American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

After more than ten days of hard work and struggle, he finally arrived at the Russian experimental base.

Overcoming numerous difficulties and obstacles.

In addition, there was an arm that was lost.

He, Marvin, breast milk.

He finally found the superpowered weapon he had been searching for—the kind used to deal with powerful superhumans.

The ultimate weapon of superhumans—BLC Red.

Chapter 88 [Another Homelander!]

Where is Ryan?

The motherland descended from the sky, but in a rather disheveled manner.

His golden hair was now unusually covered in dirt and dust, as if he had crawled through some unknown place.

And this is indeed the case.

This situation surprised Becca in the villa, but she was so enraged that she didn't pay any attention to it.

"I won't let you see him, you fucking know that? Because of the few times we went out together, he's now killing countless small animals with his damn laser."

Becca was furious, ever since the first time Ryan was flown to another place by Homelander and saw the outside world.

Ryan suddenly changed for some unknown reason.

They began to yearn for the outside world and their relationship with their motherland became closer.

Then he demonstrated the abilities possessed by the people of his motherland, the laser eyes that could destroy everything.

This is something Bega never wanted to see, especially since Ryan has recently been using his laser eyes to kill innocent little animals.

To be honest, Ryan found the indifferent and amusing look in his eyes after the laser killed a small animal.

Becca felt a chill run down her spine and became frightened.

That smile after killing a small animal is just so much like that damn Homelander.

"Hey, where's Ryan?"

Beja refused to reveal Ryan's whereabouts.

Homelander asked again, a dangerous glint in his eyes, his whole body radiating an aura of near-violent rage.

Becca, seemingly oblivious, continued to chatter on like an old woman in front of him.

He was completely unaware that the man standing in front of him was acting strangely.

“Ryan! I will never let you see Ryan again. I just had him taken to a new place by the Vought people! I will never let you see him again!”

Hearing the roar of the Homelander, Beja scoffed and met his gaze without fear.

puff!

A dazzling red light shot out and struck Becca's body, piercing straight through her chest.

Becca's questioning came to an abrupt halt.

She looked down in astonishment, staring incredulously at the huge hole in her chest. She tried to plug it with her hand, but couldn't.

"You know what? I'm not killing you because Ryan needs you! Not because I'm afraid to!"

Homelander's face was contorted with rage, his eyes glowing red with boundless fury as he stared dead at Beja's shocked face.

Another burst of scorching heat shot out, completely plunging Beja into darkness.

"Damn woman!"

Homelander cursed under his breath as he scanned the entire area with his X-ray vision, finding no trace of anything, before taking to the air once more and soaring into the sky.

……

A research facility owned by the Vought Group in Manhattan, New York.

Inside a white room, Homelander huddled in a corner, a white bandage bursting at his chest.

At this moment, the people of our motherland have lost their former vigor and enthusiasm.

His blond hair was disheveled, his face haggard, his beard unkempt, and his eyes were fixed on the white wall in front of him, which reflected the image of the attacker.

He escaped the monster's clutches and went to Ryan's place, where he killed Bega, who was trying to stop him from strengthening his relationship with Ryan.

So he hid here.

This white room was entirely built by Vought as a laboratory for superhumans, and its strength is sufficient to withstand most powerful attacks from superhumans.

However, this was not intended for the people of the motherland.

Homelander forced his way in and drove the researchers out. He wanted to stay here because the pure white walls gave him a strange and unsettling sense of security.

Perhaps it's because he grew up in this environment.

At this moment, the smooth white wall gleamed with a metallic sheen, reflecting the image of the Homelanders like a mirror.

Strangely, under the watchful eyes of the Homelander, the reflection in the wall began to twist and move on its own.

"Why are you so listless? You tough guy!" The figure in the mirror glanced at Homer.

"You keep that long face, as if the whole world has abandoned you."

The Homelander in the mirror asked with a slightly teasing tone.

"I...I can't find Ryan..."

Homelander lowered his head and finally murmured, his voice sounding incredibly hoarse.

"Hey, what do you want with Ryan?"

"It's been so long since I've seen him, I want to see him..."

"Hey, hey, hey, I am you, and you are me. You don't need to pretend like this in front of me. I know your vulnerability and your cowardice. Tell me, what do you want with Ryan?"

"I want to see him..."

"Do you really just want to see him?" The reflection in the wall scoffed.

"Yes……"

I want to hear the real reason!

The reflection in the wall suddenly interrupted Homelander's words, roaring angrily.

The people of the motherland were startled.

He pouted, his face full of grievance, and whispered, "I wish someone could comfort me..."

"That's exactly the reason!"

"Because you failed, because you were hurt, you wanted comfort!" Mirror Countryman said with satisfaction.

"But this is not what you really expect, Homelander."

"I……"

"Hey, don't be so tough. You have to believe us. You don't need comforting. Have you forgotten how we were locked in solitary confinement as kids? Didn't we survive everything? We always pull through, don't we?"

"Yes, we can always pull through, no matter what happens..."

"So why have you become this spineless coward? I want you to tell me yourself!" Homelander inside the wall demanded aggressively.

Homelander buried his head in his knees, his hands clutching his hair in pain.

Only after his golden hair was completely disheveled did he say in a very weak and dejected voice, "I hope they love me..."

"Yes, you want them to love you, you want them to comfort you, you want someone to comfort you after suffering, but Edgar, Madeline and Maeve, you know they don't love you, yet you still deceive yourself."

The people of the motherland reflected in the mirror are sneering.

"You're afraid of losing, yet you keep losing. If that's the case, why not end this damned love completely!"

“I don’t know…” Homelander shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, you know, you know perfectly well, you're just running away, you're yearning, you have too many concerns, so there are many things you don't dare to do!"

"You are both pitiful and hateful. You could be your true self, but you still scream for so-called morality and humanity. In your heart, there is still a part that belongs to the damned human beings."

“No, I didn’t…” Homelander retorted, his voice trembling with tears.

In the reflection, Homelander directly tore off his mask: "You are cowardly and timid, yearning to be loved, yearning to be bathed in light, and crying and whining for a mother."

"You know, many times, I feel that it is such a shame to be the same person as you."

"However, you were right about one thing before: we should be gods, gods who are above mankind."

"God should not be afraid."

"We need to get through this together; we need to work together!"

Homelander looked dejected. "Edgar was right, that monster is getting stronger and stronger, and my attacks are becoming less and less effective..."

Why should you care about what a black man thinks? Is he right?

No, he might not be right. Are you sure you've tried your best? Are you sure you've exhausted all options? No, you're just scared.