Simultaneous Time Travel: I am a Marvel Homelander!
Chapter 1: I = Homelander
Ian sat up from the bed, surveying the dim cell, and then his gaze fixed on a corner.
A cold corpse lay there, its backside, which had been stabbed, stuck high in the air, covered in shocking scars left by experiments.
"I need to figure something out quickly, or I'll be in deep trouble when it's my turn," Ian thought.
It is known that Homelander can fire Laser Vision and was imprisoned and subjected to various experiments, and Iancan also fire Laser Vision, is similarly imprisoned, and is about to be subjected to various human experiments.
Therefore, it follows—
Ian = Homelander.
"It's a pity this is the Marvel Universe; although my Mutantabilities are similar to Homelander's, they are still not enough."
Ian shook his head, his face full of regret.
Slap!!
Suddenly, the sound of an iron rod striking came from nearby.
Ian turned his head and saw a pot-bellied, fat-faced white prison guard brutally striking the calf of another Mutant in the next cell with a baton.
"Aargh!"
The intense pain caused the thin, young Mutant to let out a scream like a pig.
Seeming to sense Ian's gaze, the white prison guard turned to look at him and snorted coldly:
"What are you looking at? You yellow-skinned Mutantmonkey."
He cursed, tossed the tray containing food casually, and glared at Ian with eyes that looked at trash.
"Eat your pig slop! Damn trash."
Jimmy wore a mocking smile, put away his baton, told other prison guards via walkie-talkie that an experimental subject had died, and then pushed the food cart toward the next cell.
Ian withdrew his gaze, sat up from the bed, looked at the food on the floor, and fell into deep thought.
If he had to vote for the most disgusting food in the world, he would definitely vote for white people's food.
And if he had to add another option, he would choose white people's food in prison.
After all.
He had never seen food where tomatoes and curry appeared in the same dish, and it looked like shit.
"Transmigrating is one thing, but why is it so miserable? Is this the price of being a troll?"
Ian complained helplessly in his heart.
In his past life, Ian was an internet troll who often stirred up trouble on major online platforms, sacrificing others to earn traffic.
People nicknamed him Emperor II.
But perhaps because he trolled too hard online, while "erasing the Great Dao" with his keyboard one day, Ian was crushed to death by a falling stroke of great luck.
Then he transmigrated here.
For most people, transmigrating is a wonderful thing.
But transmigrating to the Marvel Universe and becoming a Mutant lab rat about to be experimented on?
Ian could only say he was fine.
In the Marvel Universe, Mutants gain Superpowers due to X-gene mutations, but because of this, they have been stripped of their human status.
Not to mention that Ian is now imprisoned and could be dragged away for experiments at any time, enjoying the same treatment as the corpse in the next cell.
"Damn it, if it really becomes my turn, I'll be screwed."
Ian still remembered that the corpse in the corner was acting arrogant the day before, saying Black Widow's figure was really nice and he had to try it if he got the chance.
As a result, after coming back from the experiment, he was like a Husky that had just mated, listless and foaming at the mouth.
But who would have thought he would be dead now?
Humans are truly fragile.
When will he be able to fast-forward to the part where he stops being human?
Ian lowered his head and touched the collar around his neck with his hand.
This is not some kind of BDSM sex toy, but a Mutant Controller.
It can restrict a Mutant's abilities and emit electric currents to control the Mutant.
Why does it sound even more like a sex toy?
"I have to deal with this Mutant Controller to use my abilities and escape, but how can I solve this controller issue?"
Ian looked worried, leaned back, and rested his hands behind his head.
Mutants in the Marvel Universe are divided into five levels; the higher the level, the stronger the ability.
As a Level 3 Mutant, like Homelander, Ian's body can withstand bullets, he can fire Laser Vision from his eyes, and he has great strength, but he lacks the ability to fly.
Compared to those Level 5 Mutants who can destroy planets or even reshape the universe at will, he is simply like a plaything that could be broken by being too careful.
If he doesn't escape, he might be broken by this Mutant Research Base and then die here.
This is not the result Ian wants.
He transmigrated to enjoy life, not to let others enjoy his.
Therefore.
Ian activated his cheat.
With a thought, his consciousness appeared in an infinite, pitch-black space.
There is no sense of direction here, and it seems there is no passage of time, only two streams of light flickering.
And if you look closely, you will find that there is a figure in each of these two streams of light.
They are wearing clothes of different styles, but their faces are exactly the same as Ian's.
Obviously.
These figures are all Ian, just Ian from different worlds.
"I didn't expect I would become the King of Corpse Disposal across the Heavens. Fortunately, I wasn't a proctologist in my past life, otherwise, I would have to shoulder the responsibility of saving the world."
Ian shook his head and complained.
This place is called the Mysterious Space by him, where he connects with countless versions of himself.
Every time an Ian from another world dies, his consciousness appears here.
The Marvel Ian can talk to them, learn about their experiences and last wishes, and inject his own consciousness into their bodies in other worlds to be resurrected.
And if he completes the last wishes of his other selves, the Marvel Ian can completely inherit their abilities, memories, souls, and so on.
Not only that, the Marvel Ian can also obtain the powers of his other selves and stack them infinitely, becoming infinitely stronger!
However, there are two ways to stack power: one is to stack it by doubling the Marvel Ian's strength, and the other is to stack the other self's strength with the MarvelIan's strength.
The stacking method can be chosen at will; when encountering an ordinary self, he strikes hard and doubles the strength; when encountering a powerful self, he acts timid and stacks them together.
Ian has always been a man who knows how to be flexible.
The two streams of light in this Mysterious Space are Ianfrom the Yan Shuangying world and the Fast & Furious world respectively.
In terms of world strength, these two worlds cannot compare to the Marvel Universe, but fortunately, Ian can stack a fixed multiple of combat power, and adding these two selves together is a great help to him.
What's more, Ian hasn't gained nothing in these two worlds.
Just like the first Yan Shuangying world, he inherited his marksmanship from that world, hitting whatever he aimed at.
In the second Fast & Furious world, he inherited driving skills, able to drive however he wanted; an experienced driver is never afraid.
Suddenly.
The Mysterious Space had an anomaly.
Ian hurriedly turned his head and found another version of himself appearing in front of him, looking about the same age as him.
Just arriving in the Mysterious Space, the dead Ianimmediately received information about this place.
"So I transmigrated to so many worlds at the same time; no wonder I always feel a bit listless late at night."
The Marvel Ian leaned in: "You're dead, and now you've become a little femboy."
"Holy shit!"
The Black Robe Ian was startled and was about to slap him, but the Marvel Ian was prepared, his eyes suddenly releasing scorching crimson beams.
The terrifying Heat Vision erupted with powerful propulsion, directly blocking the Black Robe Ian's right hand.
But strangely, these crimson beams seemed to be continuously absorbed.
"Hmm? My energy was absorbed by you?"
After noticing this, the Marvel Ian looked at him with curiosity and asked:
"Which world did you transmigrate to?"
The Black Robe Ian calmed the memories in his mind, and after recovering, he realized that the version of himself in front of him was just joking.
"The world I transmigrated to is..."
Chapter 2: My World-Shaking Wisdom
"The world I transmigrated into is The Boys."
The dead Ian from The Boys grinned and revealed the world he was in.
Ian's expression gradually turned strange.
He wasn't really going to be equated with Homelander, right?
"What time is it? Did Soldier Boy just come out? Or is it when Homelander and The Seven appeared?"
"It's 2019, and The Seven have already appeared."
The Ian from The Boys explained.
"But the plot doesn't seem to have started yet; I haven't heard any of the news Vought International uses to confuse the public."
"Then how did you die?"
Ian was a bit bewildered. Since the plot of The Boys hadn't started yet, how did this version of himself die?
After hearing this, the Ian from The Boys pondered for a moment before giving an answer:
"I was killed by a compound v experiment conducted by Vought International."
Hearing the word "experiment," Ian immediately had a stress reaction.
After all.
His current situation was also very precarious; if he didn't do something, he would probably end up dead just like the version of himself in front of him.
Ian came back to his senses and asked again: "So... do you have any stories, or any unfulfilled final wishes?"
"Of course, but you can only merge memories after fulfilling my final wishes. Let me tell you about my situation first."
The Ian from The Boys nodded: "When I first transmigrated to the world of The Boys, I became a homeless person who had fallen below the poverty line and was captured by Vought International to be a test subject."
"Today, those three damn researchers injected me with Second-generation Compound V and a Temp V test sample. I couldn't handle it, and then I died."
In the world of The Boys, Superhumans are all created by Vought International's compound v.
For example, the mortality rate of the first-generation compound v is 99%. The second generation is 5% if injected into infants, but if injected into adults, it is also 99%.
Not to mention, the Ian from The Boys also had the Temp V buff stacked on top, maximizing the mortality rate.
"However, before I died, I managed to awaken some Superpowers thanks to compound v."
The Ian from The Boys continued.
"The Superpowers I awakened is called Energy Absorption. It allows me to store absorbed energy within my body in any form, which can be used to strengthen myself or be released."
"You need to help me fulfill my final wishes before you can merge my memories, abilities, wisdom, and other essences, right?"
"Correct."
Ian nodded and pointed to the two streams of light surrounding them.
"I have already fulfilled the final wishes of our selves from two other worlds. We are all the same person, so whatever final wishes you have, I will do my best to help you fulfill them."
"Alright, I only have two wishes."
The Ian from The Boys thought for a moment, then said.
"The first is to help me kill those three researchers; help me torture them severely. I want revenge."
"No problem. Even helping you completely destroy Vought International is doable." Ian didn't hesitate at all.
In his view, Vought International dared to treat him like this, so they already deserved to die.
"Good. As for the second final wish, I want to research a drug even more awesome than compound v."
As he spoke, a look of resentment appeared on the face of the Ian from The Boys.
"Damn it, I want to let these white pigs who killed me know that their compound v is simply not worth mentioning!"
Ian nodded. Although this final wish was a bit difficult, that was all it was.
After merging everything from his selves in the other two worlds, his wisdom was now three times what it used to be.
He already possessed world-shaking wisdom that surpassed ordinary people!
With his world-shaking wisdom, wouldn't it be easy to create a drug that surpasses compound v?
"Fine, I agree to both of these final wishes."
The Ian from The Boys nodded, then looked at Ian with envy.
"You are so lucky. In the Marvel Universe, with the help of the mysterious space, I'm afraid you'll be able to run rampant there soon, right?"
The corner of Ian's mouth twitched slightly.
Walk sideways while lying on the ground?
He didn't even know if he could escape that Mutant Research Base alive.
If the Marvel Ian died, another surviving Ian from another world would enter the mysterious space to take his place and fulfill the final wishes of the Ians from other worlds.
Converging the multiverse, all selves into one.
Ian said confidently: "As long as I go to the world of The Boys, with the triple boost and my abilities, I can definitely easily help you get revenge and kill those few researchers!"
"Then I can rest easy!"
As the Ian from The Boys spoke, his consciousness gradually turned into the third stream of light in the mysterious space.
...
March 10, 2019, world of The Boys, New York.
Inside one of the large incinerator rooms in the B3 basement of Vought Tower.
This is the place used by Vought International to dispose of the corpses of Superhumans and test subjects who died from daily experiments or accidental deaths.
Beside the incinerator, a figure appeared out of thin air, infused with life and consciousness, resurrected from the dead.
Ian opened his eyes and felt the strength of his body.
"I'm out. There is no Mutant Controller. Although my body is a bit weak, I can absorb the heat energy in this incinerator."
He put his hand into the incinerator, felt the absorbed heat energy, and his body gradually becoming stronger, and thought to himself.
"The absorption efficiency is a bit low, probably because I haven't fulfilled the final wishes yet."
As his consciousness gradually took control of this body, the power of his main body in Marvel fully awakened, and it was blessed with a triple boost.
"A triple boost, plus my abilities and the Energy Absorption ability, that's enough."
Without any hesitation, Ian made a prompt decision and left the underground laboratory directly.
"First, I'll go kill those three researchers who deserve to die, and then I'll go get the compound v."
...
Inside the corridor of the B2 basement.
Intermediate researcher Jack leaned against the wall, recalling the experiment just conducted, and couldn't help but shake his head.
"That test subject was too fragile. Just injecting it with a seventeen-fold diluted Second-generation Compound Vand Temp V made it explode and die. It really had no value at all."
If Jack remembered correctly, that test subject seemed to be named Ian.
"At least we got the data and experimental samples, didn't we?"
Another pot-bellied junior researcher shrugged, looking indifferent.
"That may be true, but the test subject was just a homeless person, like a weed. If he's dead, he's dead."
Between them, the slightly older bald researcher shrugged.
"It's just that we lost some doses of the potion. If the higher-ups find out about this, it won't be easy to explain."
Jack kicked the wall while cursing. Beside him, a little girl, who was a test subject, was trembling as she looked at these three researchers.
"It's all that damn homeless guy's fault. It's really bad luck, dying after being injected with compound v and Temp V, causing us to lose a large sum of funding."
"Enough of that. We just happened to drag Emily over, and there's no surveillance here. Don't you guys want to have some fun?"
The bald researcher said, looking at the little girl in the corner, his face full of lewdness.
"It just so happens that this test subject is about to be injected with compound v. Since she's going to die anyway, we might as well have some fun first."
Emily's face was full of panic. She stared closely at the bald researcher and backed away.
But behind her was a cold wall, and she had nowhere to retreat.
"No... don't come over, wuwuwu, who can save me..."
Seeing that the bald researcher's hands were about to tear off Emily's tattered clothes.
Swish!!
A crimson beam suddenly tore through the airflow and shot over fiercely.
In almost an instant, the "magic balls" in the bald researcher's crotch exploded into a pool of blood.
"Ho...ly crap!!"
Chapter 3: Ultimate Bladder Sword!
"Shit! Rom, what the hell is going on?"
Seeing this, Jack and Jones beside him felt a chill in their lower bodies, and they immediately whipped their heads toward the end of the corridor.
A figure was slowly walking out from the shadows.
After seeing the person's face clearly, Jack's expression changed drastically.
"Fu... Fuck!" Jack couldn't help but curse while trembling. "How is this possible? Aren't you dead?"
He clearly remembered that this test subject had already died and had even been put into the incinerator by him to be burned.
How could he possibly be resurrected?!
Jones's eyelids twitched as he stared in horror at Ian, who was walking out slowly.
"You... how do you have the same Laser Vision as Homelander?!"
"That's all thanks to you." Ian tilted his head and sneered. "Otherwise, how could I have come here?"
"Shit! You ghost-pretending guy, go to hell!"
Thinking he was talking about being resurrected from the dead, Jack quickly pulled a pistol from his waist, aimed it at Ian, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet burst from the chamber and whistled toward Ian.
In Jack's view, the person in front of him must be some kind of super-human who could transform into someone else's appearance.
So he didn't hesitate at all and fired directly at the other party.
You have to know, even some members of The Sevenwouldn't dare to tank a bullet.
The person in front of him was certainly no exception.
However.
Clang!
The bullet hit Ian, but it was like hitting extremely hard metal; it ricocheted off and fell weakly to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Jack was stunned.
"Impossible! How is this possible?!"
He couldn't believe that the test subject in front of him could actually block bullets.
You have to know, this was the test subject that had died accidentally after their failed experiment just now!
Jones, on the side, was the first to react. He held his gun to the head of the terrified Emily and threatened Ian, "Don't come over! If you come over, I... I'll kill her!"
With a gun pointed at her head, Emily shivered. The 8-year-old girl whimpered and cried, "No... I don't want to die yet, don't kill me..."
Ian looked at the two researchers in front of him with an expression like he was looking at idiots. "Do you think I'm a fool? I'm not a superhero, you morons!"
What does that mean?
Jones and Jack were slightly stunned.
Before they could react, Ian's eyes suddenly glowed with a red light.
Sizzle! Sizzle!!
Almost in an instant, two beams of Laser Vision shot out, tearing through the air and hitting their crotches hard.
A wave of intense pain surged up instantly, and the critical parts of their lower bodies were turned into a pulp of flesh.
"Aaargh!!"
"Ugh..."
Intense screams erupted from their mouths.
They didn't even have the strength to care about the guns in their hands; they just used all their strength to reach out and cover their lower bodies, but that area had already been turned into pulp by Ian.
Emily stood frozen in place, like a wooden puppet, staring blankly at Ian and the three dickless researchers lying on the ground.
Was she saved?
There was no surveillance in the corridor, which gave Iangreat convenience to torture these three guys.
In his past life as an internet troll, Ian naturally had many little tricks for torturing people.
For example, he put the gun to Jack's head, forcing Jack to bite Jones's mangled dick, then forced Jones to suck Rom's dick, and Rom to bite Jack's.
The three people formed a closed loop on the ground, biting and torturing each other. This was Ian's artwork.
However, not everyone can appreciate art. Seeing this scene, Emily felt like she was going to grow styes in her eyes.
Bang, bang, bang!!
Half an hour later, three gunshots rang out.
Ian finally tortured these three researchers to death, and he said in his heart to the deceased Black Robe Ian.
"The revenge for these three researchers is fulfilled. Rest assured and merge with me. Next, I will make Vought International pay the price."
As the words fell, a portion of Black Robe Ian's abilities, memories, wisdom, and soul, etc., gradually began to merge with Ian.
He was a bit more complete.
As long as he could create a drug stronger than compound v, Ian could completely merge everything of Black Robe Ianand consolidate his self.
Collecting the items on these three idiots, Ian changed into a relatively clean lab coat. Ignoring the stunned Emily, he followed his memory and headed toward the laboratory.
The journey was unobstructed. Using Jack's access card, Ian walked directly into the compound v core refining laboratory in basement B3.
He ignored the cameras on the ceiling, went straight to the safe, and took out a box containing test tubes of Second-generation Compound V.
After all. It was one thing to be timid in the Marvel Universe, but if he were timid after coming to the Black Robe world, wouldn't he have come here for nothing?
You have to know, now that Ian relied on triple strength amplification, half of Energy Absorption, Laser Vision, and his own superb defensive power, even if he met Homelander, it was not impossible to have a go at him.
It's a pity that the formula for the first-generation compound v had already been destroyed, and the R&D team had all been silenced.
Only that old fart Gunpowder knew where the remaining first-generation compound v was.
Perhaps after taking out Stan Edgar and controlling Vought International, Ian could plan for the first-generation compound v.
But for now, he had to deal with the trouble in front of him.
After he rushed out of the laboratory, the girl Emily who had been saved earlier brought a group of fully armed soldiers over.
"Is it him? Emily."
"Yes... it's him."
A test subject actually dared to use such cruel means to torture researchers to death, and even stole Vought International's most precious compound v.
This was no longer a normal test subject; they had to strike hard.
"Fire! Fire fast!!"
For these soldiers, there were only two paths for such a rebellious test subject: kill or fuck.
At the captain's order, these soldiers pulled the triggers in their hands, the muzzles spewing tongues of fire, and bullets shot toward the man in front like a torrent of steel.
Any carbon-based organism facing this firepower capable of destroying everything had no path to survival.
Under the terrifying firepower, the 1.9-meter-tall Ianlooked like a frail loli waiting to be fucked.
Even Emily covered her eyes with her palms, her gaze peering through her fingers, curiously watching the scene in front of her.
Could this person really be killed by so many bullets?
Rat-tat-tat-tat!! Bullets tearing through the air roared out, and in the blink of an eye, Ian had been hit by countless bullets.
Friends who have killed people with guns should know that as long as it is a carbon-based organism, whether facing 7.62 or 5.8 millimeter caliber steel heavy metal bullets, they will definitely die.
This is like the Choju in "Ultraman Ace" having no pain, it is an absolute law of nature.
And when a person stands in front of a muzzle, just like a Choju facing Ultraman Ace, they will feel fear in their hearts.
Kilik is the special operations captain of Vought International and also a former member of the Navy SEALs.
His marksmanship was fast, accurate, and ruthless. In more than thirty military operations by America in the Middle East, he had killed more than two hundred people with his gun.
No matter who it is, facing bullets, they will appear powerless.
But the problem is...
When bullets like raindrops shot at the entire body of the test subject, the scene of flesh and blood flying that he imagined did not appear.
Logically speaking, a person hit by so many bullets should fall to the ground and die steadily.
But Ian didn't even move his head, just glanced at Emilyindifferently and said, "I should have killed you dog-thing too."
Ian didn't expect that Emily, who was a test subject like him, would actually betray him.
But it didn't matter anymore.
His world-shaking wisdom told Ian that the world is a huge turn-based game; he had just blocked the bullets of this group of armed personnel.
So now, it was their turn to block his bullets.
However.
Ian had no pistol, no steel bullets, so how should he fire bullets?
Use Laser Vision? That's a long-range attack, but this is melee combat.
Regarding this, Ian unbuckled his belt and presented his answer. "Ultimate Bladder Sword!"
It's urine!
Yes, Ian had just absorbed the energy of the incinerator, and now he naturally had to release the energy.
And at this moment, under the blessing of the energy, his urine was actually harder than steel and more terrifying than bullets!!
"Shit! Ah!!"
"Fuck! What the hell is this thing?"
"No... spare me..."
Under Ian's Ultimate Bladder Sword, several armed personnel, along with the firearms in their hands, were instantly cut into pieces.
There was no warning, no struggle.
Kilik felt something warm splash on his face. In the corner of his eye, he could see the armed personnel next to him being cut into countless pieces.
And the thing that cut them was... urine?
Urine cut up the guns in their hands, and his men? This is urine?!
Kilik was terrified. What kind of urine could have this kind of strength? This isn't urine, it's probably bullets fired by a Gatling gun, right?!
Under the strafing of the Ultimate Bladder Sword, the girl Emily and several armed personnel were all shot into flesh fragments and scattered on the ground.
Only Kilik, splattered with blood, stood frozen in place, looking at Ian standing in front of him with the eyes of an uncivilized upright ape looking at a modern human.
"Ha, this energy release is really comfortable. Human bodies are so fragile." Ian pulled up his pants, looked at the artwork on the ground, and sighed.
I have to say, sometimes being too young is not a good thing.
If Ian's urine had split just now, he could have directly wiped out everyone present.
He wouldn't have left a humble, pitiful guy standing there blankly.
Gulp!! Kilik swallowed, blinked, and looked at the super-human standing in front of him like a demon.
He felt his throat dry, his heart rate accelerate, and his whole body trembling.
He never dreamed that he, a former Navy SEALs member, would one day see someone so easily take out his team members.
And he used urine!
Under the cold light of the incandescent lamp, half of Ian's face was shrouded in shadow, like a giant beast lurking in the abyss, a giant wave sweeping across the world!!
Kilik really wanted to say something, such as various pleas for mercy, or selling out his own dick.
But Ian didn't give him that chance. A flash of Laser Visionin his eyes directly turned Kilik into a dickless Kilik.
Afterward, accompanied by the wailing and screaming of the dickless Kilik, Ian strode out of the laboratory and walked quickly toward the outside corridor.
He knew that Vought International's security personnel might have already noticed him and would send people to chase him.
After all, Ian had stolen the compound v that Vought International relied on for survival, and what's more, he was a test subject.
This was even more heinous.
But would Ian care about such things?
Of course not, just like you would care about the toilet paper you use for self-pleasure every day?
Talking about it online is one thing, but in reality, who wouldn't want to strike hard in the Black Robe world?
Thanks to Ian not having the habit of avoiding surveillance cameras, Vought International's armed supervisor soon discovered this test subject who stole the compound v and was walking around swaggeringly.
"Arrogant! It's just too fucking arrogant! Where did this kid come from? Stealing in Vought International is one thing, but daring to kill people in front of us?"
"Must catch him, damn it, catch him and make him suck all of us off!"
Under the leadership of the armed supervisor George, three teams of armed personnel carried special weapons and rushed toward the direction Ian was heading.
"Shit! Have you found that damn kid? I'm going to shoot him to death with these high-explosive armor-piercing bullets!"
Armed supervisor George cursed. This time he came out, he specially brought weapons aimed at super-humans.
Special rifles, shotguns, and specially made high-explosive armor-piercing bullets.
Even The Deep and A-Train in The Seven might not be able to tank it.
I believe that damn test subject can't either!
However.
When they appeared in front of the slowly opening elevator, Ian didn't give them time to pull the trigger.
He quickly reached down and took off his pants. "Ultimate Bladder Sword!"
Thanks to Ian from the Yan Shuangying world, although Iandidn't have a split stream now, his marksmanship was still very accurate.
Those aggressive, fully armed soldiers hadn't reacted yet, and half of their bodies were cut off.
Flesh fragments scattered on the ground, and the thick smell of blood permeated the air, strengthening everyone's nose.
"Shit! Retreat, quickly retreat for me!!"
Under George's scolding, the terrified and confused soldiers subconsciously began to follow orders and retreated toward the back.
They probably never dreamed that there would be a test subject who killed people with urine.
What the hell is going on? What kind of monster did those idiot researchers create?!
"Control the distance, don't let him get close, he can't pee on us, use our firepower to suppress him!"
George roared. As an armed supervisor, he figured out the way to deal with Ian in an instant.
And following his order, the soldiers also reacted one after another and opened up distance from Ian.
They are not NPCs; they are people who can think and adapt.
Facing such a monster that can kill with urine, relying on tactics and specially designed weapons, they will definitely win!
Chapter 4: Damn it, eat my Ultimate Bladder Sword!
In terms of modern science, if one person is holding a gun against another, the one with the gun will certainly win.
And if a group of people with several guns are fighting one person, it goes without saying—they are guaranteed to win.
But what if... the opponent is a supe, wearing an experimental suit, with a psychotic, twisted grin on his face, and his right hand is holding his weapon, engaging in a gunfight with their group of well-trained soldiers?
Can they still win?
To this, Armed Squad leader George gave his answer.
"We can definitely take that guy down! We've brought special weapons; even The Deep and A-Train from The Seven might not be able to withstand them!"
Rat-tat-tat!!! Following his command, dozens of fully armed soldiers pulled the triggers. Their gun barrels spat fire, unleashing a torrent of bullets like life-reaping demons, blasting outwards.
The air was rapidly torn apart, and soon, the smell of gunpowder filled the space.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Under the watchful eyes of Georgeand the others, their special high-explosive armor-piercing rounds slammed into the test subject in front of them.
Rumble!! Upon contact, the shells exploded with a roar, like thunder claps in the sky, a continuous, dull thudding.
Thick smoke swirled up rapidly, like a tidal wave, instantly spreading in all directions.
The entire corridor was filled with smoke, obscuring vision.
But Armed Squad leader George's face was filled with joy, as if he had seen something worth celebrating.
Even tanks, armored vehicles, or The Deep and A-Trainfrom The Seven would be dead if they took a hit from this high-explosive armor-piercing round.
So that damn monster who kills with urine must have already died under the bombardment of these high-explosive armor-piercing rounds!
However.
A moment later, the smoke slowly dissipated, and a dark shadow stood in place, motionless.
Relying on vision sharper than an ordinary person's, Iancould clearly penetrate the hazy smoke and dust, seeing George's pupils suddenly contract and that expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.
If Ian wanted to, he could toy with everyone here using all sorts of tricks.
After all, as a supe, the abilities he possessed were far more powerful than these ordinary people!
But Ian's world-shaking wisdom told him he didn't need to play tricks; he just needed to follow his instincts.
Fight like a man, one against N, in a fair, turn-based battle.
And by the way, tell those white pigs that test subjects are also people, damn it, people with dignity!
"Ha! Damn it, eat my Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
Flashes of his experience in the cage raced through his mind. Ian's eyes glowed with red light, his face twisted, and terrifying energy erupted, surging forward like a tsunami.
Facing such an offensive, the Armed Squad had already prepared.
Several soldiers holding assault rifles quickly stepped back to create distance, while the soldiers carrying rocket launchers stepped forward, aimed at Ian, and pulled the triggers.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Three high-explosive armor-piercing rounds whistled away once more.
On the battlefield, high-explosive armor-piercing rounds are generally used against clumsy and heavy war machines like tanks.
As long as they are hit by a single high-explosive armor-piercing round, even a war machine made of steel and supposedly indestructible would instantly explode and be wiped out.
But at this moment, Ian withstood three high-explosive armor-piercing rounds with his flesh and blood, without even a scratch.
Is he even human? Where did this shocking powerhouse come from?!
George couldn't help but think, even Homelander couldn't withstand such terrifying artillery shells, right?
What kind of monster did that bunch of idiot researchers create?
In the smoke, Ian strode forward. The Ultimate Bladder Sword suddenly tore through the air, directly ripping the three soldiers carrying rocket launchers at the front in two.
"Shit! Retreat! Get back, damn it, keep your distance!!"
George widened his eyes and scrambled back, wanting to increase the distance, but he underestimated Ian's speed.
As a supe, Ian wouldn't be like Soldier Boy, who possessed strong defense and damage but had terrible mobility.
He stepped forward violently, his speed tripled in an instant, and in a flash, he rushed right in front of George.
"No! Spare me, I don't want to die..."
"Ultimate Bladder Sword!"
Rip! George's head was pierced straight through, and his body was split in two, falling to the ground in a bloody mess.
The other soldiers saw this tragic sight, nearly wetting themselves, and turned to run.
But Ian had no intention of letting them go.
He charged forward, and without hesitation, released his energy again, firing fiercely at these guys.
"Ultimate Bladder Sword! Ultimate Bladder Sword! Damn it, Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
Charging into the crowd, Ian roared madly, his terrifying energy blasting! Shooting wildly! Erupting!!
The urine, even more terrifying than Laser Vision, blasted out, cutting through them like tofu, slicing three fleeing soldiers in half at the waist, leaving severed limbs and remains scattered all over the ground.
Seeing this, the other soldiers were scared out of their wits, running for their lives with all their might.
Damn these useless legs, run, damn it!!
At this moment, the roles of attacker and defender had reversed!!
In front of Ian, they were too slow, far too slow, just like weak, helpless lolis, unable to create any distance, only to be shot to death one after another!!
Constantly releasing energy, Ian was like a demon; with every step he took, several corpses fell to the ground.
Vought Tower, 99th floor, CEO's office.
As early as when George died, Madelyn had already informed the company's CEO—Stan Edgar.
At this moment, Stan Edgar, expressionless and wearing a dark blue suit, was quietly watching everything happening on the computer surveillance screen.
This middle-aged Black man who controlled all of Vought International remained calm and collected, as if, to him, Ian's slaughter was insignificant.
"Mr. Edgar, shouldn't we send a more powerful armed force, or perhaps a superhero, to deal with this rampaging test subject?"
Beside him, A-Train, also a Black man, frowned while watching Ian, who had already slaughtered all the soldiers on the screen, and suggested.
At this time, A-Train was still addicted to the pleasures brought by beautiful women, drugs, and fame, and had not yet hit and killed Hughie's girlfriend.
"Then you go?" Edgar glanced at him indifferently and asked back.
"Uh..." A-Train choked on his words.
Although he was very fast and his strength was significantly higher than an ordinary person's.
But based on the various abilities Ian had shown on the monitor, the most he could do was toy with the opponent in terms of speed.
He couldn't even break through his defenses.
And if he moved at high speed to increase kinetic energy and then slammed into him, he feared he would be the one turning into a mist of blood.
"Sir, I don't think I am up to the task."
A-Train broke into a sweat and quickly explained.
"You saw it just now; even high-explosive armor-piercing rounds had no effect on him. How could I possibly beat him?"
"Then shut up. I've already reviewed all the data on this test subject."
"He was injected by those three idiots—Jack, Jones, and Rome—with a seventeen-fold diluted Second-generation Compound V, as well as a sample of Temp V with extremely strong side effects."
Edgar remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping coldly and calmly over everyone present.
"Admit it, everyone. He has definitely adapted to these compounds and become a new generation of supe."
"This is our excellent masterpiece, and it is also the new wealth of Vought International. We must capture him alive!!"
"Once we discover a way from him to allow adults to become supes without injury, then we will be... the leaders of the new era!!"
Although Edgar's face showed excitement, he did not lose his elegant composure. He turned his head to look at Black Noir, who was standing in the back, dressed in full black armor.
"Black Noir, take Translucent and a team of armed soldiers, and make sure to capture this test subject alive for me!!"
With Black Noir and Translucent taking action, plus the sonic weapons that could affect most supes, Edgar was confident in taking Ian down.
And making this asset of Vought International work for him!!
Chapter 5: Blabbering nonsense, eat my Laser Vision!
Grace was a 27-year-old girl used by Vought Internationalfor compound v experiments, and she was locked in a sealed room in the B4 basement of Vought Tower.
After hearing the researchers talking outside, she quickly realized what was happening today.
Another test subject was rebelling against Vought International, trying to escape.
She thought to herself.
It was a pity, though; Vought International was a behemoth looming over all of America, possessing terrifying power beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Any test subject who tried to resist would be ruthlessly suppressed.
They simply couldn't escape.
Glancing at the bright, cramped, glass-enclosed room, Grace took a deep breath. She touched the shock collar around her neck, her heart sinking.
It wasn't as if no test subjects had tried to escape before, but they had all failed without exception.
Some might have been able to kill researchers or fight off the company guards.
But facing the Superheroes of The Seven, they had no chance of winning; it was a dead end.
Grace still remembered a black teenager named Baal who had tried to escape two years ago.
He had killed several researchers at the time and was just about to escape Vought Tower, but that was when Homelander arrived.
Homelander used his Laser Vision to blow his head apart; his death was incredibly miserable.
To Vought International, disobedient products could just be killed and replaced; after all, so many immigrants snuck into America every year.
There was an endless supply of test subjects; they weren't afraid of running out of people.
I'm afraid that test subject called Ian would meet a similar fate.
"Sigh." Grace sighed. "Why worry about that runaway? I'm going to die soon myself."
She was only 27, and she had already been subjected to compound v adaptability experiments by Vought International for nearly six years.
Among thousands of test subjects, she was considered lucky to have survived the experiments at all.
But at the same time, Grace was pathetic.
Although she had awakened Superpowers, due to excessive injections of compound v, a tumor had grown in her brain, and she would be dead before long.
"No... no, please, don't kill me!"
"Ha! You unappreciative bastard, eat my Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
A series of noisy sounds suddenly erupted from outside.
Grace could see several guards rushing through the corridor outside in a panic.
But soon, they were torn apart by some kind of liquid filled with powerful kinetic force, flesh and blood splattering everywhere, leaving them lying on the ground.
The scene outside was bloody, looking exactly like some kind of large slaughterhouse.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Heavy footsteps approached from afar.
Grace held her breath, her body stiff, staying in place and not daring to move. She stared fixedly at the only window on the sealed door, looking outside.
The voices of two men drifted over.
"Dr. Vogelbaum? The chief scientist of Vought International, the man who created Homelander, right?"
"I didn't expect to meet you here."
It was a relatively young man's voice.
"Yes... yes, that's right, it's me. What... what do you want to do?"
The slightly aged voice seemed to tremble with fear.
"Don't be nervous. I just want you to help me develop a serum stronger than compound v."
The young man said.
"How about it? Consider it. Do you want to change the world with me?"
"A serum stronger than compound v?! I... what happens if I don't agree?" the man called Dr. Vogelbaum asked, swallowing hard and trembling.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't kill you."
"Then I won't..."
"But I'll find four dogs to fuck you for a month, then take countless photos and upload them online, so all your friends and family can see you being fucked by dogs."
"By then, the whole world will know the scene of you being fucked by four dogs. I believe you will definitely go down in history."
"I'm with you."
"Very good. There is an old saying where I come from: 'The wise man submits to circumstances.' Although you can't be called a hero, at least you can be considered a guy who knows the times."
Hearing this, the voices outside gradually faded and became blurry.
In the blur, she seemed to hear the screams and angry curses of other researchers.
"You damn monster, Vought will kill you!"
"Ha! Kill me? Hahahaha, do you think I would care about such meaningless threats?"
"On the contrary, Researcher Kled, if you can't develop a stronger serum for me, what use are you alive?!"
Thump!!
The sound of a body hitting the floor.
"No... don't, we were forced into this, please spare me!"
"What a fucking coward. I don't need cowards like this."
Thump!!
Another sound of a body hitting the ground.
The sound of body after body hitting the floor, mixed with muffled voices, made Grace's curiosity gradually overcome her fear.
She couldn't help but wonder—what kind of person was that test subject preparing to escape?
Wasn't he afraid of Vought International sending people to suppress him?
Gradually, the footsteps approached her side, getting closer and closer, until finally, a tall man wearing a blue and white experimental uniform appeared in front of her.
The man looked to be in his early twenties, appeared to be Asian, with healthy wheat-colored skin, handsome features, sharp angles, and a very tough-guy temperament.
The man glanced at her faintly, then raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of joy appearing on his face.
Before Grace could ask, the man's black eyes suddenly condensed with a layer of red light.
Grace's eyes widened suddenly. This was... the same Laser Vision as Homelander?
Was he going to kill her?
While Grace was letting her imagination run wild, the scorching red laser, like a knife, cut open the iron door of the sealed room.
Bang!!
The heavy iron door fell directly to the ground, and the tall man walked in slowly, placing his right hand on her head.
Is he going to kill me?
Grace thought.
It would be fine if he killed her; at least this way, she wouldn't have to do those experiments anymore, wouldn't have to be injected with compound v again, and wouldn't have to live in this cruel world anymore.
Once dead, she could escape all of this.
She hoped never to come back in her next life.
Grace thought, then she closed her eyes, waiting for death to arrive, hoping death would take her away from the sea of suffering.
But a moment later, Grace opened her eyes, confused to find that nothing had happened.
She... didn't die?
"What's your name, and do you have any Superpowers?"
Grace heard Ian ask her that.
"Grace. My Superpower is that I can accelerate the speed of my brain's thinking."
"However, because of excessive use of my ability, a tumor has grown in my brain, and I'll be dead before long, so you might as well kill me."
She said somewhat dejectedly.
She was only 27, had been imprisoned by Vought International for several years, doing various drug experiments every day, and hadn't even enjoyed freedom or happiness; it was truly pathetic.
"I've already eliminated the tumor in your brain. If you want to live, then come with me."
Ian didn't expect that a tumor would actually count as a type of energy he could absorb.
By that logic, could he also directly absorb other people's life energy?
Not only that.
The reason he broke in here was entirely because his world-shaking wisdom told him that if he wanted to develop a drug that surpassed compound v, relying solely on his own wisdom wouldn't be enough.
Vought International burned through tens of billions of dollars to develop compound v, spending a vast amount of manpower and material resources.
Although Ian had the strength to not eat beef in the The Boys world, he was not an expert in things like biotechnology research.
So Ian decided to take some researchers and test subjects from here to train as his subordinates, and then completely take control of Vought International.
Dr. Vogelbaum from earlier, as well as Grace in front of him, were two very good examples.
As for the other test subjects, their eyes were full of fear toward Ian, completely different from Grace.
So Ian didn't bother saving these guys who didn't know the times.
Fucking hell, to be fearful and afraid when facing a savior, they were simply cowards among cowards.
Ian felt that if he really saved these cowards, he would definitely be so disgusted he wouldn't be able to sleep.
However.
Just as he was preparing to leave the B4 level with Vogelbaum and Grace.
Ian frowned, seeing that something seemed wrong in the air, and suddenly spread his hands to block Grace and Vogelbaum.
"There's someone ahead."
"Oh? You idiot actually saw me?"
A man's voice suddenly came from the empty air.
Vogelbaum seemed to think of something, his expression changing abruptly.
"Sh... shit! It's Translucent!"
"Bingo, that's right, but there's no prize. Dr. Vogelbaum, I thought you would hold out to the end for Vought International, but I didn't expect you to surrender directly."
The space twisted for a moment, and then a naked man's body slowly emerged.
"Three idiots, do you think you can escape the palms of Vought International and The Seven like this?"
Translucent stared closely at the three people in front of him, grinning with a mocking smile.
"I advise you to just surrender obediently, hahahaha. Anyway, you have no chance of winning. You might as well surrender early; maybe you can even lick my dick, hahaha..."
Shhh!!
Before this guy could finish speaking, Ian's eyes suddenly flashed with crimson light, and scorching beams shot out instantly!
"Fuck, what kind of blabbering nonsense are you saying! Eat my Laser Vision!!"