A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

However, Cao Gui was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

……

Water Tower, the 100th floor.

The deep-sea explorer, along with an Asian youth, carefully navigated the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, slowly making their way to a smooth wall.

“This is…this is it…” Deep Sea looked around and whispered, “Homelander just went out, hurry up or he’ll be back.”

"Well done." Cao Gui smiled slightly and praised him, but completely ignored what he said next. It was just a diversionary tactic, and Cao Gui was already very good at it.

"I don't have permission to open this, what do I do next?" Shenhai asked anxiously, scratching his head.

Cao Gui didn't speak. He raised his index and middle fingers together, and a dazzling lightning bolt gathered between them. Cao Gui slowly pointed it at an LCD screen.

With a snap, a crack suddenly appeared in the smooth wall, and a cold, bluish light shone through it.

……

Villa in the Quincy district.

Within half a minute of Cao Gui pressing the distress call button, the Patriot, carrying high-speed wind pressure, crashed through the villa's outer wall with a loud bang.

I saw Madeline, who was restrained in a chair, and a video on a phone next to her.

Homelander's face froze instantly in his rage, his expression blank and utterly bewildered.

"You...you never told me about this..."

Homelander paced around blankly for a moment, his face trembling. He looked at Madeline, his eyes filled with anxiety, anger, but mostly disappointment…

“Child, I did this... to protect you, really…” Madeline’s lips twitched, and she forced a smile.

“Madeline, you…” Homelander raised his index finger and shook it repeatedly at her, grinning as he said, “You shouldn’t have done this, you shouldn’t have done this…”

But his breathing began to become heavy, and even from that distance, Madeline could hear his nasal breathing.

Madeline felt like her scalp was about to explode; Homelander's current state was a harbinger of his impending murderous rage.

“My child, you are very important to me. I love you as much as I love myself…” Madeline said with a dying smile.

“No, no, no… I’m not important to you, I’m important to your job.” Homelander stood in front of her and said with a bright smile:

"Haha... So I'm curious, what are your true feelings for me?"

"Tell me, just tell me, and I promise... everything will be alright."

"Please, tell me," Homelander pleaded earnestly.

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Chapter 362 This guy is eight years old?!

“I love you, I love you with all my heart, my child…” Madeline looked at Homer with deep affection.

"Do you want to look at yourself now?" Homelander pursed his lips, gritting his teeth as he roared, "How long are you going to keep telling these lies?"

"..." Madeline gritted her teeth, her eyelids drooping slightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Tell me the truth!" Homelander said, his teeth grinding together as he suppressed his anger.

"I'm so scared..." Madeline's voice was thick with emotion as she closed her eyes.

"I'm so scared of you, like I'm facing a wild beast. I don't know when you'll kill me, I'm so scared... Waaah..."

"Haha...that's right, that's right..." Homelander smiled slightly and cupped Madeline's face in his hands:

"Thank you, thank you so much. You've finally told me the truth. There are no more secrets between us now."

"Open your eyes, Madeline, open your eyes and look at me," Homelander said softly, cradling Madeline's face in his hands.

Madeline felt the large hand on her face and slowly opened her eyes.

buzz~

A crimson light shone in the eyes of the homelander, and his pale blue eyes instantly became dazzling. The next second, two beams of heat shot out, penetrating Madeline's brain from his eyes.

"Hehe...hehehe...Madeline, I love you, I really love you, but you...you shouldn't have lied to me..."

A look of heartache and inner turmoil appeared on the faces of the people of the motherland, but more than that, it was an expression of unparalleled pleasure. This expression was no different from that of someone who had been tortured or killed... and perhaps even worse.

……

Water Tower, 100th floor, locked room.

This is a confinement chamber made of a special material that ensures that no superhuman, except Homelander, can break through it, not even Maeve, who is second only to Homelander.

Boom boom boom!

Inside the confinement cell, muffled thuds echoed. Maeve's face was solemn as she swung her pale, iron fist, punching the alloy wall repeatedly. The deafening sounds continued to reverberate, and dents appeared on the wall from her fists.

However, even with Maeve's vigorous assault, the wall showed no signs of collapsing, as if its thickness were bottomless.

Maeve paid no attention to this and continued mechanically pounding on the wall. She knew that she couldn't escape on her own, so Maeve's goal wasn't to run away, but to train.

After what happened during the day, Maeve knew that war was imminent. She had neglected her studies for a long time, and if she didn't become stronger, it would be difficult for her to play a role in the upcoming battle.

"Huff, huff..." Maeve gasped for breath, feeling a pang of regret. Although she had started acclimatization training a few days ago, she had neglected it for so long that her physical fitness had deteriorated drastically.

Actually, this is normal. In this world, Maeve can knock down anyone with a single punch except for Homelander. She can even easily block large targets like armored vehicles.

Therefore, after realizing that she could not fight against Homelander, she lost the idea of ​​training to become stronger, fell into complete despair, and compromised herself in front of Homelander.

Boom!

Maeve threw another punch, and with a loud bang, a huge dent appeared in the wall.

"You damned bastard, I'll kill you!" Maeve said viciously, her eyes bloodshot.

Clang!

Just then, the door behind me suddenly opened.

Maeve paused, wondering, "Who is it? Homelander?"

However, when she turned her head, she saw Cao Gui's face. She was very familiar with this face; she had looked up at it last night, and for a long time.

“You…” Maeve’s face showed surprise, but also some worry. Cao had actually appeared in Water’s, and had already started a war with Homelander?

"Come on, I've come to pick you up," Cao Gui said with a smile, leaning against the doorway.

"Is this the start of the battle?" Maeve smiled slightly, seeing how relaxed Cao seemed, she figured the fight hadn't even begun yet.

"Starting tomorrow," Cao Gui said with a smile. He figured the people of his homeland were probably busy having emotional exchanges with their sons and wouldn't have time for this.

"Let's go back and rest first. The attack will start tomorrow, then we'll kill that trash."

"Okay, whatever you say." Maeve smiled gently, brushing aside a stray strand of hair from her temple.

……

In the Green Mountains and valleys, a piercing sound echoed through the silent forest, startling flocks of night birds into flight.

Outside Becca Butcher's villa, on that towering steel wall, in a room, a drowsy security guard suddenly awoke, raised his binoculars, and stared blankly at the night sky, but could see nothing.

"Boss, there's something going on here. There's a whooshing sound overhead, it sounds like Homelander..."

"Oh...fuck!" The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie felt a chill run down their spine: "I'll contact Ms. Steelville immediately!"

Inside the villa, Ryan held his laptop, watching Homelander's interviews about the aftermath of Flight 137.

"We arrived three minutes after the plane crashed...because we weren't part of the command system!"

"Among them are elderly people, children, men, women... Excuse me... please stop for a moment..."

"That expression is so fake..." Ryan curled his lip and said disdainfully.

He didn't know how to use a laptop before; he was only eight years old, and his mother hadn't taught him.

But ever since he had that strange dream, he learned how to use the notebook in his dream in no time. He could figure it out after just one look.

Not just the laptop, but also Homelander's abilities: flight, super strength, X-ray vision, super hearing, and even heat vision.

After watching Homelander demonstrate, Ryan learned the basics, to the point that he's now afraid to play with his mother for fear of accidentally hurting her.

Even when eating, he would hold the spoon very gently, afraid that if he used too much force, he would break the table or crush the spoon. He had indeed learned how to use it, but he had not yet learned how to control it; he was still too young.

ding dong~

Just then, a pop-up window appeared in the lower right corner of the computer screen, with a bright red title that was very eye-catching:

"The sordid history of the Homelander, poor woman Béjart Butcher!"

"Mom?" Ryan looked puzzled. His mother was just an ordinary woman, so why was she in the news?

Curious, Ryan clicked on the pop-up window. What he saw was a middle-aged man with black hair embracing his mother as they cooked in the kitchen.

"Haha, William, stop messing around, I'm cooking." Becca Butcher shook her head, avoiding William Butcher's mouth.

“William? My father whom I’ve never met?” Ryan’s heart skipped a beat. Looking at William’s face, he felt a strange longing.

A smile appeared on Ryan's youthful face; he suddenly looked forward to meeting this man.

However, at that moment, the video suddenly blurred and switched to a surveillance video, in which Homelander, dressed in uniform, led Becca Butcher into an unknown room.

Three hours later, Becca Butcher emerged, disheveled, her makeup in disarray, and tears streaming down her face.

Ryan's face darkened immediately upon seeing this. No wonder his mother's attitude towards this bastard was so abnormal; this man had indeed hurt his mother.

Suddenly, Ryan's super hearing detected a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly, as if something heavy had fallen.

Homelander landed with a cool superhero flair, tossed his head back, waved his cape, and stood up with a broad smile.

He has a child now; he is no longer all alone.

squeak~

The door opened gently, and a little boy dressed in red slowly walked out; he looked to be about eight years old.

“Child…” Homelander’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his whole body trembled with surprise and excitement. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way; the last time was when Madeline fed him…

"My child, I am your father!"