Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

It's time to repay, Son of Miracles.

[Mission Objective: T-VEX Serum.]

[Signature: Baron]

[Note: For Wanda.]

Pietro stared at his phone screen, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Baron Strucker.

"T-VEX serum..."

The T-VEX Hydra has been studied countless times; it cannot be reversed or replicated.

The root cause lies in the lack of an earliest arrangement. Hydra scientists speculated that T-VEX has an upper layer of medicine, namely the original solution.

Pietro gritted his teeth.

He knew what it was. It wasn't a secret among the members of Walter; all the current potions were developed based on that original liquid. It was Walter's lifeblood and the strongest trump card that Walter's heroes used to fight fearlessly.

If he were to steal this...

Once discovered, everything he currently possesses—mansions, sports cars, fans, the freedom to run in the sunshine—

Everything will vanish into nothingness.

Moreover, he will be facing his homelanders.

The thought of that always smiling man, whose eyes occasionally flashed with a red light, sent a chill down Pietro's spine.

but……

If not.

Wanda is still in their hands.

"Damn it..."

Pietro threw his phone on the bed and ruffled his silver hair in frustration.

"On one side is the devil, and on the other is an even more terrifying devil."

He loves it here.

He loves Walter.

The man in the Stars and Stripes cape gave him dignity, status, and even power he never dared to dream of before.

"For Wanda."

These four words are his Achilles' heel.

She was his only anchor in this world. If he didn't do as she said, how would that madman Strucker treat Wanda?

Pietro closed his eyes, and the image of his sister's pale face appeared in his mind.

He grabbed a bottle of strong liquor from the coffee table and took a large gulp. The pungent liquid burned down his throat, but it couldn't burn away the chill in his heart.

Baron Strucker, that bitch's son, a Nazi remnant!

He didn't want to betray Walter, but he couldn't abandon Wanda either.

Therefore, this will be a "borrowing".

"First, get the raw material and hand it over to that old bastard Strucker," Pietro muttered to himself, trying to convince himself. "Once Wanda is safe, even if it means tearing down that fortress, I'll get it back. Then I'll take Wanda and escape back to America."

"Yes, that's it."

"I'll return the original solution to Walter and then confess to Mr. Starr. Even if I get fired, I can always become a pizza deliveryman; at least I'll be the fastest deliveryman in the world."

But the thought of Homelander's red eyes shining in the darkness sent a chill down Pietro's spine.

"As long as I'm fast enough..."

He looked at his hands.

"...As long as I'm fast enough, no one can catch me."

……

The next day, at 5:55 PM.

Wotech International Headquarters, Core Laboratory Area.

This is one of the most heavily guarded areas in the entire building.

Pietro wore his silver-gray battle suit, his goggles pushed up to his forehead, and he was chewing gum—a habitual gesture to hide his nervousness.

"Hey, Debbie!"

He leaned against the counter at the supplies distribution center, flashing the administrator a killer smile. "You know what? Your makeup today is absolutely stunning, like...like Avril Lavigne?"

The slightly chubby girl named Debbie blushed slightly. "Come on, you say that to every girl. Are you here to collect your monthly quota?"

"Of course." Pietro tapped the counter. "The training intensity has been a bit high lately, you know, Ashley practically wants me to run my legs off on the treadmill. I need some 'spinach juice' to perk me up."

"Spinach juice" is an internal nickname for T-VEX.

For the Super Seven, it is the best "training aid".

Through testing, they discovered that superhumans who undergo extreme training after using T-VEX achieve training efficiency dozens of times higher than usual.

Moreover, as long as the frequency is controlled to one dose every two weeks, the body can perfectly metabolize the toxins and will not develop drug resistance.

Debbie smiled and shook her head, then turned around, opened the safe, and took out two exquisite metal briefcases.

"This is your share, two bottles. And this is Angela's; she asked me to collect it for her when you came last time."

"No problem, I'll hand it over to that hot-tempered girl."

Pietro took the box, but he did not leave immediately.

"drop--"

The digital clock on the wall ticked.

17: 58.

There are two minutes left until the shift change of the core researchers in the laboratory.

Thanks, Debbie.

Pietro, carrying his suitcase, turned and headed towards the elevator. But instead of going in, he went into the restroom next door.

He locked the stall door and sat on the toilet seat.

Open the suitcase.

A cool breeze wafted out, and two syringes emitting a faint green glow lay quietly inside the shock-absorbing foam.

Pietro adjusted his breathing rhythm and then picked up a cigarette.

"For Wanda."

The needle went straight into the thigh muscle.

Push the lever all the way down.

"hiss--!!"

That familiar yet violent feeling surged through me instantly.

The sound of my heartbeat seemed to echo in my ears.

The surrounding air became viscous, and the world seemed to stand still in his eyes.

A leaky faucet in the bathroom had a single drop of water suspended in mid-air, reflecting the light from the overhead lamp.

Pietro stood up, feeling his body brimming with boundless energy, every cell yearning to run.

"Let's begin."

Pietro disappeared.

In this almost still world, the busy Water employees are like lifelike wax figures.

Coffee spilled from someone's mouth, forming brown beads in mid-air; documents slipped from someone's hand, hovering beside their knees.

Pietro moved among these "sculptures" as if they were his own.

He arrived at the entrance to the Vought Labs.

There is a half-meter-thick, airtight titanium alloy door that requires triple biometric verification to open.

He doesn't have the authority.

But he has speed.

At that very moment, two researchers in protective suits were pushing a trolley out.

The door had been opened, with a gap of only about thirty centimeters wide.

He easily slipped through the opening door.

The researcher who was walking out had just lifted his foot, which was still suspended in mid-air.

Pietro slipped under his arm and entered the core storage.

In the center of the cold storage, a blue liquid sits still in a transparent container.

That's the original solution.

Pietro didn't reach for it, as that would trigger the gravity alarm.

Instead, they took out a specially made sampler that they had prepared beforehand.

Extract.

After the blue stock solution is extracted, a liquid of the same color is poured into the sampler to maintain the original weight.

After finishing, he turned around and went through the not-yet-fully-opened door again.

He returned to the corridor.

I returned to the bathroom door.

He struck a pose as if he had just stepped out of the restroom.

"call--"

He let out a breath.

The world has resumed its flow.

"Click".

The blast door opened completely, and two researchers came out, chatting and laughing, completely unaware that someone had already gone in and out in the blink of an eye.

The alarm did not sound.

perfect.

Pietro's heart was pounding, but he forced himself to remain calm.

He carried the briefcase containing the "quota," whistling as he swaggered toward the elevator.

"Hey, Pietro!"

A passing staff member greeted him.

"See you later, buddy!" Pietro waved with a smile.

No one knew that he was carrying a priceless secret.

……

Pietro walked out of the headquarters building and stood in the square outside, looking at the bustling street. His feverish mind calmed down a little.

Successful.

Now, by running at full speed, you can reach Sokovia in ten minutes.

Just then.

He saw someone.

Standing next to the huge Homelander statue in front of Water Square.