He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

After dinner.

Becca was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Ryan had already opened the gift box and was playing around with the Polaroid camera that Los had given him.

The wooden house had its doors open.

Homelander and Los sat side by side on chairs in the courtyard outside the door, each holding a milk and a cola, enjoying the gentle breeze in the quiet night.

That night, Homelander was really happy and chatted with Los for a long, long time.

But it was mostly about the Vought Corporation headquarters and the future plans of the Super Seven.

He never mentions his personal life or even his childhood.

At this moment, it was as if he had truly forgotten the darkness and cruelty of his childhood, and was basking in the cool, bright moonlight, making peace with the world.

Los listened patiently to his homelander's story, interjecting his own insights when appropriate.

For example, now that the bill allowing superhumans to be stationed in the military has been passed, there is no longer a need to create large numbers of superhuman terrorists using Compound V.

Ashley is doing a good job; she could be recommended for vice president.

As for the deep sea, it doesn't matter, just forget about it...

The people of the motherland nodded in agreement, but it's unclear whether they actually listened.

of course.

If the other members of the Seven were to witness this scene, they would be utterly astonished.

It is already an incredible feat, a miracle, to have the people of this traditionally authoritarian country constantly listen to their opinions.

We chatted until late at night.

Homelander suddenly received a message from Vought Corporation headquarters and said to Los, who was standing next to him:

"Something seems to have happened at the Sage's Grove; monitoring has been interrupted."

Philosopher's Grove?

Los pondered to himself, "Could it be that the body of the cult leader Adana has been discovered?"

No, that doesn't make sense. How could a dead person cause the surveillance to be interrupted? It's more like another force broke into that mental hospital.

Los suggested, "I'm almost home anyway, let's take care of this while we're at it."

The man from the motherland readily agreed: "If you're willing to go, that would be wonderful."

He originally wanted to send the woman from the Stormfront, but Los was clearly more trustworthy and reliable.

Los was about to leave when, as if remembering something, he asked Homelander:

"Mr. John, besides this battle suit, don't you like to wear some more casual clothes?"

This dinner party tonight.

Even Los had changed into casual clothes, but the homeowner, Homelander, was still wearing his iconic flag-patterned cape and battle suit.

Homelander paused for a moment, glanced down at his bodysuit, and finally smiled, "I... I'm used to it. Is there a problem?"

"It's nothing."

Los shook his head, turned and left.

In his view, the people of the motherland are still the people of the motherland, and nothing has changed.

Los wouldn't be fooled by the fleeting warmth the other person displayed; after all, Homelander was so extreme that he even deceived himself.

Despite her deep longing to be loved, she couldn't shed her facade of being a traditionalist in front of her own son.

It was as if he feared that once he shed his image as a native of the motherland, everything would leave him.

just.

It is precisely this fear and pretense that allows him to exist forever as a superior citizen of his homeland, using absolute power and intimidation to acquire false fame, fortune, and kinship.

The higher you fly, the farther you are from the ground.

But if you don't fly, you'll fall and be shattered to pieces, losing everything.

Homelander's existence was not something he decided on his own; rather, it was arranged by the Vought Group from the very beginning.

Even their own human flaws and desire to be loved are masterpieces meticulously crafted by the Vought Group to dictate the world.

There's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

"Homelander, perhaps one day when you lose everything, fall from your lofty New York pedestal, lose so badly that you can't recover, and face death, you will become the real John again."

Los thought to himself as he left the Walter Secret Community alone.

So that our countrymen won't have to observe from afar.

He flagged down a car on the road and headed towards the Philosopher's Grove.

In the car.

Los turned on his smartwatch and discovered that he had received many messages.

Breast milk: "Iron Man, are you there? Please reply if you receive this!"

"We've discovered evidence that the Vought Organization is creating superhumans at a mental hospital in Brooklyn!"

"The butcher has decided to break into the mental hospital at night, and I feel I have to tell you."

Los extinguished the faint light on his watch.

Sure enough, the unusual situation at the Sage's Grove was caused by the Black Robe Guard.

Unfortunately, the cult leader's body was still in the prison cell.

The Boys are now the perfect scapegoat organization; whatever happens, just pin it on them, since in the eyes of the world they are just desperate criminals.

Barefoot people aren't afraid of those wearing shoes.

A single wanted poster is a gross underestimation of the Black Robe.

at the same time.

Within the Sages' Grove.

The surveillance cameras were destroyed, the scene was chaotic, and the bodies of the armed men lay scattered in the corridor of the mental hospital.

Lightning flashed and exploded, accompanied by the continuous flickering of the lights.

One could see writhing black tentacles flying through the corridor, splattering blood, tearing flesh, and pulling the hideous tentacles out of the armed personnel's pierced bodies.

These black tentacles, which seem to have their own life, originated from the severed right hand of the burly man with the thick beard!

This scene is so sanity-inducing.

The Lamplighter, a former member of the Super Seven who guarded the Sage's Forest for the Water Group, was stunned.

Even the other members of the Boys, including French, Hughie, and Breastfeeding, were quite astonished.

"Butcher, what's this?" Hughie stared in disbelief.

He knew that the butcher hadn't received the temporary compound five injection today.

After all, injecting too much of that stuff not only shortens lifespan but also has a series of side effects.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

The butcher held the removed leather glove in his right hand, while his left hand seemed to be manipulating the tentacles to retract.

These tentacles, resembling large black earthworms, struggled restlessly and, in their haphazard flapping, managed to open several locked special cells.

One of the rooms was a locked room.

Tap tap.

With the sound of light footsteps.

A bald, middle-aged white woman, wearing a restraint device to prevent biting, walked barefoot out of the darkness, ignoring the corpses on the ground.

Seeing the superhuman patient emerge from the cell, the lamplighter trembled with fear, as if he were seeing a man-eating beast released from its cage.

He growled angrily at the butcher and his men, "Damn it, do you know what you've done?!"

The black-robed squad also keenly sensed that something was amiss.

The sight of the middle-aged female patient in front of them gave them a feeling of their scalps tingling.

"Help……"

In a pool of blood in the corridor, a security guard, dying with a bullet piercing his chest, struggles to call for help.

The patient, Cindy, merely glanced at him indifferently.

The next instant.

The security guard lying on the ground was crushed into blood and gore by a tremendous force from a distance!

"run!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

The former hero Lamplighter guarding the Sage's Grove, the Black Robe Guard who broke in, and two other patients imprisoned in solitary confinement—all three parties simultaneously and frantically fled outwards!

In the corridor where the light and shadow are inconsistent.

As patient Cindy walked barefoot, corpses were crushed into dust from a distance, and blood stained the mental hospital red, marking the beginning of a massive massacre.