Alien invasion? Luckily, I'm Superman.

Susan didn't interrupt Butcher and his wife's reunion. The two were standing by the window, their heads close together; they didn't need her standing there as a backdrop.

Her gaze shifted to Su Mo, the man who could defeat the people of her homeland.

Su Mo was standing next to the desk, looking down at the document about Compound No. 5. He looked relaxed.

Susan walked over and stopped two steps away from him.

Her posture appeared casual, but her shoulders were slightly tense, like a cat ready to retreat at any moment.

"So you think you can beat Homelander?"

Her voice was soft, and her tone was cautious, as if she were confirming a rumor that wasn't entirely true.

Su Mo raised her head, looked at Susan's cautious appearance, and smiled slightly.

"Yes, that's right."

His tone was relaxed. "So there's no need to worry about attacks from Homelanders."

He paused, looked into Susan's eyes, and added.

"Also, I'm a person with normal values, so don't be afraid of me ruling America or anything like that. Do I look like a bad guy?"

The last sentence had a slightly annoyed tone.

He knew Susan's eyes all too well—that instinctive wariness in the face of an unknown, powerful force. He had seen that look in his own world, on the faces of Commander Zhao's staff, and in the eyes of the officials who knew his true identity.

But that's normal. If the people from the motherland haven't left yet, and then an even stronger one comes, it's really hard to handle.

"Yes, I understand."

Susan nodded.

You don't understand anything.

Susan's deeper emotions did not escape Su Mo's eyes.

Her expression became calmer, but her pupils contracted slightly, and she shifted her heels back half an inch.

Those subtle changes are imperceptible to ordinary people, but under Su Mo's super vision, every little movement seems to be magnified a hundred times.

He sighed helplessly.

Never mind. I'll just go back once I get the formula for Compound Five. With this, the Earth should be easier to repair after the improvements.

That world was ravaged by aliens, and rebuilding it required all sorts of resources and technology. Compound V, which could create superhuman beings, was of immense research value even if it wasn't used.

As for potential problems, Su Mo believed that scientists across the entire planet were certainly more capable than the Vought Group alone. Improving Compound V shouldn't be difficult.

After standing by the window for a while, Butcher and Becca whispered something to each other, then walked hand in hand toward the door.

Becca held Ryan's hand with her other hand. The boy hesitated, glancing back at Su Mo every now and then.

Butcher didn't greet Su Mo, but simply patted him on the shoulder as he passed by. Then the three of them went out the door, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

They wanted to cherish their reunion after eight years apart. Su Mo understood. If it were him, he wouldn't want to waste time in the office either.

The office fell silent. Susan sat back in her chair and began organizing the evidence on the table, categorizing it and placing it into evidence bags.

Hughie stood there, scratching the back of his head with his right hand, looking at the doorway, then at Su Mo, and then at Susan.

"That……"

His voice was somewhat hesitant.

"What are we doing?"

That's a very sincere question.

Su Mo shrugged, walked up to Hughie, and patted him on the shoulder.

"The rest is up to you."

Su Mo said, "Bye-bye."

Hughie heard a soft popping sound behind him, but when he looked again, no one was there.

Hughie stood there, glancing back at Susan in the office. Susan was also looking at him, and the two stared at each other.

……

What's next?

Su Mo flew through the air, the city lights forming a luminous net beneath her feet.

He flew slowly, aimlessly, just wandering around.

Go on vacation? Forget it, I'd better go find my homelander first.

He changed direction and flew towards the parking lot where the battle had taken place. The parking lot was deserted in the evening, with dried bloodstains still on the ground. The ice was long gone, leaving only a puddle of water and a few pieces of ice.

Su Mo landed, squatted down, dipped his finger in the bloodstain on the ground, and smelled it. Then he closed his eyes, activating his super sense of smell.

Many scents lingered in the air. Su Mo caught a whiff of the Homelander's scent and flew out along it.

He flew very fast and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous apartment building.

The building wasn't tall. Su Mo's super vision scanned the building and found that it had been reinforced. The interior decoration of several apartments was much more luxurious than the exterior.

It should be a secret base of the Water Corporation, probably built secretly by Madeline.

There were two men in black suits at the apartment entrance. Su Mo silently descended from the air and landed behind them.

Before the two agents could turn around, Su Mo had already placed his hands on the back of their heads and gently brought them together.

Their heads collided with a dull thud, and both of them went limp and collapsed against the wall.

Su Mo stepped over them and pushed open the apartment door.

The corridor was quiet, the lighting dim. He walked down the corridor, went up the stairs, and arrived at the door of a room on the third floor. Su Mo reached out and grasped the doorknob, gently turning it. The lock cylinder deformed like clay in his hand, and the door opened.

The room was empty.

Su Mo stood in the center of the living room, alarm bells ringing in his mind. He immediately activated his X-ray vision, his gaze penetrating the walls and scanning the adjacent rooms, the rooms upstairs, and the garage downstairs.

Suddenly, a blur of motion rushed out from his left. It was incredibly fast; he barely caught a glimpse of the shadow before it was already in front of him.

Su Mo's pupils contracted sharply. His body instinctively tried to dodge, but the other party's speed was faster than he expected. A glove-covered hand shot out and landed squarely on his face.

Su Mo held his breath for a moment, but the liquid had already entered his nasal cavity and eye sockets.

late.

The liquid began to work the moment it touched his mucous membranes. A strong sense of weakness surged from deep within him. His limbs became heavy, his muscles lost their strength, and even standing became difficult.

Su Mo felt an unbearable discomfort, a sense of loss of control over his body that didn't belong to him. He braced himself against the wall beside him with one hand, his fingertips drawing several deep grooves on the surface.

But even as he was suffering, the figure did not stop.

Instead, he was punched hard in the face. Su Mo's body flew sideways, crashing through the apartment wall, bricks and mortar exploding behind him. He flew through the corridor walls, through the building's exterior walls, and onto the street outside.

His back plowed a furrow in the road, and he finally stopped under a street lamp. The lamppost was bent from the impact, the bulb swayed twice above his head, and then went out with a snap.

Holy crap, what happened?

Su Mo struggled to her feet, pressing her palms against the broken pavement.

Who poisoned me? He could feel his body frantically processing the virus, his cells working like a fire brigade to extinguish a raging fire.

However, the virus spreads very quickly. Although his recovery speed is fast, it will still take at least several tens of seconds to completely eliminate those things.

(Both the ending of Black Robe season 4 and season 5 featured a virus targeting superhumans. This virus could kill all superhumans, including Homelander, so there are incredibly powerful scientists in the Black Robe universe. Also, there are storylines in the Superman comics where Superman is infected with a virus, such as Lex Luthor's Kryptonian flu or something during the Silver Age, as well as zombie viruses and the Laughing virus. Although this is a bit abrupt, it can still be explained by "nonsense". If you don't like it, you can skip it. There won't be any more deus ex machina storylines like this.)

He raised his head.

The light from the streetlights shattered into fragments in my field of vision, and I could vaguely make out a figure flying out from the broken wall of the apartment building, hovering across the street.

Golden hair, star-blue uniform, and a red cloak fluttering in the night wind.

People of the motherland.

He hovered in the air, arms crossed, looking down at Su Mo with a smile on his lips.

Several thoughts raced through Su Mo's mind.

Wasn't Homelander frozen in ice? Weren't his limbs broken? How could his injuries heal so quickly?

Then he raised his hand to block a beam of heat.

The red beam struck Su Mo's palm, sending sparks flying across his skin. Su Mo could feel the intense heat emanating from his palm.

He was pushed back two steps by the beam of light, leaving two deep footprints on the asphalt road beneath his feet.

Before he could even regain his footing, Homelander had already charged in front of him. He kicked Su Mo in the chest with astonishing force.

Su Mo's body flew out again, crashing through a row of trash cans across the street. The metal cans were crushed, and trash and debris scattered in the air.

He rolled twice before crashing into a concrete utility pole, which broke in two. The upper half of the pole smashed into the roof of a car parked on the side of the road, creating a large dent in the roof.

"Haha, didn't expect that, did you? I'm back again."

The voices of the people of the motherland came from the air, carrying a sense of exhilaration that had been suppressed for a long time and was finally being released.

He slowly descended, hovering a few meters above Su Mo, looking down at the person who had frozen him into an ice block and broken his limbs just over ten minutes ago.

"Walter injected me with a large amount of the original compound, which greatly enhanced my abilities and healed my injuries."

His tone was relaxed.

His body was indeed different. His muscles were fuller than before, his skin had a pale golden sheen, and even his eyes were brighter.

Su Mo stood up from under the half-broken utility pole and brushed the dust off his shoulders. The virus was still in his body, and he still felt weak, but at least he could stand steadily.

Homelander watched him stand up, but did not stop him. He even stepped back half a meter to give him space.

That posture isn't about respect; it's the composure of a cat when it lets a mouse out and then catches it again.

"It must be painful."

The man tilted his head, his tone carrying an almost feigned concern.

"It seems Walter does have some useful people after all. They've already developed a virus targeting you based on your DNA so quickly."

As he spoke, he slowly circled around to Su Mo's side, like a shark circling its prey.

Su Mo didn't reply. His gaze followed the movements of the man from the motherland, and he crouched slightly, lowering his center of gravity.

The virus was still raging in his body, but he adapted.

Homelander seemed to have finished his explanation and pounced again. He grabbed Su Mo's head, his fingers gripping the sides of Su Mo's skull, and then slammed it down hard.

Su Mo's forehead slammed into the asphalt road, creating a crater and sending gravel flying. A sharp pain shot through his forehead; his skin had been cut open.

A trickle of blood seeped from the wound on his forehead, flowing down the bridge of his nose and past the corner of his eye, appearing dark red under the streetlights.