A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

If something happens to me in the future, I can ask her for help.

Homelander looked at Deep Sea with displeasure. When did this kind of trash dare to talk to him like that?

With this thought in mind, the man grinned and increased the pressure on his hand by two points.

Shockwave's eyes widened in horror. Wasn't Homelander and Maeve supposed to have a good relationship?

“Captain… Homelander, Maeve is really dying. If you don’t let go…” Shockwave said, frowning.

“Hahaha…” Homelander looked at Maeve: “Meve, I never imagined so many people would help you, hahaha…”

At this point, Maeve's face had begun to turn purple. Fortunately, she was a superhuman with a strong physique, and short-term oxygen deprivation would not endanger her life. But what she feared was that if Homelander exerted force, her neck would break.

Maeve is strong, but it depends on who you compare her to. Compared to Cao Gui or Homelander, she is no match at all.

"Damn it... what do we do now?" Maeve's face turned purple, her heart filled with anxiety. This couldn't go on, and they couldn't really start a war...

"Homelander, are you fucking crazy?" Starlight couldn't stand it anymore. Her eyes lit up with golden light, and the lights on the ceiling started to flicker. She was really angry.

Homelander's face immediately darkened. He glared at Starlight and gritted his teeth. How dare someone challenge his authority? Did Starlight have a death wish?

Just as Homelander was distracted, Maeve suddenly reached out, pried open his thumb, and broke free from Homelander's grasp.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Maeve lay prostrate on the ground, coughing violently. Although the lack of oxygen wouldn't endanger her life, she was still in considerable discomfort.

Starlight quickly came to Maeve's side, gently patting her back to help her catch her breath.

Homelander paused for a moment, but did not continue his attack. Instead, he sat down and watched with interest as Maeve lay prostrate at his feet.

It took Maeve quite a while to recover and slowly stand up from the ground.

"Hahaha, dear Maeve." Homelander laughed heartily, opening his arms to gesture for Maeve to give him a hug:

"I'm so sorry. You know how much I care about my teammates. Storm's death was a huge blow to me, and I couldn't help but get emotional. I apologize to you and hope you can accept it."

Maeve touched her aching neck, took a deep breath to calm herself, and slowly walked up to Homelander, smiling slightly.

Homelander nodded with great satisfaction. Maeve's attitude was good, just like he liked. This was the kind of teammate he wanted. Once he found the person who left the unpleasant smell on you and killed them, you would become even better.

However, just as Homelander was about to accept Maeve's forgiveness with satisfaction...

With a clang, Maeve suddenly drew her longsword from behind her back, gripped it with both hands, and swung it down at Homer's head.

clang!

The longsword shattered instantly, and Homelander's forehead wasn't even scratched, but he was still somewhat stunned by the sudden attack.

Maeve grinned, flung away the broken longsword, and swung her right hand to deliver a powerful punch.

With a thud, Homelander was sent flying backward and crashed to the ground.

"Shit!"

The remaining four were immediately startled and started fighting again!

"You want to kill me?" Maeve slightly flexed her wrists and smiled as she spoke.

"Alright, let's have a match then. I'll fight you until you die. You like to play so much, so let's go!"

"I've had enough of living anyway, I don't mind being killed by you."

Maeve clenched her fists, assumed a fighting stance, and addressed Homelander.

Maeve wasn't planning on a fight to the death; it wasn't time yet. She knew Homelander too well; he was a giant baby and wouldn't dare do anything to her.

What is a "giant baby"? It's an infant who looks like an adult. When things are going smoothly, he's practically perfect, but when he encounters setbacks, he becomes fearful and his psychological resilience is extremely weak.

So when Maeve adopted a desperate stance, Homelander chickened out. He didn't dare to actually fight Maeve, otherwise the other four people present would oppose him. Even if he could suppress them with force, he wouldn't be able to do so for long.

As expected, upon hearing Maeve's declaration of a fight to the death, Homelander's expression immediately changed. The reason he took action was simple: he smelled another man's scent on Maeve.

To put it simply, this is a revenge act with ulterior motives. Homelander wants Maeve to submit, not to die, and he certainly doesn't want Maeve to die at his hands.

"Hahaha... Maeve, you're such a joker." Homelander stood up, dusted off imaginary dust, and said with a bright smile:

"We're teammates, we're family, how could I fight with you?"

"Have you forgotten? We used to be lovers. You loved me, and I loved you. Your favorite thing was me taking you across the Atlantic, hahaha..."

"Hahaha, Homelander, you're such a coward." Maeve waved her hand dismissively, then turned and went back to her seat.

Homelander paused for a moment, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and stared at Maeve in her seat with a sinister look in his eyes.

The other four swallowed hard. The two big shots were at loggerheads, and things seemed to be getting complicated.

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Chapter 358 Homelander's Relationship with Butcher

Sarana Clark is a city in northeastern New York State.

Located near the Green Mountains, the area is characterized by high mountains and dense forests. Under normal circumstances, people mostly stay in the urban area and some suburbs, and few people venture further in.

However, at the southwestern end of the Green Mountains lies a flat mountain valley, lush with greenery, beautiful scenery, and flat terrain, making it an excellent place for leisure and wellness.

In the middle of the valley, a small villa stands quietly with a swimming pool. Several cute little yellow duck swimming rings float on the pool, and there is a small diving platform next to the pool.

On the lawn next to the villa, there are several seesaws and small chairs, with many children's elements. However, several kilometers away from this small villa, there stands an iron wall more than ten meters high, forming a circle that encloses the villa... or you could say it protects it.

Above, Cao Gui sat on a cloud, floating in the air. On the lawn of the villa, a little boy rode a small bicycle, with a young woman supporting him from behind.

"Mom, I think I've learned it, you can let go now..." The little boy pedaled the bicycle faster and faster, and the bicycle slowly began to move forward steadily.

"Ryan, slow down, don't run too far," the young woman called out with a smile.

"Okay, Mom."

Becca Butcher smiled at Ryan, her expression tinged with inexplicable sadness. Ryan was actually the name she and her husband, William Butcher, had chosen for their child long ago...

"..."

Above, Cao Gui held a tablet and gently swiped it. Becca Butcher was William Butcher's wife, the bearded British woman he had met before.

Becca was in charge of Homelander's Twitter account eight years ago, but she disappeared for unknown reasons. William Butcher embarked on an eight-year search for his wife, but unfortunately, he has found nothing so far.

Cao Gui clicked on a video inside the Vought Corporation. Becca Butcher walked into a room alongside Homelander. Three hours later, Becca Butcher walked out of the room, disheveled and with messy makeup.

Cao Gui pursed his lips. Poor William, he wondered what he would think after eight years of hard work when he learned of this result.

Cao Gui was curious as to why Becca didn't choose to have an abortion when she found out she was pregnant... Oh, I almost forgot, this is the United States, and abortion is against Christian doctrine and is not allowed.

Cao Gui touched his nose. Actually, it was nothing. There were so many gunfights and school shootings in the US. Whether or not abortion was allowed, it didn't matter. He wouldn't have many years left anyway.

Cao Gui stroked his chin, pressed down on the cloud, and flew down to the ground.

On the ground, little Ryan rode his tiny bicycle, speeding along the ground, and the joy that speed brought him made him very happy.

Just then, a white cloud descended from the sky, and on it sat a seemingly lazy Asian youth.

Seeing this scene, Ryan subconsciously stopped, scratching his head in confusion. His mother had taught him a lot about geography, and he recognized at a glance that this was a different race from himself.

But... how did he come down from the sky? Also, besides myself and my mother, there's no one else here. What's he doing here?

"Uh... hello?" Ryan tilted his head and greeted him. His mother had taught him to be kind to others and to be polite when meeting strangers.

"Hello, child," Cao Gui said with a smile. "What's your name?"

“Ryan Butcher,” the little boy said immediately.

Cao Gui chuckled to himself. He couldn't tell for a moment who had cheated on whom between Homelander and William Butcher.

Where is your father?

“I…I don’t know, Mom has never told me about Dad.” Ryan pouted, looking a little unhappy.

"I only heard my mother call him William, and I don't know anything else about him."

Cao Gui's lips twitched. Well, this time it really is hard to tell them apart. William Butcher and Homelander are intertwined, and it's impossible to tell who is who.

Cao Gui inexplicably thought of an old TV series, where a woman held the hands of two men and said, "Please don't say things like 'who is the father of the child' anymore."

"You can take care of me and the children, but please don't rush to be the children's father. You've all had the most intimate relationships with me..."

"..."

Cao Gui scratched his arm; goosebumps had appeared on his skin.

"Uh... will you take me flying?" Ryan asked, looking at the cloud-like object beneath Cao Gui's seat, with a hint of anticipation.

Cao Gui smiled and said, "If you want to fly, why don't you fly yourself?"

Ryan paused for a moment, scratching his head: "I...I don't know how."

Before he could finish speaking, Ryan felt a sudden tightness on his scalp as a hand grabbed his head, and the figure of the Asian youth in front of him slowly dissipated.

"System, equip character card: Charlotte Brin."

……

In the conference room on the 99th floor of the Water Tower, a congressman sat in a chair with a blue compound five bottle beside him.

Just as Edgar predicted, with the spread of Compound V, the absolute military force of the United States became ineffective. At this time, Vought's role as the world's largest superhero agency came into play.

Madeline sat opposite him and smiled, “Mr. Congressman, the situation is critical, and the country needs us to save it.”

"I hope Congress can set aside its prejudices against our Vought International and allow us to contribute our strength to the country so that we can continue our mission to save the world."

The senator's face was grim. In the past, Vought was an impenetrable fortress, and no one could do anything to him. But since Compound V was exposed, Vought had become a piece of fat meat that everyone wanted to take a bite out of.

Especially Compound 5, although it is despised and condemned by people all over the world, it does not affect its use at all.

If this thing could be brought under state control… A glimmer of light appeared in the congressman’s eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

“Ms. Steelville, you need to explain why this kind of thing would appear in a war zone,” the councilman said seriously.

"To be honest, I don't know," Madeleine said with a smile.

"However, Mr. Congressman, how they got out is no longer important. What's important is that they have this thing, they have super-powered warriors."

"And the only ones who can stand against them... are us, Walter."

The senator's face darkened; he was really annoyed by the feeling of being coerced.

"Congress will suppress all the Supreme Court's charges against you, but you'd better resolve everything within a month."