Watching the two of them flirt in front of him as if no one else were there, Hank felt his teeth itch with irritation and his whole body grew uncomfortable.
"SO!!!"
Hank interrupted them loudly and unpleasantly.
"Since things have been settled, let's not waste any time! We must act according to the plan immediately!"
He walked to the door, pulled open the private room door, and turned to shout at Hope, "Hope, let's go. There is still a lot of preparatory work to be done."
Hope was still angry with her father at this moment.
"You go ahead. I still have some company business that I need to communicate in-depth with Daniel about."
"You—!!"
Pym was choked with rage by his daughter's words. What company business?
Looking at her eyes, she clearly wanted to 'communicate' about something else entirely!
But he understood his daughter's stubborn temper; if he tried to drag her away by force now, it would only be counterproductive.
"Suit yourself!"
Hank huffed out the sentence, turned around, and strode out of the private room.
After walking just a few steps, Hank suddenly stopped. He remembered that Hope had driven the car today, and the car keys were still with her.
"This damned girl is nothing but trouble for me."
Hank sighed helplessly and turned back.
Arriving at the private room door, he gripped the handle and had just pushed the door open a crack when his movements instantly froze.
Through that narrow crack in the door, he clearly saw everything happening inside the room.
Hope's arms were tightly wrapped around Daniel's neck, her entire body practically hanging off him.
The two were locked in a fierce and passionate kiss.
Furthermore, that man's hands were already wandering unscrupulously over his daughter's perfect curves.
The scene was so intense it could practically set the air on fire.
Hank's anger flared up instantly; he wanted nothing more than to rush in and give that handsy bastard a hard punch!
But as he pressed his hand against the door, ready to push it open, he stopped again.
He looked at his daughter's intoxicated and happy expression. That was a radiance he had never seen on Hope's face since Janet went missing.
Things had already come to this.
Should he rush in and mess things up, making Hope hate him once again?
Hank looked at the passionate silhouette through the crack with a complex gaze and let out a long sigh.
He silently and gently closed the crack, turned around, and walked toward the elevator alone.
"Forget it, I'll just take a taxi..."
...
Inside the private room, the fires of desire were burning brightly.
Homelander's technique was extremely seasoned. Every touch of his accurately provoked Hope's most sensitive nerves.
Hope only felt her whole body go soft, her reason gradually sinking into a sea of desire. She responded passionately, nearly melting in this man's arms.
But just as Homelander was preparing to move to the next substantive step.
"Ah... no, Daniel... not here."
Relying on her incredible willpower and self-control, Hope pressed her hands against Homelander's chest and gently pushed him away.
"Wait until this is all over... I promise..."
Her cheeks were flushed red; she didn't finish her sentence but instead gave Homelander a quick peck on the lips.
Then, with a blushing face, she hurriedly tidied her clothes, grabbed her clutch, and fled the private room in a rush.
Homelander stood where he was, watching Hope's retreating back, and rubbed his chin somewhat helplessly.
This feeling of being left hanging was truly terrible.
He sat back on the sofa and pulled out an encrypted phone.
"Skynet."
"I'm here, sir," Skynet's gentle voice immediately came through.
"Come to my suite at the Fairmont Hotel within thirty minutes."
Skynet on the other end of the line clearly detected the abnormality in Homelander's tone; she offered no nonsense and even carried a hint of anticipation.
"Understood, sir. I will arrive in twenty-five minutes," she added. "Coincidentally, there is new important information regarding the Skrulls that I need to report to you."
"Very well!"
Homelander hung up the phone and left the club directly.
...
Thirty minutes later.
The Presidential Suite of the Fairmont Hotel.
The bedroom curtains were tightly closed, and the air was filled with a thick scent of hormones.
After a full two hours, the restlessness finally subsided.
Homelander leaned against the headboard and lit an after-action Cohiba.
Skynet, like a docile kitten, lay quietly on his chest.
"Feeling better, sir?" Miss Skynet's gentle voice held a trace of satisfied lethargy.
He picked up the note Hank had left from inside his suit jacket on the nightstand and handed it to Skynet.
"All the materials and instruments listed on this paper are to be delivered to this address within three days."
Miss Skynet's eyes glowed with blue light as she scanned it.
"Data recorded, procurement orders issued. All supplies will be delivered to the specified location within seventy-two hours."
"Also," Homelander continued his instructions.
"Closely monitor Hank Pym's progress. Once he uses our equipment to successfully synthesize stable Pym Particles and completes the new generation suit..."
"Immediately leak the news of Hank Pym creating Pym Particles and the new suit, along with the location of the new lab, to Darren through Mitchell Carson."
Skynet immediately understood Homelander's intention.
"Darren Cross is an extremely greedy man with no bottom line. Once he knows that ready-made Pym Particles exist, he will definitely abandon his unstable Cross Particles and snatch them at all costs."
"Sir's wisdom is second to none," Skynet praised sincerely.
"Alright, tell me about the situation with the Skrulls," Homelander asked.
Skynet straightened up and began her report without concealment.
"The Super Skrulls experiment is progressing faster than we anticipated."
"Now, technical obstacles have basically been cleared, and they are ready to begin the first batch of Super Skrulls physical modification surgeries integrated with your biological samples."
"That sounds like good news," Homelander nodded.
"But the bad news is that because our infiltration was too successful, the current list of the first batch of experimental subjects formulated by Gravik consists entirely of the T-1050 Infiltrators we dispatched to penetrate their ranks."
"That is indeed a problem," Homelander frowned.
"By nature, the T-1050 can only simulate appearances, which is fundamentally different from the Skrulls' abilities. Without the unique shape-shifting genes of the Skrulls, if these Terminators go onto the Skrull experimental table, they will definitely be exposed immediately."
Homelander looked at Skynet, "Since you brought it up, it means you already have a solution?"
"Yes, sir."
Skynet nodded in response.
"The core reason Skrulls can change their shape at will and even copy a target's short-term memories is due to a unique unstable molecule in their bodies. This molecule grants their gene chains extreme plasticity."
"My plan is to harvest the Unstable Molecules from those captive Skrulls in the Alaska Park and transplant them into the T-1050's synthetic biological tissue."