Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

When Homelander regained consciousness, he was already back in this cold room.

His blood-stained battle suit had been replaced at some point, and he was now dressed in all white.

It looks like the oversized hospital gowns worn in mental hospitals.

There was a black mark behind them that the Homelander didn't notice.

It seems he won't notice it anytime soon.

Unless the furious Homelander tears this garment off.

In fact, he did want to do that.

But his weak body prevented him from performing the action.

Even raising your arm is extremely difficult.

And I always feel a terrible headache.

It hurts from my temples all the way to the back of my head.

It felt like I was being beaten up.

'Something without constraints? How much do these guys look down on me?'

Staring blankly at the ceiling, Homelander felt his mind was unusually calm.

Maybe it was because they were being stared at and given a sedative or something?

Do sedatives actually have this effect?

do not know.

People in our motherland have never really cared much about these things.

I haven't looked into it in depth either.

Although Vought International required Homelander to undergo extensive training in order to create the perfect superhero image.

But the Homelanders refused.

Because he realized that what the people needed were superheroes with great power.

Women want a superhero with a great physique and amazing looks.

Men want a powerful superhero who shows no mercy to his enemies.

Some people also want a superhero with immense destructive power to crush enemies.

Most people can see the aspect of themselves that they want or fantasize about in the people of their motherland.

Of course, a very small minority of people believe that superheroes should have higher education levels.

However, compared to the massive fan base of Homelanders, the number of such people is negligible.

Therefore, the people of the motherland naturally ignored the preferences of these people.

He doesn't like these so-called high-IQ talents either.

His miserable childhood was because of these guys.

He was also well aware that these guys looked at others with a sense of superiority.

Therefore, the people of the homeland also really hate those guys.

With difficulty, Homelander rolled over and stared blankly at the cold metal wall.

What should I do now?

His past invincible status seems to have lost its effectiveness.

When Homelander was talking to that sharp-tongued woman, he noticed that she seemed completely indifferent to his reputation as Homelander.

It even carried a hint of disdain.

This is really weird.

Although his reputation is not as perfect as it was at the beginning after all that he has been through.

But ordinary people shouldn't react this way when they see themselves.

It's weird, really weird.

Not only that woman with the sharp tongue, but also that guy in the white lab coat and black combat suit who looked like a mass-produced fodder.

The people of the motherland feel that they cannot quite understand the current situation.

Under normal circumstances, he should be able to think of something.

But now he felt weak all over and his mind was foggy.

If we compare the thinking of a normal person to a car driving in a city, then the thinking of this Chinese person is like a car stuck in traffic.

And this happened in Chongqing.

You have no idea where you're going next or where you are in the world.

The kind of thing where you can't even understand a map.

Although the people of the motherland have tried very hard to clear their minds.

But my mind was still a mess.

Occasionally, strange images and fragments would flash by.

For example, you might find yourself trapped on an operating table.

The small fry in the black suit seemed to be smashing something on his head.

And Deadpool, that bastard, was watching the show and saying something.

And, the needles gleaming coldly in the eerie light.

When this image appeared in the mind of the father, he couldn't help but shudder.

The Chinese people, who are fearless in all things, are only afraid of injections.

This kind of thing has been with him since he was a child.

It wasn't until he grew up and his body became strong enough that ordinary needles could no longer penetrate his skin that things got a little better.

"It seems to be relatively quiet."

Outside the containment room, Luo Zhen looked at the well-behaved Homelander and said...

Dr. Jane, who was standing to the side, silently rolled her eyes.

When I examined Patriot before, I knew that normal anesthesia would have been sufficient.

But this guy just had to deliver an A-level physical memory wipe when Homelander was about to come to his senses.

To be honest, there's absolutely no need for this.

Moreover, judging from his actions, there was a hint of personal grudge involved.

But if I remember correctly, these two shouldn't have had much contact.

Do not understand.

But it doesn’t matter.

"How about it?"

Turning to Dr. Jane beside him, Luo Zhen asked with some curiosity.

"Well, I should say he truly lives up to his reputation as the flagship superhero trained by Vought International?"

“They are completely different kinds of beings from ordinary superpowered individuals.”

Looking at the documents in his hand, Dr. Jane said.

The local specialties Deadpool brought back before included not only finished products of Compound 5 and Temporary Compound 5.

There were also some documents sent back later.

Most of them are people with superpowers, which saves Dr. Jane the trouble of finding people to conduct experiments.

Based on the data, it's hard to imagine that Homelander and ordinary superpowered individuals are the same kind of beings.

The difference can be described as the difference between 10 and 1000.

Incidentally, the difference between an ordinary person and a typical superhuman is 0 and 10, respectively.

An ordinary person with no weapons has virtually no chance of winning against a person with superpowers.

Even a superpowered individual like Claw Woman, whose superpowers are rather weak, possesses physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

"I'll leave the rest to you, Dr. Jane."

Scratching his head, looking at the densely packed data, Luo Zhen felt as if he had suddenly contracted a disease that made him feel like he would die from looking at numbers.

Dr. Jane said the difference between superpowers and ordinary people is almost like that between two different species.

Luo Zhen felt that the gap between top students and ordinary people was truly between two different kinds of beings.

Especially those who excel in science.

When you stand in front of the top liberal arts student, what he sees is a vibrant and sunny young man.

But when you appear in front of a science whiz, what he sees is a carbon-based life form that seems to be excited about something.

And he doesn't seem very smart.

"I didn't expect you to help anyway. You should think about how to handle your own report later."

Dr. Jane closed the data in her hand, rolled her eyes at Luo Zhen, and then said.

Asking Luo Zhen to come over was simply a requirement of the rules.

Although Luo Zhen is a good student.

But to a leading figure in this research field, he's no different from a child just starting elementary school.

They don't even have the imagination of children.

"Then I'll be going, Dr. Jane."

After saying goodbye to Dr. Jian, Luo Zhen chose to leave.

He had a lot to do after that, including things to do with Tojo Nozomi and Wu Lei'an.

Chapter 927, Section 948: Luo Zhen: I'm better at stirring things up.

Inside the familiar training room, Tojo Nozomi, now dressed in a black training uniform, is sparring with Wu Yacha.

Unlike the previous one-sided situation, Tojo Nozomi is now able to put some pressure on Wu Yacha.

Although it wasn't much, it was already something to be very proud of, especially considering that the opponent was a member of the Wu clan.

After all, Tojo Nozomi was just an ordinary high school girl before.

Being a school idol doesn't offer any advantage in this regard.

"laugh--"

When Wu Yacha kicked Tojo Nozomi away, her feet left long marks on the ground, and many bright red marks remained on her fair forearms.

A calm gaze peeked out from beneath the swaying bangs.

Left hand in front of body, right arm around waist.

At this moment, Tojo Nozomi looked exactly like a martial artist.

With her eyes fixed on Wu Yacha, Tojo Nozomi suppressed her urge to attack as she watched his seemingly vulnerable posture.

"Hey~ I thought Nozomi would take the initiative."

With a light laugh, Wu Yacha twirled the long staff in his hand into a beautiful flourish.

Since it was just training, Wu Yasha didn't take out his naginata.

If it were training members of the Wu clan, let alone a sharpened sword.

Explosives, pistols, and everything else must be brought along.

After all, times are changing. As a profession of assassination, it is natural to have a deep understanding of things that are very beneficial to assassination.