didn't expect the other party's origins to be so mysterious!
the other side.

Peter already knew that Walter's fully-armed thugs were all killed by the black-robed Homelander.

At this time, A Zu and Clark also rushed back.

"Dad, are you okay?"

A-Zu asked him worriedly.

"I don't think those guys can hurt me." Peter shook his head and said to the two of them, "But Walter noticed us and was going to attack us."

"So what do we do? Godfather, do we go straight back to the farm?"

Clark asked Peter.

He now misses the farm, his parents, Star-Lord, Loki and the others.

"I think"

A-Zu proposed a different opinion, "We should teach these people from Water Company a lesson."

He has never had a good impression of Walter, so he hopes to kill these guys and let them know the consequences of hurting his father.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Peter didn't directly say what to do, but instead turned the conversation to the two men's removal of the statue.

“Have you taken down all the statues?”

Peter asked the two.

"Yes, almost. Most of it has been demolished."

Clark nodded, then hesitated and said to Peter: "But Godfather, we encountered an incident when we were dismantling the statue."

"what's up?"

Peter asked the two curiously.

Hearing this, Clark told the story of what he and Zu had experienced: "Godfather, this happened in Brownsville. A group of gangsters were dealing drugs and were taken care of by the superheroes of this world. It was Starlight and Locomotive who did it."

"uh-huh?"

Peter motioned for Clark to continue.

"But within seconds after they finished dealing with the bad guys, a group of reporters with cameras appeared from the corner."

Listening to Clark's speech, Peter quickly understood what the other party was confused about.

After all, considering Clark's nature, this kind of thing did refresh his perspective.

"Clark, I understand your doubts, but since coming to this world, I think you should have seen this before."

"Yes, Godfather, but I still don't understand. Why?"

Clark's expression gradually became depressed.

A-Zu, who was standing by, listened to Peter's words with a thoughtful expression.

Dad has clearly only been here for a short time, so why does he know so much about what’s going on here?
Could it be that my previous guess was correct, and my father had actually been in this world a long time ago?
Thinking of this, he immediately thought of his fellow countrymen in this world, and was suddenly struck by a bolt from the blue!
Could it be that all my previous thoughts were wrong?
What does this guy actually have to do with Dad?
Peter also noticed Azu's expression at this time, and couldn't help but wonder what was going on in this brat's mind.

Shaking his head, Peter put Azu aside for the time being and said to Clark:
"You just mentioned Brownsville. As far as I know, this is the poorest black community in New York. The average annual income of Brownsville residents is only $9681, which is more than 391022 times lower than the average annual income of $40 in the wealthy areas of Manhattan."

Peter picked up the coffee, took a sip, and continued, "Such a huge gap between the rich and the poor has resulted in soaring unemployment and crime rates."

Clark nodded and asked, "Godfather, is there any direct relationship between the crime rate and this behavior?"

"Because the gap between the rich and the poor is so large in places like this, it is easy for crimes to occur, and Water Company has its own set of tracking and analysis algorithms for the occurrence of crimes."

Azu next to him interrupted and asked Peter: "But, Dad, why is Walt so keen on having superheroes team up?"

A-Zu glanced at the thoughtful Clark, "Clark just complained to me about teaming up to fight villains. Is that popular? He seems to be interested in teaming up with me, but I have no interest in saving the world."

Peter glanced at Clark, who had an unnatural expression.

This kid is still interested in super teaming?

He coughed and said to Clark: "Vought Company has their reasons."

"What reason?"

"When a superhero team appears, the number of media mentions and the number of times the hashtag is used increase by at least 23%. It seems that everyone loves this kind of team mission. No, it should be said that everyone loves it very much."

Clark found it hard to accept. "Do superheroes have to care about these things like celebrities? Do they let superheroes team up just because the public likes it?"

"Although it sounds incredible, this is how Vought operates superheroes. They also have a crime analysis department that can design a crime schedule. They can find out when and where to find the enemy."

Peter paused and said to the two men, "These people are reviewing clues, calculating satellite data, computer values, etc. Anyway, they are doing this kind of thing better than the police."

"But," Clark frowned, "how can they ensure that the criminal will appear at a specific location according to their analysis."

“That’s big data.”

Peter said to Clark, "When you go back, you can ask Bruce to help you set up such a system, but I guess this system will only work in Gotham because there are enough criminals there."

"dad."

A Zu interrupted and said, "If it were me, I wouldn't need such a system. I would just kill all the criminals and solve the problem once and for all, or build a permanent prison and imprison them for life."

Peter glanced at Azu and couldn't help thinking: You are a bit extreme.

(End of this chapter)